19 comments/ 74443 views/ 199 favorites Aiden By: city_bird I closed my eyes, the sound of the slap still ringing in my ears. I shut them tight. I wasn't going to cry. I felt the heat spread from my cheek. As I opened my eyes, all that heat shot from them in a death-glare. Pure menace. I had gotten pretty good at this look with Aiden. But never once had I meant it. Until now. I saw a twinge of regret pass across his steel-gray eyes. Those fucking eyes. I hated those eyes. He must have sensed that I saw past his resolve, because he immediately straightened his posture in a look of defiance. I brought my hand up to my cheek and I had to shut my eyes again. I couldn't look at him. That fucking monster. I wasn't going to cry. "I hate you." I said. My voice was a low even tone. It felt strong. I left no room in my voice for the doubt I felt as I said it again, "I fucking hate you." I turned around quickly, not daring to look back at Aiden. I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter and started out the door. "Win, don't..." he started. Was he begging? I didn't care. 'I don't care about him,' I thought to myself, 'I don't care about those steel-gray eyes that I swear can read my thoughts. I don't care that only Aiden can fuck me until all I can think is his name. I don't care that megalomaniacal Aiden is begging me... I hate him now. Yes, I hate him. I hate his snotty grin and his perfect teeth.' It was fact. I had myself convinced. Right? I slammed the door. ---------------- I met Aiden when we were in college. I was standing on a street corner, waiting for the red hand to turn into the white walking man. I had my headphones on and was staring vaguely across the boulevard. Then I saw him. I immediately recognized that face. Everyone did. Aiden Hoffman didn't go unrecognized on campus. He was the son of the dean, captain of the swim team, had more money than god, and was notorious for his debauched quarterly parties on daddy Hoffman's yacht. Not to mention he was fucking gorgeous. That straight, jet-black hair that swept over his eyes, his tall and intimidating, yet lean and graceful build, and those eyes... ... Those eyes were watching me. I looked away. He caught me staring. Oh fuck, casual, act casual. I stared down, studying the covers of my textbooks, acting as if anything in the world were more interesting than Aiden Hoffman. It wasn't until I heard the shuffling of feet around me that I realized the lights had changed. I could cross the street now. 'Okay, walk. Walking...umm... Yeah, walking!' I reminded myself of the concept. I looked up, ready to move and I saw him coming toward me. I was incapacitated. I just stood, staring. He looked at me, no, through me and grinned. That wide, perfect-toothed grin. But there was something about his eyes, he almost looked as if he were plotting something. There was something sly and calculating in that stare. That's when I felt his shoulder collide with my chest. He knocked the wind out of me. My books fell to the sidewalk like a thunderclap as I gasped for air. I slowly regained my composure as I noticed Aiden in front of me. He was on his knees, genuflecting close in front of me, collecting my books from the pavement. As he stood, books in hand, his shoulder brushed up my thigh causing me to shiver. "I'm so sorry! I guess I was just distracted," he spoke, the gentle tone in his firm voice making me want to melt. He was still smirking at me when he handed me my books and I snatched them from him in a quick move. "Watch where you're going next time," I spoke harshly, working out my best scowl. He threw his hands up in an 'I give up' gesture, eyebrows raised, but that sideways, Mr. Dental Hygiene grin stayed glued in place. "Will do," he said as I turned to cross the street before the lights changed again. As I walked, I glanced back over my shoulder to find him doing the same, still smirking. Damn him. After that morning, I saw him every day for weeks. I couldn't escape him. He was outside all of my classes, in the cafeteria, the park, everywhere. His presence was grating on my sanity. Why was he following me? Was he following me? Maybe he was always around, and I hadn't noticed him until now. Even if he was following me, of all the people to stalk, why me? He was nonchalantly leaning against the wall outside my dorm floor's communal shower when I decided to confront him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I questioned him bluntly, hair still wet, clutching my towel at my waist. "Friends," he nodded his head, motioning down the hall. "Yeah fucking right, it's about 2 in the morning. Why are you following me?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he flashed his teeth, "Maybe you're just seeing patterns where there are none. We tend to do that, you know." "Cut the shit..." I started. He cut me off. "In fact, I don't think we've actually introduced ourselves. Aiden Hoffman," he offered, extending his hand, "And you?" I didn't take his hand, "Win. Win Costello." "Ah, short for Winston?" I nodded in return. "You know, I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot somehow," he spoke, taking a long stride toward me, "I think we could be friends." Maybe he had a mental defect that made him keep smiling like that. "I'm having a party this weekend," he kept walking closer, "and I'd like for you to come," he was only an arm's length away, "We're taking the yacht out Saturday night," I could feel his body radiating warmth, "and I think you'd have fun," now I could feel his breath on my shoulder, "we could get to know one another." I stumbled backward, my back flat against the wall. "And what makes you think I would want to come to your party? You're stalking me, remember?" "Because I think that you like me," he put his hand beside my head on the wall. "Fuck off," I groaned, looking away from his sharp gray eyes. He was so close to me, breathing in my ear. I was rock hard underneath my towel. I hoped, no, prayed that he wouldn't move forward. That's when I pushed my hips forward against his thigh. Aiden chuckled, forcing his thigh between my legs, feeling my terry-cloaked bulge pressing against him. He started moving his leg, creating a delicious friction. Unable to control myself, I began to roll my hips forward and back again, humping his thigh like a high-strung terrier. Breathing heavily, my head lolled back on my shoulders as a moan escaped my lips. That's when he stopped. He completely extricated himself from me, taking a large step backward, leaving me completely undone and still writhing against the wall. My eyes snapped open wide with shock, immediately followed by shame. "I guess that means I'll see you Saturday," he smirked, turning and walking to the stairwell, "9:30. Don't be late." He winked. He was gone. I just stood there, still about to burst and completely speechless. What had just happened? After a moment, I grasped the towel still around my waist with both hands, hoping to successfully disguise my obvious erection and scurried down the hall to my room as fast as was humanly possible. Once inside I threw my towel aside and before it hit the floor, I was on my back in bed, furiously stroking myself to release. My hand became a blur as I came, groaning out his name, "Aiden..." The name almost burned as it crossed my lips. There was no way I was going to see him Saturday. -------------------------------------- The Hoffman yacht was aglow in the harbor as I pulled my white Jetta into the packed parking lot. I had no business being there. What was I doing? It was almost as if I were on autopilot. I shut and locked my car as I headed down the pier. I stared down at the water, the glittering lights from the merry ship ahead floating and shimmering on its surface. I wondered how far up I was then and if it was high enough to kill me on impact. Probably. Some variety of loud music blared from the yacht's stereo system. It could have been anything: Bach, Metallica, James Taylor, RZA - all I could hear was the noise rushing over me as I wandered aboard like a seafaring zombie. The party was absolutely packed. 9:56. I was a little late, but everyone aboard had already far outscored me in both the 'drunk' and 'high' columns. Through the dancing and writhing bodies, I noticed couples already beginning to split off to pin their partners against various walls, benches, and railings. As I twisted and squeezed through the crowd, I knew there was only one thing I was looking for. Then I found it... ... Pressed against some skinny boy with skinny pants and... Well, there went his shirt. Aiden's hands roamed all over his body, his mouth pressing against his collarbone as he worked the kid's T-shirt over his head. I stopped, staring. My throat felt oddly thick. My mouth wasn't hanging open... Something shook Aiden from his conquest as he looked up and over his shoulder, much to the dismay of his quarry. He saw me. He smirked. I quickly turned on my heel and weaved through the crowd, desperate to escape. I reached a railing and had to stop, surrounded by a dancing mass behind me and a sectional sofa in front. I looked over the edge. I was probably right earlier. It might kill me instantly. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "You're late." I wouldn't reply. He put both hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him. I looked away. "Why so upset?" he questioned. God damn those perfect teeth. "Fuck off," I managed, my throat still feeling like sandpaper. "I mean, it's not as if you 'like' me or anything," he was doing that thing again: getting closer and closer. I held my ground. "Fuck. You." "You just keep on saying that," he leaned in, hushed words falling across the side of my face, "You know I'd love to." I shuddered. I was also sporting a raging erection again. How did he keep doing that by just being close to me? This was insane. I looked up, his eyes bore into mine. Then he cocked his head sideways a bit, narrowing his eyes as he glanced down, eyeing my crotch. He removed one hand from my shoulders and reached down, slowly brushing his fingertips up and down my hard, aching length through the fabric of my jeans. My legs were giving out and I had gone knock-kneed. I was breathing in short little puffs of air. "See, you do like me. You want me don't you?" continuing to stroke me he whispered in an almost childlike voice, "Follow me." He removed his hand. I whimpered. He took my hand, pulling me through the crowd. I had no idea where he was taking me, and I didn't care. I was still dazed when we stopped. We were standing in a rather secluded area of the deck. Only a few stragglers hung about. Finally releasing the death-grip he held on my limp hand, Aiden knelt down, grasping a large silver ring, and pulled up. A large section of the floor flipped upward, revealing a small wooden staircase descending underneath. He took my hand again, leading me downstairs. The room below deck was dark. I couldn't see a thing as he reached behind us and pulled a rope, closing the door to the outside world. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I could only hope... After a few more steps forward, he stopped. I heard some rustling as he switched on a lamp, filling the large room with a soft, warm light. I glanced around, wanting to be at least vaguely familiar with my surroundings. I was astonished. I didn't think a room this big could fit on a boat. There was a large, plush bed covered with white crisp sheets, a small dining table and chairs, and a large leather sofa facing the massive wet bar. "Like what you see?" "Does daddy know you're down here?" I ribbed him. "Do you want something to drink?" he was ignoring me. Good choice. He made his way over to the bar. "Don't drink." "That's a shame," he said pouring himself a glass of vodka and tossing in a couple of ice cubes, "So, what's your vice then?" "Don't have one." "You don't smoke?" "No." "No drugs?" "No." "Well, maybe you do have a vice... You just don't know what it is yet." "Doubt it," I said, my hands starting to sweat. He took a heavy draught from his drink as he placed it on the table and paced in front of me, becoming closer with each pass, like a tiger circling its prey. "Really?" I gulped. Then he was on top of me. I was pinned against the wall, his hands gripping my shoulders as he burned holes in me with his stare. He thrust his hips against mine like a whip-crack and started to grind them against me in slow circles, his eyes never leaving mine. He slid his hands from my shoulders down my sides, as he resumed his grip, this time on my waist. He pressed his thumbs into me, squeezing me, hands taking claim of the flesh below my ribs. I moaned. "You know, you say you don't like me," his voice sounded deeper; darker almost, "But I think that's bullshit. So, Win, until you can tell me, I'm just going to show you how much I really like you." I spat in his face. He smirked at me. Then he kissed me hard. I kissed him back. His mouth crushed against mine as our tongues waged war. It felt as if he wanted to claim my mouth as his own. My dangling arms suddenly found the motivation to move as I ran my fingers through his silky black hair, gripping it tight in my hands, and pulling his mouth and his tongue impossibly closer. He pulled my hips closer in return, pulling my ass off the wall, and increasing the friction of our desperate grind. With my grip still tight in his hair, I pulled him away, gasping for air. His gray eyes meeting my brown ones. "Like me now?" he panted "Shut up," I kissed him again. Never once breaking our kiss, he moved his hands down to my ass, groping me as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried me in the direction of the bed. "You have the most amazing ass," he whispered against my lips. He dropped me down on my back and just stood above me. I sat up, confused by his inaction. "Strip," was all he said. "Fuck you," I replied, pulling my shirt over my head. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, rolling them down my legs. "Nice briefs," he smirked. I scowled at him, "What, red not your color?" "I think it's sexy. I think you're sexy, Win." My face turned the same shade as my briefs. I was speechless. Then he took his shirt off. Add breathless. All those hours spent at the pool had really paid off. His long lean muscles stretched and flexed beneath his lightly tanned skin as he bent down to remove his tight black trousers. He was hung like a fucking jury. And no underwear. Go figure. He stepped forward as I leaned back on the bed, the head of my cock exposed above the waistband of my still-present briefs. Aiden leaned down over me and kissed, licked, and bit his way down my chest. My lungs burned as I gasped for air. He worked his way down, arriving at my hips. "I think I remember telling you to strip," he spoke evenly, eyeing my crimson underwear. He pulled at the elastic, stretching it out, and snapped it back against my hip. I whimpered, my cock twitching. He pulled my briefs down my slender legs in one smooth action. "Better," he husked, the desire building behind those silvery eyes. Seated between my splayed legs, he leaned forward, gently stroking my length with his fingertips like he had outside my jeans earlier. My breath hitched as I began to buck my hips upward, desperate for more contact. "Now I think it's time we play a game," he said, still softly brushing his fingertips along my cock, staring into my eyes, "From now on, I don't do anything unless you ask me for it - no, scratch that - beg me for it." "Bastard!" I seethed. He removed his hand completely. "UH!" I exclaimed frantically, "Don't... ohhh... don't stop..." "Don't stop what?" "Fuck! Touching... Don't....." My hips were completely off the bed. I must have looked possessed. "And the magic word?" "PLEASE! Please, Aiden, just don't fucking stop..." His hand resumed its position, but with more vigor this time. His fingers curled around my shaft as he slowly began to pump. "Ohh... Aiden..." "Just tell me what you need, baby. Beg and ye shall receive." "Aiden, please..." "What do you need, Winston?" his touches were slowly getting lighter again. This was going to drive me insane. "Aiden... I need...ohhh... Aiden!" He was still kneeling between my legs, slowly and firmly stroking his massive cock, smirking as he watched me squirm under his feathering fingertips. "Tell me!" he nearly shouted, the simmering heat behind his eyes flaring up for an instant. "FUCK ME!" I screamed, "Jesus, Aiden... I need it. Fuck me. I want you, PLEASE!" He stopped stroking himself and I noticed that he had been lubing up. He knew he would break me. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he said, kissing me on the cheek. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades as I pulled him closer. "Don't be," I whispered, biting his ear. "Please," I added. Sneering, Aiden lifted my legs and let them rest on his shoulders. I felt his giant slick cock pressing against my entrance. Then he pushed. With one slow, powerful thrust he was inside of me. I was in agony. I was in heaven. I saw stars and stripes and fireworks and fucking Betsy Ross. "FUCK!" I screamed when he had completely sheathed himself inside of me. As if he didn't look long and thick enough, he felt about ten times bigger inside me. The feeling was exquisite: the complete fullness, the blinding pain and absolute pleasure. He held still, licking and nipping at my throat, kissing along my jaw line, one hand tightly clinging to my hip, the other pinning one of my arms to the mattress. I started rotating my hips around him, "Aiden," I grunted, "fucking move, Aiden." And move he did. He began pulling out of me, and slowly pushed himself back in, His massive prick dragging across my prostate as his hips moved in leisurely, smooth ellipses. All I could find myself able to do was scream his name, "AIDEN!" I howled, "Aiden, please!" "Tell me, baby," he said, squeezing the words through his gritted teeth. "More... Ohhh, Aiden... Harder!" His hand on my hip, he pulled me forward as he drew back. A slight pause occurred, with just the head of his cock remaining in my ass. That's when he pulled me towards him, thrusting his hips forward to meet me halfway. We met like a freight train collision. I was going to go blind. I shouted something unintelligible, my eyes rolling backward as he fucked me harder. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I prayed that the partygoers were still carrying on above us and couldn't hear me as I begged and pleaded like a bitch in heat. With each pounding thrust, he was pushing me back further and further on the bed until the back of my skull was slamming against the headboard. I was eating this shit up. Between my slurred curses and the brain-wracking pain that was keeping me teetering on the edge of orgasm, all I could think about was the man above me. Aiden, Aiden, Aiden. The sweat pooling on the shelf of his collarbone as he held me down. Aiden. The words that slipped past his exquisite mouth. 'Beautiful,' 'mine,' 'need you.' Aiden. The lean muscles of his chest, his shiny sweat-damp hair, his strong soft hands holding on to me for dear life. Aiden, Aiden, Aiden. And that's exactly what I was thinking when I came. It was shocking and sudden as a lightning strike. "AIDEN!" I screamed. I didn't care who heard me that time as I shot stream after stream of cum between our thrashing bodies. Aiden's moves became short and erratic as he leaned down, burying his face in my neck once again. "Mine," he growled into my ear as he bit down on the tender flesh of my shoulder. I felt his cock spasm as he continued to thrust into me, filling me with his seed. His speed and intensity slowed as he came to rest on top of me, still inside me. Aiden & I Aiden and I were twenty-two. Fast friends since we were sixteen. We'd grown up during the last days of the millenium. Over the years our friendship had been galvanized by differences we'd had, and had overcome. There were times when I dared to think it. I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a comrade with my heart, but also in a different way.... It was lust, and it was because he was a man. At times in the summer we would sit in our shorts, Indian-style, playing cards or checkers and I'd watch, unsuspectedly, as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cut-off shorts. I always wondered if he did that on purpose, seeking an edge in the game, sensing my concentration would be elsewhere! I stored the sight in my mind, using it as fuel for my fantasies. I could't tell him any of this. As open-minded as I knew he was, it still seemed a risk too big to take. Life without his touch was hard, but life without his presence was something I didn't want to think about. Though I'd try to suppress my feelings, the sight of him would always excite me. At the beach, I'd toss him a Frisbee and drool over his muscles in motion. After a round of body boarding, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach and soak in the warmth of the sun. I'd lie on my stomach while he'd lie on his back, eyes closed tightly. I used that precious time to allow myself to drink him in. The tiny goosebumps, his deeply tanned skin, the movement of his chest as each breath circulated through his lungs, the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck, his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze and the fullness of his lips. His body was so inviting. I wanted to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun. In August we had our annual camping trip. We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. Made of thick iron, the letters had been cut out by torch with intricate precision. "NO NUDITY ALLOWED," We looked at each other and grinned. It was beautiful there. At the bottom of a canyon, was a small stream, inches wide, which flowed into a long, wide pool line with reeds and shrubs on one side and high sandstone cliffs on the other. We spotted several of these pools as we walked, each one more secluded and beautiful than the last. Finally, we found the perfect one, and it was ours--and ours alone. We decided to cross the water to the rocks against some cliffs. Not knowing how deep the water was and not wanting to get our clothes and belongings wet, we stripped naked and wrapped everything up in our towels. Out in the water, we waded until it became so deep that we had to hold everything above our heads and bounce off the bottom. Like waiters carrying trays of food, we made our way to the opposite side. We climbed out of the cool water, and laid down on the rocks that were being warmed by the sun's rays. After a while we got out our ever-present magnetic game board to play some Chinese checkers. I really wanted to play with his cock, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. Previously shrivelled by the cold of the water, it had now begun to grow. If he knew I was staring he never let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee. His balls shifted in their loose sack, gravity took action and they rolled forward. I took this as an invitation of some kind, but it was so subtle to be sure. Too quickly the afternoon slipped by and it was time to head back to camp. We both had developed dark tans over the summer, but being bare-assed in the sun was a new experience and, inadvertently, we'd burned our butts..among other things! It came as no surprise when we arrived at our campsite and Aiden declared it hurt too much to wear clothes. I signalled my agreement and we again threw our clothes to the wind. As the sky blazed orange from the setting sun, we lit a small fire, ate dinner, and rolled out our sleeping bags. The night air felt warm and refreshing, and made me more aware of our nakedness. Not yet ready to sleep, we stretched out on top of our bags for a little conversation and a few hands of cards. It was much like the afternoon, except now the flickering fire highlighted his groin while the rest of his tanned body blended into the darkness. The cards were dealt and a few rounds were played. It was Aiden's turn. He started to chew on his lip in a way I understood all to well--his turn was going to take a while. He studied his cards in deep concentration. I studied his dick. The dancing firelight seemed to set it in motion. It was hypnotic. "You gonna play or what!?" I heard a voice in the distant depths of my mind. "Huh?" I said pulled from my trance. Aiden just stared at me in confusion. "We're playing cards...remember!?" "Oh, yeah you were taking so long my mind started to wander." It was a feeble attempt to cover the truth. "Yeah, sure..." I had expected those words, but they weren't said with disgust. There was, in fact, the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years. We finished the game. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. I always hated that question. Only one thing ever came immediately to mind. Only one thing. "It doesn't really matter," I responded. I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it. "I'm kinda beat from the all the walking we did today," "Me too. I could really use one of your backrubs...if you've got the energy for it." "Yeah, I could handle that." I always could. "Backrub" always translated to "body massage". It was the one intimacy that was allowed between us; a line we both walked up to without hesitation, but never crossed. "I've got some lotion with my stuff. Could you rub some in? I think I overdid it in the sun today." "Sure, get comfortable. I'll be right back." As I returned to him I couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night for the truth. We were both naked, he had caught me stealing peeks at his dick and was still willing to let me give him a massage. This was either a demonstration of his trust, or a demonstration of his desire. I stood over him. I'd seen this sight so many times in my dreams. I knelt down and touched him. It was no dream. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and warmed it. Starting at the calluses on the bottom of his feet, I began working my way up his legs. His body relaxed. I kneaded his thighs, but stopped at the fold marking the start of his buttocks. I next worked on his hands. there was a power in them that I couldn't completely understand. What was it about his hands that made them so sensual? We interact so much with the world by the touching we do with our hands. In those moments we were, in fact, communicating through ours. He told me of the profound trust he had placed in me. Through tender touch, I told him of my undying love for him. The messages were so much clearer than any to be heard with the ears or seen with the eyes. My fingers perused the landscape of his arms and back. The lotion left a satiny coating that reflected the firelight. Finally, my hands were on his ass. The two muscular mounds exploded with goosebumps when I spread the lotion over them. This was the only place that was really sunburned and I gave it special attention. Starting at the base of his spine, I moved lower, kneading his cheeks, watching them contract in the process. As I moved closer to his legs, he repositioned himself. He was making himself more vulnerable! I wanted to plunge in, to live my fantasy, but he was more than just a willing piece of ass to me. He was the love of my life, and I wanted to see his face. "Aiden...roll over," I said gently and with no hestitation he did. I gazed down upon him as I proceeded to massage his feet and legs. His submission was unmistakable and undeniable. Soon I was straddling his stomach, leaning forward on my knees, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdominal muscles. With each breath his ribs rose and fell beneath me. At last I molded my hands to his wonderfully sculpted chest. So broad, so muscular, I couldn't feel the ribs underneath. As I touched his nipples they tightened, bringing them to attention. I felt his heart beating faster. Suddenly, I became aware of the heat between us. I'd already lost the day-long battle against my own erection and now I could feel a warmth Iow and behind me. I turned to look. it was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards me. I looked at his beautiful face below and leaned to touch it, to finish the massage. As I did, his penis pressed hard against me. The blood rushed heavily into my own groin and I began to weaken. Attempting to steady myself, I cupped his face with my hands. I rubbed his strong cheekbones gently with my trembling thumbs. He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes. Through our eyes, the windows to our souls, it all was conveyed--the complete truth. "Come here..." he said softly. I sank down onto him. My ass pushed back against his cock, almost seeming to cradle it. My own tool, roaring hard, was sandwiched by our warm, moist, lotion-quenched stomachs. My tongue met his and our lips sealed around them. I held his head in my hands like the sacred object it was. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, as content as I had ever hoped to be. We were woven together, only our tongues in motion, but then he took the bottle of lotion and squeezed some in his hand. "Hunch up on your knees, Bud." I've always loved when he called me that and I knew I'd love what was coming next. He smeared the lotion in my ass and then popped a finger inside. I moved back up to smother again his mouth with mine. His finger moved deeper inside until it pressed upon my prostate. I felt the release of fluid rush down the length of my penis and out onto his stomach. A moan escaped my mouth and I felt it reverberate in his chest. I heard the squishy sound of lotion as he stroked himself to full hardness. With one hand he pulled me forward against my weight; with the other he lined himself up to plug my anxious hole. Then he eased me back against him. I felt myself open up and then stretch wide as the head of his dick pushed through. My arms closed tightly around him. We froze in gentle embrace until I could relax. Gradually, more and more of his rod penetrated me. My balls nestled into his pubic hair and I knew his dick was home. My heart pumped blood through the vessels in my tightly stretched hole in rhythm with his steadily throbbing member. It had taken years to get this far. I slowly sat up and looked at him. Full and deep inside me, he opened his angelic eyes and flashed a devilish grin. I began to rock gently back and forth. His chest rose, and with a low groan, fell. Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, he reached out with his hand to me, first touching my dick, then encompassing it. We rapidly approached the breaking point. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting. His hand stroked my cock much more frantically and I knew I was on the brink. "I could do this all night, Ran, but if you keep that up I'm gonna cum!" "Shit, man, we will do it all night! You can cum as many times as you want. Let it go!" So close to blowing my own load, I turned my attention to him, wanting to bring him over the top with me. I reached down and felt his shaft sliding in and out me. I slid my hand down and cupped his balls. With my thumb, I pressed firmly on the spongy underside of his dick, where it met his dancing ball sack. His whole body tensed and froze. I had gotten to his prostate the easy way. He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, made no movement. He gripped my hips as if to keep from falling into some deep dark hole--but he had no chance. I felt the first spasm of his meat and the explosion inside me. That set me off. My ass contracted around him as he continued to pump into me. We each fed off the orgasm of the other. My cum shot out and landed on his tanned and sweaty chest. A small pool formed in the hollow at the base of his neck, as well. The body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its blueprint into me. I collapsed against him, my semen serving as glue, cementing our bodies together. I felt him shudder under me one last time. He made no effort to withdraw, but soon that terrific cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, eventually slide out. I straightened myself out beside him. Toe to toe, and tongue to tongue, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows. Neither of us said anything for a long time. It was a magic moment. Aiden broke the spell. "You think you could concentrate on a card game now?" LIKE THE STORY? PLEASE RATE IT. ***"VARYING EXTREMES: EPISODE 4" COMING SOON!!*** Aiden He rolled us over on our sides as he wrapped his arms around, holding me close. "What about now?" he spoke softly. I could hear the fucking smirk on his voice. "What are you talking about?" I was still panting, exhausted. "Are you going to tell me you like me now?" "You really are a bastard, you know," I said, nuzzling my face down into his chest. "Of course," I whispered as I fell asleep in Aiden's arms. Aiden. ------------------------------------------ That was the closest I ever came to telling him I loved him. Sure, I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted to tell him that I never wanted him to leave me, that I wanted to be his and only his. But I knew better. I mean, for the first entire year of our relationship, we were still 'friends'. He introduced me to people as 'my buddy' or when he felt especially generous, 'my best friend.' Yeah, I was his best friend. The kind of best friend who lets you fuck them every night in our bed. After that night on the yacht, we spent almost every night at his apartment for about five months. Slowly, more and more of my stuff managed its way into his apartment until mine didn't feel like home anymore. We sealed the deal after one particularly mind-blowing fuck when Adrian casually twined his fingers in my hair and said, "When your lease is up next month, you're not going to sign it again." He wasn't asking. Those were his orders. I wasn't about to start asking questions either. Then we were together. Sort of. He did finally start claiming me as his boyfriend after that first year. We had a nice little discussion on the issue. I gave him a shiner. He fucked my brains out. I dropped his guitar off the balcony. Then I was his boyfriend. Simple. It went on like that for about three more years. I'd fight. He'd fuck. Then we'd go grocery shopping. It was pure domestic bliss. But tonight, Aiden crossed the line. --------------------------------- We went to a Christmas party at my friend Mark's house. I've known Mark since grade school and when I heard from him for the first time since high school graduation, I couldn't turn down the invite. I, of course, dragged Aiden along with me. Mark's house was full of people milling around, eating, drinking, and being merry. Aiden wandered off in search of the hard liquor and I went off in search of Mark. The whole point of me being here was to catch up with the guy. I found him seated on his comfy love seat, obviously a little bit inebriated, tilting his glass of white wine back and forth. I sat beside him not wanting him to get up for the risk of falling right back down again. "Hey, man! It's great to see you again. I love your place." "Thanks, dude," he slurred out, drunkenly. "So you married Melissa, huh? You're a lucky man. You mooned over her like crazy in high school!" Mike started to mumble something, gesticulating with wine glass hand, and spilled his entire glass over the front of my black trousers. "Shit," he grumbled, leaning forward and grabbing a Christmas present-shaped napkin from the coffee table as he began to soak up his mess. "Don't worry, it's just white wine, and my pants are black. It's not like it's going to stain. Nothing a good washing won't take care of," I said, taking hold of his wrist. "No, lemme help..." Then I noticed Aiden. He was standing with his glass of vodka and a glass of cider for me. His hands were shaking. He looked furious. I could understand what it looked like - Mike's hand in my crotch, me holding his wrist - but if you had the stability of mind to take a second look you'd have noticed the fact that I was soaked and he was holding napkins. If there was one thing Aiden lacked, it was stability of mind. He walked towards us, setting down the glasses on the coffee table and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up. He smiled curtly at Mike and spoke in a voice void of emotion, "I'm afraid we must be leaving now. Merry Christmas," and dragged me out the front door. When we got in the car, I was furious with him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled. "I'd like to ask you the very same. But I don't want to hear it right now. We're going home." I stared out the window. Sure he was normally possessive, but this was just completely excessive! When we arrived at the apartment and he shut the door behind us, the shit hit the fan. "Were you going to fuck him?" he spoke in a menacing tone. That soft and even voice dripping with malice. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" I said, incredulous. "Were you going to fuck him?" he said, repeating himself, slower this time. "I mean, he practically had his hands all over you and you weren't doing shit to stop him. So, the question still stands-Were you going to fuck him?!" "Aiden, he spilled his fucking glass..." "Bullshit!" he had a wild look in his eyes. For the first time since I'd known him, he was actually scaring me. Sure, I had come to blows with him a few times, but he knew exactly what I was doing. He knew what I wanted. He had never lain a finger on me. "We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you weren't such a fucking slut!" I saw red. A slut? A SLUT?? I had only been with one man EVER and he fucking knew it. What was wrong with him? I decided to get back at him. "Maybe I wouldn't have to fuck around behind your back if you'd give me a reason to stick with you." I didn't mean a word of it, but it felt goddamn good to say it. I was head over heels in love with the guy. I only had reasons to stick with him. The wild look in his eyes disappeared, leaving them dead and emotionless. "Bitch," he spat as he raised his hand. I watched as he smacked me, his hand hitting my cheek and causing my head to snap toward my shoulder, my hair falling in my face. I closed my eyes, the sound of the slap still ringing in my ears. I shut them tight. I wasn't going to cry. ------------------------------------ I slammed my car door and peeled out of the parking lot. I drove to the closest hotel and rented the cheapest room. Seven nights. Enough time to formulate a plan for getting on without him. Him. I couldn't even think his name. The hate that I had felt only moments earlier was starting to ebb away. I couldn't help it that I loved him like I did. Nothing he could ever do or say would change that. But it didn't help that he wouldn't return the sentiment. Not that I even had a chance now. I walked into the dingy hotel room and immediately, the tears came. I completely neglected the fact that I had left the door ajar, I just collapsed on the carpet by the bed, curling my fists in the fibers and wept. I didn't care who could hear me. I didn't care who could see me. I didn't care about anything anymore. All I cared about was... "Win?" I heard that voice. I sat bolt upright and curled my arms around my knees in the fetal position. The door squeaked open, the wedge of light from the hall growing steadily wider. I scooted away from the door, into a corner. "Win?" he said again. His voice sounded strange - strained almost. I saw him step into the room and glance around. He had been crying too. His beautiful gray eyes were surrounded by bloodshot halos. He saw me. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the bed, turning on the lamp on the table beside him. "I know you don't want to see me right now," he spoke softly, softer than I'd ever heard him, and looked down at his hands folded in his lap, "but I have some things I need to tell you." I looked up, beginning to speak, but he went on, "Just let me finish and I'll leave you alone forever. I promise," he stared at me through the tears in his eyes. He never let me see him cry. I didn't think he had it in him. "I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you," he started. My mouth was definitely hanging open now. "You've never been one to tell me how you feel, so I thought that if I gave you enough time, you would. I always assumed you felt the way I did, but I didn't see it like a two-way street. I should have told you. For that I am sorry." "I just let it build up inside me. I'd been waiting for you to tell me for so long... Tonight when I saw you and Matt... I knew it was innocent. It just scared me. I had assumed the whole time that you were in love with me, but just wouldn't say it. Tonight, I started thinking maybe you just didn't love me at all. I got scared." "And what you said back at the apartment, that you didn't have a reason to stay with me... I thought all that time, the reason was love. I was wrong. And it terrified me. I overreacted. When you told me you hated me... I still don't know what to say about that... It hasn't sunk in yet." "So, when you left, I followed you here. I had to have the chance to tell you... So here I am. And now you know." He stood up and turned toward the door. "I love you. I'm sorry, Win." He turned the handle. "I love you too," I said softly, my eyes shimmering with tears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I wasn't about to question it. He looked at me as if I'd just spoken in tongues. "Wh...w... what?" he was shaking his head. "I love you, Aiden. I'm so sorry I've never told you that until now. I fucking love you with...fucking everything!" I never said I have the best vocabulary. I stood up, sliding my back up the wall behind me. He kept his head hanging, staring a the doorknob in hand. "Please don't mock me right now..." he said, fighting back the sadness in his voice. I walked toward him, putting my hand on his arm. He jumped a little at the contact. I had never in my life seen him so shaken up like this. "I couldn't fake that if I tried, Aiden. Not like I did at the apartment tonight. I could never hate you. You could turn around and put a knife in my heart right now and it would still be beating for you." That sounded better. He looked at my hand on his arm and a small warm tear fell on the back of my hand. He wrapped both of his hands around my wrist and kissed the spot where his tear fell, looking into my eyes, "Why do you have to be so perfect?" he said, smiling. "Perfect my ass," I laughed weakly, "Can you even count the number of times we've fought in the past four years?" "First of all, don't go taunting me with your perfect ass," I blushed, "And second, no, I can't count the number of times we fought. But I loved every single one until now, I can tell you that. Tonight was different. I thought I was losing you." "You thought wrong," was all I said. I didn't want to talk. I pulled his mouth towards mine in a searing kiss. He shut the door, resting his back against it. "I love you so much, Win," he mumbled against my lips. I pushed his shoulders back against the door, "Don't tell me. Show me," I said, the corner of my mouth turning up. "Take me," Aiden whispered, kissing my cheek then biting down hard on my ear. My stomach plummeted. Aiden had never, EVER bottomed for me. EVER. I've always been pretty happy with the way it was and had never exactly pressed the issue (you may remember the hung like a fucking jury bit). Of course I wanted to. Who wouldn't? I was speechless. So I mauled him. I didn't care how, I just wanted Aiden - right. then. I reached down and grabbed at his black shirt's collar, growling as I ripped it open, buttons scattering across the carpet. I kissed at his neck, softly biting at his Adam's apple and moving down to his chest. I gently sucked on each soft and stiff nipple surrounded by the expanse of a still well-muscled and golden chest. I used my tongue to trace slow circles around each nub, enticing a soft gasp from Aiden, before I bared down with my teeth, pinching them with my canines. Aiden gulped and thrust his hips forward against me. He was so hard already. I could feel his massive erection against mine through his corduroys as he continued to twist and writhe beneath me. He wanted this so badly. And I wanted to watch him squirm. I backed off and took in the view. Aiden pushed his shoulder blades back into the wall, his hips jutting forward in desperation. His head, completely unsupported by his neck, rolled to one side, his mouth parted slightly and his black hair falling over his closed eyes. His torn black dress shirt hung on either side of his perfect torso, which was now shining with a fine film of sweat. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to grow tired of my nonintervention in his anguish. With great effort, he managed to lift his head, looking at me with a pained expression on his face. "Please," he began. "No," I said, "close your eyes." He complied. I walked to his side and ripped a strip from his already shredded shirt. He shuddered at the contact, but he kept his eyes shut. I resumed my place in front of him, licking and sucking at his neck as he leaned forward into me. I tied the cotton band around his eyes in a makeshift blindfold. "Win..." he whimpered, reaching out a hand to my waist. I pulled away. "No hands," I said succinctly, "Only mine." I kneeled before him keeping my distance and reached out, unbuckling his belt. Once I had freed the belt, I stood up, took Aiden by his shoulders, turning him to face the wall, and wrapped the belt around his wrists, binding them at the small of his back. I hooked my thumbs in his belt loops and yanked down his corduroys. "You know, it's a shame you don't like wearing underwear," I whispered, panting in his ear, "I was looking forward to tearing them off of you." I quickly yanked my T-shirt over my head and stepped out of my chardonnay-scented trousers and briefs. I held myself against him, my hard cock pushing against his ass. Distraught, he ground back against me calling out for me from his pitch-black world. This went on for some time, my hands running through and grasping at his silky black hair, the fingers of his bound hands fanning against my stomach as I ground against him. I wanted to take him then and there. I wanted to fuck him blind up against that wall. But this meant too much. This was the man I loved, and as I just recently discovered, the man who loved me, and for the first time ever, he was giving himself over to me completely. In our day to day lives, I put up the fight and he complied with that ever-present, all-knowing smirk. But in the bedroom, he put up with nothing from me. I was his to use and I wanted more than anything for him to use me. Tonight, Aiden had turned the tables in the name of love and I wasn't going to throw that away. Pulling away slightly, I grabbed Aiden's wrists and led him to bed. I undid the buckle on the belt restraining him and turned him to face me. Kissing him deeply, I reached behind his head undoing his blindfold and immediately pushing him back on the bed. Those sharp gray eyes were staring back up at me, clouded with lust, but still piercing as ever. I laid myself atop him, straddling his hips, my hand finding his cock with magnetic attraction. I began to slowly pump him as I realized I was probably a little unprepared. Aiden rarely ever used lubrication with me and in my blind rage leaving the apartment, fucking was the last thing on my mind. "Aiden, I don't have..." "Pants...pocket..." he spoke, struggling to exhale. I got up, retrieving the small bottle from his shed clothing and seated myself astride him again. "You asshole!" I said lightheartedly, "You were so damn cocky, you knew I would.." "Shut up and fuck me," he said. That fucking cruel smile... I briskly slicked my cock and positioned myself just outside his entrance. "You done this before?" I panted. "You're the first, doll." I leaned down and kissed him briefly on the lips. "I love you, Aiden." "Love you back." Then I pushed. Aiden squirmed and turned beneath me, pain and satisfaction flashing across his face as he called my name. I hadn't exactly prepared him for this properly, but I didn't want it to be easy. Easy is boring. It's better when things it's hard. Aiden was incredibly tense, but after a short time that I allowed him to relax, I was able to continue the long thrust forward to the hilt. I hovered above him, gasping, our lips barely brushing as he spoke, "Does it feel this good every time?" he whimpered. I pulled back slightly and angled my hips upward. "Every...Single...Time," I groaned with three short thrusts forward, finding his prostate. He screamed, taking in large gulps of air as he arched his back off the bed and rotated his hips against me. "Oh, Win...Win..." I looked down, into those steel gray eyes as I began to pump into him slowly. "Fuck, Aid. You're so tight," I groaned, struggling to keep myself from pounding into him from the get-go. "You look so fucking gorgeous right now... I love you Aiden," I spoke, still just above his face, holding his eyes with mine. Somewhere in the muddled flow of random curses and endearments coming from Aiden's mouth, I heard him say "Faster... faster, Win". He didn't have to tell me twice. I ran my hands up and down his waist as he wrapped his legs around mine. I drove into him faster and faster, never changing that angle that turned Aiden's legs to Jell-O. Apparently this wasn't good enough for Aiden. He reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, digging his nails into me and driving me deeper. "More," he whispered against my lips before kissing me deeply. I began to slam my body against his with all the force I could muster as he bucked wildly beneath me. I put my hand between us as I began to stroke his beautiful cock in time with my rapid thrusts. Aiden's writhing turned more and more erratic as I felt his body flutter and tense. "Win," he breathed softly, tilting his head back as he erupted over my fist, coating our chests with cum like an obscene Jackson Pollack. Aiden was already impossibly tight around me, but when he came, he gripped me like a vice. I came inside him for what felt like an hour as I slowly wound my thrusts down to a halt. I pulled out and collapsed beside him on the springy hotel mattress. We laid side by side, absentmindedly stroking one another while we slowly regained consciousness. After a time, Aiden spoke first, "You know, you're a pretty good fuck." "You're not so bad yourself," I said, laughing as I rolled over and laid my head on his shoulder. "I love you, Aiden." "How much?" "Umm...Enough to have you helpless up against a wall and NOT fuck you senseless so we could make LOVE the good old fashioned way," I said, tracing small circles on his flat stomach. "I don't know. I think you'll have to prove it to me." "I didn't just?" "Nope." "Then what do I have to do?" I said, lifting myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. He had to be going somewhere with this. "Marry me." I was speechless. What the hell did he just say? "Oh, so you don't want to then..." There's that smile again. "Shut the fuck up," I said, "Of course do!" He flashed his teeth. "Can I kiss the bride?" "Fuck you," I said, leaning as we shared a deep, soul-searing kiss. "I love you too." Aiden's First Swing I can't wait to see me friend Sophia and her husband Trystan. It has been a while since we have seen each other. I desperately needed this adults weekend away and as a plus, I get to see my old friend. I finally reach her driveway and pull in. I walk to the door and before I even knock, Sophia is opening the door. "Addie! How are you!?!?!" says Sophia as she hugs me and pulls my husband into the hug. "Better now that I can spend some time with my best friend!" I responded hugging her back. Suddenly there is another set of arms hugging me from the behind. I smile," I missed you too Trystan." There we stood, all of us looking like idiots on the front step in a big hug. I laugh, "Maybe we should go inside before people think we are swingers. Trystan and Sophia look at each other and smile. "What? What am I missing?" I ask. "Nothing!" Sophia replies. Come in and let's catch up and have some dinner. I settle in and come down to try to help with dinner. As usual Sophia will not let me help, which is best since I can't cook. Sophia looks me up and down and tells me that I look good. I roll my eyes. Yeah, right, I have gained about 20lbs since you last saw me. "But in all the right places." says Trystan with a wicked smile. I look at him and laugh, "not too shabby yourself, Trystan." I respond I stare at Trystan a bit. I have always had a slight crush on him, but he has been totally off limits since he started dating Sophia. He is about 5'10" with brown hair. He has brown eyes that are hidden by a pair of modern black frames. He is not a big guy, but he is far from thin. He has a husky frame with a belly that is not big but noticeable. He is handsome in a geeky kind of way, like Zak Orth. Sophia is taller than her husband. She is 6' and she has short auburn hair cut in a modern style, a pixie cut but a bit longer. The haircut suits her oval face. She is tanned and has curves on her. She is not a small gal either. She has big hips, a decent sized ass and she has decent breasts. I would say about a 38D. Unlike me she has a flat stomach. Lucky. I am a BBW as well. I am quite proud of my curves. There might be a bit more curve than I would like but it is me and I make no apologies. I have long blonde straight hair. I have average hazel green eyes and an oval shaped face with a slight double chin and a great smile as I have been told. I have a light creamy skin that to my dismay never tans but burns and leaves red patches instead. I have wide set hips (birthing hips, as my grandmother called them) with a bit of a stomach and this of course also gives me an ample ass, or as my friends lovingly call it, my "bubble". Last but not least, the most prominent feature on my body, my breast. I have to admit I like them most of all. I wear tight tops that accentuate my 42DD's and deep cleavage. We sit down to dinner and have a wonderful night catching up with each other. It is a nice night out and we decided to go to go for a dip in the hot tub. I go to my room and change and come back down. Sophia and Trystan are in the hot tub, with wine glasses in their hands and kissing. There was a glass set out for us as well. "Am I interrupting you two love birds?" I say. "Just get in the hot tub Aid." says Sophia. "Don't call me Aid! You know I hate that nickname." I say. Sophia laughs, "just get in." I climb into the tub and Trystan sits next to me. I look over at Sophia who is sitting there smiling and drinking wine. I relax and start drinking my wine as well. Suddenly I hear someone stand up. I open my eyes to see Sophia taking off her top. I wish I was as brave as her. She looks over at me and says, "take yours off too" we are all family here. "No way." You know I am not that brave, besides this is a one piece so I can't take off the top alone. "Then just undo the top roll it down. It is fun. You will feel free. Trust me." says Sophia. "Soph, you know Aid won't do that. Let her be." says Trystan. Don't call me Aid! "Come on Addie, it is just us. No one else is watching." says Sophia. "Your husband is here you want me to flash him?" I responded. "It's not like he hasn't seen your boobs before, says Soph laughing. Remember that night back when we first got the apartment and you got drunk and we walked in on you dancing naked..." "That was some night!" Trystan says laughing. "OK! I will take it off. But please, let's not re-live that night." I say. I undo the knot and lower the top half of the bathing suit. "Relax Addie, you are in a hot tub, it should be relaxing." I look over at Trystan and he is sitting in the tub with his eyes closed not even interested that I have my top off, so I relax. Finally after 20 minutes of being semi exposed, I lean back in the tub with my wine in hand completely relaxed. "Sophia, you are right this does feel nice. We all sat in the tub quietly taking amongst ourselves. Sophia climbs out of the hot tub. "We need more wine. Do you want red or more of the white?" "White please!" I say. "We have a long weekend, let's just indulge tonight and we can we can sleep in tomorrow." Sophia says with a smile. Sophia calls me over to her as she climbs back in and Trystan climbs out to get beer. I sit next to Sophia hip to hip. We talk about how our careers are going and our lives. "Why did you and Trystan laugh when I made the comment about being swingers? Have you ever been to a swing club?" I ask Sophia. "Of course! Variety is the spice of life. Live a little Addie." says Sophia. Then she leans in and kisses me, full on the lips kiss with tongue and passion. I am stunned at first but, I kiss her back. I hear Trystan coming back and I pull away from Sophia. I am flush from the kiss. My mind is reeling from the kiss. Is Sophie bi? How long has she been bi? After 20 minutes Sophia climbs out of the tub. "I'm heading in. Have fun you two" she says in a loud voice and laughs. I lean back and relax in the hot tub again. "You know Addie, I always thought you were hot." says Trystan as he sits next to me. I smile, "And you know when I was younger I had a terrible crush on you." Laughing, "Yes, I know. Sophie told me you had a crush on me. Did you know she had a crush on you?" I open my eyes wide in shock. "I had no clue, I say." "We have both wondered what it would be like to kiss you." Trystan pulls me to him and he kisses me with passion. I kiss him back. We continue to kiss slowly. My nipples harden against him. "We should take the rest of that suit off" Trystan says. "What if Sophie comes back?" We should not be doing this. Sophie won't mind. "Why? Because the two of you are swingers?" I say. "She finally told you huh?" asks Trystan. "Yes, she did." I responded. He pulls me in close and kisses me again, slowly standing me up. I look around and see no one, and decided to go for it. I stand and Trystan slowly trails kisses along my body as he strips the suit off of me. The rush of being caught sends a ripple of excitement through my body. I get back into the water and kiss Trystan again, this time with more passion. My hands explore his body. My fingers graze his nipples as they harden under my touch. He moves his mouth to my neck and kisses it. He brings his lips to my ear, "Stay right here, don't move" he says. "Where are you going? You want to leave now?" I ask. He climbs out of the hot tub looks and me a smiles, "Stay there." he says and disappears into the house. A few minutes later he is back with a blindfold. He places the blindfold over my eyes. My excitement grows as my sight is covered. Trystan leans in and kisses me. "Stand up, let's go inside." Trystan says. He helps me out of the tub and guides me into the house still blindfolded. He leads me up to my room and lays me down on the bed. Trystan kisses me, exploring my mouth. He slowly pulls away "We are going to try something new. Just relax and enjoy." says Trystan. The door opens and closes after a few minutes. " Trystan? Are you still here?" "Shhh, I am still here. Relax." says Trystan. I feel hands on my legs massaging my thighs and then lips kissing my thighs sending a ripple of excitement through me and making me moan. The hands gently pushing my legs open and then I feel a body lay between my legs. I feel a soft mouth kissing my inner right thigh slowly working its way up. My pussy is dripping waiting for his tongue to lap at it. I moan as his mouth gets closer. I lower my body and open my legs to move him closer to my pussy. "Taste me" I say. I hear a deep moan, deeper than usual for Trystan, and then I am lost to feel of his mouth on my pussy. Soft gentle kisses on my pussy. Then I feel him press his mouth to my wet pussy. I open my legs wider trying to open my pussy to him. I want to feel his tongue on my clit. I feel his hands open me. I moan loudly. "Please taste me" I finally feel that tongue lick my clit. It makes me shiver with anticipation. Then his mouth comes in and sucks on my clit. That nearly undoes me. "Ohh Yes!" I moan. His tongue is back at my clit licking. Fingers enter me and I go wild. I start to push my cunt down on the fingers riding them as his mouth alternates between licking and sucking on my clit. Fuck yes!! I moan loudly. I thrust my hips harder, wilder, wanting to get the fingers deeper in me. With an endless barrage of licks and sucking and finger fucking, I finally come undone. God YES!! , I yell as I cum. A warm mouth kisses its way up my body. "MMMMM, your mouth feels wonderful Trystan." I say. The kisses continue up my body as the blindfold comes off. I open my eyes and see Trystan standing next to the bed. I look down and see Sophia laying over me. I realize that it is not Trystan who just made me cum, but Sophia. "I love how you cum for me Addie" says Sophia. She leans in and kisses me with passion. Trystan leans into my ear and whispers, "this is just the beginning."