3 comments/ 107646 views/ 10 favorites First Time Ever By: tmh10 Based on a true story. I was a teenager working in a photo lab after school and on weekends. The money and the environment was better than fast food, but I didn't work enough or make enough yet to have a car. Usually, I rode my bike to work, but needed repair, because on this particular day, I found myself walking to the bus stop. I had a half-mile walk to the stop that would take me to work without a transfer. As I got close to the stop, I saw the bus coming. I ran like a madman to get to the stop before the bus pulled away, but to no avail. I was mad I missed the bus but didn't want to wait for the next one, so I decided to continue walking to work. About halfway into the remaining two or three miles, I saw a jogger approaching me, running in the opposite direction I was walking. As he neared, I made a point to stay to one side of the sidewalk to give him room to pass. When he got close, he said, "hi," and I replied back, "hi." I thought nothing of it, really. Then, I saw him come back again. Apparently, he turned around behind me and came back. Out of the blue, he said, "How would you like to come back to my place?" "What?" was all I could say. I was pretty sure I heard him, but I don't think my brain believed my ears. He repeated the proposition. I was so surprised and caught off guard, I found myself not knowing what to say. Though I wasn't at all interested, I was raised to be polite, so acting indignant or punching him in the face was not in my character. All I could manage to say was, "I have to go to work." It was a pretty weak answer, and in retrospect I see where it could have been misconstrued. "Where do you work?" he asked. I told him the name of the photo lab, probably because I wasn't quick-witted enough at the time to make up a lie. I was definitely off guard and off balance. "Yeah, I know the place. What time do you get off work?" Again, I should have seen where things were leading, but I wasn't thinking very clearly. "Six o'clock." "Great, I'll pick you up then, so you won't have to walk home." "No, that's o.k., I don't mind walking" was all I could say, finally showing some sign that I wasn't interested. "Really, it's no trouble. I'll see you then." And with that, he turned and began running back in his original direction. I spent the rest of my walk to work and my time at work wondering what I'd done, questioning myself why I didn't tell him flat out to get lost. I wondered if he was going to show up, and if so how I would deal with him without making a scene at my work. Six o'clock rolled by and he showed up. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. I thought about my options briefly and decided that it might be easiest if I let him give me a ride home. Only, I decided that I would have him drop me off a block or so from my real house so he wouldn't know where I lived. "Yeah, thanks for the ride. It saves me from having to walk for an hour." And with that, I headed out to his car and we drove off. He made small talk along the way as he drove the route back to my house. Distracted with the conversation, I hadn't realized that I didn't tell him where I lived yet. And the thought didn't occur to me until he made a wrong turn. "Actually, I live further up the street, you don't have to turn yet" I said. "Oh, well, I thought we could stop at my place and grab a beer or something before you headed home." I didn't say anything, but the thought of getting to sneak a beer interested me. When we got to his place, I followed him inside his house. "Would you like a beer?" he asked. "Sure, that sounds cool" I replied. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed me one. He cracked his open, took a sip and set it down. "If you don't mind, I'd like to hop in the hot tub, I'm a little sore from running today. I've got an extra suit if you want to come in, too." "I don't know, that's okay, you go ahead" I said. "Aww, c'mon, it's pretty relaxing" he said, trying to encourage me. Without pushing it any further he disappeared into the other room and emerged a few moments later. He tossed me a swimming suit and said, "Here, you go." Then he grabbed his shirt, pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. He pulled down his running shorts, revealing he had no underwear on. I found myself stealing a glance at his dick, maybe to compare it with my own, kind of like how you do in gym class, not wanting to be seen looking, but wanting to look for curiousity's sake. His dick was flaccid and looked to be average, much like my own. He was about six feet tall, a little taller than I was then, had dark hair and a somewhat hairy chest. He looked to be about 30 and in pretty good shape, probably from running regularly. He had a nice, fit ass. I was about five-ten then, with a fairly thin build and not hairy at all. I also was a runner, on the high school cross-country team and was in top athletic shape, just not muscle-bound. Though my hair was medium-dark brown, his was even darker than mine. He seemed rather nonchalant about stripping naked in front of me and didn't make a point of parading himself in front of me, perhaps so as not to scare me off. As quickly as he took off his running shorts, he slipped on his suit, grabbed his beer and headed into the hot tub. "C'mon in, the water is nice," he said. I weighed my options and decided, perhaps with a bit of trepidation that I would go in. Not having been introduced to any other part of his house, I didn't feel it was within my right to go to some other room to change. Besides, he didn't seem to make a big deal of it, so I decided I would go ahead and change there. I stripped off my shirt, dropped my pants and then my underwear. I turned to lay them on the couch and grabbed the swimsuit I had set down and when I turned back I noticed he was looking at me, perhaps just a glance to size me up like I had done to him. I slipped on the suit, grabbed my beer and hopped in the tub, leaving a little space between us. He initiated most of the conversation, basically small talk for several minutes, when all of the sudden I saw his swimming suit float up to the top of the water. He grabbed it and said, "I really find swimming suits quite restricting. The jets feel much nicer when you get direct contact with your skin. You should try it." I essentially ignored what he'd done and what he said, but in my mind I was debating what to do while continuing the small talk. Perhaps the beer had loosened my inhibitions, but I decided to see if it really made any difference. Without saying anything, I slipped off my suit and tossed it out of the hot tub like he'd done with his. "Doesn't that feel better?" he asked. "Yeah, actually it does," I replied. And really, it did. The jets' direct contact was nicer than pushing the rough material of the suit against me. We continued talking about nothing important for a minute or two when I felt something touch my dick. I jumped a little, startled, and when I realized it was his hand, I said, "Whoa, I don't think you should do that." He then wrapped his hand around my dick and gave it a full stroke while he replied, "Are you sure?" My heart was suddenly beating about a hundred beats a minute. I hesitated for a split second as he continued to stroke me, when finally I said, "Yeah." He continued to stroke me again, looking for some kind of reaction from my cock, which by now had begun to harden involuntarily. Then he said, "Okay" and removed his hand. I found myself relieved that he had stopped but also a bit turned on by the stimulation. A few moments later, without a word he slipped below the surface of the water. I wondered for a moment where he'd gone, perhaps to hide himself briefly from the embarrassment of making an unwanted advance. My questions were answered in short time when I felt his hands on my cock once again. This time I had already risen to full hardness and when he discovered this he made no efforts to stop stroking me. I felt like I should make him stop, but the feeling I was getting from having my cock stroked was too good to end just now, so I decided it was o.k. to let him continue. He continued stroking some more when I felt something warmer on the tip of my dick. Was that what I thought...yes, that was definitely his tongue that teased the underneath-side of my cock. He lips were wrapped around the head. At this point, he needed to come up for air and as he did so, he released his hold on my cock and shifted his hands to either side of my hips. As he was pushing me gently upward he said, "Here, sit up on the side." I followed his guide and got my self out of the water so that I was sitting on the side of the tub. He moved himself toward me between my legs, grabbed my cock again and immediately lowered his mouth onto me again. Up until this point in my life, the closest I'd ever come to having sex was looking at my brother's porno magazines and fantasizing about it. I'd never even gotten a blow job or a hand job and this was feeling great! I reveled in the sensations I was feeling as his mouth moved gently up and down my firm shaft. The warmth and the softness and wetness were far better than anything I had ever simulated with my own hand while masturbating. I found my self rotating my hips, encouraging him to go further. He noticed my signals and began to take me all the way into his mouth, completely to the base of my shaft. From the first deep throat, I found myself so overwhelmed with the sensations that I had to consciously try to hold back from cumming right away. "Oh, man," I said, "that feels too good. It's going to make me cum." My warnings didn't change his actions in the slightest as he bobbed his head on my cock in still slow, rhythmic motions from the very tip all the way to the base. As he continued to do this, I realized that no amount of concentration or holding back was going to stop the inevitable. I warned him again, "I can't hold back, it feels too good." With that he started thrashing his tongue against the bottom of my cock, squeezing it against me as he stroked up and down. Within two strokes I felt a surge building up inside me. "Oh, man, here I go," I said as he went down on me again, this time about half-way while really working my cock with his tongue. The first blast of cum was a wave of euphoria that overcame me almost like I would pass out with satisfaction. With each throb of cum I bucked my hips in and out of his mouth unleashing what felt like a never-ending supply of cum in a series of about fifteen shots. By the time I had finished, I almost fell off the side of the tub, collapsing in weakness from the total release. He finished cleaning my cock with his mouth and tongue and finally pulled off my now half-limp dick. "How would you like to try it?" he asked as he got up and sat on the side of the tub next to me. "I don't think so," I said. "C'mon, he said. Trust me, it's as nice to give as it is to get." I didn't reply but sat there for a moment trying to decide how to proceed. Having just released my load, I had lost some of my sense of sexual exploration. While I was still making up my mind, he took my hand and put it on his cock, making me rub it. I decided that things might not go well if I tried to leave without him getting satisfaction, so I figured I would just give him a hand job until he got his release. Without further encouragement from him I began to willingly stroke his cock, awaking it from it's slumber. I used the same techniques on his that I had used on my own when I jerked off. Almost immediately I noticed positive results as his cock hardened within my grip. I began to increase my pace, almost hurrying the process, perhaps looking for him to get off quickly. I think he sensed this, as he said, "I'd really like you to suck on it." At first I tried to ignore his request, but then I realized that I would need to say something, so I finally said, "I'm not sure I want to." In retrospect, that was probably just like asking for some encouragement rather than an outright refusal. He grabbed my arms and began to tug me down into the water, to position me between his legs as he said, "You really need to try it at least once. If you decide you don't like it you don't have to continue." His rationalization seemed fair and I figured that I could just give him a few token licks or sucks and declare I didn't want to continue and be done. This way, at least I tried. Now positioned on my knees between his legs and facing his cock, I grabbed it with both hands and paused, looking at it, not having the courage to actually go further. He put a hand behind my head and gently pushed it forward toward his member. "This is it," I thought as I neared his cock, closed my eyes and opened my mouth, awaiting the moment when it finally hit my lips. As the head reached my lips I was immediately surprised at how soft it was. I wrapped my lips around the whole head and began licking it, exploring it and the feeling in my mouth. Before long, it was clear he wanted me to go on as he again pushed me head further down his shaft. I took in another inch or so while licking around to simultaneously explore and wet his tool. I realized at this point that I actually was beginning to enjoy it. I started moving up and down his cock, simulating the feeling he would be getting if he was actually fucking a pussy. He started responding by pushing his hips toward me with each downward stroke. I found I could take at least about four, maybe five inches into my mouth rather comfortably, which was most of his cock. I figured he had about six inches of hardness. When he started to quicken his thrusting I became concerned about him cumming, so I pulled off him completely and said, "I don't want you to cum in my mouth, so tell me when you are about to cum, ok?" He said okay and I went back to work on his straight, firm rod. I began to use techniques that he used, swirling my tongue on his cock, particularly on the really sensitive part on the bottom-side near the tip. He moans, which were becoming more frequent were telling me I was doing a really good job for a first-timer. I switched to an up-and-down sucking motion while pressing my tongue firmly against his shaft. Which each time I engulfed him, he would let out words of encouragement, like "oh, yeah," "that's great" and "ah, that feels good." I increased my pace more and more, seeking out his climax. He let out three successive, "Oh's", and then finally said, "I'm gonna cum," but before he could get the to word, "cum" I felt a warm blast in my mouth. I was surprised but excited I had succeeded, so I didn't pull off him, but instead kept sucking as I felt each successive shot enter my mouth. Finally, I instinctively swallowed in reflex to my mouth being filled. I continued sucking and milking him until he stopped pulsing and his cock began to grow limp. As I retracted from his cock I finally got an opportunity to taste his cum--strange, but not bad. I swallowed what remained in my mouth. He asked if I could stay longer, but I told him I really needed to get home. We got dressed and he drove me home. That was all that happened--that time. First Time Ever I was 22 years old, slim and very athletic, have always had girlfriends and have always been very dominant with them. I grew up privately schooled and in the church, but still loved taking my girl whenever and wherever like a normal guy... Until I met a guy named G. I met him while bowling, an athletic looking 34 year old black guy, not sure why he suddenly took interest in being my friend, but I didn't have many other than my girlfriend, so I appreciated the friendship. We watched sports on tv and hung out. It was a great friendship. One evening, he had come over, and it was late, so he asked if he could just stay the night. I said of course and gave him a pillow for the couch. I went to bed without thought. Not long after, he wanted to be in the bed because the couch was uncomfortable, which I thought was strange but alright. I turned over and tried to sleep, wondering what was up with him. He then shocked me like I had never been before. He started touching me, almost as if caressing me. It freaked me out. I moved, but when I did I brushed over his crotch, and felt how monstrous and hard he was. I immediately tensed up, and realized how fast my heart was beating, and what was going on. I put my hand back on his cock and felt him through his pants, it was enormous, and I was the reason. Not wanting to disappoint him, I slowly pulled him out of his pants and started exploring him with my hand, my back still to him. At this point I was shaking because I had no idea what I was doing nor have I seen it... yet... I turned over and faced him, and he guided me down to his waist with his hands and stuck it in front of my face. I tasted him very slowly, opening my mouth has best I could to fit him in. He like it and I began feeling proud that I was pleasing him and took more of him in my mouth. He was a good ten inches. After a while of this, he got me out of my pjs, and I ended up on top of him, in the 69 position. I sucked him the best I could as he started playing with my ass. I had never felt a tongue all over my hole before and it was amazing. He knew what he was doing and he fucked my ass with his tongue for so long as I moaned while sucking him. My hands played with his balls as he kept tonguing my ass and I obediently bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I started really enjoying it. I surprised both of us, and turned around and tried to sit on his cock. Slowly but surely, I eased his head in my ass. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted to please him. When I took his cock inside me for the first time, I felt so filled. I was shaking rigorously which made him feel good, and so I started playing with his balls while I rode him. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I shook my hips quickly like my girl would do, and I was so proud. He said he wanted my virginity and this was his plan all along, and me having no idea turned him on. Moaning with him inside me, shaking, and feeling his pulse through his cock, I said my ass is yours. He came very heavily. I could feel every time he squirted. It felt like he was in my stomach. He pulled out and I immediately started sucking him. I wanted to continue pleasing him. I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he got me into doggie and plunged me as deep as he could. I couldn't stop gasping loudly every time he rammed me. His balls slapped up against mine and he muffled my yells with his hand, and kept pumping. He said I was his bitch now and slapped my ass. All I could moan was yes over and over. He pounded me so hard that I would have flown across the room had he not had a hold of my neck and face. He pulled out and squirted all over my face. It was warm, and made my face and lips tingle. I was covered in it, and I went back to sucking him. By this time I was so open, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I went on my back and he shoved his meaty cock in me missionary. He got very deep every thrust. I moaned very loudly, and he kept muffling me. It wasn't until he came for a third time, that I realized I wanted to be the best he's ever had, and I was willing to do anything for that. I sucked him clean again and this time he really fucked my face. Twenty minutes of this and he said he would reward me. He came and filled my mouth so quickly with his cum, I gagged on it. I swallowed most of it and coughed up the rest. He told me to go get cleaned up and I did. For a year, I was to wait on him, every time he came over, I was to serve him. He taught me how to please a man, and showed me how great it was. I craved him at all times. It was crazy because I still loved to dominate women, but he showed me how good it was to be dominated as well. To this day I still think of G, eight years later. First Time Ever I Saw Your Face Author's Note: Welcome readers and thank you for your votes, comments and feedback on past stories. I hope you enjoy this piece using the lyrics of "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" from Johnny Cash. **** Note from Jake Rivers: This is my fourth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City" and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The current invitational has looser criteria: the stories are based on any Country & Western song. Regards, Jake **** Kyle stood transfixed as he saw more of the smooth skin appear under the petite blonde's skirt. The ladder wobbled as she leaned further for a book on the top shelf. He never stopped imagining touching her even as he found himself making his way through the maze of tables to her side. Paige realized she was falling and softly shrieked. Her arms flailed as she tried to prepare herself to land on the cold hard floor. Instead, she felt a warm solid chest and strong arms. "You saved me!" Paige let out her breath and held tight. "It was nothing," he said as he grinned. The librarian came around the corner just then and stopped in front of them. "Excuse me! This behavior is inappropriate, Paige." "Mrs. Barnes, I—" "Your mother will be informed of this," the stern woman interrupted as she walked away. Paige buried her face in the stranger's chest and rolled her eyes. It surprised her to feel chills run down her spine as she inhaled his woodsy cologne. He shifted and she felt her nipples rub across his shirt. The thoughts in Paige's head at that moment did not belong in a library and she knew it. That fact didn't stop them. "I wonder if this could be considered our first date," Kyle whispered. Paige shook the images from her mind. "Will there be more?" "You know there will be," Kyle said. "I don't take no very well." "So if I asked you to kiss me now?" Kyle took in the soft pink lips, flirty grin and devilish gleam shining in her brown eyes and lowered his head. Paige felt the warmth of his tongue running over her mouth and moaned. She tightened her hold around his neck while she absorbed his flavor. Paige swore she felt the earth move through her hands. "Paige, Mrs. Barnes is coming this way." Kyle heard the words through the fog in his brain and lifted his head. A redhead stood a few feet away. She looked down an aisle then back at the two kissing as she warned them of the return of the staid librarian. Kyle noticed her freckled face was beet red. Paige slithered out of her rescuers arms but stood close to his body. "That guarantees a second date in my book." She spoke in a seductive tone that told Kyle she enjoyed that brief kiss as much as he did. Kyle gave her a heated look and nodded. "Of course." "I don't even know your name," Paige told him. "Yeah, I know," he said. Paige was astounded to see him turn and walk away. She opened her mouth to call out but stopped when Mrs. Barnes peered around the corner. "I'm leaving." She gathered up her books and papers and hurried to the door. Paige scurried through the hallway and scrambled out the exit. Her heart raced as she looked up and down the sidewalks for the tall man from the library. People blocked her view everywhere but he was nowhere in sight. Paige was disappointed and sat on an empty bench that caught her eye a few feet away instead of leaving for home. "Lonesome?" Paige thought she was imagining things until that same hard body from inside the library slid next to her. "It's you!" she exclaimed. "I suppose you think I forgot something," he said. "I don't know who you are," Paige replied. "Didn't we decide that already?" Paige punched his arm and made a face. "Come on." Kyle rubbed the spot she hit and let it go limp. "You hurt me." "I did not," Paige remarked. "You're too strong for me to hurt." "Are you so sure about that?" he asked in a serious tone. She caught her breath at the look of desire that filled his eyes. This man pulled at her soul as no one ever had before. That fact alone intrigued her as much as it scared her. "There you are," Paige heard her mom call out. "Hi, mom," she replied. "How was work?" Her mother sat on the bench next to Paige and sighed. "You know how it goes with the reading group here on Friday afternoon." "You always have Mrs. Barnes to help you, mom." "That reminds me, Paige," her mom said. "Mrs. Barnes told me something about you and a man and inappropriate behavior in the library." Kyle coughed as he tried to keep himself from laughing. Thanks to the redhead in the library, he already knew this intriguing young woman's name was Paige. Now he waited to see how she explained about the episode earlier. "Oh mom, "Paige began, "you know how she is. I thought she was going to have a heart attack the day she saw me reading a romance novel when I was thirteen. Everything rattles Mrs. Barnes." "I know," her mom said with a chuckle. "It's not like you're a child anymore, either. Although it's still hard to believe you graduated from college already." Kyle decided it was time to make Paige squirm a bit. He moved a bit closer and slipped his arm around her shoulders. "Sweetheart, aren't you going to introduce me to this gorgeous vision here?" Kyle said as he nuzzled her cheek. "Yes, sweetheart, aren't you going to introduce us?" Paige heard the sarcasm in her mom's voice when she repeated the question. Paige didn't know what to do. She could see her mom glaring at her even as she felt warm fingers wandering over her skin. "Um, this is my mom." Kyle leaned over Paige and made sure he brushed against her nipples with his elbow. "I can see where Paige gets her beauty." "Ah, he's a sweet talker, Paige. Does he have a name, my dear daughter?" "I don't know," Paige blurted out. "I fell and he caught me before I hit the floor and Mrs. Barnes saw us, and he left and now he's here and, I don't know, mom." Kyle watched Paige as her face turned bright red. The blush was so appealing he couldn't resist dropping a kiss on her soft lips. He gazed into her eyes as he next spoke. "I'm the man you've been waiting for all your life." Neither saw Paige's mom slide off the bench to leave them alone. She recognized their need for privacy even if her daughter didn't yet. "Oh," Paige whispered. "I don't do these things." "You don't blush?" Kyle asked as he nibbled her ear. "Or maybe you meant you don't kiss. Because I think you do both very well." "Who are you," Paige asked again. "I'm so confused." "Dinner tomorrow night at Shea's and you can meet me there at seven. I'll be waiting," Kyle told her as he stood. "How do you know I'll be there?" "You will," he said as he walked away. Paige remained on the bench for another half an hour. She needed time to think before she drove home. Her thoughts went from one end of the pendulum to the other. The stranger's flavor was still on her tongue even as she blasted the nerve of him kissing her. He took advantage of her. Then why did her nipples tighten again remembering his elbow brushing across her chest. It was rude the way he nibbled on her ear. Yet her body still hummed from his touch. There was no way she would be there tomorrow but she tried to decide what to wear the entire drive home. Paige woke the next morning in a great mood. Most days it took her a cup of coffee and a shower before her eyes stayed opened. Today she jumped out of bed and went to fix breakfast. When she caught herself wondering what her date would look like naked she knew she was in trouble. It took Paige forever to get dressed after her shower. Buttons wouldn't line up with the holes and the zipper on her jeans stuck. It was noon before she left to take care of her errands. A new display going up at the lingerie store in the mall drew her attention. Paige stared at the way the pale blue panties fit the model and imagined them against her own skin. The employee cupped one of the fake breasts as she tugged the matching bra into place. Seeing Paige made the young girl blush as she went on with her work. "Can I help you?" It took Paige a moment to realize the question was for her since she didn't even remember walking through the doorway. "The blue set she's putting up in front is gorgeous," Paige said. "Can you direct me to where they are?" Paige pictured the silky undergarments in the stranger's hands as he slid them off her body. She blinked just in time to keep from bumping into a shelf of corsets. "The blue would look magnificent with your skin tone." The name on the tag told Paige the woman was Jill. "Thank you," Paige told her. "This will be perfect for tonight." "Ah, a special surprise for someone?" Jill asked. Paige looked through for her size without giving an answer. She was mortified her thoughts came out to the woman in front of her. How could she be thinking such things anyway? He'd had the audacity to kiss her in front of her mother yesterday and she didn't even know his name. No way was she going to dinner tonight. Yet she wondered what he would think of each piece as she chose them. Her imagination saw his green eyes darken when he discovered the lacy panties under her jeans. Would his hands shake trying to unhook the tiny clasp on the scrap of material holding up her lush breasts? Paige was in such a state of arousal she almost made herself cum as she walked out of the store. She saw a restroom sign and hurried into an end stall. Paige ripped her jeans down and shoved her hand over her swollen pussy. Somehow, she swallowed the moans as she dipped her fingers in and out of her creamy cunt. Noises from the other stalls didn't stop her from bringing herself to a fast and hard orgasm that buckled her knees. It took her a few minutes more before she pulled her clothing up and opened the door to wash her hands. Paige grinned all afternoon while she finished her shopping. Her body still hummed with desire but she'd taken the edge off with her little playtime in the restroom. She bought a new outfit for her date that was sexier than anything she owned. Yes, she admitted she was going to meet the stranger at Shea's. A last stop at the shoe store and Paige was on her way home to get ready. Shea's had a little of everything. Rock groups played on the outside deck where the younger crowd congregated on the weekends. The upper level served a more elaborate menu and attracted a wealthier clientele. Then there was the main floor with live Jazz and private booths. This is where Kyle told the host to bring Paige when she arrived. He had no doubts she would show up. Kyle looked up a couple of minutes before seven and felt his heart miss a beat. Paige strode confidently behind the host towards their booth. She wore a short black skirt with a matching jacket. He caught a glimpse of red under it to go with the red boots covering her legs and knew he was in deep trouble. "Exquisite," Kyle said as she stopped next to where he stood to meet her. "Thank you," Paige whispered. Seeing him again reminded her of the strength and intensity that attracted her the second he caught her yesterday. "I hope this is acceptable to you." He held his hand out in reference to the area of Shea's he chose. "It's perfect," she replied. "Jazz is a weakness of mine, too." Paige saw his eyes roam over her body and stop at her face. Heat pooled in her belly and pussy as she thought of what she wore under her clothing. Their server came just then to take their drink orders. "I'll stick with club soda," Kyle answered. "White wine," Paige said. "Does your mother know you dress like this?" Kyle asked when the server was gone. Paige laughed at that idea. "You mean like this?" She slipped the jacket off to reveal a tight red tank top. Kyle felt his hands ache to touch the creamy breasts tantalizing him as she leaned forward. He felt his cock swell and shifted in the seat. "Are you flirting with me, Paige?" he asked. "Is it working?" Paige felt his hand lift hers under the table and place it over his zipper. She gasped at the bulge there before running her fingers over it. He moved closer and laid one big hand on her thigh. They scooted together in the booth and continued their teasing even when their drinks arrived. Kyle asked for more time before placing their orders and the server left them alone. Her legs parted as she felt the man's hand slip higher. Paige had his zipper down and freed his cock just seconds before he dipped his finger into her cunt. He covered her lips with his and swallowed her soft moans. "Come home with me," Kyle whispered into her ear. Paige didn't hesitate. "Yes." They took a few minutes to straighten their clothing. Kyle threw some money on the table before they walked to the exit. He held her hand as he led her to his car and drove to his condo across town. Paige touched him all over as they made their way to his bedroom. Kyle stopped and looked deep into her eyes. "It's Kyle and I'm the man you're going to spend the rest of your life with." Paige caught her breath at his words but only nodded. She sensed that he didn't make promises lightly. She explored his body with her tongue and lips. Kyle almost lost it when she slurped his sac into her mouth. She swished it from cheek to cheek while she massaged his balls. He moaned when Paige did the same thing to his aching balls. Her fingers never stopped stroking his drooling cock. The feel of her teeth grazing his cock was too much for Kyle. He held her head and buried himself deep into her throat. Paige swallowed as he came hard from all her teasing. The sight of her on his cock drove him wild. He pulled out and pounded her pussy with his still rock hard shaft. His mouth found her nipples and he bit first one then the other. Kyle couldn't get enough of her. The feel of her tight wet cunt kept him hard all night. Her screams when he plowed deep into her echoed in his brain. Paige was addictive and she was his forever. He sunk his tongue into her pussy and nibbled on her lips until she cried for more. She begged him to leave his mark on her tender skin. Kyle spent hours exploring her body in every way. Paige loved touching Kyle and hearing his groans as she sucked his cock. The sun was up before they finally fell asleep. "Hi," Kyle said with a grin when he saw she was awake. "Hi yourself." "Last night was the most amazing night of my life," Kyle told her. Paige ran her finger over his lips and grinned. "Yeah, I know." "Confident aren't you," he said. "With you, yes. I've never felt this way with anyone else, Kyle," she admitted. "Some of those things I never did before." "It's you and I forever, Paige," he stated. "I knew that the moment I saw you on that ladder." "Yes, we are," she replied. "I looked into your face after you caught me and knew you were the one to make my days sunny and happy." "So what's next?" Kyle asked. "It's Sunday afternoon..." "Oh no," Paige cried out. "I was supposed to be at my parents for brunch. She's probably called a dozen times already." "My robe is in the bathroom," he said. "Slip it on if you want and I'll shower while you're calling your mom. Although, maybe I should explain why you're late." "You wouldn't dare!" Paige yelled as he started to reach for the phone. Kyle felt alive and happy and knew it was because of Paige. She brought the sun into an otherwise dark and endless world for him right now. A pang of guilt hit when he was getting dressed at what he would have to tell her eventually. Seeing her at his table in his robe pushed that all out of his mind. "I know mom, I know. Give me an hour and I'll be there," Paige said into the phone before she hung up. "So spending the day together is out," Kyle said with a sigh. "I'm sorry," Paige replied. "My parents are going away for a few weeks and wanted to see me today. I'll make it as quick as I can and then call you, though." "Does that mean you want my number?" Kyle asked. "I guess it does," she said with a grin. "Oh lord, the idea of putting that outfit on in the daytime is a bit embarrassing." "I have some sweats you can wear," Kyle told her. "They belong to my sister and she's about your size. She always keeps a few things at my place in case her luggage gets lost when she visits." "You have a sister? I don't know anything about you, do I?" "We have time, Paige," he told her as he went to the closet. Paige dressed in the borrowed clothes and stuffed hers in a bag. She kissed Kyle and turned to go when she realized she didn't have her car there. "My car is back at the restaurant yet. I forgot all about it last night." "I'll drive you there to get it and follow you home," Kyle said as he grabbed his keys and wallet off the table. She smiled and followed him out to his car once more. They held hands but didn't talk on the short drive. Paige was shocked to see the parking lot empty when they pulled in several minutes later. "Kyle, it's gone. Someone stole it!" "You don't know that. Maybe they had it impounded when it sat here overnight," Kyle explained. "What am I going to do? My mom and dad expect me in less than an hour and now I have to find my car," Paige cried out. "I can just make a call to the city impound lot and see if they have it," he replied. "Then I'll take care of it if it's there while you go see your parents. Tell me where you live and you can get ready while I check it out for you." Paige knew he was right. She took a deep breath and decided to let him take care of it for her. Her address was in an area Kyle wasn't familiar with so she gave him directions as they went. They pulled into her driveway and she ran to unlock the door for them. Kyle followed behind but stopped when he saw her strip off her shirt on the way to the shower. He gulped at the thought of her naked once more. "Ah, Paige." "Come on back where I can hear you better," she called out from the shower. He could smell the rich vanilla scent floating through the air as he stepped into her room. His body tightened as he imagined the water beading on her skin. Kyle began to sweat but not from the heat in the room. The shower curtain moved open just a little as Paige peeked around the edge. "Did you find it?" Kyle's hand slid the curtain over until her saw her soapy body under the spray. Their eyes locked as his finger made a circle on skin. Paige arched her back to fill his hand with her now aching breast. "Oh god," she moaned. "Kyle, we can't. Later, though, I promise." He took his hand back and retraced his path into the kitchen. It didn't take Kyle long to figure out he couldn't do a thing about Paige's car. Without information like her plate number, the car make and model and her last name, he was out of luck. He felt stupid for not asking her that already. "Do they have it?" Paige asked as she bounced back into the room. "Ah, I'm not sure," he hedged. "What do you mean?" "I didn't call yet," Kyle replied. "Kyle, I need to find my car." "I didn't know the plate number," he mumbled. "That's all they wanted? Let me write it down for you, then." "Well, can you add the make and model, and maybe your last name, too," Kyle told her. Paige burst out laughing at the dejected look on his face. She jotted down the information he would need and handed him the paper. "That should cover it." Kyle read the list and roared when he saw her bra size at the bottom. "I'll keep that for my own use, thank you," he remarked. He dropped Paige off at her mom and dads and went home. It took only one call to find her car and get the total for her fees. Kyle spent the rest of the time going over some issues for the coming week. He was in a tricky spot with his business and didn't quite know how to handle things. It was great to be the boss until things began to fall apart. The ringing of the phone at his elbow drew him away from the documents in front of him. First Time Ever I Saw Your Face "Kyle, where are you?" "Paige?" "Who else are you expecting?" she asked. "You're late." "I can't be," he said. "I just sat down to look at some work..." "Well, get over here, now," Paige instructed as she hung up. Kyle put the bothersome papers to the side and left. Worrying hadn't fixed anything so far. He put them out of his mind and sped across town to pick up Paige. Just thinking of her made his heart pound and his body heat up. Had he lost his mind? Whatever it was, he wanted it never to end. Paige saw Kyle drive up from her post at the window. She hugged her mom and ran out the door just as he stopped in front of the house. He never even shut off the car before she was slipping into the seat and grinning at him. "Let's go," she instructed. "I have some unfinished business to take of." Kyle tried to swallow as her fingers cupped his cock. She had him free of his shorts before he had gone a block down the road. Kyle felt the sweat drip into his eyes as he tried to pay attention to his driving. Paige tugged her seatbelt to the side and sucked him until he couldn't think. He could hear her moans as she slowly grazed her teeth over his swollen shaft. Paige didn't stop the entire drive and Kyle pulled into his garage at the same moment he filled her sweet mouth with thick white cum. "Paige, I —" Kyle began to speak. "No, that was fantastic," she whispered. "Check under my skirt." Kyle felt the heat in her words in his entire body. One big hand snaked under the denim material and dipped into her creamy cunt. She wiggled in the seat to give him better access until he was fucking her with his fingers. He moved closer and pounded her pussy. The sounds echoed in the car and in his head. Paige whimpered and groaned as spasms took over her body. Kyle swallowed her wails while he continued to ravish her convulsing pussy. It was several minutes before either spoke again. "I can't believe we did this," Kyle whispered. "My bed is right up there." Paige laughed and took his hand. "Let's go. I could use a shower." They ran like kids. The suds and hot water were a prelude to fluffy towels and the big bed. He made love to her in every way he could think of. Then it was her turn. She teased him until he exploded. Her hands brought him higher than he had ever been in his life. They explored where neither had ever gone before and loved it. The sun was setting when they headed to the kitchen for nourishment. "What's all this?" Kyle turned at her question and saw her flipping through the stack of papers he'd left on the table. "That's some work I had home," he said over his shoulder. "Just shove them out of the way." Paige wasn't a nosy person by nature but all the red marks caught her attention on the spreadsheets. Her college degree was in accounting and she loved solving problems. "I'd be glad to help. You wouldn't know this but my major was accounting and I graduated at the top of my class." Kyle was torn. He worked hard to build his small contracting business over the years. Yet he could lose everything if what he suspected was correct. He sighed and made a decision. "I'm in trouble." He didn't know she got up until he felt her arms slide around him. It was if a huge part of the burden lifted from him just knowing she was there. Kyle turned around and hugged her for dear life. He somehow knew this petite spirited woman did more than take his heart. "Tell me everything," she demanded many minutes later. Paige looked over the notes as Kyle talked. She remained quiet until the very end when she asked a few questions of her own. He had never told anyone this before and it exhausted Kyle. "This man did a good job of making you look guilty," she finally said, "but he got a bit too greedy. I know just who to call for the best advice, too." "I can't afford to lose my business or get in trouble with the law. If I can take care of this working with the authorities as the good guy it would be great," Kyle said. She didn't reply to his comments as she dialed her phone. "Hi, grandpa, it's Paige. I have some urgent business I need help with. Can we meet tomorrow? My friend and I can be at your office at ten in the morning." "You've heard of Carson Industries?" she asked Kyle after she hung up. "Everyone in the state has heard of them," Kyle answered. "Grandpa will help. Is this everything?" "There are more files locked in the safe at my office," Kyle said. She nodded before she took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Tomorrow they would deal with his business but tonight was for them. Kyle was ready when Paige slid out of his bed Monday morning. He saw her tousled hair, flushed skin, and left the room. Never had he been so obsessed with a woman. Of course, no one else was Paige either. She grinned and reminded him she needed fresh clothes again. They stopped at her apartment before picking up the folders at Kyle's office. Kyle swallowed when he pulled into the parking space reserved for Paige. She led the way through security and up a back elevator. A woman greeted them when they exited. "He's waiting for you, Paige." "You're looking great, Rose," Paige said as she smiled. "You must have a hot new boyfriend." Kyle noticed the blush on the elderly woman's cheeks as she replied. "I'm too old for that." "A woman is never too old, Rose." Paige winked as she opened the door in front of them. Leo Carson sat in a leather chair near a wall of windows. His office was large but very homey and comfortable looking. "Grandpa, hi," Paige called out. "This is Kyle." "Hello, Kyle," Leo said. "I'd get up but I think my butt is stuck here for the day." He wasn't at all what Kyle expected and he found himself grinning. "I don't have a problem with that, Mr. Carson." "You can call me Leo, young man. Now tell me what you need help with," he said. Kyle opened the first folder and took out a handful of files. He talked about his suspicions as Leo scanned the pages. Paige took the papers from her grandfather when he finished and made a few notes of her own. "I've heard of your company, Kyle," Leo said. "You have a reputation for doing good work and getting the job done on time. Something like this will wipe you out." "Grandpa, you must have dealt with dirty sub-contractors over the years. How can we take care of it without Kyle losing the business or being accused of guilt himself?" Leo looked at his granddaughter and could tell this wasn't just a friend she was helping. She'd always been so easy for him to read. "Rose, get George on the line," Leo said. Kyle hadn't even noticed the small earpiece Leo wore. He chuckled as it just occurred to him that was how Leo could remain in his comfortable chair and still complete some of his business. "Technology can be useful, too," Leo said as if he read Kyle's mind. Leo took his call from George who Paige had whispered was one of the company's top lawyers. Several minutes passed with numbers and information given until Leo seemed satisfied and hung up. "George will meet with you in an hour. Take all this with you and let him know everything," Leo said. "Paige, you know where his office is." "I don't know what to say, Leo," Kyle replied. "You don't even know me." "For my granddaughter to ask for help," Leo said, "you have to be special. Now go get some coffee and hold hands or something." Paige leaned in for a kiss. "Thanks, grandpa." She winked at her grandpa as she closed the door. Rose sat at her desk and smiled as they headed to the elevator. "See you, Rose. Do what feels good!" Paige reminded her. Kyle held Paige close to him as they rode down several floors to the cafeteria. His mind was still reeling from the meeting with Leo. He poured coffee and added some cookies to their tray. She led him to a table near the back with a bit of privacy. Paige regaled Kyle with stories of her childhood as they waited for the time to pass. Her eyes sparkled when she was excited and he imagined that's how they would look when their babies were born someday. Business first, he reminded himself as he glanced at the clock. George Briggs sat behind a pristine desk in a contemporary office. He reminded Kyle of a surfer with his blonde hair and dark tan. The few pieces of artwork complimented the modern furnishings with their stark appeal. Soft oldies even played in the background. It didn't take long for Kyle to see that George was serious about his work. He shook Kyle's hand with a brief hello and lost himself in the files in silence from there. Kyle took his cue from Paige to remain quiet. "I can take care of this," George said. "Give me a few days and I'll call you with the results." "Thank you, sir," Kyle told him with relief. George gave Paige a nod as he dismissed them. "It was good to see you, Paige." Kyle tried to process what had just happened as he drove them back to his apartment. He had spent hours trying to find a resolution but Paige made one phone call to get an answer. His male pride stung a bit about that. It was a blatant reminder that she had money and resources he only dreamt of having. Kyle was also smart enough to accept the help offered to him when he needed it. "Now that pesky problem is taken care and you can stop worrying," Paige said with a grin. "When the guilty party is stopped and I'm proven in the clear then I'll know it's over," Kyle replied. "You know I took the entire day off of work," Paige whispered to him. "I wonder what I'm going to do if you leave me here all alone." Paige knew she wasn't being fair when she unbuttoned her blouse as she spoke. The silky material slipped off her shoulders to reveal a lacy pink bra. Already she could feel her dark nipples poke through the sheer fabric. Kyle moved behind her and circled her aching nubs with his fingers as he ground his crotch into her ass. Paige moaned as the magic began once more. They lay together later and talked. Topics jumped from their favorite food to politics. Kyle was surprised to find that Paige enjoyed watching sports and she had already figured out he loved the outdoors. Both liked to keep in shape though Paige went to the company gym while Kyle just worked hard every day. He laughed when her stomach growled and she blushed. "I suppose that means I should feed you," Kyle chuckled as he spoke. "What time is it anyway?" Paige asked. "I should get my car before the lot closes and then we can grab dinner." They decided that Kyle would shower while Paige checked for any messages on her machine at home. He just finished drying off when he heard her voice. "No, grandpa, I didn't. Don't worry about me," she told him. "I'm fine. Yes, I'll be careful." Paige hung up her phone and frowned. She didn't know how to interpret what her grandfather just told her. The information he shared didn't fit the man she had spent the weekend with. This Kyle was always gentle and caring with her. "Who was that?" Kyle asked from the doorway. "No one," she said with her head down. "Paige, look at me." He felt the lump in his throat as soon as he saw the doubt in her brown eyes. "Tell me it isn't true," she whispered. Kyle thought nothing could ever hurt him again. He turned and fled to the living room before the walls caved in on him. Fours years without alcohol and he swore he could taste it this very moment. His hands shook as he ran them through his hair. "George did some routine checks..." Paige said from the doorway. "Grandfather thought I should know..." "I'm an alcoholic, Paige," Kyle stated without facing her. "My old man got me started in high school. I sat around and got drunk instead of graduating. His friends let me hang out with them and took me to the bars when I was old enough. Pam worked there and always flirted with me." Paige already hated the way this conversation was going. "I was twenty and she was probably thirty but we went out anyway. She came to her door naked on our first date and invited me in. You don't want to hear the details but I didn't leave for at least a month. That was the morning her husband came home from prison and found us in bed together," Kyle said. He didn't see Paige move closer or hear her gasp at his words. Kyle didn't like to think about that time in his life anymore but now that he started, she deserved to hear it all. "You can about imagine what all was said. I grabbed my jeans while he was screaming at Pam. My intention was to explain I didn't know she was married and back away. He had other ideas and began to beat up on Pam," Kyle continued to speak. "I tried to get him to stop but then he began to hit me and I just reacted. He moved and one of my punches knocked Pam across the room. The neighbors had already called the cops when they heard all the arguing. The first one in the door saw that punch and not much else." Paige felt tears trickling down her face as she tried to picture what Kyle went through back then. She had a loving family where he had anger and violence. It was a struggle to comprehend his life at that time. "I was arrested and sent to prison. It's on my record, yes, and it's never going away. I walked out a sober man and I haven't touched a drop since. No one would give me a job so I started out doing whatever I could on my own. It's taken me years to build my business to where it is now," Kyle said. "You're an amazing man, Kyle." "Didn't you hear anything I just said?" he asked. Kyle spun around to face her and saw the tears. His bitterness over the past crumpled when she held her arms out to him. She held him close as he at last laid the demons from his past to rest. Paige led him back to bed where she curled next to him as he slept, exhausted from the emotions that had haunted him so long. Paige left him a bit later to shower and find a snack. She called a tow truck to get her car and bring it to her at Kyle's place. There was a Chinese menu on the refrigerator that she perused. She ordered dinner to be delivered and then sat back to wait for Kyle to wake up. Her car came and she finished the paperwork just as the driver pulled up with their food. "You've been busy," Kyle remarked. "Oh, you scared me," Paige said as she grinned. "Yeah, I have my car and our food is here." "It smells great. I order from there a lot." "That's what I figured when I saw the menu left out," she replied. "So dig in." "We have to talk about this afternoon, Paige," he told her. "No, Kyle, you told me what happened," she said, "and that's all I need to hear." "If we're to have a relationship—" "Excuse me. We have a relationship now, Kyle, even though it didn't start out like a normal one does. You don't know me well, but I do not spend weekends with strange men." Kyle raised his eyebrow and just waited for her to go on. "Wait, I did that, kind of, with you, but you had already kissed me." He laughed at her uneasiness until she threw her fortune cookie at him. Paige devoured her dinner and sat back in her chair. "I was hungry." "Since I went to the library I'm always hungry," Kyle responded with a smirk. The ringing of a cell phone interrupted them just then. Paige grabbed hers from the counter and saw it was her grandfather again. She handed it to Kyle. "Hello," Kyle answered. "Well, young man, I'm not surprised to hear you," Leo said. "Why is that, Leo?" "My granddaughter has excellent taste," he remarked. "Her instincts have never failed her." "Yet you didn't think I would tell her about my past," Kyle replied. "Would you have?" Leo asked. "Maybe not this weekend, but, of course, I planned on it. I don't share that information to many people and I just met Paige, Leo." "She hasn't been home all weekend, Kyle, and that means it's serious. I know my granddaughter. Now it's in the open and you two can move on." Kyle remained silent since he still wasn't certain of the point of the call. "Tell my granddaughter she has my blessing," Leo said before he hung up. He sat with the phone in his hand and closed his eyes. Kyle felt as if the earth moved when he realized the meaning of those few words. Leo found out about Kyle's record but still approved of Kyle the man. The enormity of it was overwhelming to him. "What did grandpa want this time? Did he have more daggers to throw?" Paige asked. "He said you have his blessing," Kyle told her. Paige looked stunned. Her grandfather was very protective of her and never approved of her dates. Now it appeared that with one meeting he accepted Kyle. She wondered at the turn her life had taken in the last few days. It was several minutes later before either spoke again. "Paige, what happened in my past..." Kyle hesitated, unsure how to go on. "It can stay there," she stated. Kyle smiled and held out his hand to Paige. "Then let's plan our future." "Are you suggesting forever?" Paige asked quietly. "You don't think I caught you to ever let you go, do you?" "I knew the first time I felt your heart so close to mine that our joy would fill the earth and last till the end of time, my love," Paige replied as his lips took hers in a kiss that promised much more.