27 comments/ 63006 views/ 151 favorites Potential By: rosmarina "May you live in interesting times," Anya intoned. "Man, I always get that one!" "In bed," I reminded her saucily. "Speaking of which… Josh's coming over tonight," she giggled. "Read yours!" "You are about to embark on a fabulous adventure." I paused for a beat then added, "In bed." "Well, you are going on a trip tomorrow!" Anya squealed excitedly. "And it's been way too long since you had a man in your bed, mister." The reminder that I hadn't had any dates since Peter left stung a little. "I hardly think that will be a fabulous adventure, little sis," I scoffed. I still couldn't believe my editor Kate had assigned me a sports article. I wrote music reviews and covered the local music scene. I had my own column on political activism on campus. I was a journalist. I did not write for the fucking sports section. "Hmm, something just tells me that this trip is going to be good for you," she replied. "You know, something different, maybe shake you out of your lonely funk." We cleared up together, leaving our fortunes on the table. Maybe. Potential Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. This is the second story. It is a compilation of several real-life conversations and trysts combined into one short story. As the title implies, it is a setup for tales to come, thus there isn't much action, but plenty of foreshadowing. Enjoy. ------ After that first amazing night, Tori and I spent nearly every day with each other for the next two weeks. I had never been this close to any of my previous girlfriends, and I was mildly surprised when I noticed how much time we were spending together. Even with the school year starting up again, neither of us had any trouble working around our schedules. We still went on official 'dates,' but these were never the awkward, "So, what sort of hobbies do you have?" dates that usually occur in the initial phases of relationship. We were instantly comfortable around one another, laughing one minute then talking about deeply personal issues the next. And the physical aspect...we fell right into that with frenzied regularity. In my room, in her room, in my truck, in her car...wherever we could get a moment alone, we were naked and all over each other. The passion of our first encounter was not a one-time deal. But it wasn't sex...everything up to it, but not the final act. Strangely, I never really noticed until almost two months later. This was unusual for me. I'm not a fuck hound, but there had been strain in other relationships when we reached a certain point and one person didn't want to go further. Of course, as the guy, it was usually me, but in my defense I ended a relationship when the girl wanted me to take her virginity and I wasn't ready to be her First. But once again, with Tori it was different. We had never talked about it, and when I brought it up, it was really just thinking out loud about the fact. "Don't worry, we will," she replied, shrugging unconcernedly. "Maybe soon, maybe not. We'll know when it's time. But for right now, could you lick me again?" Of course I obliged, and happily left the subject alone. I returned to her beautiful pussy, craning my neck as I tried to get my tongue as far up into her as a could. We were in a campus parking garage, completely naked in my truck for the second time in as many nights. We were getting into a routine with this; my roommate, an engineering student, and her roommate, a homebody, were always in during the weeknights, so what started out as a desire to find a secluded parking spot and make the best of the situation had eventually turned into a game where we would try parking in different places to see if we would still get away with it. I don't have darkened windows, and she would strip down completely naked; if anyone walked by, they would have been treated with a view of her smoking hot, sweaty body. Tori mentioned this with some concern as I licked, and I only laughed. "It would be his lucky night!" "But what if it's a girl?" "If she's cute, ask if she'd like to join us." I got a light slap on the cheek and an eyeroll, but she was grinning as she pushed my face back into her crotch. I continued licking as I brought my fingers into play, searching for the spots inside her that I was coming to know exceptionally well--where to make her clench, where to make her melt, where to make her cum. "Going parking" was never about intimacy; it was about accomplishing naughtiness in public, and the implied danger added exciting haste. Tori ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned, trying to keep her hips still so my mouth stayed over her clit. Being wedged under the dash on the passenger side certainly restricted my mobility, but I was willing to do just about anything to see this girl naked. Her breathing came faster as my fingers went deeper, curling upward to stroke her g-spot. I was soon rewarded with a gush of fluid and a drawn-out sigh that signaled her release. I lapped all of it up, and started to lick my fingers clean. "Hey, those are for me," she said in mock-sternness, and I watched as she brought my cum-soaked fingers to her mouth, licking them clean as she looked me in the eye. "That's more like it. Okay, big guy, your turn." I unfolded from my position and crawled back to the driver's side, using every opportunity to grope various parts of her body on my way. I was already shirtless and my dick was sticking up from unbuttoned pants (Tori had been giving me road head on the way back from dinner), but apparently this wasn't enough. "I want you completely naked. It's only fair, in case 'that girl' walks by, it should be her lucky night, too." "Do I still get to ask her to join?" "Only if you ask a guy too, also, if he walks by," she shot back with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smile. I laughed and took off my pants, then grabbed her head and forced it down like she'd done to me earlier. I was shocked to find, after our first night together when she gave me the most unbelievable blowjob of my life, that Tori didn't think she was very good at giving head. I deadpanned that we should practice more, not really believing that she could think that way about her skills, but she quickly agreed. I was not about to ruin that by clarifying my sarcasm (though I truly doubt she missed it). Either way, oral quickly became our favorite method of orgasm, though I did discover that she was a huge fan of mutual masturbation. I had never really considered it before, but it was kind of exciting to know she enjoyed watching me, and it was DEFINITELY exciting watching her. But I digress. Watching her head bob up and down, and translating it into the wonderful sensations emanating from my cock, was incredible; I still found myself wondering how this girl who I had fantasized about for so long was now suddenly blowing me; it was like a dream that this goddess who I had put on a pedestal all those months ago now simply could not get enough of my cock. Life is good. Tori understood that I enjoyed taint play, and usually had a hand involved when she couldn't reach it with her mouth. Slowly massaging the nerves down there while cupping the balls always enhanced what she was doing with her mouth, and tonight was no different. I was rapidly getting ready to cum when I felt her hand drift lower. I had not mentioned or really thought of her almost-rim job on that first night, but the question raced acutely to my awareness once again: will she do it? I also briefly pondered what the hell this meant for my sexuality, but pushed the thought out and accepted that I was kinky enough to see what it would be like. I was also curious to see if she was, too. My question was answered almost immediately as she slid her finger into my rectum, and I exploded in her mouth. The sensation was wholly unique, and extremely pleasurable; I felt like I would never stop cumming. Of course the pleasure eventually subsided, though Tori had to bring up her other hand to wipe some of the cum which had escaped her mouth. She removed her exploratory hand and sat back, licking the cum off her fingers. "Was that okay?" she asked with a hopeful expression on her face. Once again I was amazed: here was this incredible girl, exotically beautiful in a way I had never seen before, who just swallowed a gallon of my cum after stroking my prostate, and she was asking me if it was okay? It had nothing to do with insecurity; she genuinely wanted me to have the ultimate pleasure whenever she sucked my dick. I acknowledged that realization at the time, but it would be years before I fully understood the implications. For the moment, however, I struggled to find a way to encourage her to do it again in the future, but at the same time let her know she didn't have to in order to make me happy. "Yeah...oh yeah, that was awesome," was the best I could manage. Awesome. "Good," she said with a giggle as my breathing came under control. She swallowed, and dropped her hand to her lap. I simply looked at her, marveling in the perfect proportions of her body. She had that sexy glow-thing going on, and the cab of my truck smelled like sex. She was looking back at me with a thoughtful expression on her face. "What?" I asked, knowing she had something on her mind. "You really don't care if someone walks by and sees me naked, do you?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, but the mildly surprised tone in her voice needed a response. "No, I don't," I replied matter-of-factly. "I'm not at all concerned that you might be seen, or that I'll be seen, too. Hell, I want to be seen with you," I chuckled. She frowned a little. "That doesn't make you jealous?" I shook my head. "Far from it. Look, I grew up with two sisters, and they were nice enough to explain some of the finer points of girls' perspective on relationships. One thing they both agreed on was that jealous, possessive boyfriends are awful to be with. Protective boyfriends are great, but that's very different from being hypersensitive about other guys checking you out or asking you to dance." "Or in your case, seeing the girl you're dating naked," she said with a wry grin. "Your sisters are right, you know...my last boyfriend was insanely jealous of me hanging out with other guys or seeing other guys check me out. I hated it, and it was one of the major reasons we broke up." I shook my head. Guys can be really fucking stupid about the wrong things. "You'll never, ever get that from me. I take it as a compliment when you get looked over; other guys find my girl attractive, which mean's I've done something right, and beaten them in the most important competition on Earth. You are mine, so I win, and I'm not afraid I'll lose you to somebody else." "Oh really?" she said, leaning forward. "You sound pretty confident for someone who hasn't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet." "Well, you just had your finger up my ass; does that not translate to commitment for you?" She gave me The Look, then composed a very prim expression. "Fine. You put it that way, maybe I won't do it anymore." "Okay, whatever; I'll just do it to you..." I stuck out my pinky and made like I was going to move across the armrest and return the favor here and now, but she quickly fought back and pushed me away. I stopped and watched her tits bounce merrily as she laughed. "It's also because I trust you," I said frankly. "I have no reason not to. I don't worry about you cheating, nor do I have any right to dictate how you dress or who you spend time with. At the end of the day, as long as it's my ass you're sticking a finger up, I don't care what else you do." I said the last part half-jokingly, but it was pretty clear to her I was being serious. She mulled this over. "I guess I've just never heard it that way before." "Seriously? No one's ever used the 'my asshole at the end of the day' line with you before now? Glad I can still manage to be original every once in a while." She hit me on the arm. "Oh, shut up, you know what I meant." "Yes, I did. By the way, have you noticed that you hit me a lot?" "Only when you deserve it." "Fair enough. So, you give me an ultimatum about assplay; I'm sure you realized that, in doing so, it goes both ways, and if I agree, then I get to return the favor?" I furrowed my brow and paused dramatically, feigning internal debate. "Okay, I accept. I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend, and that ass belongs to me." "Oh, baby, it all belongs to you," she said with surprising emotion as she lunged across the cab and kissed me. I was surprised at how much emotion I was feeling, too; I cared for Tori--cared very deeply, actually--and I had my first inkling that this was far more than a crazy fantasy come to life...we were really great together, and this brand-new relationship already had serious potential. I felt stupidly good about it all, and it made me happy to see her happy, especially about something I said. I returned her kiss with equal fervor, marveling at how the course of the conversation had led to this. As if on cue, I heard footsteps approaching the truck. I looked up to see a guy walk by, oblivious to our shenanigans. Despite the sudden emotional turn in our dialogue, an evil thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't resist honking the horn as he passed in front of my truck. He jumped and looked at me, just as Tori recovered from her own surprise and also looked at me. I started chuckling and gestured with my chin toward the guy. Tori looked out and made eye contact with him, her face a perfect imitation of the "deer in the headlights." She looked down at me, bewildered. I smiled broadly back up at her. "You're mine now, baby; I'm not worried about a thing." For a moment the confusion lingered, then her eyes narrowed, twinkling. She pushed herself upright and pulled her silky brown-black hair over her far shoulder, giving the lucky bastard a perfect view of her tits for a couple heartbeats before she nonchalantly sank back down to my chest and continued working on a hickey. The guy stared for a few more seconds, then he looked at me, smiling incredulously and slowly shaking his head. I laughed again as he walked off, still shaking his head, and I looked down at my beautiful new girlfriend, thinking to myself, Too bad, buddy; this girl is mine! Potential Which apparently includes checking out Ethan's ass as he walks away. Just as I was making peace with my new-found ogling tendency around Ethan I saw him greet a young woman dressed-out for the track in UW colors. I heard Ethan say, "Hey baby doll!" as he pulled her into a big bear hug. He lifted her off her feet easily. She planted a kiss on his cheek and I watched covertly as they conversed in whispers, their heads bent intimately together. There's one checkmark in the straight column. But the bedroom eyes he flashed me at the gas station definitely puts a checkmark in the gay column. The verdict is still out… Potential It was stupid, inane and I should have ignored it. I should have walked away knowing I was the better man but I just couldn't. There was this coldness that settled into my shoulders and the back of my neck, an icy stiffness that tightened my chest and this time I just couldn't let it go. I stomped right past the first guy and swung at the one who called Ethan a faggot. My knuckles glanced off his chin and it hurt like hell. I'd never punched anyone before and though I knew it would hurt and thought I was prepared for it, I wasn't. While I clutched my aching right fist to my stomach in pain the two guys began shouting. "What the hell, man? What the fuck?" "Oh shit, Mike! He clocked you!" Mike, the one I hit, got in my face. "What the hell was that for, you asshole?" He shoved me, hard in the shoulders, and I stumbled back. I could feel all the frustration, humiliation and self-loathing I'd locked away since leaving Forks high school and Bobby Patterson behind. I scrambled to my feet. "Don't you ever fucking talk about Ethan!" I hissed at him, shoving him away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other guy hanging back. It seemed like he didn't want to get involved in the altercation. For that I was grateful, but in the moment I took to check his position I had let down my guard. "Keep your hands off me, fucker!" Mike stepped up again and this time he jabbed me twice with his fist. The first hit cuffed me in the temple, whipping my head around to the right. The second hit landed in my gut. The air whooshed out of me with a grunt and I fell forward, catching myself roughly on my palms. A hand grabbed the collar of my shirt and I heard the fabric rip as Mike shook me. "And stay the fuck down this time, you crazy bastard!" I was extremely lucky that neither of them were really much like Bobby Patterson after all. There's no way Bobby would have walked away while I was on the ground without at least a parting kick to the ribs. Potentially Presidential Pussy Seeing her on TV and in the newspaper on a daily basis, I couldn't help but fondly recall how many times we'd managed to pull off a rendezvous without ever getting caught. It hadn't been easy and there had been a time when she'd wondered why she was even bothering to be so discreet when her husband obviously wasn't being as careful. Of course, in the meantime, with all she had achieved, I was sure she was glad that she had been careful. I could probably derail her campaign with a few well placed phone calls if I wanted to, but we were still on very good terms even though we hadn't spent time together in quite a while. I still found her attractive and had no trouble mentally undressing her as I watched her nightly sound bites. I found myself hearkening back to a time, many years ago, when we'd found ourselves with one of those rare opportunities for a relished tryst. I had been in the hotel room barely long enough to hang up my suit jacket when there was a knock at the door. I knew who it was, so there was no point in looking through the peephole. With both of our schedules so tight, we had to make the most of the little time we had together, so I knew she'd be arriving close behind me. I opened the door and she slipped in. We were in each other's arms before the door clicked shut. Today was one of those rare occasions when we were in the same city at the same time. Since this happened so infrequently, we always made sure we found time to be together, no matter how much schedule wrangling it required. Because she and her husband were very public figures, however, we had to be extremely discreet. The end result was always worth the extra effort, though. Our lips had barely touched before our hands were undoing each other's buttons. As our tongues greeted each other, she was unbuttoning the front of my shirt and loosening my tie. Meanwhile, my hands were unfastening the buttons that ran down the back of her blouse, her blue blazer already lying in a heap on the floor behind her. My shirt and tie and her blouse soon joined her blazer on the floor. I immediately went for the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with their hard nipples pointing at me. I leaned down to suck each one as I fondled her breasts, feeling her hands running over my back and pulling my t-shirt off. Before I straightened up to allow her to completely remove it, I unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She kissed my bare chest as she worked on my belt and zipper, sending my slacks down as well. We stood before each other amidst a heap of clothes, she in a half slip and, I presumed, panties and I in only my boxer briefs, which did nothing to conceal my bulging cock. Knowing that we each had a full day's schedule ahead of us, we had to be careful with our clothes. We took a minute to pick up our things and neatly lay them out on the nearby furniture. Appearing in public full of wrinkles would lead to speculation and rumors and neither of us wanted to jeopardize what we had. Though it may have appeared anal retentive and a waste of precious time, it was necessary. As she was finishing, I stepped up behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts, pushing my throbbing cock against her ass and nuzzling her neck. "Mmmm," she moaned softly, "As much as I'd love to spend the day doing this, I'd rather spend what little time we have cumming, not cuddling." She was a take charge woman, as everyone seemed to know. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up from behind, carrying her over to the king-sized bed. I set her down on her feet and she walked toward the head of the bed, wiggling her ass enticingly. She stopped and leaned on the headboard, sticking her ass out and looking over her shoulder for my reaction. I crawled up the bed, stopping behind her where I lifted her half-slip up over her ass. I was greeted by an erotic sight -- her lovely ass bare except for the thong running up between her cheeks. If the world only knew that she was sporting thong panties beneath her conservative attire. I leaned up and bit her left cheek as one of my hands snuck between her legs to feel the narrow patch of material soaked with her juices. Returning my hands to her hips, I slid her half-slip and thong panties down and tossed them aside. Instead of burying my face between her cheeks to slurp her juicy pussy, I flopped onto my back between her legs and looked up expectantly. She caught my drift immediately and, without a word, lowered her pussy to my waiting face. Her dark blonde bush was neatly groomed -- it had to be for those thong panties. She released the headboard and dropped both hands to my head to hold me against her crotch. I slurped up as much of her juices as I could before focusing on sucking her clit. She cried out and I felt her grip on my head tighten. She was rocking her hips against my face as I slipped two fingers into her and began pumping them in and out. I was alternating between sucking on her clit, swirling my tongue around it and lapping at it and she was loving it. Her moans were getting shorter and closer together and the pace of her hip gyrations increased. Suddenly she stopped moving altogether and tensed up as a long, low groan filled the air. My face was drenched with a fresh flow of juices, which I eagerly lapped up. My pumping fingers were absolutely coated with her slippery fluids now, so I slipped them out of her pussy and inserted one into her ass instead. This resulted in a cry and she began to shudder above me. I held my finger in place and continued to lap at her clit until she relaxed. She let go of my head and was supporting herself against the headboard. I slipped my digit out of her ass and looked up at her. She blinked a couple of times as if clearing her head, then smiled down at me. She pushed off the wall and swung her leg over me then positioned herself next to me on all fours facing the foot of the bed. I pushed my boxer briefs down, allowing my raging hard-on to spring free, and got on my knees behind her. Slipping easily into her well-lubed hole, I pushed all the way in and grasped her hips. I got a good rhythm going, pulling almost all the way our then plunging in as deep as I could, then released her hips and reached forward to fondle her dangling breasts. I felt the weight of each of them in my hands and pulled gently on her nipples. Meanwhile, she had her face pressed against the bedspread and her left hand was busy working on her clit as I fucked her from behind. When I felt her pushing back hard against me, I returned to an upright position and took hold of her hips again. I started pushing against her as hard as she was me, my hips slapping against her ass. Her slippery pussy felt so good on my cock, squeezing it just so, and I felt the pleasure building in my groin area. Suddenly, I felt her pussy convulsing around me, pumping my cock, as she let out little panting cries. I didn't think it was possible, but her pussy seemed to get even more slippery. When her pussy stopped convulsing, she stopped pushing back against me and pulled away from me until I popped out of her. She turned around on her knees and pushed me back on the bed. Crawling between my legs, she grasped my cock and leaned down to lick all of her juices off of it before plunging it into her hot mouth. She was an expert cocksucker, there was no doubt, as one hand pumped the base of my cock and the other fondled my balls while her mouth, squeezing just right, slid up and down my shaft. I loved watching her suck my cock, partly because the pleasure was increased by seeing it sliding between her lips and partly because when you saw her on TV or in public, she came across as sort of prim and proper, so it was almost like getting a blowjob from a librarian or the preacher's wife. I ran my fingers through her dark blonde hair and she smiled up at me around my cock. I had been very close to cumming while I was fucking her, so it didn't take very long to get back to the verge. I held back, enjoying the overall sensation and the view for as long as I could. The pleasure kept building and building until I exploded like a cannon into her waiting mouth. She kept sucking, pulling every drop out of me, and swallowed every bit before letting my limp cock drop out of her mouth and raising her head. She reached up and grabbed my arm, turning it to look at my watch. "Couple more minutes before I need to get dressed," she mumbled, crawling up to snuggle next to me. My arm went around her shoulders and she draped hers across my chest. I looked down her naked form, not knowing when I'd get another chance to do so. She reached down and toyed with my cock, apparently thinking the same thing. After a few moments, we reluctantly got up and cleaned ourselves up before pulling our clothes back on. We checked each other out to make sure we hadn't missed anything and made out briefly before she put on her lipstick. We couldn't leave together, so I gave her another kiss and we exchanged longing looks before she said, "Until next time..." I responded with, "Goodbye, Hillary," and she slipped out the door.