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No Tofu

By: ChicosTodos



When my dear friend Bok called me and said he had big news for our next coffee date, I had a pretty good guess at what it was. He would probably tell me that things were official with Corey, the guy he'd been seeing for the last couple of months. What I didn't expect was how the news would affect me.

"Oh my God, Arnold, I can't get enough of his body. In the morning, it's like...we don't even want to get out of bed!" Bok exclaims, grabbing my hand.

We've been talking for over an hour at the neighbourhood coffee shop. Well, mostly him talking...no, gushing about how sexy and kind and hilarious and perfect Corey is. Looking at my close friend, who I've known for over half my life, I'm torn between two responses. I can say, "Young love..." with a wistful sigh and a roll of the eyes. Or, I can make up some fancy bedtime story involving Mason, my partner.

"And then you end up wearing yesterday's pants to work, and hope nobody notices??" I suggest. That wasn't a lie; I actually did that, years ago, after a wild bar night with my man.

"You're a much better employee than me!" 

Bok is laughing. Then in a conspiratorial voice, he adds, "I've been calling in sick. I say I have bad allergies."

I'm actually really happy for Bok. Corey is such a solid guy: cute, business-minded but knows how to crack a joke. I'd date him in a heartbeat if I didn't have my Mason. And the guy couldn't have come into Bok's life at a better time.

Bok had gotten to the point where he was sick of being single. He never had a boyfriend, just hookups. He had been totally fine with that, until he started seeing his "buddies" going steady, "All of them!" he told me emphatically. Maybe it's because we're getting older, and we've all bought into the myth of settling down. For Bok, though, it was also personal: why was it never him? Why didn't anyone ever want something serious with him?

Suddenly, every time someone wrote, "I'm not into Asians" on one of those insane dating apps, Bok replied with "SEXUAL RACIST" and sent an army of links to prove his point. He was damn righteous. I don't blame him; I'm Taiwanese by birth, and I know what's it like to be written off in a second just because of my colour, or my last name, or the slant of my eyes. Before Mason...I refer to that time as the Dark Ages.

Bok had one strategy against the bullshit: when life got tough, he got tougher. That's why I love him, and he truly inspires me. When guy after guy told him they weren't into his 'look', Bok got serious about fitness. He was never really out of shape, but he relied on the Asian twink angle until age and his weakness for chocolate cake caught up with him. Then, one day last year, he got up and changed his lifestyle. We started having dinner at his place rather than going out all the time. He counted grams of sugar and weighted reps every day. Finally, Bok got abs.

And STILL the boys only wanted to be "buddies". 

Then Bok had to go to his cousin's wedding. The poor guy really didn't want to go, because he knew he would be surrounded by couples. And, it was a June wedding and the only suit he had was 100% wool. But he went because it was family. And one of his cousin's gay, handsome, accomplished, funny, and SINGLE coworkers just happened to be Corey. End of story. Or, beginning of happily ever after.

So I'm actually really happy for Bok. And I'm so happy they're crazy in love. But did I have the heart to tell him what would happen six years down the line? What your sex life becomes, even when you're with the man of your absolute dreams?

Bok is staring at his phone with a smile. I may as well be wallpaper.

"Gurl, is it okay if we call it a night?" he asks, half sheepish, half ecstatic.

"Ugh, go put that dick back in your mouth," I sigh, getting up from the table. We hug goodbye, and then I swear the guy is bunny-hopping to meet Corey.

And then I'm by myself in the busy coffee shop. Of course, I'm never really alone. I have Mason. My darling Mason.

It used to be fucking sexy Mason. It still is. Whenever I remember it, I thank the powers that be for bringing him into my life. Not just because he's amazing on so many counts, but because I don't have to bother with the craziness that is the dating scene. 

So how did it come to this?

I love Mason. There's not even a shadow of a doubt. He's the one. But...lately we'd rather cuddle and fall asleep than get clean, dig out the toys from the closet, and go through the whole she-bang.

It's 7-ish as I head back to our condo. Dinnertime. I don't feel like making something from scratch, and I know Mason didn't get up from his desk and make something either. True, I didn't call and ask him to, but it would be nice if just once, he'd take the initiative...

"Now, now, Arnie..." I remind myself what a catch Mason is.

I can honestly say that my man has only gotten hotter with age. Before he met me, Mason used to be fat (his words, not mine). Through his work as a freelance photographer, he met a client one time who was hardcore into Crossfit, and next thing you know Mason was swinging kettlebells and doing as many reps as possible. By the time I met him, he looked like an Olympic marathon runner with the best abs I'd ever seen. 

He's never stopped, and now he has his fitness buddies who are all about trying the latest workout trend. I think, in his head, Mason never wants to go back to being fat again, and so he works his perfectly toned ass off to keep himself in his slim and ripped state. I swear in all the six years we've been together, he has never had more than 10% body fat on him.

He pushes me to be more fit too, which is good, but I'm nowhere near as hardcore as he is. I do three workouts a week with him, and I'm good. Mason does six days. I wish I had his discipline.

I can talk about his body and his discipline all day. And anytime I bring Mason to a work function, a few coworkers would always remind me how lucky I am. Don't even get me started on his tattoos...his half-sleeves, and the design between his collarbone and his pecs...oof.

But there's so much more to him than that. He's creative and hardworking. As a freelance photographer, he does a mix of corporate, fashion, and wedding work, depending on the season. His hours are all over the place: sometimes he'll be at a client's office for hours, then come home and work some more at his desk. And with his workout schedule, social life, and date stuff with me, he's always busy.

I'm so proud of him though. I'm so impressed he managed to turn his passion into his career. Being a freelancer, there is that constant question, "What's the next job?" but that's where I come in with my boring but dependable data analyst job. It's not so bad: I don't actually hate it, but I just have no interest doing my boss' job or moving up in another department. I think I figured out that my passion in life isn't my work, but my life with Mason.

A life that has been sexless for almost three months.

I hadn't really thought about it until Bok went on and on about how amazing his sex life was. And then I remembered how it was when Mason and I first started dating. Then I realized it wasn't like that anymore.

"What the hell happened?" I wonder out loud.

Have things gotten too familiar now? We can finish each other's sentences. We don't even have to speak sometimes, just share a glance and bam, there's the entire conversation and decision all wrapped up. Has it all gotten too routine? Are we missing excitement?

We used to roleplay or get creative when we had sex. Mason would write out little scripts, and I'd get really into it. Now...I guess we just think it's too silly, pretending to be these sexed-up roles. And we know exactly what gets us off, so why not just get straight to it?

I picture Mason naked. Do I still want to have sex with him? Absolutely. Does he still want to have sex with me? I think so. I still look pretty good for my age. Maybe that's the issue? Is he not as attracted to me as before? I should talk to him.

"I'm home!" I holler, closing the front door behind me.

"Hey babe!" Mason calls back. Yep, still at his desk, deep in Photoshop. No sign of dinner on the kitchen table.

I can't order takeout because we just had it yesterday; Mason used his cheat day already. If it were up to him, we'd have protein shakes, cold cuts and salads six nights a week.

I take a deep breath and exhale. Now, now, Arnie...

"So?" Mason asks from the office.

"So?" I ask back.

"So...how's Bok?"

"He's good," I reply, looking through the fridge. "He's crazy in love with Corey." I can do pan-fried minced pork with tofu, if I had any tofu.

"Aww, so sweet," Mason teases. "They'll be just like us."

I smirk.

"I need to head out again," I announce. "We need tofu for dinner." Then I decide egg tofu would be better.

"You sure?" he asks. He sounds concerned, but please note that he still hasn't gotten up from his desk to kiss me hello yet.

I sigh dramatically in response.

"Why didn't you text me to get it? I was back at 4."

'Then why didn't you think of it yourself?' I mouth silently.

"I didn't want to disturb you. I know you've been really busy with this client," I say out loud.

"Yeah..." he trails off, probably focusing on a tricky edit.

As I put on my shoes, again, I add a few more items to my mental groceries list. One of us has to plan out the week. 

Just before I open the front door, the artist decides to make an appearance. He's wearing that tight ribbed grey tank top. Damn it. He's gonna remind me to get quinoa and egg whites, unless we have enough.

Walking right up to me, Mason plants a big kiss on my lips. Then he stands there and smiles.

"Want me to go down?"

"No," I shake my head, tickled by a rush of warmth. "Go back to work."

But he stays standing there, holding my arms.

"Do you want something?"

"Quinoa and egg whites?" That mischievous smirk I love and sometimes hate. "I'll love you forever."

I chuckle and head out the door. "Called it."

When I get out of the elevator, I feel butterflies in my stomach. It's been forever since I've felt butterflies for...anything. I look at my phone. Quarter to 8. It's gonna be a later night than I wanted.

So, I'm at the supermarket and I'm heading towards the tofu rack quicker than usual. In my head, I'm already thinking about how to make this the best tofu dish I've ever served Mason. I might even look up a sauce from scratch. It's gonna be an amazing dinner, because I'm gonna make it exciting. It's gonna be new, it's gonna be fresh...

They have no tofu. Not even just the egg tofu, but any tofu. Nothing.

I grab the packets that are there. They have tempeh and seitan. They have fucking seitan. I don't know how to make seitan. I only know how to make tofu. Pan-fried egg tofu with minced pork and an amazing sauce...

"Excuse me?" I call out to the female employee stocking the almond and soy milk fridge. "Do you have any tofu? Or egg..."

"Whatever's there," she answers as if she's an automaton.

I stare at the empty rack where the Japanese egg tofu always is. How many times have I passed by them before? Maybe nobody bought them and they all got expired and binned. I missed my chance. I let it go to waste.

It's only when the stock girl walks away from me with an awkward back glance that I realize I'm sobbing. I feel like I've just lost the World Cup. There were other things I was supposed to get but it's all useless now. I failed. Mason probably won't have sex with me.

I take out my phone. I call Mason but I don't know what to do about dinner. I don't know what went wrong.

"What the hell happened??" I ask myself shakily.

He picks up. "Did you get distracted by the ice cream special?" he inquires cheekily.

I suck in a big breath of air, trying to calm myself. Then I say, "They don't have tofu."

"Oh," he notes. "What about egg tofu?"

"They don't have anything!" I blurt out loudly.

"Oh." I can hear that switch flip inside Mason's head. "Okay babe, well..." 

"They have fucking seitan. What the hell am I supposed to do with seitan?!"

"Nothing. Don't worry about the seitan. It's okay, Arnie..."

"No, Mason, it's not!" I sob. "I can't make dinner. I don't have any idea what to do! I..."

"Arnie, listen to me, babe."

Deep breaths, Arnie, c'mon. You can do it. 

"There you go. Deep breaths."

You got all his attention now. He's probably walking around in a circle in the kitchen.

"Babe, how 'bout this? Forget about the groceries. Just come back home, and I'll take care of it."

"But how?! You already used your cheat day!"

"Don't worry about that," he soothes. "Screw cheat day. Just come back home, okay?"

I'm not sure whether I want to cry it all out, or if I want to push it down and stop making a scene.

"Here, I'll come get you. Do you want me to come get you?" Mason inquires.

"No! No, that's silly," I chide. "I can make it home myself," I assert, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand.

"Good. I'll see you soon, okay?"

So, after composing myself a bit better, I walk out of the supermarket empty-handed. I never do that and it feels weird.

When I finally make it back home and open the front door, I smell pizza and my stomach growls.

"You wanted pizza?" I ask incredulously, as I watch Mason set up the kitchen table with plates and drinks.

"I thought you'd want it," he replies with a smile, looking at me for confirmation.

I do. I really do want it.

He got a Supreme and a Hawaiian. I know exactly nobody who likes Hawaiian; the pineapple makes me feel healthier.

After we both scarf down a few slices, Mason says, "So...maybe that chef show did a tofu dish this week."

I don't get it till after I swallow my mouthful. He grins as I laugh out loud.

"Oh God, that Martha Stewart wannabe? She would."

Mason's hand slides over mine.

"She'd get all her viewers to Instagram their own delightful twist to the dish too..."

He looks at me calmly, and asks, "What's up, babe?"

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

"Nothing. I was just being a drama queen."

He leans forward and waits silently.

"I...really, Mason?" 

I give him my 'are you sure you wanna do this?' look. He nods.

"Okay, here goes." 

I look down at my plate. 

"We haven't had sex in three months."

"Yeah, I know," he concedes, a tinge of defeat in his tone. "I'm sorry. This fashion job..."

"No, it's fine," I sigh. "It was Bok. He went on and on about sex with Corey. It just got me thinking back to when we started dating."

Mason thinks for a moment, reminiscing like I am, maybe.

"Wanna do it tonight?" he suggests. Then he pulls out that naughty smirk.

Suddenly, I don't feel so hungry anymore. We quickly clean up dinner. I feel a little like a kid on Christmas morning.

"The whole she-bang?" I ask Mason while rushing through the dishes.

"Anything you want," he croons. Then he slaps my ass.

We end up in the bedroom, giggling. It's there; it's back. That tingly, stomach-swimming sensation I felt on our first date. Thank God.

That first night, after spending five hours making each other laugh from the restaurant to the ice cream shop to the park, Mason came over to my old apartment. The sex was so incredible that I knew I wasn't gonna let him get away.

Our clothes come off in a hurry, and I whine when I feel his hot erection on my abs. He cups my ass and spreads apart the cheeks. We're both clearly hungry for more than pepperoni now.

I want to do it all: keep kissing, move on to licking his half-sleeves, go down to his nipples and take hearty bites, run the tip of my tongue down his ridged abs while he shivers, take all his cock in my mouth and milk the cum out of it. But I need to get clean, and I might as well do it now so that Mason doesn't have to maintain his erection like a porn star later.

He doesn't let me go when I try to go to the bathroom.

"I need to get clean."

He's too busy kissing down my chest to care.

"I'll be right back. The toys are in the big black bag."

He groans as I successfully pull away. I go to the closet and rummage for a special item, then sprint to the bathroom as Mason looks on in naked amusement. Once I close the door behind me, I groan as well.

I hate taking an enema. It takes me forever to get clean with the squeeze bottle. I have to void myself at least twice, usually more, to really get the job done. Mason isn't actually anal (ha!) about me taking an enema, but when I'm up for going through the hassle, I prefer to be totally clean for him.

It takes several trips to the toilet before I get all the solution in and out of me. When I'm finally all cleaned up, I lube my hole, then slip on my special item: a new designer jockstrap. I fully expect to do a Beyoncé-style naughty dance on my man, go all booty on him.

But when I get back to our bed, I find Mason not stroking his thick dick, or opening up himself with a dildo. No, he's just passed out.

"Mason?"

I gently shake his shoulders, which makes him turn to his side and snuggle up to the covers.

"Seriously?" 

I get all clean and lubed up, and put on my new sexy jock, all for nothing. Who knew it would be so hard to get the love of my life to fuck me?

I cast my eyes on his prone figure. He usually sleeps in his jammies, so at least I'm getting eye candy out of this. It's moments like now when I'm especially grateful for Mason's hard work in the kitchen and at the gym.

I run my hands from his sinewy back to his rippling obliques, then around his deliciously firm buns, and finally along his fuzzy perineum to his soft scrotum.

"Goodnight, Masey," I whisper, shutting off the nightstand lamp. Then I spoon myself behind my lover's sleeping body.

My pre-sleep ritual kicks in: I run down the list of things I plan to do tomorrow. Aside from all the work stuff, we're going to the gym after work, and then I really need to get groceries. Maybe I'll try to get into his pants again before bedtime. Yeah, definitely that.

One thing's for sure: I'll never get tired of cuddling with Mason.

-

At some point in the night, I open my eyes and find myself in a Roman spa. I'm getting a back massage and foot rub from young nubile men in semi-sheer togas. The one working on my back is cleansing my soul of all its filth with his strong hands, and the delirious mixture of pain and relief has me calling out in heat.

"Oh FUCK...oh my God..."

He leans in and hisses, "You're gonna be my little whore tonight."

He sounds exactly like Mason. I jolt awake and turn around.

"What the?!"

"Whoa, babe!!" Mason exclaims with a laugh.

I'm back in my bedroom. The nightstand lamp is on. 

"What...what were you doing??"

"I was giving you a backrub," he answers, still surprised at how I almost jumped out of the bed. 

"You were?"

"Yeah. I'm awesome like that."

"Oh."

He's staring at my two-tone jockstrap now.

"Did you..." I begin hesitantly.

"What?" he questions, eager to touch the stretchy fabric.

"Did you whisper something in my ear?"

Mason's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, that." 

His fingers find their way under the waistband. 

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that," I emphasize, slowly pushing the jockstrap down.

"So you did like it."

I play coy and look away.

"You like being my little whore."

Oh fuck. We haven't done dirty talk in a long time. It just got silly, and Mason took it so far, he'd end up making me doubled over in laughter. 

But now, it's REALLY making me want to jump my man.

"Masey..." I whine salaciously.

"Turn around," Mason orders.

My face betrays my delighted surprise. "But I wanna..."

"Turn around," he asserts, firmer.

"Yessir," I surrender. As soon as I rotate over, Mason snakes his inked arms around my torso, squeezing me tightly.


No Tofu



"Is my little whore hungry for cock?" he mutters from behind.

"Mason..." It's turning me on, but I still feel a little embarrassed to jump in.

"Don't play innocent," my lover chides. His hands find their way to my nipple and my balls.

I finally get up the guts to blurt, "Then fuck me."

"What's that?"

"I said fuck me. Gimme what you got."

Mason moves into position to spoon-fuck me. "You wanna take it like a slut, yeah? Ooh, you're lubed up already..."

There's a soft slicking sound, and then I feel him at my back door.

He pushes in and I grip his hand on my hip. It hurts more than it used to, probably because I haven't been stretched out by him in so long.

"Shit, you're so tight..." he croaks.

"Slowly..." I breathe.

He hits the sensitive spot, the curve of my canal. I hiss, then bend my body to take him at a better angle.

"There you go...yeah..." Mason encourages.

When I feel enough of his prick inside me, I start rocking back and forward slowly on the shaft.

Finally, we're doing it.

"Oh Masey..." I murmur, trying to get past the pain and towards the pleasure.

He gives me a few minutes to adjust, but I can tell he's itching to go. Eventually his dick slides into me all nice and smoothly, and I say, "Okay." 

Mason instantly gets down to thrusting. My bum smacks against his pelvic bone with every impale.

"Oh yes!"

"Yeah...that's it..." he mutters, controlling the angle and speed he's taking me.

"Fuck me, Mason!"

"Ohh yeah, babe, I'm taking that ass..."

I can smell the sweat emanating from his tight muscles. As I tilt my head back, he moves his head in and we make out.

The next thing I know, we're kneeling on the bed doggie-style. He grips my shoulders and pounds into me hard, making me holler.

"Oh YEAH! Give it all to me!!"

I cling onto the bed frame as he stabs his thick, uncut dick over and over into my rectum. I can't get enough of being taken like a bitch by my soulmate.

"God yes!! More more more!!"

"Ohh yeah...take the cock!!"

We keep going and it's so good. All our pent-up passion comes out with every push and yell and fleshy slap.

Just as we get a good rhythm going, Mason takes it to the next level. He gets up onto his feet and drills down from a steep angle. We both moan loudly, bouncing on the mattress. 

His balls are slapping against my taint. I push my face down onto the pillow and unleash my Mariah whistle notes.

"Yeah, babe, you like it!"

"Masey!" I squeak. "Oh Masey!!"

Drops of his sweat land on my slanted back. He's going at it tirelessly, showing off his gym-honed stamina, reducing me to a high-pitched mess with every slam. I'm pretty sure I'm going to experience a whole new level of soreness come morning.

"Babe, I can't!!" Mason suddenly shouts. "I'm gonna!!"

"On my face!" I order. "All over my face!"

"Arrrghh!!" He pulls out of me and I flip around onto my back. His hot semen rains down on me, down my neck at first, until his jacking hand points the tip right at my face.

I take the greasy blasts with glee, eyes closed, mouth wide open and tongue outstretched.

"Fuck!!" he grunts. "Oh fuck..."

The layer of goo covering my face feels warm and thick. With my tongue, I catch as many of the runny loads as I can.

Finally, when he's done pelting me with jizz, I look up and see his sweaty, relieved grin. Then I look down at his softening, dripping penis.

"FUUCK!!" he exclaims as I take it into my mouth to clean it off. Oh, how I love the taste of his juice. It's so savoury, the texture so slick and creamy. If I had my way (and Mason would argue that I usually have my way), I'd get daily feedings from this fat and juicy cock.

As I release his fucked prick from my mouth, I gaze up at Mason's chiselled, slender torso, panning my view up to his sexy bearded face.

Life just doesn't get better than this.

"Your turn, cumface," he says, sitting down on the bed. His hand is already on my dick, and he's giving me that amazing twisting stroke. I lean back and let out a raspy groan.

"Look at me."

Yessir. Mason moves in and licks up his slippery seed from my chin. Then he spits it into my mouth and kisses me hard. 

Our dueling lips, the scent of our heated bodies, his pungent taste, and his gripping palm lift me to orgasm.

"I love you!" I call out.

My cum flies everywhere, splatting against his chin, then down the rest of his body, then running over his milking hand. As I convulse uncontrollably, he keeps going.

"Masey stop!" I screech.

A few more tortuous jerks and he finally lets me go. I moan and tumble into his embrace. Gradually, as he caresses my back, my breathing returns to normal. We're soaked in each other's cum.

"That's a good little whore," he soothes.

"Hey!" I protest.

"What? You like being my little whore," he insists. The nerve!

"Then what are you?" I question. 

Mason thinks for a second.

"I'm your sexy hunk, of course."

"Nuh-uh," I correct. "You're my bitch."

He scoffs, "I don't think so."

"Oh yes you are. If I'm your little whore, then you're my bitch," I declare, rubbing my jizz into his inked chest.

"...why can't I be your sexy john?" he asks, grabbing a box of wet naps.

"Why do you want me to be your whore?" I follow, wiping down my face and my crotch.

"It's hot."

"Is it?" I give him an uncertain look.

He throws away a ball of used napkins, then flips me onto my back.

"Mason, I'm serious!" I exclaim, my legs on his shoulder.

"Serious about what?"

My eyes avoid his as I whisper, "Am I still hot to you?"

He stays staring at me: still, piercing. Then he takes my hand and guides it to his erection.

Oh God. Twice in one night.

When he enters me a second time, there is no pain, only the sweetest ache. I hang on to his back as he makes love to me: deeply, gently, lovingly.

*****

Hope you enjoyed that piece! There's more relationship-focused pieces on the way. I'd love to hear your feedback on what turned you on, and what you'd like to see in my next story. Also, check out my Biography page for exclusive material from my Mechanic series.



No Touching



I'll post the naughty fic I was working on based on this situation. Don't know if I'll finish or not. I may, just because. Not out of wishful-thinking, though. Just as a story finishing thing. (Unfinished tales annoy me.)

* * * * *

It all started with a game of High-Low. 

Kathleen lay quietly beneath the covers, eyes open in the dark, readying herself for the surreptitious touching she knew would come. It had the past few times she'd stayed with her cousin, Marie. 

This time, it was going to be different.

****

The first time began with the two surrounded by a case of shooters and eight bottles of green apple Schmirnoff. Kathleen and Marie were flipping through a deck of cards, trying to guess whether the next card would be higher or lower in value. If wrong, a shot of booze was the price. They laughed themselves drunker and sillier as the night went on.

Nineteen shooters apiece of some quasi-Sex on the Beach later, the two were quite drunk. Marie headed to take a shower, and Kathleen followed. They'd often done this — one would shower while the other sat on the floor or the toilet and talked. Then they'd swap.

Marie stripped, jokingly shaking her double-D breasts at Kathleen. Kathleen waved the curvy dark-skinned brunette into the shower. Marie sang loudly as she washed her hair. 

Then she invited Kathleen into the shower, joking, "We did this enough when we were little. And it's not like I haven't seen it before."

The booze made that statement seem quite logical, so Kathleen climbed in. She stretched as she washed her short red hair, and Marie stood on the other end of the shower. 

"Ah'm dwunk," Marie announced solemnly. "And dizzy." 

Kathleen laughed. 

"Me toooooo."

"I can't stand up."

Kathleen began to snicker uncontrollably as Marie slipped to the bottom of the tub, her dark skin in contrast to the ivory bathtub.

"Get up," she said. "You're silly."

"I caaaan't," Marie wailed.

"Yes you can. You told me earlier you can act drunker than you are. Now get out."

Marie rolled over, flailing an arm over the side of the tub, then tried to get up on her knees. She promptly sank back down. 

"I can't get out," she said, half-crying.

Kathleen snickered again, groping for Marie's arm so she could pull.

"Just roll over the side. Come onnnn."

Marie tried once more, and flopped over onto the rug next to the tub. 

"Yaaaaaaaay!" Kathleen cheered drunkenly.

The two of them stumbled to Marie's bedroom and fell into bed, both still nude. 

Kathleen drifted to sleep relatively quickly.

****

As before, the touch came on her breast, first. Slight caress in the dark, seemingly waiting to see if Kathleen would protest. Kathleen scowled in the dark, angry that her nipples hardened in response. Then a harder squeeze.

Kathleen breathed harder, aroused in spite of herself, but with an undercurrent of disgust. Disgust at herself that she responded that way to her cousin, and disgust at being reminded of the feelings from the sexual abuse they'd both suffered when they were younger.

Marie's hand drifted up beneath the gray tanktop Kathleen wore, dragging soft fingers across her stomach and up to her breasts. Quick hands pulled the front of Kathleen's shirt behind her head, leaving her ivory-skinned C-cup breasts bare. Marie's mouth latched onto Kathleen's nipple, then sucked hard. 

The wetness gathered between Kathleen's legs. She held tight to the items in her hands as she willed herself not to respond. A whimper of need escaped her when Marie bit her nipple. 

But the need stopped when Kathleen felt Marie's fingers slide up her thigh inside her shorts and find her wet center. Then the anger came back. 

"Not again," she thought.

****

Kathleen awoke with a start to feel Marie's hand resting on her breast. 

She didn't particularly react, as Marie had jokingly "honked" her breast before.

But this time was different. 

Marie's hand slowly began to squeeze and caress Kathleen's breast. 

Newly responsive, thanks to having made love with her boyfriend for the first time earlier that year, Kathleen found herself getting wet. When Marie tweaked Kathleen's nipple between her fingers, she moaned. 

Kathleen felt Marie lean over, then, and take her breast in her mouth. 

"Oooooh," Kathleen moaned.

Silently, Marie reached across and began caressing Kathleen's other breast while continuing to suckle the other. Kathleen began writhing in need, feeling herself get hotter and wetter, and Marie soon answered that need. 

Her fingers plunged into Kathleen's core and began pumping. 

Kathleen's mind split, torn between the raging hunger and the tabboo of doing this with her cousin. Marie's mouth moving up to Kathleen's silenced her guilt. 

She kissed back hungrily. Kathleen felt Marie catch her tongue and suck on it. 

Violently turned on, Kathleen fumbled to find Marie's pussy with her fingers. She slid her fingers in, wondering at the feel of another girl's wetness on her fingers.

****

When Marie straddled her, Kathleen jumped into action. With a quick push on Marie's shoulders and a shove with her strong legs, she rolled Marie over onto her back. With a quick move, Kathleen wrapped the scarf she held in one hand around one of Marie's hand and tied it to the bedpost. Then she tied the other hand.

She reached out and flicked on Marie's bedside lamp. Once Kathleen knew Marie was tightly secured, Kathleen got up and turned on the overhead light. 

"No," Kathleen said, her green eyes glinting in anger as she stared down at Marie.

Climbing off, Kathleen went to her suitcase and grabbed the riding crop she'd hidden in there. Pacing nude around the bed, she looked down at Marie. A quick movement and the crop slapped down on the pillow next to Marie's head.

Marie flinched. 

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

"Oh, NOW you can talk?" Kathleen said. "Where were your words when you were groping me in the dark?"

"You always joked back with me about being lesbian lovers, and you're the one with a crush on Catherine Zeta-Jones," Marie said. "And I seem to remember your pussy being awfully wet when I was touching ..."

Her voice choked off as the crop smacked across her stomach. Kathleen's hand then trailed across the rising welt. 

"That may be," she said softly. "But did that give you the right to touch me like that?" 

Marie's body jerked. 

Kathleen knelt between Marie's legs and slowly licked across the welt, then stared down at it. 

"Mmm. Pretty," she said.

Getting up, she traced Marie's breasts with her crop. She took another item from the suitcase and hid it from Marie's view. 

Reaching over, she caressed Marie's bountiful dark breasts, smiling wickedly as the nipples hardened like little raisins.

"Look at you, you little slut," she said. "Tied up, being whipped by your cousin, and your nipples getting hard when I touch you." 

****

Marie seemed to be getting wetter the more Kathleen touched her. Kathleen had fantasized about girlsex before, but never really thought about actually doing it. And here she was — inhibitions down, drunk, fucking her cousin. 

"Lick me," Marie whispered. It was the first words she'd said since she began touching Kathleen.

In a frenzy of lust, Kathleen did that. Marie spread her legs in the dark, and Kathleen knelt at the end of the bed, sliding her fingers up into Marie's dripping core again. Then she dipped her head toward the moist smelling wetness and tentatively licked Marie's slit.

It was tangy. Salty. Earthy. Not the poetic phrasings in erotica she'd read, but solidly woman-taste. Kathleen licked again, a little deeper, the furry bush tickling her tongue. Then reservations drifted through the haze of alcohol, and she climbed up and began fingering Marie's pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb. 

Marie said nothing, only gasping now and then. Kathleen suckled Marie's breasts, then Marie's legs closed on her hand. Surprised, Kathleen stopped and removed her hand. 

Turning her head toward the end of the bed and laying on her back, Marie then intertwined her nude body with Kathleen's. Marie's hand slid up again to find the wet resting place and began fucking Kathleen. Kathleen reciprocated, again feeling Marie's wetness on her hand. 

After that, Marie pulled them closer together so their pussies were touching and they ground their furred honey boxes together. They continued to finger-fuck each other, until Marie closed her legs on Kathleen's hand. 

Taking the hint, Kathleen removed her hand. Marie turned around, then, laid on her pillow and went to sleep. Perplexed but still horny, Kathleen waited until she was fairly sure Marie was asleep before finishing herself off. 

Neither said anything about what happened the next morning. Confused, but ready to chalk it up to booze, Kathleen didn't argue the point.

****

Kathleen knew Marie had tried nipple clamps before but had taken them off because of the pain. So she had an idea. Kathleen alternated between pinching Marie's nipples and rubbing her fingers just over the sensitive tips. Soon the nubbins were hard and erect.

Straddling Marie's hips once more, Kathleen reached forward, spreading one clamp and fastening it to Marie's left nipple. 

"Ow!" Marie cried. "Take it off!" 

Kathleen shook her head as she placed the other clamp on the other nipple, leaving the silver chain to dangle between the breasts. She sat back and admired her handiwork. Then she leaned forward once more, tonguing the swollen tips of the nipples that poked between the sides of the clamp. She smiled inwardly as she heard Marie's cries of pain begin to echo with pangs of need. 

She stood. 

"I don't relish doing this, and perhaps, 'Pot, kettle, black.' But you need to learn a lesson. Nobody fucks with me without my permission," Kathleen said. "Nobody." 

Reaching over, she pulled gently on the chain near the right nipple. Marie whimpered. 

"You got that?" Kathleen asked as she leaned up and suckled Marie's aching nipples. Marie began writhing beneath her, both in pain and need. Kathleen could smell the wet. 

"Kathleen, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Marie wailed. "It won't happen again." 

****

Then came the next visit a month or so later. Kathleen and Marie had talked to Kathleen's boyfriend on the phone and Marie had joked that the three of them could maybe live together sometime. She'd proceeded to stand close to Kathleen, and generally made her wonder. 

Back at the house that night, things happened again, only this time with no booze. Sneaky hands, stolen touches, and kisses in the dark. Once again, Kathleen found herself responding to Marie's skilled touch and her fingers in Marie's pussy. Once again, Marie stopped part way, turned over, then whispered, "Did you get enough?" 

Angry and feeling like nothing more than a sex toy, Kathleen didn't respond, pretending she was asleep. Morning once again saw no discussion, no confrontation. 

The next night was like before, only this time Kathleen had been entirely asleep before Marie touched her. She woke to the feel of her shirt tucked up to her chin and Marie's mouth on her breast. Kathleen could quickly tell she was wet. Marie pulled Kathleen's shirt behind her head and began suckling hard. Her fingers went south and insistently plunged Kathleen. Her body responding, Kathleen reached over and began plunging Marie with her fingers, her palm full of cousin-wetness. 

Then guilt hit, and she turned to her left side, away from Marie, and pretended to sleep.

****

Kathleen reached into the suitcase once more and took out one more hidden object. 

"I'll be right back, OK?" she said to Marie. "Not that it'll matter. You'll still be there." 

She smiled as Marie began writhing in her bonds. 

After a few moments, Kathleen came back in with a black harness around her waist and a large pastel pink cock seated in the harness. Marie's eyes got big as she shook her head. 

"Oh yes," Kathleen said. "You know right where this is going. You wanted a cock so bad, you're gonna get one. Now suck it. Suck it and get it nice and wet, because it's gonna go right in that spot that decides it needs a cock so bad it has to get its rocks off with her cousin. Oh yes, cousin can help with that." 

Kathleen reached over and pulled Marie's mouth to the cock, forcing it in, and began fucking her mouth. She watched pitilessly as it moved in and out of the dark lips and Marie gagged as the pink cock struck her gag reflex. 

"Good," Kathleen said, as she reached down and yanked off the nipple clamps. Marie squealed as the blood rushed in and the feeling began to come back. 

Kathleen moved to the end of the bed, kneeling between Marie's legs. She grabbed one calf in each hand and pushed them toward Marie's chest, spreading her pussy to Kathleen's cock's reach. 

As she stuck the cock home, balancing herself on her elbows, Kathleen leaned down and tongued Marie's nipple. She laved it, then flicked it with her tongue. 

"You like your cousin in you, don't you?" Kathleen asked. 

****

Marie's hands moved. Taking, taking. They slipped up Kathleen's right thigh, sneaking beneath the waistband, touching, rubbing over the moist fabric of Kathleen's panties. Her touch grew more insistent, and Kathleen more determinedly ignored it. 

Finally she swapped sides to lay on her right side, and pretended once more to sleep. But Marie's hand once more unerringly found Kathleen's pussy in the dark. When Marie's foot came up and began caressing Kathleen's breast, Kathleen also remembered Marie had switched directions in bed.

Marie's foot then drifted up to place a toe in Kathleen's mouth. Kathleen determinedly kept her lips limp to simulate sleep. She stared at the clock. 12:23 a.m. 

Marie's hands continued touching Kathleen, still rubbing her pussy outside her panties, hand trailing over a leg. Kathleen left one hand free in bed, and Marie began rubbing her wet pussy on Kathleen's hand. It was warm and wet and slimy, and Kathleen was squicked out more than anything. 

Then she heard Marie begin to move. 

"Good," Kathleen thought. "She's going to bed." 

But within a few moments, Kathleen heard the buzz of Marie's vibrator and then felt it hit her pussy. 

"What the fuck? Doesn't she get the idea?" Kathleen said, staring miserably at the clock, praying someone would call. The incident was bringing back too many memories of bad things that happened in childhood, and Kathleen once more didn't know how to say "No." 

Finally, Kathleen felt Marie give up and frantically rub her own pussy to orgasm. They turned over and each stared into the darkness, lost in her own thoughts. No words came the next morning, either.

****

"Tell me," Kathleen demanded. "What am I doing to you?" 

"Fucking me," Marie said with a whimper. 

"Where?"

"My pussy."

"What's in that cunt?" 

"A cock." 

"That's right. A cock. Whose cock?" 

"Yours, Kathleen. Yours," Marie wailed. 

"Good girl," Kathleen said, reaching up to caress Marie's bountiful breasts, which were bouncing with each hard thrust Kathleen made. 

"Oooooh," Marie wailed. "Ooh!" 

"Look at the little fuckslut who needs a cock so bad," said Kathleen. "Look at you fucking up at me. Does it make you hot to know I'm fucking you?" 

"Yessssssss...." Marie hissed, her eyes closed. 

Kathleen drove harder, reaching a hand in front of her to rub Marie's engorged clit. Marie gave a little scream. 

"Oh God, Kathleen, don't stop," she whimpered. "Please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please..." 

"What do you need?" Kathleen asked. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Fuck me, please," Marie said. "I need it. I need to cum. You've made me so hot, and I can't stand it. Please." 

"Well," Kathleen said. "I have one thing to say, first." 

She began timing her speech with her thrusts. "Is THIS -" she rolled her head, encompassing the both of them - "EVer GOING to HAPpen aGAIN?"

"No," Marie whimpered. "I'm sorry." 

"Are you GOING to COME on your COUSins's COCK, her BOOBS bouncing OVER you?" 

"Ooooooooooh, please!" Marie wailed, her body arching up against the ties. "Kathleen, please!" 

"WHO is IN conTROL?" 

"You are!!!" 

"Now come," Kathleen hissed. "Come hard, knowing your cousin just made you come like the little slut you are." 

Marie screamed as she arched her body up, her pelvis meeting Kathleen's hard, sinking the cock immensely deep. Her body spasmed and shook in a mighty orgasm. She looked up with tears in her eyes. 

Kathleen untied her, and said, "One more command. Fucking you made me horny, and now you're going to make me come. I'm going to lay here and you're going to lick my ivory pussy until my come is drenching your face." 

Marie nodded and assumed the position. She delved into Kathleen's pussy and swiftly drove her to orgasm. 

"Mmmmm," Kathleen moaned as she came down. "Now, did we both learn our lesson?" 

Marie nodded. "Thank you."



No Touching



"Tell me what's going to happen," he said, his voice calm and quiet.

The ridiculousness of the statement made my head spin. I looked up at him from my kneeling position in front of him. He was standing there, legs spread slightly, hands clasped behind his back.

He was fully dressed in a suit, his tie slightly askew. His black trousers were neatly pressed, the seam of each leg pressed into a perfect vertical line just three feet away.

I, on the other hand, was dressed - if you could call it that - only in bra, panties, stockings and garters, kneeling on a pillow in the middle of the hotel room. I had my hands pressed to the tops of my thighs, unsure of where to put them.

He looked at me for an answer, but I could barely meet his gaze. I hated when he did this. This was his way of playing it safe, of giving me an 'out' if I wanted to take it. 

I wanted him, and he wanted me - but we were both married, and not to each other.

If I said that nothing was going to happen, that we couldn't do this, if I hemmed and hawed, stammered, was unsure of what I was saying, he would walk out the door and we would never see each other - like this - again.

"Have you changed your mind?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, truly concerned. 

My heart raced suddenly. I needed to say something - right now! - or else he would walk out of the hotel room.

"No," I said, my voice croaking. Suddenly I needed a drink very badly.

I didn't want to do this, and I knew he didn't either. He wouldn't touch me, because he would lose all control and have to have me. All of me.

My pussy grew sopping wet at the thought, and I licked my lips. His belt buckle, just at eye level for me, glinted in the room's light, and I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting down the zipper. I saw movement underneath, and I couldn't stop a small moan. 

Memories of conversations flashed through my head, thoughts of times before, of our 'arrangement.'

He had never touched me. Well, not sexually. Not technically sexually. We'd hugged whenever our travels crossed paths, like tonight. He was adamant that he wasn't going to cheat on his wife, and I respected that as best I could. 

But damn, it wasn't easy.

My mind raced as I tried to find the right words. Each word was labored and not what I really wanted to say. What I wanted to say was, I'm going to suck your beautiful cock until it explodes down my throat, or maybe even, you're going to lube up your cock to shove it deep in my ass until I come so hard it feels like it's being pulled off your body.

Underneath his trousers his cock began to grow down the side of his leg. I watched it push the fabric out like an inflatable snake, slithering to get a more comfortable spot. 

"You're going to take your cock out..." I said, trying to sound matter-of-fact, but there was no hiding the hoarse, anxious lust from the words. My breath was short and constricted I needed a drink.

He was so hard now I could see the ridge of his cockhead pressing against the cotton. It looked extremely uncomfortable for him.

I had a sudden flash of a bird's-eye view of our situation. After all, this was only the third time we had done this. The first time was an accident, a chance meeting at a conference that turned into too much alcohol and then a conversation in his hotel room. He was the gentleman, however, and never made a move, but the conversation turned to sex and I was never any good at keeping my inhibitions after a few drinks. 

Even then, he had read me like a dime-store novel, and knew how turned on I was. "You can masturbate, you know," he said to me. "I promise I won't touch you."

He must have thought he was giving me a feeling of safety, but in reality he didn't know how close he was to avoiding being jumped right then and there. The liquor, the sex talk, all of it - it was turning me into a beast about to give into my sexual needs.

At the time I was lying on his hotel bed while he sat at the desk across from me. I wasted no time getting my underwear off from under my skirt, still modest enough to conscientiously avoid baring any flesh to his view. Looking back, it seemed somewhat pointless, given that he knew what I was doing; hell, I craved him paying attention to what I was doing. My fingers danced across my pussy, and I felt the relief instantly. I was watching him intently as I played with myself, seeing his fingers start to caress the bulge in his pants as well.

He shifted in his seat, his hand trying to surreptitiously creep towards his fly. "Do you mind if I join you in a little mutual masturbation?" he asked. 

We were still testing each other, inching our way forward towards ecstasy in halting, baby steps. I have no doubt that if I had said that it made me feel uncomfortable, he wouldn't have done it. Even so, the way he said it made it sound like he was being polite, respectful, not asking for permission.

"Oh, yes," I said. I longed to see what he had underneath his clothing. I desperately wanted to watch him stroke himself. I found that to be an incredible turn on, something my own husband refused to do for me.

When his cock sprang into view it was harder than anything I had ever seen. He must have been suffering from tremendous blueballs, given how rigid he was. Lightly taking his dick in his hand, I could see that he was having a similar feeling of relief flow through him as well.

The way he was sitting, though, I couldn't see too much. He was across the room - I was on the bed, he was by the desk. He saw me craning my neck and stood up, taking a few steps closer.

It wasn't going to take me long. I had been so turned on and my fingers were flying across my clit, and there was no holding back my moans which only sent him farther along. It looked like he wouldn't be able to stop either.

His breathing was ragged, and I recognized the signs of his impending climax as my own began rising inside of me. "Do you want," he panted, "a pearl necklace?"

I couldn't answer with words, but my free hand pulled at my bra straps and yanked the lingerie out of the way, exposing my tits to him. He came closer, so close that I could smell him, so close that I could lean over with my tongue and take him in my mouth.

I debated doing just that, taking him in just for a little while to see what he tasted like. I knew that I'm good, and he probably would have exploded as soon as I wrapped my ruby lips around the end of his manhood, and I wouldn't have minded one bit.

Somehow, though, I didn't, I just stared at the angry red knob as he pounded his fist over it, watching the little hole stretch with each thrust of his hand. 

My orgasm hit me then, and I clenched my thighs around my fingers, too sensitive to keep fingering myself and too horny to move them away. My little yelp pushed him over the edge as well.

"Here it comes," he warned, just as he fired a searing hot splash of come onto my neck and breasts. I shivered as his ropes struck me, painting my jawline and dripping down my throat. I felt horny, slutty, sexy... and guilty all at once.

He didn't seem bothered, though. It took him a while to settle down, and even longer for his cock to begin to droop, as he stayed hard for several minutes after. I was impressed, and thought more than once about putting it to good use inside my pussy.

He went into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. I took it from him to avoid any awkwardness of him cleaning my body, and he looked appreciative. 

Okay, you can come on me but you can't touch me. Strange boundaries you keep.

Nevertheless, that was exactly the boundary he kept. Somehow he managed to convince himself that he hadn't cheated because he hadn't actually touched me. In a way, though, it only heightened the sexual tension between us, like we hadn't actually gotten it out of our systems.

Over the next few months I sent him links to erotic art that I liked, and he made the appropriate noises of appreciation. For the most part, though, my life took a very busy turn, and I wasn't able to communicate with him very much. I began to worry that he thought I was being awkward and uncomfortable - and while there was some truth to that, that wasn't really the main issue. It was simply one of time.

The next time I saw him, I could see he was a bit hesitant to say or do anything, and kept his polite distance. I started feeling bad and pulled him aside to let him know my silence was merely a matter of being busy, not because of him.

He smiled. "That's good," he said, and immediately started talking as if we had grown up together. His ability to take things at face value was impressive, and cute. He made it extremely easy to be with, comfortable and I felt like I was in a very safe place with him. The night sailed along smoothly, and I found myself remembering why I found him attractive to begin with.

We sat at the bar with a few other people, and everyone was feeling loose and happy. I'm often the only girl in groups of technical guys, and of course I can use my lack of filter to my advantage. It's amusing to watch shy boys squirm.

He never did, though. In fact, his confidence and self-assurance was sometimes irritating, but I couldn't tell if I was just upset because I wasn't turning him into a mass of self-conscious jelly like I could everyone else.

Once again, we found ourselves shutting down the bar, and once again we found ourselves in his hotel room.

As soon as we got in, though, he didn't waste any time. "You can take off your clothes if you want to," he said, matter of factly.

I suddenly felt very constrained by my clothes. It didn't even occur to me that the previous time I had been meticulous about hiding my body from him. I had been wearing a very nice bra and panty set, and suddenly, desperately, wanted to know what he thought of them.

I told him so. "Would you like to see them?" 

Swear to God, his eyes twinkled. "Absolutely," he said. 

I started removing my clothes, and he leaned against the desk, his arms resting on the edge. He struck a figure of a casual man in charge, his hips seeming to be pushed a little forward from the way he was resting against the desk.

I thought about doing a little strip tease, a little taunting to get him worked up and in the mood, but there was something, something about his demeanor that made me hold back. As a person, he was extremely approachable, friendly, polite, confident. As a sexual partner, there was a very definite wall he was putting up, and I couldn't quite read him. 

It kept me off-balance, it kept him as a challenge, and it kept me horny.

When my clothes were off, he did a twirling motion with his finger to make me turn around and show off. I did.

"Very nice," he said, smiling. 

I put my hands on my hips. "What about you?" I asked.

He cocked an eyebrow. "What about me?" He grinned. "I don't have a matching bra and panty set."

I pouted, even though I had a feeling it wasn't going to get me anywhere. "It's not fair if I'm the only one half-dressed."

"I thought you liked a man in a suit," he said. 

"Ah, but you're not in a suit any more," I said. He had taken off his jacket, and his tie was loosened, but he did have his button-down shirt tucked neatly into the waist of his pants. He was growing harder with the wordplay. 

"Shall I put my jacket back on?" he said. He was referring to the black and white photos that I adore of men dressed in suits getting sucked off by young, pretty sluts wearing nothing or next-to-nothing. I don't know what it is about it, but there's a control issue there that sets my juices flowing.

"Not necessary, but those pictures always have the guy's cock out," I said, smiling.

He smirked. "Yes," he purred. "I know exactly how much you like that." His eyes wandered down my body, and I realized for the first time that I was absent-mindedly rubbing my own pussy through my panties. 

The last time I had tried to hide showing him too much, using my skirt or the hotel bed sheets for cover. This time, though, I was far more exhibitionistic. He was watching my fingers disappear into my cleft, pushing the lacy fabric inside my slit. And he liked what he saw.

A lot.

"Tell me," he said, looking at my eyes again. "Tell me what's going to happen tonight."

I swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say. I wanted so many things to happen, but I kept getting the impression that he was holding back. He wasn't quite toying with me, but there was still that barrier between us that i didn't fully understand. 

"I want-" I began, but he cut me off, shaking his head.

"I want a lot of things that I can't have," he said, wistfully. "I want to bend you over and fuck you until it gets my cock nice and wet and then fuck your ass until I come deep inside."

His sudden bluntness caught me by surprise, and my knees began to buckle. I just barely managed to stay upright.

"I want that too," I gasped. The thought of his hard cock, flesh-covered iron if I remembered it from the last time correctly, pounding into my ass sent my pussy into overdrive.

He shook his head sadly. "We can't have what we want," he repeated himself. "So, I ask you, what's going to happen tonight?"

I realized at this moment that it was a kind of test. I looked at him for a long moment, my fingers still crammed between my legs, as I tried to read him.

It was too late to say, "Nothing is going to happen," because I was standing (barely) before him, my fingers shoved halfway into my cunt fighting for space with my own underwear. I could tell from the look on his face, however, that if I simply stopped and decided to not do anything, he would understand and we would go to a point where he treated me exactly the same as he had been while in public. No difference.

He was, or at the very least he was trying to be, a good person. He was going to do right by me, by his wife, and by his own desires. He was going to feed them without giving in to them. This was his own personal compromise with himself. If he couldn't get what he truly wanted, he would be fine with that. And he wanted me to be fine with it too. 

He was walking a razor's edge and the only way he would be able to not get cut was if he was in control of his actions.

Thing was, I didn't know what I wanted. My own marriage was a prolonged experiment in frustration and futility. I had married too young to a man with no creativity, no imagination, and no sense of adventure. Forget anal sex, I couldn't even get him to let me suck him off! 

I had other lovers, of course, more consistent ones, more romantic ones, more emotional ones. But there was something about this that I couldn't quite put my finger on (literally!). 

I didn't know what was going to happen, and I think that was the difference. 

"I..." I began, but then I stopped. Looking at him, I had a sudden thought that if I said that I didn't know, he would end things right there. 

Changing tactics, I began again. "I'm going to masturbate in front of you, and you're going to take your cock out through your pants and jack off. When you come, you're going to come on my face."

I started rubbing my pussy again, more determined. I looked down at his trousers as he brought his hands around to his zipper and began lowering it. As his cock sprung into view I stared at it. Once again, he was so hard it didn't even look real.

"I wish I could suck you off, though," I found myself saying before I could stop myself.

"I know," he said. "I have been fantasizing about you sucking me off." 

I looked him in the eye. "Really?" I asked. 

"Oh yes," he said, surprised that I would even ask. "I can't count the number of ways I've already had you in my head. Trust me, I've come more times in your mouth than I can count. At least in my fantasies."

He grinned at me, and I smiled back. "I've got to get a closer look," I said, and I sank to my knees.

I was now in the position of my favorite erotic photos. Here I was, mostly naked, kneeling in front of a fully dressed man, with his cock poking out of his fly. My mouth watered, but I couldn't take him like I wanted. Nevertheless, I was so turned on I didn't think I was going to last very long.

His cock was hard, beautiful, angry and a deep red. The precome was starting to slip out of the hole at the tip, and I knew just how good that could taste. My cunt clenched around my fingers in staccato spasms as I approached my orgasm.

"Let me see your breasts," he said. Once more I practically tore my bra away from my tits and thrust them out at him. 

"I would love to feel my cock sliding between your breasts, you know," he said. 

"I love doing that," I said. "I love taking the tip in my mouth when it's sliding between my breasts. I can feel it throb against my chest that way and it turns me on."

I felt the sudden rise, and I heard myself say, "Oh my," and then it hit me. My head rocked back, my eyes flew open, and I locked my gaze onto his. He had a look of pure, unadulterated arousal on his face, which pushed me further over the edge. 

My hips rocked back and forth violently against my fingers as I came, which lasted much longer than normal, as wave after wave hit me. 

"OhgodIwishyouwereinsideme," I gasped out in one long breath, looking at him straight in the eyes.

His hand flew over his cock, pumping faster. His other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and squeezing it tight. I thought for a second he was going to rip his own dick off, but he was obviously getting closer. He had been trying to wait to watch my own orgasm. 

I settled back on my haunches, and tried to calm down my breathing. I watched his cock, and leaned in close to watch him. I couldn't have been more than a couple of inches away.

"This is the closest I've ever been to a man's cock without taking him in my mouth," I said. "You know I'm going to fuck myself silly to thinking about you coming on my face after tonight."

I don't know what made me say it just then, but it was apparently the right thing to do. I had briefly glanced up at his face to see his reaction when I felt the first jet of come splash against my cheek. I quickly turned back to his cock as another blast struck my lips, and another weaker one couldn't quite reach my face and only fell onto the valley between my breasts.

A final, long string of come hung from the tip of his cock, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to bend down and take it in my mouth and trace it across my tongue until I pulled it free from his cock and let it fall down my chin.

So I did. I bent down, stuck out my tongue, and caught the end of his dripping come with my tongue, and sat back up straight. I had to do it quickly, because if I took my time I might freak him out and cause him to recoil. As I had planned, the trace came with me, pulling free of his cock. I managed to time it perfectly, and never touched his cock at all. 

Nevertheless, I had several runs of his come falling down around my face, throat, and tits. He was panting hard, beads of sweat on his brow. He leaned back against the desk again, leaving his cock free. It pulsed and throbbed with each heartbeat, and looked delicious.

I stood up and went into the bathroom before I lost all my remaining control. Cleaning myself off and calming down, I found myself feeling quite proud of my own self-control. I had come close - so close - to breaking through the barrier and sucking him off into my mouth. 

He probably would have allowed me to do it, too. He was really far gone, his self-control poisoned by lust. He would have fucked my face, come down my throat, and reveled in the release it provided him. 

But it would have destroyed our blossoming friendship - the one that wasn't related to sex. It would have been a betrayal of trust, and that, more than the cheating, would have plagued me with guilt for a long, long time.




No Touching



And here I was again. preparing myself to try to not touch his beautiful cock as it came all over my body. This was the third time we were together, and while in some ways it was even more comfortable, in others it was far more dangerous.

We had upped the ante by coming together yet again. If there was a fourth I knew it would be even more intense. As it was I knew I was getting closer to losing my control, and I had no doubt that between us, I would break first. The pressure was both nerve-wracking and arousing.

Kneeling here, now, it was torture, looking at the outline of his beautiful dick pressing against his dark trousers. The professional attire completely thrown askew by the conspicuous bulge within arms reach. 

Arms reach, hell. I corrected myself. I could lean forward and grab him. I could attack him, take him, make him come with my hands, my mouth...

"You're going to take your cock out," I said quietly, breathlessly. The sound of my own voice startled me. How long had I been lost in my memories?

I started to lean back, giving him a view of my torso. As I did, he took a step toward me and unconsciously brought his hands closer to his fly.

I started running my hand over my breast and down my stomach. It was starting.

"You're going to keep your pants on, slip your cock out through your zipper, and stroke it right in front of me," I continued. I swallowed hard, trying to bring moisture back into my throat.

I licked my lips. "I'm going to spread my legs and play with my pussy," I narrated my own actions, as I spread my legs as slowly and as deliberately as I could, "while you kneel between my legs."

He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I was taking things a step further than the last time, being even more assertive. He was encouraging me in his own way.

I was leaning back on one elbow now, my free hand tugging at the elastic of my oh-so-brief panties. Without even touching myself I knew I was beyond soaked. I could feel liquid seeping out of my body and down the crack of my ass. By all rights it should have felt uncomfortable, but god help me, I felt erotically naughty.

He kneeled, close enough so that if he lost his balance he would collapse on me, close enough that the front of his masculine thighs would have pressed into the backs of mine with a strong inhalation of breath.

"I'm going to play with my pussy and watch you stroke your cock," I said, my voice coming out almost dreamily. 

I had to avoid saying I want for everything. It seemed to be part of our little game, part of the rules. It was almost as if, by removing that short little phrase, I was merely predicting the future. It was inevitable. This is what was going to happen, and both of us were powerful to stop it. It somehow made it easier to succumb and let it all happen. 

"You're going to hold your cock over my pussy," I said, staring straight below his belt buckle. "And you're going to stroke it until you come as hard as you can until you splash my body."

He couldn't take it any more, and within seconds his fly was down and he was desperately fishing out his cock. He was having trouble pulling it out of the zipper, as the angle was all wrong. Meanwhile, I slipped my hand under my panties and felt the massive relief of being able to slide over my clit and tease my hole with the tips of my fingers.

Finally he managed to pull his cock through and held it firmly in his hand, exactly as I had described. It hovered, mere inches above the back of my hand, head purple with agonizing desire. He stroked gently, and I found I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight.

I was mesmerized by how close he was. His knuckles came so close to my own hand working feverishly under the lace fabric. I didn't know what would happen if we made contact. Would it be too far? We were, after all, playing on a knife-edge, playing with literal definitions of terms. When he said he had not touched my body before, he meant it. 

It was dangerous. More dangerous than I remembered in my entire adult life. It brought out realizations that I hadn't quite come to terms with. I didn't want this to end with him. I didn't know how we'd be able to up the ante next time, but I knew that I wanted there to be a next time. 

Glancing up at his face I could see he was thinking something similar. I wondered if he could even see how close he was to me from his vantage point. Surely, he couldn't actually see under his cock, so he didn't see how my fingers lifted and fell with each swipe of my pussy. I should have slowed my fingers, needed to, but physically couldn't stop myself.

We were both working furiously. The position wasn't comfortable for me, and I needed to get off. He had a look of determination and focus on his face as well. 

"I've been fantasizing about this," he said. My eyes and drifted back to his masturbation and I snapped back up to look at him. 

He is so turned on! I thought to myself, and I saw what was becoming a familiar sign. His chest started expanding and contracting in a deep breathing rhythm - the calm before the storm. 

"I'm going to paint your body," he said. His voice was tight as he needed to take a great effort to get the words out. 

I immediately stared at his cock. The tiny opening was pulsing open and closed, like a tiny mouth gasping for air. His entire cock - already a shade of purple - suddenly grew a deep scarlet. His hips bucked in his hand as it looked like he was trying to throw his come out of his cock.

"Yes," I whispered, not even intentionally. "Yes, let me feel it." 

The swelling inside of my own body roared to the surface. I want to wait, to hold off until I could watch him come, but I couldn't stop my fingers from bringing me over the edge. I had lost all ability to control my own hands.

Like a wave in the ocean my orgasm was upon me, and I convulsed. I blinked, or maybe closed my eyes without realizing it, and missed the sight of his first shot of his come. Opening my eyes immediately, I saw the next burst of white eruption streak towards my face. He roared in relief.

It fell short - far short - of my face, reaching just above my navel. The next rope, however, shot long up the valley in between my breasts. He released his cock, which bobbed and continued to release his come, but the rest of it fell on top of my hand. 

My own orgasm was equally as intense. Each time one of his ropes landed on my skin it drove an electric shock through my body, always focused on my cunt. Suddenly, the arm supporting my body gave out, and I collapsed onto my back. 

Out of reflex, I closed my legs as I started to come down from my high without realizing that he was still hovering over my come-soaked panties and fingers. I gasped, realizing my mistake, but it was too late. My legs were gelatinous goo and I had no strength to stop them from collapsing together.

The only thing that saved me was sheer, dumb luck. In a moment of pure serendipity, he had leaned back on his haunches to rest and catch his breath, moving his penis out from between my legs. We managed to avoid trapping him between my thighs by the slimmest of margins.

We stared at each other, dumbfounded. My heart was pounding in my chest out of fear, a thunderous beat that surpassed even my orgasmic cardiac drumming. We both cracked a smile, and started laughing.

I rolled onto my side, trying to catch my breath. Both of us were laughing much more than was necessary given the situation, but it didn't seem forced.

"Well, that was close!" he said, and started to stand up.

"Yeah," I said. I watched him take a tissue and clean off the remainder from the tip of his cock, but there wasn't much there. Sure enough, a quick review showed just how much I was covered in his come. I confess, looking at the splatter across my body made me want to have another orgasm before cleaning it off.

He tucked himself back into his trousers and zipped up, looking as if nothing had ever happened. "There are some people who are getting together for drinks before dinner at the hotel bar," he said. Somehow the change in topic seemed natural, given our history. 

"Sure," I said. "Think I should go like this?" 

He laughed. "Sure, why not?" he played along. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary."

"Are you kidding?" I replied, putting on my best snobbish accent. "I'm wearing a one-of-a-kind outfit!"

He smiled, showing his perfectly straight teeth. "Shall I wait for you, or should I meet you downstairs at the bar?"

I looked around the room, thinking of the practical questions of which outfit to wear, the need to shower and get ready. "Nah," I said. "I'll meet you there. No problem."

"Okay," he said. He took a quick glance around the room to make sure he had his things, and said, "See you down there."

As he left, I was marveling at how casual it was between us by this point. It was nice, refreshing to not have to deal with drama and awkwardness. I lay down on the hotel bed, running my fingers through his come on my body. It felt dirty, naughty... and arousing. 

I raised my come-covered hand to my lips and sucked a finger. The come had turned cold, but I didn't care. My other hand reached for my supercharged pussy, not quite sated from my earlier orgasm. It was a mere taste, and I wanted to reminisce in my memory which I knew would cause an even more explosive one.

As much as I wanted to break through the wall between us, invisible as it may be, I couldn't deny how excited it got me. Running my fingers through the traces of come on my stomach and feeling the wave of sluttiness as I dipped my fingers back into my mouth in private, secretly indulging my inner perversions, I made up my mind that I wouldn't give in to my lust in the moment with him. As the crescendo began to take me to the volcanic explosion I had every reason to expect, I sucked harder on my fingers and imagined I was sucking the come from his cock. 

I had a unique situation here, one that I doubt I would be able to find again, and instead of wishing for more I felt the beginnings of an appreciation that I never had before for one of the most vibrant fuels for my imagination I would get in my lifetime.



No Touching



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Jake honked the horn as he pulled to the curb in front of Diane's house. He and Diane had been dating since ninth grade, and were off to see a new movie. They had to hurry if they were going to pick up Brian and Ellie and get to the theater on time. Diane's best friend Ellie had been dating Brian since their junior year, and the four of them were best friends and partners-in-crime. Graduation day was fast approaching, and college was just around the corner.

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Jake had just finished unloading the last of his things from his car, and into his new apartment. He was just about to start his second year at the state university. After a year in a dorm room, he was really looking forward to having his own place. Sure, it was only a small efficiency apartment, but it would be all his. He hadn't liked living in the dorms, especially when Diane visited. Now, they'd have a place to be alone.

He was also looking forward to the private gym in the building's basement. Jake was a big guy, six foot two, two hundred pounds of muscle. He'd started working out when he was on the football team in high school. Now it was one of his favorite things to do. It made him feel good to be in top shape.

Diane was in her second year at a small, exclusive all-girl arts college. Jake couldn't really visit her because men were not allowed in the girls' housing. So, she visited him about once a month. With his private apartment, he suspected that they'd spend those entire weekends in bed together. Well, not the whole weekend. They'd make time for Diane to see her best friend, Ellie, who attended the same university as Jake did.

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Jake returned from classes to see fire and emergency vehicles clogging the street in front of his apartment building. He hurried up until he was stopped by a police woman.

"What happened?" he asked. "I live in that building!"

A fireman stepped forward and answered. "There was a fire on the second floor. Apparently, someone left a candle burning and it lit the curtains on fire. The damage is pretty extensive."

"Shit, shit, shit," grumbled Jake. "I live on the sixth floor. Did the fire get up that high?"

"Most of the fire damage is on the second and third floors. Water damage goes up to about the fifth floor. You might have nothing but smoke damage up on six. It's still too early to really say. But the structure has extensive damage. I doubt that they'll repair the building. Probably just knock it down and rebuild."

"Oh, man," sighed Jake. "Can I get up there and get my stuff?"

"Not until the building is inspected. That'll probably take a day or two. I'd suggest that you find a place to stay if you can. If not, the Red Cross will find a temporary place for you. Officer, can you get this boy's information and put him in contact with the Red Cross?"

"No problem, chief. Come with me, young man."

Jake spent the next hour talking with the police and some of the other people who lived in his building. It was agreed that they'd all be escorted to their rooms at 10AM the day after tomorrow to salvage whatever they could. A few people went with the Red Cross to their shelter, the rest felt that they could find a friend to crash with for a few days. Jake knew that he could find somebody who'd let him sleep on their couch.

He called Diane and told her the bad news.

"Wow, Jake, I'm sorry. But this cloud has a silver lining. I talked to Ellie this morning. Her roommate Abigail had to drop out of school because her mom is sick. Ellie's worried that she'll lose her apartment unless she finds a new roommate. I'm sure that you can stay with her until things get settled. In fact, I'm sure that she'd love for you to move in permanently. Give her a call."

So, Jake called Ellie and told her his story. "Jake, you come over here right now! I insist that you stay here until you figure out what you wanna do. My roommate took her bed and furniture, but I've got a big couch that's yours as long as you want it."

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Two days later, Jake had collected his belonging from his old apartment. The apartment had been furnished, so all he really had was his clothes, books and papers, computer, and big screen TV. Everything smelled like smoke. He washed all of his clothes twice at a laundromat until they smelled clean. His computer and TV smelled so bad that he just threw them in the dumpster.

They had discussed it over dinner last night, and Jake had decided to move into Ellie's apartment with her. He'd have a big bedroom, and the rent was cheaper than at his old place. His dad had agreed to use the money saved on rent to buy Jake a new computer and TV, as well as a new bed and a used desk.

That evening, Wednesday, found Jake settling into his new apartment, with his new roommate Ellie. It turned out that Brian would be visiting that Friday, and Diane was also planning on visiting, so the old gang would all be together for the weekend.

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At the library the next day Jake finally had some time alone to consider things. There was a reason that he didn't really hang around with Ellie at school, and why he had been skeptical about moving in with her. But, it had all happened so fast, and he hadn't had much choice.

The reason? Ellie was fucking gorgeous! Jake had had a secret crush on her for years. He had seen her grow up from a skinny, cute girl into a shapely young woman. The summer after high school found the foursome at the beach almost every day. They had a blast together, laughing, joking and teasing each other. But, seeing Ellie in her bikinis had almost been too much for Jake. The skinny girl had blossomed. She was now about five foot eight, still thin but with what had to be C-cup breasts, her thin waist flaring to shapely hips and a tight, sexy ass. When she came out of the water and her long, reddish-blond hair was plastered to her chest, he'd had to force himself not to look for too long.

Diane was also a beauty, and Jake loved her deeply. He knew that he'd marry her some day. He'd have to be very careful around Ellie. If Diane ever suspected anything about his feelings there'd be hell to pay.

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The first knock on the door came at 5:15. Ellie was in her room, so Jake went toward the door. "I'll get it, Ellie." He opened the door and greeted his friend Brian.

As they shook hands Brian yelled out. "Hey Ellie, what are you doing with this strange man in your apartment?" Ellie ran from her room and wrapped Brian in a hug.

"Don't mind him, he's just one of my many boyfriends that you don't know about. Jerk." She gave her boyfriend a passionate kiss.

Brian grabbed his bag and followed Ellie into her room and closed the door. Jake could hear them talking and kissing. "Don't get carried away in there you two, Diane should be here any minute."

About twenty minutes later another knock sounded. Jake hurried to the door. "Diane, honey, I've missed you." They were wrapped around each other when Ellie and Brian came back into the living room.

"I'd tell you to get a room, but I guess you already have one. Diane!" Ellie pushed Jake aside and hugged her best friend. "So, how do you like my roommate upgrade?"

Diane smiled. "I like this one much better than the old one. He's got a bigger chest and a better ass."

They all laughed. This was the way that they'd been joking around for years, a part of the glue that held their friendships together.

Over dinner, Jake told the whole story about the fire and the days since. He praised Ellie for taking him in. She told them all about her roommate's sudden departure due to her mom's failing health. 

They drank, talked and laughed until around ten o'clock, when Diane spoke up. "Well, guys, I need to get a little better acquainted with with Ellie's new roommate. Come on, Jake, show me your bedroom."

"I've got to warn you, Diane, our bedrooms share a common wall and it's a thin one. If you're as loud as usual, we'll hear everything."

"Me, loud? Remember the time at that hotel in the Black Hills? We could hear you guys from two doors down! You'll just have to turn your music up."

The two couples retired to their respective rooms. Ellie cranked her music up loud, and both couples started out trying to be quiet. That didn't last long. In the end, they all heard everything. Jake was on top of Diane when they heard Ellie cumming loudly with Brian grunting along. Jake stared into Diane's eyes as she started to quiver and shake. A moment later they both exploded, Diane nearly screaming her joy.

Jake and Diane were up early, so Jake knocked on Ellie's door. "Diane and I are going out for breakfast, we'll be back around noon. Have fun." Jake and Diane went out for a long, relaxed breakfast at his favorite greasy spoon, then took a long walk around the campus. When they returned, Ellie and Brian were just leaving for lunch and to run some errands. Jake and Diane used the time alone for some slow, loving sex.

That night the foursome went to the student center to hear a DJ, dance, and have a few drinks. They had their usual good time and got home late. Without a word they retired to their rooms, and soon the apartment was filled with the sounds of banging headboards, loud dirty talk, and strong orgasms.

Everyone was hung-over the next morning. They took turns in the shower, then the girls made breakfast. They were all sad to see the weekend almost over. As Diane and Brian finished packing their things, Brian called them all to the living room.

"Guys, I know I don't have to say this but I think it'd be a good thing to discuss. Shit, I'll just say it. Jake, bro, you'd better keep your hands off of my girlfriend! I know that she's hot as hell, but she's mine. I love her, so stay away."

Jake started to answer but Diane cut him off. "And you, Ellie, you horny slut, stay out of Jake's pants! He's mine forever. Don't even think about trying him on."

Jake sat down and patted his lap. Diane came and sat on him and put her arms around his neck. Ellie pushed Brian into a chair and did the same. They looked at each other in silence.

Jake spoke softly. "Diane, I know that this is a little weird. Christ, we just spent the weekend listening to each other fucking! It's definitely weird! But don't forget this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much it hurts. There's only one girl in the world for me, and that's you."

Ellie was next. She placed her hands on Brian's cheeks and looked him in the eyes. "Brian, I trust you completely, and you can trust me completely. I love you, and respect you. You're the only guy for me." She gave him a slow, tender kiss. She could hear Jake and Diane kissing, too.

After a moment Diane stood up. "Shit, that was hot! I wish we had another hour to turn this place into a fuck palace again!"

They all laughed and hugged, then the visitors gathered their things. With more hugs and kisses they said their goodbyes.

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Since they both had full class loads, Jake and Ellie didn't see much of each other. They both spent lots of time at the library or studying with friends, and both tried to get to the student health club a few times a week. They had breakfast together a couple of times each week, and saw each other some nights before bed. 

One night, Jake got home late to find the apartment dark. He assumed that Ellie was already asleep, so he was quiet as he slid into his room, stripped, and crawled into bed. After a minute he realized that he could hear a faint buzzing through the wall to Ellie's room. Was it her phone? As he listened, the buzz got slightly muffled, then louder again. Then the noise went from loud to muffled, loud to muffled, in a steady rhythm. Was she covering her phone with the blanket? Was it her phone? What else could it be?

It was then that he heard a soft moan and the answer hit him. "Shit, that's the sound of her sliding a vibrator into and out of her pussy!" he thought. His cock came to life as he pictured the scene. Without even thinking he started to slowly stroke himself as he listened. He realized that she was only eight feet away from him when he heard her moan again.

Ellie picked up her pumping speed and let out a little squeak. He had heard that squeak before from her, as she got close to orgasm with her boyfriend. Jake pumped his cock faster, matching her speed. His hard pumping caused his bed to shift and make a sliding sound on the floor. "Shit, did she hear that?" he thought.

If she did, it only made her pump faster as she began to pound the vibrator into her pussy. Her moaning became louder. Jake kept pumping, knowing that he was almost there.

Suddenly Ellie spoke. "Shit Jake, I'm cumming!" Jake heard her thrash on her bed as she cried out in orgasm. That did it for him.

"Oh, Ellie, I'm cumming, too!" His hips shot up off of the bed. He grunted loudly as his cum shot over his stomach and chest.

He slowly settled down and the apartment was quiet. After a few minutes he heard Ellie again through the wall. "Goodnight, Jake."

"Goodnight, Ellie."

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Ellie was up and gone by the time Jake got out of bed. They saw each other a several times in the next few days but didn't talk about what had happened.

Jake got home late on Friday night. He'd been at the library working on a paper. He had just pulled a beer out of the refrigerator when Ellie came in with a girlfriend. It was obvious that the girls had been enjoying some drinks.

"Jake, meet Stacy. Stacy, Jake." Jake nodded a hello. "Stacy's in my European Studies class. We had a big test today and we both nailed it! So, we've been celebrating. Is there any more beer?"

Jake joined the girls for a drink in the living room. It was quite entertaining, as the girls were more than a little drunk. They spent almost an hour laughing and talking before Stacy decided to call it a night. Jake insisted upon walking her home. It wasn't far, but he felt that someone should keep an eye on her. When he got back to the apartment Ellie was sitting on the couch in her robe.

"It's about time. My friend and I have been waiting for you." She saw Jake's confused look and smiled. Holding up a long, purple jelly vibrator, she rose from the couch and walked toward her room. "It turns me on to know that you're listening. I've been dying to fuck myself all day." Ellie air-kissed him, went into her room, and closed the door.

Jake felt like he should resist. He wanted to be faithful to Diane, and he knew that Ellie was a little drunk. But what could he do? Wait out here until she was finished?

He went to his room, stripped and fell on the bed.

"Hey, Jake. Are you naked?" Ellie asked through the wall.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm naked and playing with my tits." He heard her groan. "Now I'm pulling my nipples. God, it feels good." She let out a long, slow moan. "Are you getting hard yet?"

"Yes."

"Wrap your hand around it." Jake heard the vibrator start to hum. "Hmmm, I'm rubbing my clit with the vibrator. It feels so good."

Jake started pumping his cock. "Is there hair on your pussy?"

"Oh, dirty boy, you want a picture of my pussy in your mind." She groaned again. "No hair, I have it waxed. My pussy is bald. I have my knees spread and my feet together. My pussy is wide open."

"Shit..."

"Now I need a picture. Tell me about your cock."

"It's all the way hard now. Little Jake is about seven inches long, circumcised, and sort of thick, I guess."

"I like that you call him little Jake. Is he hairy?"

"I trim him, but don't shave him. I trim my balls, too." Jake heard the muffled sound of the vibrator slipping into Ellie's pussy. "I can hear when you push the vibrator into your pussy. The sound changes."

"Can you tell when I'm pumping in and out?" Ellie moaned and pumped faster.

"Yes. I can picture it in my mind, too."

They were both quiet again. The only sound was the vibrator going in and out. The minutes ticked by as the both pleasured themselves.

"I'm getting close, Jake."

"Me, too." Jake could hear that she was pumping fast and hard. He caressed his balls with his left hand and pumped his cock with his right.

"I'm gonna cum, Jake. Cum with me!" Ellie growled. "Here it is, Jake. Oh, God, I'm cummming." Ellie screamed and Jake could hear her thrashing on the bed.

"Here it is, Ellie. Here I cum, here I cum." Jake howled and started shooting. He could hear that the vibrator was buried deep in Ellie's pussy as his cock pulsed.

They were both quiet as they recovered. Jake heard the vibrator buzz as Ellie pulled it from her pussy, then heard it turned off.

"That was great," Ellie spoke slowly and dreamily. "Goodnight, Jake."

"Goodnight, Ellie."

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On Friday, Brian came to visit Ellie. Diane had two big tests coming next week, so she put off her visit until the following weekend. The threesome had dinner, drinks and a lively conversation until Ellie pulled Brian into her room. Jake watched TV for a while, feeling a little awkward about being a third wheel to the two lovers, Eventually, he thought that he had given his friends enough time to do their thing so he went to his room and got into bed.

It was obvious right away that he hadn't waited long enough. He could hear the vigorous fucking taking place next door as Ellie spoke to her boyfriend. "I'm gonna cum, Brian. Shoot your hot stuff inside my pussy when I cum." The fucking got louder and faster, and Ellie started to make her squeaking sound. This turned into a long groan that turned into a loud wail as Ellie came, Brian grunting and cumming with her.

Jake spent all of the next day at the library. He wanted to give his friends some privacy. Besides, it just made him horny and frustrated to listen to them having sex. His turn would come next weekend when Diane visited him.

On his way home Jake stopped at a local bar for a few beers. He wanted to get home late. When he finally got home the apartment was quiet and he went right to sleep.

He awoke to the sound of Brian's voice. "God, I love watching your tits bounce when you ride me." Jake got up and went to the kitchen and made coffee. He couldn't stop thinking about Ellie's tits bouncing. Soon, Brian and Ellie emerged from the bedroom and joined Jake for breakfast.

"I've got to hit the road early Jake, I've got to be back by two for a study group." Brian told his friend. "Sorry if we kept you awake."

"No problem, friend. We live in a...what did Diane call it, a fuck palace? You'd better buy Ellie some cotton for her ears because next week I'll be taking out my frustration on Diane." They all laughed.

After Brian left, Jake was lying on his bed reading when Ellie knocked on his door. "Jake, can I come in?" He invited her in and she sat on the edge of his bed.

"Jake, I know it had to be tough listening to us fucking all weekend. Is everything OK between us?"

"Ellie, we're fine. Well, you are. I'm just horny."

"Poor Jake."

"I woke up to Brian telling you that he liked the way your tits bounced when you rode him. Now, I can't get your damn bouncing tits off of my mind."

They were silent as they looked into each other's eyes. Then Ellie spoke softly. "OK, horny Jake, we can't touch each other. Now strip, I want to watch you masturbate this time." Jake stared at Ellie, trying to see if she was serious. "Here, let me help by showing you my bouncing tits." Ellie crossed her arms across her tummy and pulled her shirt up to just beneath her tits. "Come on, Jake, it's not a free show. Get naked. I want to see little Jake."

Jake sat up and pulled off his t-shirt. Ellie blatantly admired his buff chest, then pulled her shirt higher until the bottom halves of her tits were showing. She stopped again and smiled at Jake. He took the hint and unsnapped his jeans, then quickly pulled them and his shorts off. He laid back naked in front of Ellie.




No Touching



"Hello, little Jake," said Ellie. "Big Jake has been thinking about my tits today. If I show him will you get hard?" She saw the cock twitch and thicken. "I thought so."

She looked Jake in the eyes. "Remember, no touching." Ellie slowly pulled her shirt up until her tits bounced free. "Are these the tits you wanted to see? Play with your cock and I'll make them bounce for you."

Jake's right hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking. He stared at the firm tits, admiring the hard pink nipples. Ellie began to lightly bounce on the bed, making her big tits bounce up and down.

Jake stroked faster when Ellie wrapped a tit with each hand and pushed them up and out toward him, like an offering. They were only two feet from his lips. He had to fight the urge to lean forward and capture a nipple with his mouth. He stayed on his back and pumped his cock.

Ellie was staring at Jake's cock. "I'm going to pull and twist my nipples now, Jake. Cum for me." She grabbed a nipple with each hand and began to roughly pull and twist them. "Do it. Shoot your big load."

Jake's hand became a blur as the first blast shot from his cock. He howled as a second blast shot onto his chest. Looking into Ellie's eyes he shot another spurt as she smiled at him.

As Jake lay catching his breath, Ellie leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Next week, when Diane leaves, you'd better come to my room and inspire me while I relieve MY horniness." She pulled her shirt down, winked, and left the room.

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Diane's visit went as expected. Jake was as horny as he'd ever been and kept her in the bedroom most of the weekend. They were loud and uninhibited. Sunday afternoon he walked her to her car and waved goodbye as she drove off.

When he got back to the apartment Jake went straight to his room and stripped. He then spoke through the wall. "Ellie, I'm coming to your room."

"Get in here, Jake."

Jake walked in and found Ellie naked on the bed. She was rubbing her vibrator up and down her slit as he walked over and stood by the bed.

"I listened to Diane give you your blow job this morning. It sounded like a wet, sloppy one. It took all of my will power to not grab this vibrator when she made you come on her tits. I was afraid she'd hear me."

"Remember, no touching," he replied. Jake kneeled on the bed by Ellie's head and slid his knees apart until his balls were hanging just above Ellie's lips. Ellie took a long sniff, turned on the vibrator and pushed it to her clit. Her other hand pulled on one of her nipples.

"Now I want a good look at that bald pussy." Jake got up and walked around the bed, then crouched between her spread legs. Ellie spread them wider and pulled the vibrator away. She used both hands to pull her pussy wide open for Jake's inspection.

Jake leaned in and smelled her open pussy. It was very pink, inside and out, and very wet. Her clit seemed to throb.

"Fuck, Jake, this is so hot. And I'm so fucking horny I can't wait." With Jake only a foot from her pussy, Ellie rammed six inches of vibrator inside. "Oh, Jake." Ellie began to fuck herself with the toy as she stared into Jake's eyes.

Jake stood up and began stroking his rising erection. He went back around the bed and kneeled by Ellie's head again. She stared as he pushed his cock down until the fat tip was almost touching her lips. Ellie pushed her tongue out toward his cock, so he pulled it away. "No touching, Ellie," She groaned and pumped her pussy faster.

Ellie's large, pale tits were slightly flattened on her chest, and swaying back and forth as Jake leaned down over the nearest nipple for a closer look. Ellie watched him as he blew softly on her hard nipple. They both watched it pucker up, and saw the goose bumps arise all around her nipple. He leaned farther and did the same to the other nipple while Ellie grabbed the first nipple, pulling and twisting it hard.

Jake rose back up and grabbed his hard cock. He pushed the tip down near Ellie's lips and started to pump it hard toward her mouth. Ellie stared as she moaned and pounded her pussy. They were both getting close.

Jake pulled back, then got off of the bed. "Slide down, Ellie, until your legs dangle over the edge of the bed." Ellie did as he said, sliding until her knees were at the end of the bed and her feet dangled below. Jake walked around the bed then laid down upon it. He was facing the opposite direction, with his feet near the headboard. He slid a pillow under each of their heads.

This put Jake's cock right next to Ellie's head, and his head right next to her pussy. He could see over her thigh, and he watched up close as she pumped her pink pussy. He started pumping his cock as he listened to the vibrator pushing in and out of the wet hole.

Ellie turned her head toward his cock. It was only eight inches from her mouth as she watched him pump it. As she stared, a big drop of pre-cum pushed from the head. "Jake, I'm watching your cock ooze. I'm gonna see it explode."

"I'm watching your juices squirt out when you shove the vibrator in. God, you smell good. I'm gonna watch your bald, pink pussy cum."

They were both quiet now as they pumped away. Ellie broke the silence with a long moan, and then a squeak.

"I know that squeak. You make that noise when you're about to cum. Show me, Ellie. Cum."

"You first, Jake. I'll cum when I see your spunk shooting out. Shoot for me, Jake." Since they were both pumping with their right hands, and their left hands were between them, Ellie took Jake's hand. "Hold my hand while I cum."

They were both pumping full speed, and staring at the cock and pussy next to them. Suddenly, Jake cried out and shot a big gob of cum straight up into the air. That set off Ellie. She buried the long vibrator in her pussy as she screamed and shook through a hard orgasm. Jake held Ellie's hand tightly as his cock continued to shoot.

They both lay panting, still holding hands as they recovered. Jake was dazed as he watched Ellie pull the vibrator out of her pussy and saw the creamy white cum slowly run out her. Ellie looked at the big pool of cum on Jake's belly.

Ellie finally sat up and found the box of tissues from her bed side table. She took one, and Jake watched as she delicately wiped her pussy. She handed Jake the box, then watched as he wiped up most of his cum. He got up, walked around the bed on shaky legs, and gave Ellie a kiss on the cheek.

"Ellie, that was fantastic. I hope we can do it again."

She kissed his cheek and replied. "I'm counting on it, roommate." Jake staggered from the room and closed the door.

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The next Saturday brought a knock on the door. Jake opened it to find their landlord. He asked if they'd like to renew the lease on the apartment for the next school year. Ellie had just entered the room.

"Well roommate?" she asked Jake. "Can you handle another year with me?"

Jake took the lease from the landlord, checked it quickly, then signed it. He handed it to Ellie, who also signed it and handed it back to the landlord. Jake spoke with the man for a few minutes about the details and dates, shook his hand, and showed him out. When he turned from the door Ellie was gone.

When she re-appeared a moment later, Ellie was naked and holding her vibrator. She spread a long towel out on the couch, sat at one end, and patted the spot next to her as she smiled at Jake. "How about celebrating with an orgasm?"

Jake smiled as he pulled off his shirt. It was going to be a very good year.



No Touching in Miami



We met in an unusual place, a popular words game app on our phones to pass the time when we were bored. He traveled a lot so he used the game to connect with people and I used the game to escape my grim reality. You see, we were both stuck in Vanilla worlds, hiding behind our desks and families so that no one would discover our darkest desires. When this app started matching players by cities, I was thrilled. How exciting would it be to actually run into someone I had played a challenging word game with in real life? 'Maybe not too exciting, since only nerds and old people were playing', I thought. After a few games and exchanging a few, pleasantries we decided to move on to another chat app where we could share photos and actually see one another without exchanging phone numbers. He was married with children and held a high position in a well-known company I was a director of a private school so we couldn't risk all that we had worked so hard for. Naturally, we ended up talking about sex as we were very attracted to one another. Once discovering that we both had needs we couldn't satisfy, we agreed to meet. There were conditions though, mostly on his part. 

We met for the first time in person at the Orlando International Airport. I wore a black mini skirt and a hot pink top. He wore business clothes, slacks and a button down shirt and my pussy was screaming. The rules were no touching. We were practicing self-control. I told my boyfriend that I was going away on a short weekend cruise out of Miami and that I wouldn't be reachable by phone and so I turned it off. This stranger could have killed me and dumped me in the ocean, but obviously I survived because I am here to tell the story. At the time however, the thrill had my whole body tingling. No one knew where I was going. No one knew who I was with. No one could save me.

"Hello my dear", he said with a devious grin.

"Hi" I said meekly, wondering if he noticed how much I was blushing.

"Are you ready to see Miami?" He asked. I had never been.

"Can't wait", I said. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted to have some sort of physical contact but that was against the rules.

We boarded the plane and he put our luggage in the overhead compartment. I sat by the window, he was gracious enough to allow me to since I didn't get to travel nearly as much as he had. First class was also a first for me and what a treat! I fastened my seat belt and sat there waiting in hungry anticipation. When he sat next to me our arms brushed one another and I swear I came just from the unexpected touch. 

"You just made me soak my panties", I said with a sly smile.

"Give them to me", he simply said.

"You want me to give you my wet panties?" I was curious.

"Don't make me ask you again. You will not like the consequences", and so it began.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. There were some people coming and going but I thought I could maneuver myself pretty quickly so I went for it. I unfastened my seatbelt and lifted my bottom from the seat. Reaching underneath my skirt I slid my very wet panties down my bare legs and balled them up in my hands. My heart was racing and he was obviously excited by the bulge in his pants. I offered my panties to him and he didn't move.

"Put them in your lap and keep them there", I was puzzled but I knew he was just trying to keep me uncomfortable for his pleasure. He liked to watch me squirm and I was. Every time someone walked past us, if they really looked hard they could tell that I was holding panties in my lap. No one said anything though so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The flight was very short and we talked a little about life and such. Nothing really sexual at all but I stared at his hard bulge as much as I could. I imagined all sorts of things and I didn't feel guilty at all. He made me leave my wet panties on the seat when we left. I loved feeling the breeze between my thighs and knowing I was wearing nothing under my skirt, meaning he could just lift it and have his way with me at any point, kept me soaked.

The hotel was grand and he was upgraded to the best of the best. It was something I had become used to and expected but not for something like this. This was supposed to be dirty and naughty but it felt like I was just on a fantastic vacation. The walls were almost completely glass from the floor to the ceiling and the view of the bustling city and high rises was spectacular. I stood in the middle of the room just taking it all in while he sat on the bed, watching me. I was admiring the view and grinning like a child in a candy store when he commanded that I remove all of my clothes.

"What are you waiting for?" he calmly asked. "Take off all of your clothes". I obeyed. I started with my top and then my bra. I dropped them to the floor and realized that anyone could be spying into these windows and that gave me an ever greater thrill. He had seen me naked in pictures many times before but this... this was thrilling. This was REAL and I dropped my skirt. There I was, vulnerable and so hot for him. My nipples and clit were so hard they were hurting.

"Do you need to pee?" he inquired. Which totally stopped me in my fantasy; it wasn't what I had expected him to ask. "Well?"

"Kind of..." I hesitantly answered.

"Then go and come back here to me quickly. Leave the door open I want to know what you're up to at all times. You're MINE this weekend." I scurried off to the bathroom. My mind was whirling and I was very curious to what he had in mind. I left the door open, which didn't bother me a bit because I didn't live alone and that was common practice in our house. My clit ached for relief. I returned to the bedroom and he was still fully dressed but standing by the bed.

"Lay on your back in the center of the bed", he commanded. I obeyed, as all good subs should and laid naked right on top of the luxurious bed. He went to his bag and pulled out four silk scarves and returned to me, tying one end of each to each of my arms and ankles. This is the only time he had touched me so far. I thought my pussy was going to swallow him whole. She was screaming at me, telling me she was horny or hungry. He tied me taut to the bed rails and I was spread completely like he was presenting me to him or to someone. Then it dawned on me and my heart raced as I silently panicked. What if he was going to rape me and kill me and leave me here for the maid to find me? What if he was going to invite all of his coworkers to come have their way with me and leave me tied up here for days? 

"Relax or the scarves will be too tight and they will leave marks on your body. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to ask any questions now would you?" He said with a big smile. I didn't relax. "You're safe... and hot as hell if I do say so myself. If you didn't trust me, you wouldn't be here so relax." And with those words, I did. 

He stood there admiring me and unbuttoned his shirt. After carefully folding his shirt over the chair, he removed his belt and left it on the bed. That made my pussy tingle a lot because I hoped he would use it on me at some point. He removed his pants and carefully folded those as well, hanging them on the same chair as his shirt. He stood there in his boxers with a huge erection and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Rubbing himself some through his boxers, he moaned a little. I was jealous because I wanted to be rubbed or at least rub myself! He dropped those to the floor and I was amazed. In person, his cock was so much yummier. I wanted to taste him and feel him and make HIM mine, but I was bound and couldn't move. I made an audible groan.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with a grin. He knew I was in need and got great pleasure out of knowing he controlled my fate. I shook my head, embarrassed and lying. I needed release and God his cock looked delicious. I watched him fondle and play with his shaft hungrily. Anguished over him spreading the gobs of pre-cum around on his head, wishing it was my tongue. I ached for him to be deep inside of me squirting his naughty-stranger seed. Then he did the unimaginable: he kneeled on the bed between my naked, spread and bound legs. 'This is it!' I thought. I felt the sheets beneath me cold and damp from the flood he was causing as he got closer and closer to my waiting pussy with his big cock. And with a devilish grin he jerked off all over my tummy, right above my clit and left me there while he dressed. I was distraught! Surely this wasn't it?!

"Where are you going? What are you doing? Untie me please!" I begged but he said nothing at all. I squirmed but stopped, remembering that the more I resisted, the tighter the silk scarves would be on me. He wasn't going to leave me there... he was a really nice guy; an upstanding member of the community, a great husband and father. An important businessman... 

And then he left me there. He took his keys, his wallet, his luggage and MINE... and he LEFT ME THERE covered in his cum and bound by silk scarves. I screamed and screamed for help but then I stopped, remembering how embarrassed I would be to be found that way. I was terrified. Even if I were to get free, and even if the maid found me the next day (provided that he didn't put the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the door...) how would I ever explain this to my boyfriend who would have to come and rescue me?" I began to cry. I cried and cried until I passed out from exhaustion.

I awoke sometime later to something cold being pressed against my lips. I jerked and pulled my head away and I realized that I couldn't see. Someone had blindfolded me and someone was putting something cold against my lips. How long had I been there and what had happened to me while I was passed out?

"Relax. I haven't been gone that long. You're a mess and you're dehydrated so drink this water." My dominant stranger reassured. I drank the water, hoping that it was indeed water. "I had a lunch meeting and brought you back some things to munch on if you're hungry." I nodded. Scared and needing to be held. My wrists and arms hurt. My legs ached and I needed to stretch. "Open your mouth wide" he mused as he fed me strawberries. "I didn't realize that you would cry... you're okay. Really." 

"I trust you...I just panicked a little" I said meekly.

"I know and it's okay. This is a first for both of us though I've been doing these things to you for months in my mind. You said it would be difficult to not touch you and it is but I have much resolve. You don't so I am keeping you bound, to make sure we stick to the rules. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do, I suppose. For now anyway..."

"I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere" he laughed and I heard him walk across the room. I had no idea where he was going or what he was doing but I heard him unzip something, luggage maybe? When he came back he didn't say a word or make a sound. I had no idea where he was but I could sense he was near. I was very uncomfortable waiting for him to cum on me somewhere. I knew it was coming... and then I felt something tickle me. It must have been a feather because I jumped out of my skin. I am VERY ticklish and he knew that about me. He traced a feather up and down my sides, making me squirm, which in turn made the scarves uncomfortably tight. I thrust my bottom up into the air to try and escape, also hoping to touch him in some way but the feather must have been long because no touching occurred. I pouted but he continued with the feather making me scream with both delight and despair. This continued for an unbearable amount of time and he made no sound at all. I would imagine he would be laughing at my misfortune but I heard nothing. Then I heard something that startled me! It sounded like whipping which meant he was snapping his leather belt together to frighten me. It both scared me and excited me and then I realized I had never been spanked anywhere other than my bottom and there was no way he could get to it so I begged him not to hurt me.

"Please don't hurt me!" I pleaded.

"I'll do with you as I please" and he blew hot breathe on my nipples. He was so close to me my pussy wanted to swallow him up.

"Lick them please!" I pleaded. He of course ignored me and kept blowing hot air on them and hovered over me, he must have been kneeling between my legs again because I could feel the heat from his groin on mine, and breathed on my neck. I melted right into that bed, or at least I felt like I had. The bed shifted a little and I could tell he was jerking off again. He groaned some and I heard his balls slapping his legs. I was insanely jealous. He stood up and I could feel like he was trying to balance over me.

"Open your dirty mouth" he demanded and I knew it was coming. I opened wide because no matter how much I hate the taste of cum, a good sub does as they are told and I wanted to be on my best behavior. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum shot all over my face and mouth. I left my mouth opened until he commanded that I swallow and I did. I smiled, licking my lips, knowing I had pleased him. A few minutes later he began untying me which was good because I really needed a shower!