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New Year's Resolution

By: GentleGeorge



Sara drove her car into the garage adjacent to the airport hotel. She found a parking place near the entrance. Before getting out of her car, Sara checked her makeup and ran a comb through her red hair.

Yes, she was going to go through with this. She had decided in late December that she really wanted to experience this. She had thought about it for over a month, hoping that an opportunity would present itself. She had broke up with her long-time boyfriend on New Year's Day, as he lived in another city, and it just was not working out. She had been on several dates since then, but again, the opportunity that she desired did not occur.

Sara quickly laughed at herself. Sure, someone is going to find little old me attractive. She was 41 years old, but not over the hill yet. She only stood 5-2, and she admitted she was a little heavy. But she more than made up with her auburn hair, her lovely breasts and ass, and her sexual appetite.

This would be the night. Sara had decided a couple of weeks ago that she needed to visit a hotel that was hosting a convention during the middle of the week. That would maximize her chance of accomplishing her resolution. The hotel she had chosen was near the international airport, and constantly hosted many nation-wide conventions. This particular convention was focused on medical technologies. There would be a wide variety of attendees, from salesmen to professionals. Sara worked in the medical field, so she could blend in to the convention. She really did not care what type of work they did, as long as they were married. Sara decided to come to the hotel about 9 pm on the third day of the convention. She knew that the married male attendees would be quite horny by then, and she would have the best opportunity to accomplish her resolution.

Sara got out of the car and walked towards the hotel entrance. Must remember where I parked the car, she thought. It was a little chilly, but Sara's winter coat provided her enough protection. She opened the door, and walked down the corridor. She had visited this hotel before when she actually attended a convention three months ago, so she was somewhat familiar with its layout.

Sara headed past the lobby to the spacious bar area. Oh, a target rich environment was laid out before her. But she walked past the bar, and headed to the coat check area. She gave the woman five dollars. She could not sit in the bar with a coat with her – a dead giveaway that she was not a guest in the hotel. 

Sara then walked over to a bank of phones to watch the crowd. The convention had several evening sessions scheduled to run for about two hours. Many of the sessions were now just getting out. Several of the men looked her way as they walked past her as she pretended to listen to her voicemail. Sara gave them a smile. Sara started to feel comfortable, and decided that she would follow the crowd into the bar area. She hung up the phone, took a look at her outfit in a hotel mirror to ensure that she indeed looked fine, and walked into the bar.

Sara found a seat at the bar where she could look at the mirror behind the bar and see almost everyone in the area. This would allow her to be a little discrete, as she scanned the crowd. As she expected, most of the people here were males, though Sara thought to herself that a few of the women present would be ideal sexual partners tonight. Sara cautioned herself that she was here to accomplish her New Year's resolution, and there would be other opportunities and times to explore her bi side.

She liked this hotel and this particular bar because she knew that a band would start playing in a few minutes. Sara loved to dance, and she figured it was a better icebreaker than the typical pickup lines that she often heard. Besides, women could always dance alone or with other women, no one thought the wiser. The band started its first set, a sort of jazzy modern number. By this time, the bartender, a perky young thing, had delivered her a seven and seven. Sara again cautioned herself that she would limit herself to no more than two drinks. The dancing would burn off some of the alcohol, but she wanted to be in control with a clear head tonight.

Looking at the mirror, she spotted three pairs that were potential partners. For what Sara desired, it would be important that the two men were comfortable with each other. Discretely glancing their way, Sara looked for the desired jewelry on their left hand. Clearly, she could see one pair with no wedding rings present. Scratch them off her list. Too bad, they looked like they might be exciting in bed. That left a pair sitting in the center and another pair in the back right side. The pair in center, she spotted one wedding ring. These two were also scanning the crowd, looking at the dozen or so women in the bar. The other pair was in an intense conversation with themselves. Probably salesmen trying to impress each other, Sara thought. Hmm, which group to approach first.

A man approached her from her left side suddenly interrupted Sara's surveillance. "Would you care to have your drink refreshed?" said the man, who appeared to be in his mid thirties and beginning to lose his hair. Sara's drink was more than halfway full. 


Sara turned and looked at the man and said, "Well thank you for asking, but I'm OK right now." The man smiled and said, "That's fine ma'am, I sure hope you are enjoying the convention?"

Sara smiled in return. "Yes, the convention is really fascinating with all the new technology that is being shown. Things are getting so small and easier to use. It should make my job a whole lot easier when some of this gets to market."

The man nodded in agreement. He seemed a little uncomfortable that Sara was jumping right in and talking about the actual convention. I guess she isn't a hooker then, he thought. "Hi, my name is Paul, and I'm from Norfolk, Virginia."

"My name is Sara, and actually, I'm from two hours south of here. I don't detect a southern accent. You are not originally from the Commonwealth of Virginia?"

"Nope, born in Pittsburgh PA. Been a salesman all my life, and have had the opportunity to move around quite a bit."

"You are so lucky. I was born in the central part of the state, and except for a trip to Europe five years ago, I have never been more than one state over," Sara said.

Sara glanced down at his hands. Yes, a wedding ring was attached to his index finger. Could this be the one?

"Paul, did you come alone, or did your lovely bride travel with you in order to do a lot of shopping in the city?"

"Funny you should ask that. Lauren did come on this trip, had some frequent flier points that were about to expire. She spent the day shopping. Lord, I'm going to have a big credit card bill! She got back, and we had dinner, then I came downstairs to attend a presentation. Lauren said she was going to take a short nap and rest up."

"Rest up for what?"

Paul turned a little red. He stammered, "Well, she said that she had bought some new clothes, and she was going to model them for me later."

"Just model new clothes?"

"Well, probably a little modeling, and well, you know, who knows what that might lead to."

"What would Lauren think about you offering to buy me a drink?"

"Actually, she would not mind; if it were to lead to something."

"Something?" said Sara.

Now Paul paused and looked around to ensure that no one was listening. He then said, "Lauren and I are looking to get with another woman for some fun."

"I see." Sara now could feel her own temperature grow higher. Her mind flashed back to the threesome she had had seven months ago with that man and woman, married, but not to each other. It turned out to be both women's first lesbian experience, so it was fun, but not great.

"What did I say or do to suggest that I might be interested in you and your wife?"

"Oh, I saw how you were using that mirror behind the bar to survey the crowd in the bar. I also saw how you happen to be pausing and watching a couple of the women over there. You licked you lip while you were watching them. Those were the first indicators."

"First indicators?"

"Then you asked about my wife. And then your remark about my saying she was going to model her new clothes. One thing led to another, I guess. I just seemed to get that vibe from you."

Paul continued, "It would not be Lauren's and my first time with another woman. She travels with me at least once every quarter, and while we are away from Norfolk, we try to have a threesome."

Oh, Sara thought, an experienced couple. That sounds like fun. But it would distract from why she came tonight. She needed time to think.

"Paul, do you have any pictures of your wife?"

"Yes, several of her," pulling them from his wallet. Paul showed Sara five pictures of Lauren. A couple of head shots, several of her standing next to a statue. "That's her when we went to Salt Lake City, that's where the Olympics happened last year." And there was another shot of her sitting in the back of a boat in a bikini. "And this is our trip out to Vegas, actually Lake Mead."

Sara looked at the pictures. Lauren looked to be a little taller than Sara; her breasts were certainly fuller than hers. Paul's wife was a very cute brunette. Not skinny, but not fat either. She looked good enough to eat.

"Paul, I must admit I find these pictures of your wife very attractive. There is a reason why I am hesitating in answering your request."

"And?"

"While, I came to the convention to have a threesome. I had a threesome with a gal and guy a few months back. It was fun, but it was my first time with a woman, and it was her first time too."

"So maybe we should go up to my room. But why do you hesitate? Do you want me to call Lauren and have her come downstairs so that you can meet her and talk first?"

"Paul, I came here to have a threesome, with two guys."

"Oh, I see now why you are so hesitate. It must be tough, choosing between a bird in hand, me and my wife, or the possibility of one of these guys out here."

"Yes, that is my problem. Well, I have not been successful in getting any of my boyfriends to agree to have another man join us in bed. Seems you guys really enjoy having two women though."

"Yes we do. Lauren has talked about having a threesome with another guy, but I either have not found someone I could trust or feel comfortable with."

"Why don't you go and ask Lauren to come down here?"

"OK, let me give her a call." Paul pulled out his cell phone, and called his room. "Hi Lauren, how was you nap?" Paul listened to his wife, nodding and affirming several things that she said. "Honey, why don't you put on some of those new clothes and come down to the Lobby Bar? Yes, that outfit would be quite attractive. Have I found anyone yet? Let's leave that until you get down here. Won't tell you if it's male or female. Maybe you will get your wish tonight honey. OK, see you in 15 minutes or so."

"Paul, so you might consider having Lauren have her threesome with another guy?"

"Actually, I figure that it might be easier to pick up a buddy of mine or another man around here, and then we could have a fore-some. Then each of us could get what we wanted out of tonight's activities."

"Well Paul, that is quite a solution to Lauren's and my problem."

"Just here to serve."

"OK, so who in this room do you know? Or do you want to go with a stranger?"

"Well, sharing my wife with another man for the first time, I think I might prefer an associate. But most of these guys can't keep a secret, and I see them every so often. Hate to have to share Lauren every trip. So let's wait until Lauren gets down here, and you two can pick from the litter."

"OK, may I have another drink? It was a seven and seven. Also, you better get Lauren a drink too."

"Bartender?"

This gave Sara a chance to think. This was even better than her resolution. At the worse, she would be spending the evening in Paul and Lauren's arms. She started to scan the room again, looking for a potential partner.

Paul got her new drink, and together they started to talk about each of the guys in the room. He pointed out a few of his buddies, and Sara mentally marked them off her list.

In a few minutes, Lauren came up to the bar. Paul picked up her drink and his, and suggested that they move to an empty table in the corner. That would give them a good view of the room. Paul introduced Sara to Lauren, and the two of them brought Lauren up on what they had been talking about and what they proposed.

Lauren said, "Oh Paul, that would be the best of both worlds. Are you sure you are ready to watch me with another man?"

"Well, I suspect that I might be busy myself, maybe too busy to watch. Duh, of course I will be watching you honey."

They all shared a laugh.

The band struck up an upbeat tune. "Lauren, would you like to go out on the dance floor? Maybe we can be the honey to attract a bee?" said Sara.

"Yes, that sounds like fun."

Lauren and Sara got up from the table, and moved out on to the dance floor. There were five or so other couples dancing, and it was not a slow song. Paul watched from the table, enjoying the two of them dancing together, thinking about what probably would happen later that night. Paul was also watching to see which guy might have the nerve to get up and dance with Lauren and Sara. He suspected a couple of guys were thinking about it. But none of them apparently had the balls to do so.

At the beginning of the next song, Paul got up and began dancing between Lauren and Sara. He was not a great dancer, and the two women offered some encouragement while trying to avoid laughing. After the song finished, Paul bowed and thanked each of them and went back to the table, while Lauren and Sara continued to dance.

One of the guys at the next table started to get up. He walked out on the dance floor, and approached Lauren and asked her to dance. Lauren said she was dancing with Sara, but if he would like to dance with them, he could. The guy started dancing around the two women, but it was apparent that he was attracted only to Lauren. After that song, he excused himself and sat down at his table with his buddies.

This seemed to open the door to several of the guys. Over the next three songs, several guys got up and danced with Laurent and Sara. At one point, Paul counted three guys dancing with them. The band then took a break, and Lauren and Sara returned to the table. Sara excused herself to go to the ladies room.

"Oh, Paul, you can really pick women I like. Sara is such a dear. I can't wait to get between her legs."

"Willing to serve. I don't know if we have any qualified males in this crowd."

"Well there are a couple of candidates – are we limited to just one?"

"Lauren, you are so mischievous. I think that four is all our little king size bed might handle."

Sara then returned to the table. "What have you two been talking about?"

"Paul thinks that there is no other male qualified for tonight. I told him that we might pick two or three. Paul thinks that the bed could not hold them all."

Sara just started laughing. Hmm, having several guys might be really fun. Plus having Lauren there, with all her experience, might broaden her horizons more.

As soon as the band started up, Sara and Lauren jumped up to dance. After the first song of this set was over, several of the guys who had danced started to get up, but realizing that the next song was a slow one, they immediately sat down. Except for one. He walked up to Sara, and asked her if she would like to dance. Lauren nodded, and started to walk off the dance floor. But Paul was there, and began slow dancing with her.

"Hi, I'm Sara."

"My name is Dan."

Dan was a fine dancer. He moved Sara around the dance floor. No bumping and grinding. This was really turning Sara on. Halfway through the song, Paul tapped Dan on the shoulder, and they exchanged partners. This time Lauren had the opportunity to move around the floor, while Paul ground into Sara's pelvis.

"Paul, I think we may have found our fourth."

"Yes, I agree Sara."

After the song ended, Lauren invited Dan back to their table. They chatted a bit. Dan was a technologist, and worked in northern California. Dan was married, but said he and his wife had an open relationship. Lauren did not believe him, and asked some really personal questions. Finally, Dan pulled out his cell phone, and called his wife. He gave the phone to Lauren, who then asked Dan's wife if she truly did not mind. It turned out that Dan's wife was already entertaining with their next-door neighbors, sitting nude in their hot tub.

Sara looked at her watch. It was almost 11 pm. Finally, Lauren and Sara asked Dan if they would like to go upstairs. It turned out Dan's room was much smaller than Lauren and Paul's, so they headed to the married couple's.

The four of them got in the elevator. After the door closed, Lauren started to kiss Dan. Paul pulled Sara to his lips. Hmm, Sara thought, he is such a good kisser. The elevator stopped on an intermediate floor, which caused the four to stop. No one got on, and as the door closed, Dan went over to kiss Sara, while Lauren and Paul watched. Dan was even a better kisser than Paul, not by much. This could be a good start to a very great evening.

They finally arrived at the right floor, and Dan and Sara followed Lauren and Paul to their room. Paul unlocked the door, and held the door as the three of them entered. They had a suite, a completely separated living area from the bedroom. Sara thought that they paid a fortune for this room, but Paul said he got it at his corporate rate.

Lauren dragged Sara into the bedroom, and told the guys that they needed to get comfortable. Paul said that they were going to get into the hotel bathrobes, and open a bottle of wine.

As soon as Sara walked into the bedroom and Lauren closed the door, she immediately began kissing Sara. Sara wrapped her arms around Lauren and returned the kiss. They kissed each other on the neck and mouth, and Lauren started to unbutton Sara's blouse. Between the kissing, Sara and Lauren somehow removed their clothes down to their bra and panties.

Sara now started to get a little worried, as there was no way she could fit into any of Lauren's clothes. Lucky, Sara was wearing some very nice underwear from Victoria's Secret, so she did not feel too underdressed.

Lauren pulled off her panties, and Sara could see that she was shaven except a thin half-inch wide strip above her vulva. She reached in the closet and pulled out a pink teddy. As she started to put it on, she reached into the closet and pulled out a Japanese kimono and handed it to Sara. Sara put it on as she watched Lauren put on her teddy. Lauren then handed Sara a hairbrush, and Sara combed her auburn hair. They both adjusted their make-up, and then stood up from the bed and admired each other.

"I should just lock the door, and let those two watch porno and play with themselves," said Lauren.

They both started laughing.

"What's that, the boys are using the phone," Lauren said. Sara looked over on the nightstand, and saw that the light was on. Lauren put her finger to her lips indicating to Sara to be quiet. Lauren then pressed the hands free button, and immediately pressed the mute button.

"Oh, Dan, Mary is eating me out while Sam is fucking her from behind."

Lauren said, "That's Dan's wife's voice! I bet that Paul and Dan decided to call in order to have a little phone sex while we got ready."

Sara went and sat down on the bed next to nightstand, so that she could better hear what was being said. Dan's wife was giving a blow by blow of what her neighbors were doing to her. Sara could feel herself getting excited.

Then they heard Dan's voice, "Brenda, go get your dildo and put on your strap on. I want you to fuck Mary while Sam fucks her up her ass."


New Year's Resolution



"Lose weight."

Beth snorted and pinched the side of Tina's trim thigh. "If you lose weight, you'll disappear, Tinkerbelle." Tina wiggled away from Beth's wandering fingers with a grin. "Think of something else."

"Stop smoking."

Beth laughed out loud at that. Tina hadn't ever smoked in her life. "Listen, princess, if you're not going to take this seriously, I'm going to have to tickle you again."

Tina squealed, grabbing for the covers and pulling them over her tousled blonde head. "No more tickling!" 

"Then tell me honestly..." Beth's hand sneaked under the covers, seeking heat. "What's your New Year's Resolution gonna be?"

Tina's eyes were bright as she peeked over the top of the comforter. "Okay, okay... you really want to know?"

Beth's hand had found the sweet spot she was searching for. The way Tina bit her lip when Beth slipped her fingers up and down in the wetness was both hot and endearing, and she felt her own body respond. 

"I wouldn't have asked, if I didn't want to know, sweetness..." Beth flipped the comforter off in an instant, making Tina squeal again at the shock and pedal back toward the headboard. Beth's hands gripped the blonde woman's thighs and pulled her downward with no effort at all. Tina was tiny, a lightweight, and she could toss her around like a little ragdoll when she wanted to. It was one of the many things Beth loved.

"Ohhhh god," Tina wiggled and spread as Beth's probing fingers and tongue found their way past her soft, smooth lips and into the pink folds inside. "I can't think when you're doing that, baby."

Beth fastened her mouth over the tender, swollen bud of Tina's clit. Her flesh was incredibly responsive, and Beth knew that in just a few moments time, she could bring the little blonde to a hard, quick orgasm. Tina's hips were already beginning to move against her tongue. Instead, Beth pulled back and grinned. "Well, in that case, I'll just stop until—"

"Nooooo!" Tina wailed, grabbing Beth's dark head and pressing her between her thighs. "Please, please..."

"Then tell me." Beth's tongue flicked back and forth, barely touching the woman's clit. "What's your New Year's Resolution gonna be? I told you mine, it's only fair..."

Tina groaned, reaching down and spreading her lips with her fingers, rubbing her own clit. "I can't... tell... you..." She was making fast circles, her breath coming in short, hard pants. 

"Ha!" Beth snatched the blonde's hand away from her pussy, wiggling herself between Tina's thighs and pressing her full, round breasts against Tina's mound. "You better tell... I swear, I'll tickle you again until you can't breathe!" Beth's fingers inched their way up Tina's sides and she squirmed, begging.

"No, no, no tickling!" Tina gasped and wiggled and Beth shivered as her nipples brushed through the slick wetness between Tina's thighs. "Okay, I'll tell you..."

With a satisfied smile, Beth kissed her way down Tina's smooth, flat belly, her eyes moving over the blonde's face, those sweet, delicate features twisted in pleasure as Beth began licking again. Tina moaned, rocking her hips up and down, her fingers twisting and tugging at her own little nipples, the pink flesh turning red with her attention.

"Oh yes!" Tina spread wide when Beth's fingers found her, slipping deep inside. "You know I love that..."

Beth did. Her fingers curled inside, seeking that sweet, sensitive spot and rubbing there, again and again. She loved watching Tina wiggle and squirm and moan under her mouth and fingers. There couldn't be anything better in the world. 

"My new year's resolution..." Tina gasped, her thighs trembling as she pulled them back to give Beth more room, deeper access. "Oh fuck, baby... please..."

Beth tried not to grin, but she couldn't help it as she flicked her tongue back and forth over that sensitive little clit. Tina's nails were digging into the soft flesh on the sides of her knees, making crescent shapes there as she rocked against Beth's mouth.

"Tell me," Beth urged, taking only a moment to say the words and then focusing again on the woman's clit, her fingers working hard inside, against the smooth walls of the little blonde's pussy. 

"Oooooo baby!" Tina's whole body was quivering. "Make me come first, and then I'll tell you! Please!" 

"You promise?" Beth's tongue pressed faster, harder, looking up into Tina's flushed face.

"Oh I promise!" she gasped, trembling with her longing. "Yes, yes, I promise, please! Make me come, oh baby, make me—"

There was no stopping it now. Tina quivered with her climax, one hand pressing Beth's dark head between her legs, the other rubbing hot, delicious friction over her nipple as she shuddered and bucked on the bed. Beth drank her in, swallowing the hot flood of her juices, thicker and more copious as she came and came into her waiting mouth. 

"Oh god." Tina's knees fell open, like spreading angel's wings, and she threw an arm over her eyes. "You're so good to me, I can't stand it."

"You promised," Beth reminded, her fingers walking up the sensitive, ticklish expanse of Tina's ribs, making the blonde whimper.

"Okay, okay!" Tina peeked out from under her arm and bit her lip. "I'll tell you."

Beth waited, her fingertips drumming over Tina's ribcage, making her jump. 

"My new year's resolution..." Tina took a deep breath and said it quickly, as if she were trying to get it out as fast as possible. "Is to buy a strap-on and fuck you with it." 

Beth's eyes widened and her heart lurched in her chest. "What?!"

Rolling to her belly, Tina hid her flushed cheeks against the cool surface of the pillow. "I told you I couldn't tell you! I knew you'd be mad!"

Beth's fingers moved over the soft flesh of Tina's behind, kneading there. She smiled and pressed her lips there. "I'm not mad."

Glancing hesitantly over her shoulder, Tina's eyes narrowed. "You're not?"

"No." Beth grinned as she eased past the shock of it, feeling her own pussy quivering at the thought. "In fact... I think we should go shopping."

Tina's eyes widened then, a hint of a smile on her lips. "We should?"

Beth stood and stretched, reaching for her t-shirt. "Get up and get dressed. We're going to the toy store."

The blonde's eyes were stunned, her jaw open, but not working. 

"Hurry up." Beth grinned. "Before I tickle you again."

That got Tina moving, and they both quickly dressed, the silence between them full of tingling anticipation.

* * * *

Beth shuddered as Tina held up a life-like dildo modeled after some male porn star. "You're not getting that thing anywhere near my cooch, girlie."

Tina giggled, waving it back and forth. "Come on... it's even got realistic balls!"

"Good, then I can kick them." Beth grimaced. "Put it back."

Tina put it back with the rest of the toy display with a sigh. "We're never going to find anything at this rate."

"Hey!" Beth edged over to the next aisle where several leather harnesses hung from hooks. "Now we're talking..."

Tina followed her, eyeing the thick straps. "Yeah. I can see myself strapping on one of these."

Beth's eyes gleamed. "So can I... damn, you'd look hot in this..." She lifted a leather harness and held it out in front of Tina's slim hips. 

"You can try it on, if you want."

Both women jumped and whirled to face the guy who had moved in behind them. He was an older man with a salt and pepper beard, and he was wearing a name tag that said: "Ron" below the "Sexy Stuff" logo. 

Beth blushed and blinked at him, quickly putting the harness back. "Oh, no. Thanks anyway."

Tina grinned. "Actually, do you have something that's fun for both the strap-on and the, uh, strap-ee?"

Ron smiled. "I sure do. Come this way." 

Beth snapped the elastic of Tina's skirt as she passed, making a face at her, but Tina stuck her tongue out, following Ron around the corner. Beth sighed, reluctantly following. Walking into a sex toy shop took enough courage for her, but talking about toys in front of someone—a man, no less! That was too much. 

"This one is nice, because it has a vibrating egg inside that's designed to stimulate the external genital area of the female wearer." Ron held up a black strap on with a large black dildo attached. Beth hid behind Tina, wincing as the blonde took the strap-on from the man and inspected it. "You can try it on if you like. We have a dressing room in back. For toys, we ask that you wear a pair of disposable panties that we provide, of course, and please, no penetration."

Beth could feel her face burning. She was all about being the dominant one in the bedroom, but as far as she was concerned, sex was private, and should be kept that way. They'd always argued about getting a strap-on, because while Beth wanted to order one via the Internet, Tina insisted that they had to see and feel the merchandise. Now Beth had finally relented, and she was face-to-face with a man talking to them about the "external genital area of the female!"

"I want to try it on." Tina grinned over her shoulder at Beth. "Lead on, Ron... where's that dressing room?"

Inwardly, Beth groaned, but she followed them both toward the back of the store. Ron took a key off his belt and unlocked a dressing room door. 

"There are disposable panties there, in those dispensers." He nodded toward the container on the wall. "Just let me know when you're through, or if you'd like to try something else. I can always get it for you."

Tina thanked him, pulling Beth into the cubicle and shutting the door behind them. Beth sank onto the bench, covering her eyes with her hands as Tina pulled a pair of panties out of the dispenser. They were wrapped in plastic, and she tore the wrapper eagerly with her teeth. 

"This is so embarrassing." Beth whispered, glancing toward the door, as if she were sure Ron was just on the other side, listening. 

Tina grinned, kicking off her shoes. "You're cute when your cheeks are all red like that."

"Brat." Beth's hand came down on Tina's behind as the blonde pulled her skirt and panties off. "We're alone now, you know."

"I know." Tina put her foot up on the bench beside Beth and spread her smooth pussy lips, showing her girlfriend pink. Beth's eyes brightened and she leaned in to kiss Tina's exposed clit, making her squirm and sigh. "Gotta get these panties on."

"Very fashionable," Beth remarked, licking her lips, loving the taste of pussy in her mouth and throat as she swallowed. Tina pulled the thin, stretchable mesh panties on. "I assume those are one-size-fits-all or something?"

"Probably." Tina stretched the material way out in front of her taut, flat belly. "These would fit a pregnant woman!" 

Beth fingered the leather straps of the strap-on and murmured, "This is sexy as hell." 

Tina's eyes brightened. "I know. Put it on me." 

Beth helped her with the straps, snapping and buckling them in place and pulling them taut. Tina stood in front of the mirror and wrapped her hand around the big, black cock, stroking it up and down the shaft. Beth bit her lip, watching, feeling her pussy responding to the sight of her girlfriend with leather straps across her hips and a huge dildo between her legs. 

"Like it?" Tina's voice was husky as she met Beth's eyes in the mirror. Beth just nodded, swallowing hard as Tina pulled her t-shirt off, so that she was completely naked except for the strap-on and mesh panties. "How about now?"

"Fuck, baby!" Beth breathed, her hand pressing between her legs over the crotch of her jeans. 

"Yeah." Tina's hips swayed as she came forward, pressing the black cock to Beth's lips. "I am... I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard..." Beth groaned, licking and sucking the head of the dildo, her eyes on her girlfriend's face. Tina smiled. "Play with yourself, baby. I want to watch." 

Beth unsnapped and unzipped, wiggling her jeans and panties down her hips to her knees. Her pussy—just as smooth as soft as Tina's, they shaved each other every other day—was soaking wet and her fingers sank easily into her flesh. 

"Think this thing has batteries?" Tina mused, searching for and finding the "on" switch. The vibrating egg between her legs began to hum and she gasped, her eyes half-closing in pleasure. "Ohhh yes... batteries included... thank god!"

Beth groaned around the shaft of the dildo as Tina's hips rocked, pressing the head of the cock deeper into her throat. Her clit was throbbing and she rubbed it in fast circles as Tina fucked her mouth. 

"That feels so gooooood, baby," Tina moaned, rolling her hips as she pressed forward. Beth knew that the vibrating egg was rubbing right against the blonde's clit through the disposable panties, and that the harder she pressed, the better it felt. "God, I can't wait to fuck you with this big cock..."

Beth groaned, rubbing faster, her pussy on fire. She moved the cock around and around in her mouth, pressing back hard, making Tina gasp and squirm. The rocking motion was rubbing the little egg over and over Tina's sensitive clit, and she tugged hard at her nipples.

"Oh god, oh god," Tina whispered. "I'm gonna come, baby!" Beth couldn't respond with the cock in her mouth, and she couldn't have, anyway, because she was coming, too, her mouth clamping down hard around the cock in her throat, her pussy rhythmically squeezing her own plunging fingers. Tina shuddered and arched, her hands on her hips, thrusting the big, black cock she was wearing deep into her girlfriend's mouth as she came, as if with every thrust, she was filling her with something.

When the knock came at the door, both women jumped and scrambled for their clothes, blushing furiously. "Ladies? Can I get you anything?"

"Thanks, Ron!" Tina called, tossing the disposable panties in the trash and pulling her clothes on. Beth snapped and zipped her jeans, her face flushed.  Tina quickly wiped the saliva off the dildo and she opened the door a crack to see the man smiling knowingly through the opening. "You know what... we'll take it!"

* * * *

"I didn't realize it was so damned big!" Beth gasped, wincing as Tina edged the huge black cock between her slick pussy lips. 

"Hold still!" Tina insisted, giving Beth's ass a slap and making her yelp.

"Hey!" Beth snorted, glancing over her shoulder at her girlfriend. "Who died and made you boss?"

"Seems to me, the boss is the wearer of the strap-on." Tina grinned, pressing her hips forward. Beth gasped as the dildo stretched her wide, sinking deep into her flesh. 

"You brat!" Beth squirmed, gripping the sheet in both fits. "God damn, that thing is fucking huge!"

"I know." Tina pulled back and out, slapping the dildo against her girlfriend's ass. "I like have a nice big cock to fuck you with."

"I'm starting to regret this New Year's Resolution business," Beth grumbled as Tina slid the cock head through her slit again, up and down. 

"Awww, don't be like that." Tina wiggled the tip against Beth's clit, back and forth. "Give it a chance. I think you're going to like it."

"You keep saying that..." Beth murmured, arching back as Tina rubbed her pussy with the hard cock. It tickled her sensitive clit, back and forth, round and round, making her squirm for more. 

"I promise..." Tina turned on the vibrating egg and the dildo vibrated a little too, making Beth moan softly and spread wider. "You're gonna like it, baby." 

"I do like that," Beth gasped as Tina rocked the cock back and forth through her slit. "We could do that all day..."

"Rub your clit for me," Tina urged, easing back. Beth's fingers searched out her throbbing clit and made little circles there. "Does that feel good?"

"Mmmm..." Beth wiggled and arched, rubbing faster. 

"Don't stop." Tina aimed the cock, attached around her hips with leather straps, and thrust. Beth groaned, but she didn't stop touching herself. The thick black cock eased her open inch by inch and Tina pressed forward until she felt resistance. 

Beth felt the vibration of the egg all the way through the shaft of the dildo as Tina began to rock, fucking her slowly. Tina's thumbs kneaded the flesh of her ass, opening her up further with the motion. Beth's fingers rubbed faster and faster, her clit aching. 

"How's that, baby?" Tina gasped, thrusting in and out, a little faster now. "Is that good?"

Biting her lip, Beth pressed her cheek to the sheet, which arched her back even further, pushing the cock deeper. Tina's silky thighs brushed hers with every thrust. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt incredible! The dildo opened her wide, sinking deep into her flesh with every pass. 

"Oh god!" Tina moaned. "Your pussy is so gorgeous... you should see this cock fucking your hot little hole..."

Beth moaned, too, her clit like a thick pulse under her fingers. She was so close to coming that her whole body was trembling with it. Tina thrust faster, her hips rocking and her breath coming in short pants. Her thumbs rubbed Beth's ass, working inward until she was massaging around her tight little asshole. 

"What are you doing?" Beth wiggled and squirmed, moaning. 

"Feel good?" Tina's finger pressed the little rosebud hole, massaging around and around. "It's so tight. Maybe I'll fuck you there, next."

Beth startled at the thought, but her pussy throbbed in response. "Oh god..." her voice was a low growl, her back arching. "Ohhh fuck, baby, make me come all over that big, fat dick!" 

That did it for both of them. Tina made a low noise in her throat as she bucked up against Beth's shuddering ass. They came together, Tina's finger slipping into Beth's ass and wiggling there, sending extra waves of pleasure through them both. Beth eased forward, the cock slipping out of her pussy, and she rolled over to smile at her girlfriend. 

"Here." Tina eased herself over Beth, straddling her chest. "Lick it."

Beth did, sucking and licking her own juices off the thick end. 

Tina watched, her eyes bright, easing the cock a little further into Beth's mouth. "That was so fucking hot."

"Especially when you put your finger in my ass," Beth murmured, licking up the shaft. 

Her eyes brightened and Tina smiled. "You liked that, huh?"

Beth nodded, reaching under the dildo to press her hand to Tina's mound, making her shiver. "Yeah... a lot."

"Well then... maybe next time, I'll put that big black cock in your ass." Tina grinned.

Beth pressed the vibrating egg hard against Tina's pussy and grinned back. "Promises, promises."

"Not a promise... a resolution."

Beth leaned in to kiss her. "I love your resolve."

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New Year's Resolution



Our old friends, Suzanne and Dale, were having a big New Year's bash at their summer place at Lake Arrowhead. Since it was a long drive for most of their friends, we knew most of them would be staying overnight. With that in mind, we headed up early to stake a claim to one of the good spots. We got lucky and were able to nab one of the two guest rooms with it's own bath and a nice queen-sized bed. With the sleeping arrangements taken care of, we were able to relax and enjoy ourselves.

Unfortunately for me, I enjoyed myself too much. After indulging in a couple of pot brownies in the evening, then starting on the champagne (I rarely drink anything at all other than an occasional beer) I was already out of it by eleven o'clock. With my wife's help, I made it into our bed for the night and collapsed. I vaguely remember a "Happy New Year" and a kiss before she left, but I'm not even clear on that. I do know that the noise of the party didn't enter into my consciousness at all. 

Sometime later I had to rush to the toilet to pray to the porcelain god. After I was done emptying out my stomach, I thought how lucky we were to have a bathroom right next to our room. As I tried to get back to sleep, I heard the bedroom door open, the sounds of the party indicating that it was probably somewhere past midnight. Someone walked through the room to the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, it became clear that a couple was in there making love. It was a bit of a turn-on hearing them go at it, their moans easily filtering through the door with the occasional sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I wished I had the energy to get up and listen at the door, but my body ordered me to stay where I was. In fact, I was asleep before they finished. I didn't even here them leave the bathroom and return to the party.

I don't know how much later it was when I was awoken again, but I could hear no sounds from the party. I became aware of some slight movement in the bed, and some whisperings. Obviously, my wife had come to bed by now, but who was she whispering to?

"Stop it! Go back to sleep! Damn, you're so hard! Are you always so horny?"

"Shhh! Stop taking so much, just back that ass up!" I could barely make out the male voice on the other side of the bed. "Damn right I'm horny! That bathroom fuck was just a taste. You know you want more!"

That had been Teresa in the bathroom earlier, fucking another guy? I couldn't believe it! And now she was lying just a foot or so away from me, perhaps getting ready to do it again? My mind was reeling even more than my stomach. I lay there motionless, anxiously awaiting what was to come. 

The rocking of the bed and my wife's soft moans told me what her decision was. Though it was too dark to see, I could tell from the sounds and her breathing that she was facing me while he was slowing penetrating her from behind. I could hear the light sound of his flesh bumping against her ass as he moved more forcefully against Teresa's soft ass. 

"Stop it!" Teresa's voice was insistent. "It feels good but you're making too much noise. Let me do it!" I could feel and hear their movements, but I wasn't sure what was going on at first. Then I heard my wife whisper, "Let me show you how I can milk that big dick of yours" and I knew she was going to straddle him and give him a fucking he would remember just by gyrating her hips. She loved to do that to me, taking complete charge of the fuck and, in her words, showing what a 'wild ride this old married lady is!" Whoever this guy was, he would be getting a thrill he'd remember.

They made almost no noise now, but the bed was still moving rhythmically as Teresa worked over his cock. Now I could make out his moans as she ground her pelvis into him, and worked the pussy muscle magic on the dick inside her. At first, I couldn't hear my wife at all, but after several minutes she began to groan with pleasure, repeatedly murmuring "Oh Tom! Tom!" I wondered if it was the Tom that was Dale's tennis buddies. I couldn't think of any other Tom's at the party, but I didn't know everybody at the party. He had come to the party alone, but I doubted it was him as he was good looking guy nearly twenty years younger than my wife and I, so he probably would have plenty of opportunities with the younger single ladies.

As she continued her ministrations, I could occasionally make out an "It's so deep!" or "You're the best!" After one of the comments, Tom growled "Better than your husband over there?" 

My wife didn't hesitate. "Yes, oh yes!"

"Keep telling me that! Tell me how you want me more than him!"

At first I couldn't hear anything, then I could barely make out her voice almost chanting, "You are better then my husband! You're better than Rick!" It was humiliating to hear. As the fucking continued, she varied her words, maybe to excite him more. "Your cock reaches into places his never could. I love your cock. Make me cum like he can't!" I wanted to say something, do something to stop them, but that would have been even more humiliating, so I just lay there letting them finish. As long as I pretended not to hear, it would be alright.

Finally he came inside her as she claimed, rather loudly to my surprise, that she was cumming again! After laying still on him for a few minutes, I felt her roll over next to me and sigh contentedly. She admonished him, "Now go to sleep and leave me alone. Otherwise, find some other bed to stay in." I heard him laugh softly, replying "Oh no, I like this bed just fine. Good night, Teresa." She giggled in turn and returned the good night wish.

Surprisingly, I was able to get to sleep quickly despite the raging thoughts in my head. Undoubtedly it was the alcohol still affecting me, as well as the long-term effects of ingesting pot. Unfortunately, it didn't affect me enough to sleep through what happened next. When I awoke again, it was near dawn with just a hint of light flowing into the room. It wasn't the changing light that had disturbed me, but the movement of the bed again. Cautiously, I peeked through my partially opened eyelids. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

There was the form of my wife (it was still too dark to make out facial features, but I had no doubt who it was) on all fours getting drilled from behind by Tom. The bed was really rocking now, and her ass was resounding loudly with each thrust, but they seemed not be aware or care. Teresa's face was buried in a pillow, which muffled her screams, but they made not other concession to the fact that her husband was lying right next to them. They obviously were convinced that after getting away with making love the other two times that I was out for the count and all restraints were off. 

I watched and listened for at least twenty minutes as Tom gave my wife a royal fucking. He varied the speed and depth, sometimes teasing her, sometimes giving a circular motion to the proceedings, and sometimes just banging away hard and deep. Once she collapsed onto her stomach, her body just giving out from the pleasure, but she didn't resist when he pulled her hips back up, and penetrated her again. In fact, from the way she began to thrust her hips back into him, it appeared as though she had gotten a second wind.

When he came, finally, they both collapsed face first on the bed and just lay there, sweating and breathing hard. I knew I wasn't going back to sleep now, so I just lay motionless, listening to the breathing change from recuperation to sleep. When I was convinced it was safe, I got slippers and a robe from the bathroom and slipped out of the bedroom. I was completely sober now.

As I walked through the house and went downstairs, it was easy to see the party had gotten wilder after I went to bed. As the morning light filtered in, one could see there were people everywhere, with all the sofas and couches taken and several people huddled in sleeping bags on the floor. I noticed a two pairs of panties casually discarded on the floor, and noticed two couples sleeping with people that weren't their partners as of last night. The only place there was any privacy was in the kitchen, so I started some coffee brewing and sat in the silence pondering what had happened.

The coffee made me feel better, and as I reflected on the previous night, I realized I was not only upset, but turned on as well. I had never seen Teresa so turned on, so verbal. She was normally not that enthusiastic about sex, but whoever this Tom was, he had managed to change that. My wife had been a wildcat up there, something I had never managed to accomplish. Without being aware of it, my robe fell open and I began to play with my hardening dick as I pictured my wife getting fucked from behind and loving it!

"Happy New Year to you too Rick." Suzanne was standing there watching me jerk off. She had come into the room so quietly I hadn't even heard her.

"Shit, what the f . . . How long have you been standing there?"

Suzanne giggled as I fumbled the robe closed. "Oh, I'd say about an inch and a half ago! Do you want me to leave you alone so you can finish?"

"No, NO! Sorry, Suzanne, I thought I was the only one up."

"You probably are this morning. You were probably the only one that wasn't last night."

"What do you mean? What happened after I went to bed?"

Suzanne laughed some more. "That would be telling, but let's just say several of the people at the party started the New Year off with a bang. I was nervous about how well having the party here would work out, but I think when people realized they'd have to stay overnight it freed them up to enjoy themselves more."

"What about Teresa? Did she enjoy herself after I left?"

"I would think so." Suzanne smiled at me while adding some coffee to my cup. "There were several more men then women here, as you know. You'll be relieved to hear that she didn't seem to lack for companionship after you abandoned her." I began to object at her words, but she talked right through me. "Tom—you know who I mean?—seemed quite taken with her. I think Teresa got a kick out of having such a young man flirting with her at a party. That had to feel good for her ego. I lost track of them, though, after midnight. She did make it back to your bed, didn't she?"

From the smile on her face, it was clear that she knew my wife made it to my room, and that she wasn't alone. I left her comment alone and began to help her clean up the kitchen and get breakfast ready. Suzanne kept describing the party as we worked, delighting in giving me gossipy details about what I missed, including subtle digs about what Teresa had done, especially with Tom. From what I could gather, and she took perverse pleasure in keeping things unclear, my wife and Tom had been openly displaying public affection much of the night. Suzanne was 'fairly certain' that it was Tom that my wife gave the first New Years' kiss to. Fortunately, other people started waking up and working their way to the smell of the coffee, so the slow torture by detail was ended. 

It didn't stop for long however. As more of our friends and fellow party-goers appeared, it became clear that many if not most of them knew what my wife had been up to. Several people made comments to me, and even more gave me looks ranging from pity to derision. It got even worse after 10 a.m., when Teresa finally came downstairs, followed not a minute later by Tom. My wife gave me a kiss, and asked how I was doing and I could see everyone's eyes on me. I assured her I was fine while Tom just stood off to the side, smiling smugly. I was sure everyone knew what had happened. 

"So Tom" Suzanne asked maliciously "did you find a decent place to sleep?"

"Actually no, Suzanne," he replied while looking over at Teresa and I. "I found a bed that wasn't being completely used, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. It seemed like there was always a banging noise in the bed."

This brought smirks and giggles from those paying attention, and my wife at least had the good grace to blush. I knew I had to get out of there. We had planned on spending the day with Suzanne and Dale before driving home in the afternoon, but I knew I could never make it. I went upstairs to pack our stuff while Teresa finished her breakfast. When I finished, I put our things in the car, and went back to say our goodbyes. Teresa was embarrassed by our sudden departure, but she could see I was upset though she didn't know why. She kissed Suzanne and a few others goodbye while I shook hands with some of friends. The looks in their eyes told me all I needed to know, but just to make sure, my old friend Dale had to drive the point home.

"It's too bad you have to leave, Rick. I was hoping we could get some doubles in. Tom here says he's got some strokes to show you that would really help your game." I could hear laughter coming from the house until the slamming of the car door finally closed it out.

"Well," I demanded.

"Well," my wife replied. "Do you want to know what my New Year's resolution is?"



New Years Resolution



Mary Parker sat at the kitchen table with her feet propped up in a second chair. She eyed her red toenails over the rim of her coffee cup and smiled as she wiggled her toes. Thoughts of John, her husband sucking on them so sweetly and tenderly made her shiver. 

That had been last night as they took the Christmas tree down. She had been on the ladder and he was playing around. It hadn't led to anything but it reminder her of New Years Eve and the great sex they had had leading up to, during, and after midnight. The shiver returned.

Thanksgiving had been a bitch with the whole damned family over but Christmas had been easy as everything was at her sister's house this year. They alternated now that mom was older and dad was gone. Thoughts of her dad always made Mary sad, especially this time of year.

Thoughts of her dad brought her back to John and her New Years Resolution. She had watched as her mom let the sex and excitement die in their marriage. She saw how her father had withdrawn into himself in his later years as her mom found other interests.

In the afterglow of their midnight New Years Eve sex, Mary had vowed to never let that happen to her and John. Mary grinned. John was a very good lover once she got him started. New Years Eve, she had all but sat on his face to get his attention away from the parties being shown on TV. 

Once he got the idea, he had ravished her right there on the living room couch. 

*****

They had been cuddling on the couch, her in one of his oversized t-shirts and him in a pair of silk boxers she had given him for a birthday. It was still an hour until midnight. Mary got up and went to the kitchen to refill the dip bowl and to get the wine bottle.

When she returned, John had stretched out on the couch, his head on one of the throw pillows. With a grin, Mary stepped between him and the TV as she bent to set the dip and wine bottle on the coffee table. She really didn't need to bend as much as she did but it stuck her ass out right in front of John's face.

Hands on her hips and then a hot wet tongue exploring the folds of her sex made her gasp and then moan as it explored her depths with a swirl. Mary bent farther and placed both hands on the coffee table as she pushed her ass back against her husband's face.

"I'll give you a couple of hours to quit that," she whispered huskily.

John chuckled and mumbled as his tongue swirled deeper into her sex. Mary groaned and slowly flexed her hips. "I'll take that as a, yes dear."

John nodded against her ass cheeks and continued to lick deep in her sex. Mary took a little half step to the side and groaned as his tongue went even deeper and his chin brushed her rapidly swelling clit.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come way before midnight," Mary said as she tilted her ass higher as she arched her back downward.

John lifted his head, licked her from her clit to her tailbone and whispered, "Then I'll just have to keep doing it until after midnight. I figure you'll be on orgasm number twelve by then."

Mary shivered and groaned. He was not kidding and she knew it. According to him, her record was thirteen in one night that he could confirm. She hated to tell him but it was more like twenty major ones and a dozen smaller ones that she could remember.

His tongue returned to tickle and tease her anus. She shivered hard and squirmed from side to side. "In that case I need to get in a more comfortable position. I'd hate to fall and break something, like the coffee table."

John chuckled and swatted her on the ass. "One of these days, I'm going to tie you to that damned coffee table and see just how many times I can make you come."

With a giggle, Mary straightened up and whipped the t-shirt off over her head. "And me without an inch of rope in the house," she whispered as she turned and straddled John's shoulders facing his head.

She squatted and brushed her clit against the tip of his nose. His tongue shot out and licked her slit with fluttery flicks as his hands came up and caressed her ass and hips. Mary rocked her hips and sighed deeply as his tongue once again explored her depths. 

Leaning forward at the waist, Mary rested her forearms on the arm of the couch. She teased herself on the tip of John's nose as his tongue did wonderful thing to her pussy. Each time her hips started to quiver, she would raise up slightly and let herself calm down. 

About the fifth time she did so, John grabbed her hips, pulled her down and latched onto her clit. He sucked on it and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Mary gave a deep groan and then a sharp yell as her first orgasm of the night washed through her system.

*****

Mary pushed back with her arms and sat down heavily on John's stomach. She hadn't meant to sit down so hard but she had to get away from his mouth and tongue before she died. John gave out with a loud grunting noise, which made Mary giggle. 

"First you try to drown me, then you try to knock the wind out of me, and now you're laughing at me. I'd spank your butt but you'd like it too much," John grumbled but he was smiling as he did.

"Laugh at your funny noises, yes. Laugh at you, never," Mary whispered as she slid down his body until she was sitting astraddle his hips. His hot hard dick pressed nicely between her nether lips as she leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was soft, sweet, and lingering. When Mary raised her head, she licked her lips and grinned. "You taste like my pussy."

"You're limber but not that limber," John teased, grinning back at her.

"If I was, absolutely nothing would get done around here and you know it." Mary told him with a giggle.

"You would get done, time and time again," John said and then laughed.

Mary stood up suddenly and shifted her hips from side to side. "Get those boxers off and I'll show you who's going to get done." She wiggled her hips again as his hands went to the waistband. 

Lifting his hips, John pushed the boxers down to his knees and then lifted his hard manhood until it pointed straight up. 

"Someone's a little eager," Mary whispered with a grin. "Lay that thing back down, I want to get it good and slippery first. I might even try it with some dip on it."

"I thought you were the one in a hurry," John said as he let go of his dick. It slapped against his lower belly when he did.

"I was but now that the initial edge is off, so to speak...." Mary said softly as she sat down straddling his hips. His hard shaft pressed tightly into her slippery slit. She rocked her hips and felt him slide easily along her sex. "Now I want to savor everything."

Mary rocked her hips as John reached up and caressed her breasts. She made a deep purring sound in the back of her throat as she arched her back. This pressed her breasts tighter to John's hands and changed the angle her pussy rubbed on his hard dick. The purr got louder.

"You sound like the pussy cat that found a bowel of cream."

Mary opened her eyes and smiled down at her husband. "I plan on getting that cream as deep in my pussy as it will go."

John grinned and lifted his hips slightly, pressing his dick tighter to her slit. Mary groaned and shivered. Then she frowned at John. "Behave, I'm doing this my way."

"Maybe I should spank you. You're getting awfully uppity as of late."

Mary laughed. "The only way I want you to spank my ass tonight is with your hips driving your dick deep into my pussy. This is just foreplay. At midnight I want to be bent over the arm of this couch."

"Your wish is my command," John whispered as he lowered his hips back to the seat cushion.

*****

Mary sighed deeply and then sipped her coffee. John had been good on his word. He had spanked her ass deliciously and ground his hips against her ass as he came. She had been coming from the time he entered her forcefully and really went off when he did.

A loud moan escaped from Mary's lips at the memory of that orgasm. John had literally carried her to bed a little later and cuddled up behind her. That was when Mary made her vow.

Sometime around daylight, she had woken up with John slowly fucking her well lubricated pussy from behind. 'This is the way it should be all the time,' Mary thought as she arched her back and moved forward at the waist so John's dick went in straighter and deeper. A series of small orgasm washed all thoughts away except for the glow that filled her body.

*****

Setting her coffee cup down, Mary stood up and stretched. John was still in bed. He usually slept in on Saturday mornings. Pulling the oversized t-shirt off over her head, she grinned and headed for the kitchen door. Today was the third of January and time to put her New Years resolution into effect.

She could feel the wetness between her upper thighs as she walked across the living room and started up the stairs toward the bedroom. John was about to get breakfast in bed and a blowjob. That thought made her shiver and walk down the hall faster.

"John! Oh, John!" she called with a grin. "Wake up, your wildest dreams are about to come true." 



New Years Resolution



I don't know why I'm writing this story. It sort of seems pointless as I doubt anyone will read it, or if they do, its doubtful they'll believe it. The strange thing is, that even though I'm going to tell you things that sound awful, and I'll admit that if I told this would happen a year ago I would be horrified. I just am not that upset about them anymore. Its probably a mark of how conditioned I've become. Regardless, I'm not going to attach my name to this as in a week none of that will matter. But then I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm not a writer so forgive me if this seems rough around the edges.

I remember it being a Monday when this whole thing started. The first Monday after New Years. Like so many years in the past, THIS year, I was going to get to the gym. I had Christmas with my family like I always did. My sister came with her handsome husband. She has two children and looks like she just stepped out of a Victoria secrete magazine. I love her to death and she's so sweet. I don't know if she's ever said a mean word to me. I know that she works for that body of hers and that SHE hits the gym like every day. But I still couldn't help but hate her for it. I was only 22 and she was 27 and I had "time" but I had hardly had what anyone would call a boyfriend up to this point. 

I blame my mom. Like my sister, she has always stayed in shape. She was Miss Washington, something she never lets me forget. And really, I think she believes her badgering me about my weight was really something that would help me in life. She got everything she wanted though her looks; my dad and his money included. The fucked up thing is, I don't the she really loves him. She just seems so bland and indifferent. Maybe that's why I didn't make the effort to stay in shape or to really take care of myself; I didn't want any part of the life she made for herself. Sure I had an extra 20-30 lbs but at least I wasn't her. Or that could just be an excuse.

Either way, there I was on the first Monday after New Years, signing up for a new gym that had just opened. The girl signing me up looked like her other job was as a stripper. Super tight body, obviously peeking out from under her shirt and her shorts. When she stood me in front of the full length mirror and asked me what about my body I didn't like, it was almost too much humiliation to take. I remember feeling on the verge of tears. But I pushed them back. THIS year I was going to stick to it! I wanted a boyfriend and then a husband. I had a pretty good job doing marketing for a pro basketball team and was happy with my income, a thing a lot of women my age can't say. But I wanted more.

Now let me straighten something out. I wasn't fat. I was 20....maybe 30 lbs overweight. And for the most part my body was okay. I did have my mother's genes for boobs, so I was lucky that way. I had posted on "Rate My Rack.com" and had first place locked down with my 36DD's for months. Yea, I know, its a bit sleazy, and a bad way to value yourself, but what the hell.

Anyway, I'm sitting there with this girl and she sees the despondency on my face and starts to ask me about it. I don't remember what I said, but I opened up and told her WAY more than I wanted to. I told her how every year I had come, determined I would work out, and every year I stopped after 3 weeks. I was almost sobbing at her desk when I heard the words that will forever be etched in my mind: "I have a secrete." "I had the same problem as you did two years ago, but found a way to fix it."

I stopped and looked up. Her tone of voice had changed, her look on her face had changed, and I realized this wasn't apart of the normal health club rhetoric. "What?..I mean how?" I stammered the words out. She explained that two years ago she had been in the same situation and someone had told her their secrete. There was a doctor she knew that would install a little device for you that monitored your heart rate. If you didn't keep it up over 120 bpm for 20 minutes a day, it would shock you. Hard. Hard enough that you defiantly would want to exercise.

I stat there, probably with my mouth wide open. "You did?" "OMG...did it work?"

"Yea, it worked. I've exercised every day without fail. Well except for one day a week. Its set to give you one day off."

"God, where did you get that done? Is it expensive?" The questions poured from me until she gave me a card. "Dr. Stevens" it read in plane font with a phone number. 

"You just call him, and go into his office. You can get it installed on your first appointment. It works, and I got the bulk of it covered by insurance. But I should warn you, he won't take it out for you. It defeats the purpose."

I walked away from her with my new Gym membership, and Dr. Stevens card in my hand. And I KNEW I was going to call him. This was going to substitute for my will power, and would help me get what I wanted. I couldn't wait till I saw my Mom next and I was in better shape than my sister! I was so excited. I could just picture myself telling her to "fuck off" and that I never cared how she felt about my weight.

I called the Doctor, and it was exactly as I expected. A waiting room, two other women similar to me. They called my name and I went in. There was a nurse. She took notes while he asked me questions. He explained that what he did here and asked me to sign a documents and consent forms. I read a good chunk of them. It said right there, in plain black and white that:

"the device is a commitment. I will not remove it, nor should any other doctor make an attempt to remove it without contacting me. It can be turned off if you need surgery or something happens that requires you to be inactive." It also said "we have 100% success rate," which I completely believed. 

He explained how he installed it under the skin just below my pelvic bone. It didn't leave a scar, and no one could tell it was there. It charged off the motion of my body and would be there indefinitely. Some installs were out to 12 years now with no problems and no side effects. The shocks weren't dangerous at all and used such a low current that the only reason they were painful was because they were so close to the nerves. They would start softly as a reminder and build over the next hour. For a whole hour after the warnings, very strong shocks would be delivered causing strong pain and contractions. Once the heart rate went up over 120, they would stop.

I know now that I was crazy for saying yes, but it seemed simple enough. He demonstrated the shocks with a little device. The warnings made me tingle. The other shocks made me yell out the first time. I was defiantly going to be working out. And that's why I said yes. It was a way of assuring that I'd get everything I wanted. I signed the paperwork.

They put me out, and I woke up probably an hour later in the recovery room. I went home. They told me I had one week to do whatever I wanted, and then it would be over. The device would turn on and my schedule would be set.

The week FLEW by. I actually even went to the gym the first two days, thinking I would test to see how hard it was to get my pulse up that high. Was harder than I thought to get it up there and keep it there for 20 minutes. True to my nature, after the 2nd day I didn't go. On day three I noticed something different. In the middle of the night I woke up and my pussy was tingling. I was soaking wet already and it was easy to move my fingers to my pussy and finger while rubbing my clit. I exploded in an orgasm right away cumming so hard that the contractions were almost painful. I fell right back asleep so quickly it was almost like a dream.

Day four the same thing happened again. I awoke to a tingeing wet pussy that was just dying to be touched. This time it took me two orgasms before I could stop feeling horny and each set of contractions seemed more intense than the others. I woke up remembering the orgasms in the night and it made me horny right away. I came again before leaving for work. Twice. 3 orgasms a week were pretty standard for me, so 5 in a 48 hour period was pretty intense.

That day at work I found I was horny again. My pussy wet and tingeing in the middle of the day. So much so it was distracting. For the first time I made my way to the bathroom, locked the door, and much to my surprise spent the next 15 minutes cumming 3 total times. I was shocked actually that I had done that. I liked the limited sexual experience that I had, but didn't really think of myself as a horn dog. Now I was concerned that the device I just had installed maybe had something to do with all of this. Maybe it was some sort of side effect?

I called. Got the nurse and explained to her what had happened. I left out a few of the details. I didn't want her to know that I had cum at work, so I just told her that I was feeling "Extra aroused" and wondered if that was something the device caused. I was shocked when she asked me point blank, "Did you cum?" "Well, I....um....yes I did." I answered. Then added "Once." The nurse put me on hold.

When the doctor came on the line he sounded relaxed and composed. He asked me again how many times I had felt the arousal and how many times I had cum. I lied again. "I was turned on a couple of times but I just came once." The doctor replied, "According to our data you came 5 times over the last few days." "Is our data wrong?" I was shocked. "You can tell that?" 

The doctor replied, "Why yes, it was all in the paper work. We monitor a number of functions and store the data for our research." I didn't know what to say exactly but "Oh." He continued:

"the device works by charging itself as you move. Sexual excitement tends to charge it more than most activities since its near your pelvis. The tingeing your feeling is the device discharging when it becomes too charged. Normally its so little that you can't feel it. We'll turn it down a bit from here. It won't be as strong when it discharges, but it will happen more often. Let me know how this works."

I was shocked. I said "Okay," and sort of just, hung up the phone. I knew the device wasn't going to be removed, but I didn't know if I was prepared for this. Dr. Stevens would know every time I came. What else would he know? Will it being less strong and more often bother me more? The answer came a few short minutes after. I could feel it "discharging" again. It defiantly was less intense but still made me feel horny. I resisted touching it this time as I knew that, from what the doctor said, it would only make it worse.

The next few days were hard. I came every day but was able to keep from cumming at work at least. The arousal made me bring an extra pair of panties to work during the day to change. At least I had Saturday and Sunday off. I came 5 or six times each day on the weekend. I lost track really, and while I wasn't at work I actually kind of enjoyed it. Yes, it terrified me but at the same time orgasms aren't really a bad way to spend a day. I had heard other girls did this, but its just not something I was every horny enough to do. Maybe I'd learn to be able to deal with it better at work. 

Monday was my first workout day. Work actually passed without much incident. Yes, I could feeling the humming on my pussy and was even tempted enough to rub my clit a little, but I stopped myself. I kept focus I knew that it would start shocking me at 11:00 PM to give me a warning, so I planned to work out at 7:00. Plenty of time. I busted my ass. For the first time at the gym I could say that I really gave it my all. My heart rate was up WAY over 120 for like 30 minutes. I was wiped out. I figured I'd wait up till 12:00 and see what happened. Would I get shocked? But I fell asleep on the couch way before that and slept soundly.

The next day at work was actually great. I had slept really well and I had gotten a ton done. I noticed a little tingling but nothing that drove me to distraction too badly. I went home, masturbated three times, then went to the gym. I worked out came home again and ate, falling asleep this time in bed. This was great! I felt like for the first time I would do the same thing tomorrow and I had confidence in myself. 

I woke up early, at about 5:00 to the tingeing in my pussy. I came 4 times ...and couldn't believe it when my when my alarm broke me out of it in the middle of the 4th one at 7:00. Had I really spent two hours masturbating before work?

Again work went amazingly well; though I was glad I was now bringing an extra changes of panties. I defiantly was soaked as the tingeing came on a regular basis during the day. When the crew from work wanted to go out for drinks after, I was thrilled. It was Wednesday but it seemed like a good thing to do and I felt confident in myself with my new schedule. 

Maybe my new found confidence spurred it, or it could have been my arousal and my wet panties, but I even caught myself flirting with Dave, one of my co workers. Like REALLY flirting with him. First thing I knew we were chatting, then I was teasing him about wake-up wood for some reason I can't remember. He bought me another drink and I was totally shocked when my pussy had a little pulse of pain. I looked up at the clock and saw it was 11:10. OMG I had to go work out. 

I made an excuse for Dave telling him it just got too late for me and that I HAD to work out. He was disappointed but understood. I left the bar with only one more shock hitting. I was so surprised as each grew stronger that I started yelping a little bit. I got dressed and headed to the gym which turned out to be a HUGE mistake. There was construction on the path I normally took and it wasn't until almost 12:00 that I arrived. The pain from the last shock was so bad I thought I'd crash. And these were just the warnings?

Luckily I made it onto the treadmill with out further obstruction and ran like my life depended on it. I actually got one of the "real" shocks right at 12:00 before my heart rate had gotten up. I yelped loudly trying to stay on the tread mill. A trainer came over and asked what was wrong. I didn't break stride on the tread mill as I explained, gasping, that I just pinched myself on the machine. When he asked where, I just ignored him and kept running. I ran until I knew I was safe...12:30 and hopped off the machine. Again the guy came over telling me he was concerned. I told him it was fine, found a spot in the machine where it might of "pinched" and pointed it out to him.

I headed home, sweating horny and not the least bit tired. I came like a freight train, using a dildo that had been gathering dust since a friends bachelor-ette party. I had never really thought about using it much, but now I felt like I needed something inside me. A good fucking. I had defiantly been thinking about having Dave's cock inside me tonight. A loud "fuuuuck" came from my lips as I came hard around the dildo for the 4th time. 

Even so I was still a bit bummed. I sat there breathing hard, and thought "if I hadn't had to work out I would of ended up fucking Dave instead...and that would have been way more satisfying then a pink hunk of plastic." Wait..what was I thinking?! I really was going to take him home and fuck him wasn't I? I didn't want to be an easy lay, I wanted to be someone a guy would WORK for right?

It wasn't until 2 am that I finally got to sleep. 5 am and I was awake again, dildo in hand chalking up another set of 5 orgasm before I was off to work two hours later. Was this going to become a regular thing? For some reason it felt like the tingling was much stronger this morning.

My Thursday at work, day 5 confirmed it. I could feel my pussy pulsing all day. I should have brought three sets of panties at least. In the afternoon, with both sets of panties already soaked, I tried locking the door in the bathroom again and using a highlighter to fuck myself. I came three times, but the highlighter felt way to small and not satisfying at all. I really felt I needed to cum more, and I wasn't getting anything done at work. Gah! Even thinking about it now is frustrating!

To make it worse, Dave stopped by my cubical. He smiled, said hi, and wanted to know if I was feeling alright. I explained to him that I really had a nice time hanging out with him but I REALLY am dedicated to being on a workout schedule. New years resolution and all that. He was very sweet actually and said he understood. Even said he was worried about flirting too much with me.

"I'm the one who kept talking about your cock." I gasped inside. Did I really just say that out loud? At work? He looked a little surprised, but my head was so floaty, I just gave him a devious little smile. He responded, in a hushed tone, "well maybe we can talk more about your pussy next time." That sent a little jolt through me of pleasure, feeling like it almost made me cum. My mind immediately went to the bathroom with the locked door, and Dave's cock pounding me from behind. My hands on the counter as my dress was tossed up over my hips, wet panties around my ankles.

When I looked up at Dave's nervous face I realized to my horror that my hand was at my crotch through my dress. I pulled my hand away, and blushed. "I....I um...I have to get some stuff done." I stammered out, turning my back on him. "Okay," came his nervous reply. "Then I guess I'll see you around." After Dave left my pussy was still pulsing relentlessly and I had to stop myself from rubbing through my dress several times.

15 minutes later I went home sick from work. I was crossing my legs and squeezing my pussy, and could feel the orgasm building, right there in my cubical. I had to stop myself. I had to go home.

I came in the car on the way home three times. I got into my apartment found the dildo, ripped off my clothes and laid over the bed while pounding my pussy with it for got knows how long and for how many orgasms. I lost count. Sleep finally took me, and I didn't wake up till it was nearly 8:00.

I couldn't believe what had happened. It was like a bad dream, watching some slutty girl take over my life and ruin my job and my relationships. I called the doctors office. It was late so I didn't expect to get a person, but I also didn't expect to get a "this number has been disconnected, or is no longer in service" message. I hung up the phone a little panicked. I dialed again. Same message.

"Oh fuck" is all I could think over and over. I was scared, naked, I hadn't eaten or showered, was covered in my own cum, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I tried to take a moment and think my way through everything. I went over the girl recommending me at the gym, the office visit, the nurse, Dr. Stevens, everything I could remember. I pulled out my paperwork and read it all over. The language was actually quite vague. It looked like it was written by an attorney, and seemed to be full of caution but it didn't really say anything. Maybe I was just being paranoid, and there was some problem with the phone line. But what was I going to do?? There on the last page though I saw something that gave me some hope. A website! Http://askdrstevens.com

I hopped on my computer and looked it up. The moment it loaded on my computer my pussy started to hum again almost like they were connected. I fought off the temptation to break down and rub my pussy on the spot, ignoring the sensation the best I could. The page loaded, and my heart truly sank. This was a nightmare.

The page was as plain as you could get. 

--Snip-- "The Rules:"

Week One: No shocks will be administered to begin the workouts. You'll begin to feel the physical effects leading to arousal and experience increasing wetness. Each orgasm will increase the intensity of the arousal. Orgasm begin on a daily basis for most participants.

Week Two: The shocks to prompt working out will begin. 120 bmp required. One day a week workouts will not be required. The arousal stimulation will increase. Each additional orgasm will cause more arousal and stimulation. Insertion of objects into the vagina will double the amount of arousal caused at the next period of stimulation. The subject will be stimulated randomly while waking, but will begin to be woken at 5:00 a.m. to start the new schedule. Orgasm move to 3-5 times daily.




New Years Resolution



Week Three and Four: Workouts will be increased to twice a daily and to 30 minutes each. 130 bpm required. One before Noon, and one before midnight. One day a week workouts will not be required. Random stimulation will continue to occur. The subject will not be allowed more than 2 hours sleep at a time through stimulation and shock administration. Object insertions will cause strong shocks 6% percent of the time initiated. This will be low enough that the attempts will continue but anticipation and fear of the shock will heighten arousal. Arousal settings typically providing maximum stimulation at this point. Orgasms move to 10-20 times daily.

Week Five through Eight: Workouts will increase to three times daily for 45 minutes. Heart rate will be required to be 140 bmp. No other changes from previous week. Sleep is kept to 2 hour blocks. Orgasms stay at 10-20 times daily. 

Week Eight Through Week 26 : Workout length increased to 60 minutes. Target heart rate 170 bmp. Insertion shocks occur at 50% frequency and .5% of strokes. On touching of the clitoris by the subject or foreign object shocks will occur .5% of the time. Approximately one shock per every 500 rubs. Orgasms increase to 20-25 times daily. Sleep unaltered. Subjects begin to cum on shocks and stimulation both, without physical touch. 

Week 26-34: No workout changes. Subject at optimum training and fitness level. Clitoral shocks will occur 10% percent of the time. Once every 10 touches. Insertion shocks will occur at a 75% percent frequency on initial attempt and 1% of strokes. Subjects begin to masturbate to receive shocks which subsequently cause orgasm. Sleep is lowered to 3 two hour blocks daily. Orgasm count rises to 30-40 times daily. 

Week 35 and 36: No workout changes. Clitoral shocks will occur 100% of the time. Insertion shocks 100% on initiation and 100% on each stroke. No orgasms will occur from physical stimulation. At this time however subject will begin to orgasm each time stimulation will be received. Typical daily orgasms will be over 80 or one every 5 minutes of waking, non workout time. (Though subjects have been know to cum while both sleeping and working out according to our data.) 

Week 37: All sections will be turned off for one week save the insertion and touch shocks. Someone from our firm will contact you. 

Attempted removal of device without encrypted key will result and detonation of "micro explosive charge" placed at the base of the spinal column resulting in 98% chance of lower body paralysis. Data on subjects that proceeded regardless reported that despite complete lack of physical sensation below the waste, the desire and need to orgasm remained persistent. This is consistent with patients continuing to feel itches and sensations on paralyzed or missing limbs.

Subjects are suggested to wear an emergency medical bracelet with a link to this website for medical purposes. Fill out the contact form and the "working out" portion of the device can be remotely and temporarily disabled in the event of a medical emergency.

Welcome to your new life. Your desire was to become more fit and more desirable. At the end of the next 9 months you'll find that you will both be very fit, as well as sexually very suggestible and poly orgasmic. You may want to contact the authorities to validate the information on this page. I assure you its all true. After 9 months, there won't be any need for the device. Your arousal will be constant and permanent, and the compulsive need to workout won't ever leave you.

--Snip--

At the start of week 37 someone did contact me. I had lost my job and was working short 2-3 hour shifts at the gym living in a small apartment near buy. I would run to work, and I found no one minded if I ducked into one of the tanning bed rooms for a quick 5-6 orgasms. It didn't require much concentration and at least it paid the bills as well as sported my workout habit. Guys hit on me constantly. Through week 26 I don't know how many I fucked. I'd cum from the shock if it happened, and cum almost right away if it didn't. Eventually the shocks were just too much and I started turning down the men. It felt like I could cum from a light breeze and I swear sometimes I did. 

It had been a week and I was still cumming what seemed like constantly, and still working out. The web-page was accurate. I can't imagine this feeling ever leaving me.

The person who contacted me from the firm was my mother. She explained that she didn't want to see me put through what she had gone through, and what my sister had gone through. She had hoped she could encourage me to a different path and direction. She had waited years hoping to see me blossom and find someone to share my life with. Last Christmas she told me, I gave up hope. She had a very handsome man she wanted to introduce me to. He was an investment banker and she just knew we would be very happy, and he was "keyed" not to set off the shocks.

I'm just numb about it. I came on the phone while she was talking to me 3 times, as I was imagining how nice it would be to have that hard investment banker cock banging me from behind and getting to cum over and over. I knew when it comes to this sort of thing, "no" wasn't in my vocabulary anymore. These memories are almost like they aren't mine.



New Year's Resolution



"New Year's Resolution"

"I really enjoyed having sex with you last night, Daniel Traynor," smiled the leggy brunette, her chestnut curls cascading over her shoulders.

Dan looked up from his book. A vision of loveliness beamed suggestively at him, one eyebrow arched in blatant sexual challenge. Her slim frame quivered slightly, causing her short skirt to sashay side-to-side with a hint of eroticism.

Dan peered over his glasses. No need to correct his near-sightedness from this cozy distance. He tried unsuccessfully not to stare at her perfect pert cleavage.

She leaned in toward him. Ruby lip gloss adorned her full lips, a stark contrast to the pale ivory of her perfect teeth. A random but exquisite beauty mark dotted the left corner of her mouth. 

"Do you think we could do it again soon, big boy?" she whispered huskily. "And I do mean BIG."

Dan's groin began to stir. His heart skipped a beat. He made brief eye contact with her, but his eyes couldn't remain on her face. That lean-in was too tempting. He peeked down her shirt, the dainty wisps of a lacy bra denying his gaze its full measure of satisfaction.

Her breasts heaved with apparent arousal, her nipples straining through the lace and against the clingy cotton top that gleefully grasped her lovely melons. None of her succulent curves escaped Dan's now-unabashed gaze.

The fresh aroma of her shampoo danced into his nostrils. He reached toward her, ready to bury his face in her cleavage, ready to squeeze her perfectly rounded ass cheeks in a wanton lower body embrace, ready to slide his fingers lazily under her tiny skirt and up her inner thigh toward her steaming core. 

"Ashley..." he murmured, as his erect penis saluted her luscious body, its glistening head peeking above the constriction of his sweat pants.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Dan shook his head, his mind a blurred tangle of confusion. 

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Dan struggled to recall where he was, what was going on.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

He reached out with his left arm and slapped the "Snooze" button on his alarm clock. With one final shake of the cobwebs from his addled brain, Dan looked at the LED display. It was 7:15 AM and time to get ready for class. But first, it was time to wipe the drool off his pillow and the warm, sticky ejaculate from his sheets.

******

"The extra help session for first semester finals will be held this Saturday at 10AM, room 201. Bring your questions and wear your thinking caps," joked Professor Randall. "Be there or be square." His sense of humor was firmly entrenched in the 1960's heyday of his own days as a law school student.

As most members of the class meandered toward the exits, several keeners hung around to ask questions. It was their desperate attempt to impress their instructor. After two and a half years school, they still failed to grasp the fact that blind scoring of exams meant that no amount of brown-nosing would affect their grades, especially since the final exam counted for 100% of their marks. But perhaps some strand of relational affinity would help when it came time to provide references to prospective employers.

Dan eased his way toward the gaggle of students lined up by Professor Randall, trying to envisage a robust question to ask. He actually had no desire to impress the prof. But he needed an excuse to stand in line behind Ashley Martin, admiring her Pavlovian ass. It was "Pavlovian" as in Pavlov's experiment – inducing salivation in those attuned to its effect.

Two classes a week for an entire semester, Dan had been following Ashley up to the front after class, watching her hips sway while her long, dark hair would pendulum across her back. If Dan's covert activity constituted stalking, at least it was limited to the classroom. 

As he'd watch and try not to gawk, his mind was always battling between lust and law – enjoying the view of Ashley's lovely derriere while trying to conceive some fine point of jurisprudence from the lecture on which to debate Professor Randall. The old jurist had long ago abandoned the Socratic method during class time, but he still enjoyed jousting with the keeners after class.

In the event that Ashley might hear his question, Dan wanted to impress her with his fertile mind, not just add an air of legitimacy to his voyeurism. And speaking of fertility and his mind, Ashley's jean-clad furrow seemed to just be screaming to be plowed this fine December morning. No matter that the season was wrong; Dan just would sow his seeds whenever she gave him the chance.

As the stream of questioners dissipated, only Ashley and Dan remained. Ashley positioned herself to speak privately with the old legal eagle. Dan strained to hear.

"Doctor Randall, you've made a pretty big deal about the meaning of the word 'verbal' in the legal sense," Ashley chirped, her words dripping with syrup.

"You're mistaken – I'm not a 'Doctor,' Ms. Martin," he answered, "'Professor' will do just fine."

"Sorry, sir," she stammered, "it's just that I have so much admiration for you..."

"I'm flattered," he replied, "But I think I've corrected you on this before. In any event, please proceed with your question."

"Well," she smiled, twirling a strand of chestnut hair around her middle finger, "you've stressed that 'verbal' in contract law can mean either 'oral' or 'written', right?"

Dan leaned in for better acoustics as Ashley's voice dropped. Fortunately, neither she nor their teacher noticed his blatant eavesdropping.

"Yes, that's right," responded the professor.

"So we have to be more specific, right?"

"If we want no ambiguity, yes."

Ashley giggled and feigned embarrassment. "So, as far as your Advanced Contracts class, it's appropriate to talk about ensuring fulfillment under an oral agreement, right?" She flashed him a lascivious grin.

Professor Randall wasn't born yesterday. And that's not a reference to his advancing age. He recognized a proposition when he heard one. And he wasn't biting. His tenure and accumulated pension and benefits were far too lucrative to risk on a fling with a baiting co-ed, no matter how seriously bodacious her bod.

"Sorry, Ms. Martin, but let's leave some ambiguity in this case. And there'll be no such agreements in relation to my Advanced Contracts class," countered the wise old geezer.

Ashley looked crestfallen. Her lower lip pooched out into a pout, its ruby gloss glistening in the fluorescent overhead lighting. She spun on her heel and left.

Dan stared at her ass as she flounced out. Turning to his prof, his carefully reasoned question completely abandoned his mind. After a moment of deer-in-the-headlights panic, he managed to sputter, "Good move, Professor Randall."

The old man smiled and winked, then broke into a low chortle as Dan made a beeline for the exit.

******

"What a bitch!" spat Alyssa, frowning above her Tina Fey look-alike glasses. She pushed her tray across the table. An empty glass toppled onto her spoon with a loud tinkle.

"I don't see the problem," Tom replied, his eyes fixed on the curvaceous feminine figure across the cafeteria, tits jiggling as she strode toward them. His gaze followed her as she stopped at a nearby table. Tom felt a sharp elbow jab him in the ribs. 

"She's got YOU under her spell, too," accused Alyssa. 

"You make her sound like a witch," Tom answered, leering lustily as Ashley Martin slowly bent over to gingerly place her tray on the tabletop.

"Replace the 'w' with a 'b' and you've got it!" responded Alyssa drily. She covered her mouth self-consciously, suddenly realizing that her rising voice might be overheard by the subject of her venom.

"You have to admit, she's a looker," Tom rejoined.

"She's a predator," countered Alyssa, "And she doesn't give a rat's ass about Dan."

Dan Traynor, Alyssa Beauchamp and Tom Stanley had been "The Three Amigos" throughout law school. They studied together, shared meals in the cafeteria together, kept one another sane. Dan and Tom had been roommates since the start of second year, and Alyssa had moved down the hallway in the same apartment building.

One other thing the three did together was share secrets. Alyssa and Tom had long been aware of Tom's infatuation with Ashley Martin.

But there was one secret that Dan shared only with Tom. It was definitely off-limits to Alyssa, no matter how much of a trusted little sister she seemed to be. But alas, we get ahead of ourselves.

"I think she's madly in love with him," Tom laughed, "Just look at her." And look he did.

Ashley was mingling with friends at her table, smiling and chatting amid occasional bites of leafy vegetables and sips of diet cola. Tom well understood his friend's fascination. He could go there himself if he weren't already romantically attached.

"I'm looking," interjected Alyssa, "and I don't see much of any substance. Bitch... "

"She's thinking about him," Tom teased, "It's written all over her face. She's pining for him. She's a thoughtful, caring, selfless individual who's in love with our dear Dan."

"Yeah, and I'm Blake Lively," retorted Alyssa.

Tom smiled and – despite their platonic relationship – sneaked a quick inventory of Alyssa's physical assets. Fairly flat-chested and sporting a somewhat unattractive Miley Cyrus short-cut dishwater blonde hairstyle, Alyssa nonetheless had the advantage of being razor-thin (a "waif" in modeling terms) with a mind and tongue that were razor-sharp. Her freckled face was attractive though not stunning. She chose her spectacles in what appeared to be an attempt to look like a taller, thinner, lighter-haired version of Tina Fey. She had that school marm hidden-charms sexuality going for her.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous," taunted Tom.

Alyssa's cheeks became mottled with crimson. After a momentary hesitation, she said stiffly, "I do not offer fellatio to my male professors in an attempt to secure higher grades."

"Just cunnilingus to your female professors?" Tom quipped.

He should have anticipated the punch in the arm. Her fist was nearly as lethal as her elbow.

"You know I'm no lesbian – just choosy when it comes to guys," she answered. "They can be such jerks, present company not excepted."

"Touché. Alyssa one, Tom zero. But I don't remember you ever having a boyfriend since we started law school."

"Right now, I'm married to my studies," she countered.

"Fair enough. Anyway, Dan doesn't know for sure what Ashley's intentions were in that little episode with old Professor Randall. It's all innuendo and inferences. Dan should talk to her about it. And if she truly likes to suck cock, maybe she'll suck his. God knows he could use the stress relief."

He didn't see the kick to the shin coming. Tom howled in pain. God, Alyssa was one tightly wound and physically dangerous woman. He saw a wide-eyed Ashley Martin staring across the room at his predicament. He managed a smile and a wave.

* * * * * *

Saturday, 9:50AM, Room 201. Dan had positioned himself squarely behind Ashley Martin, awaiting the start of Professor Randall's help session for the Advance Contracts final. Unfortunately, the chair in which Ashley was sitting didn't allow Dan a view of her beautiful hind quarters.

Nonetheless, he was able to observe that she had dreamily tapered shoulders. Her dark locks added an aura of mystery as they cascaded across her shoulders. Dan longed to see that hair cascading across naked shoulders. He longed more so to see naked the other side of those shoulders. To squeeze those melons, to suckle those pert nipples, to...

Ashley suddenly rose – her back still turned toward him – and took a slow, casual feline stretch of those lovely shoulders and slender arms. Her ass was now at eye level with Dan, pushing back in his direction. 

His cock stirred unbidden as he noted the word "PINK" emblazoned across the back side of her form fitting sweat pants. I know EXACTLY what's pink under there, Dan mumbled silently in his mind.

Ashley's slow stretch became a slow turn. She looked straight at Dan and flashed him a dazzling smile. Dan gulped and attempted to will his boner to slack back down to size before she noticed. Or maybe it would be better if he sported a monster rod and let her soak it in. 

Soak it in. That word "soak" brought to mind her wet, glistening pussy. Let her soak it in. As in: let her bring his stiff rod to her wet slit and impale herself on it, writhing as he buried himself to the hilt in her.

Dan broke their eye contact, embarrassed at what was on his mind. He looked down from her eyes, only to notice that Ashley's vagina clearly was not shaven. The coarse outline of pubic hair against the front of her clinging sweat pants was unmistakable. She sported an unabashed but bearded camel toe. And Dan had noticed from the lineless "PINK" backside of the snug material that there was no way she was wearing panties.

"Um, Dave?" Ashley's question stirred Dan from his libidinous reverie. It took renewed eye contact for him to realize she had directed her question at him.

"Me?" he asked.

"Yes, silly." She grinned and tilted her head.

"Oh. It's, um, Dan, not Dave – but you can call me anything you want."

"Anything I want?" she cooed dreamily, "Very nice line. 'Anything I want.' Priceless! It carries all sorts of connotations. And we both know that the key to the law – as well as more pleasant topics – is interpretation. From this time forward, I dub thee 'Anything I want'..." 

It wasn't yet 10:00 in the morning, but Dan's libido was working overtime. He stood up in order to relieve the pressure his cock was putting on his jeans. But Ashley's keen eye grasped the situation and fixed itself squarely on Dan's crotch.

"My, my," she smiled, "Somebody woke up fresh this morning."

Dan didn't know whether to ratchet up the sexual innuendo or feign ignorance. He decided to straddle – uh-oh, not a good choice of word – the middle. "Yeah," he replied with a casual smile, "I did. So shoot me. But you had a question for me? Or at least for 'Dave'?"

Ashley's sapphire eyes twinkled in appreciation of his humor. Or maybe she was appreciating something else. "That's right," she said. "I've noticed that you usually stay after class to quiz Professor Randall..."

Uh-oh, Dan thought. He braced himself, expecting her to reproach him for his semester-long stalking. Or perhaps she'd give him an earful for eavesdropping during her questionable conversation with Professor Randall about fulfillment under oral agreements.

"Um... uh... uh-huh," Dan babbled, suppressing a gulp.

"Well, I take it that you're a pretty serious student – and I was wondering if you might, um, share your CANs with me..."

CANs – law school lingo for Condensed Annotated Notes. The summary each student put together for a semester's worth of notes. Given that the final exam typically counted for 100% of the grade in a course, a good set of CANs was worth its weight in gold.

"Only if you share your can with me," Dan was tempted to say – but he didn't. 

Ashley sensed Dan's hesitation. "If you do, I might have a little something for you," she prodded.

Dan's mind leaped into hyper-drive. It was if she was reading his mind! A "little something"? What ELSE could that mean? Dan decided to test the waters. "Perhaps a pleasant solution to my morning freshness problem?" he queried.

Ashley seemed momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered. "Absolutely," she purred, "Let me give you my email address and you can email me your CANs. Then we can settle up right after the exam."

******

It was the day of the final exam. Dan walked toward the Thompson Building with Tom and Alyssa striding beside him. The three of them had studied together until the wee hours of the morning. As they laboriously reviewed their shared CANs, Dan kept looking forward to having Ashley's can shared with him.

"You KNOW she's bluffing you, right?" Alyssa inquired in Dan's direction. Alyssa, the nerdy girl, always the perceptive one.

Dan remained silent, unaware of Alyssa's question, lost in lewd thoughts of Ashley.

Tom seized the moment. "You just need to score your best on the exam, buddy – before you worry about scoring with Ashley."

Alyssa harrumphed as Dan's mind continued to wander, oblivious to the prompting of his two colleagues. 

The threesome made their way up the stairs. A half-circle of smokers was huddled together in the cold beside the front entrance, enjoying their last puffs before the dreaded exam. Dan, Tom and Alyssa each subconsciously held their breath as they passed through the blue tobacco fog and entered the building. 

Dan found the seat marked "Traynor, D" in the exam room. Alyssa and Tom each moved to their assigned seats. The exam, as usual, was to be open book / open note. Each of them hurriedly set up their books, notes and CANs on their desks. As Dan unpacked his backpack, a feminine hand stroked his forearm. 

"I have something hot and wet for you," Ashley whispered in his ear, "I can't wait to give it to you after the exam."

If Dan had any prayer of passing his exam, it seemed to have fled at that moment. He was not the first man who could be accused of thinking with his penis. And he would not be the last. But his erection was not capable of passing his Advanced Contracts exam. And for the next three hours, the synapses of his brain were firing solely between his legs.

After time was called and the exam papers had been collected, Dan's erotic haze began to turn to panic. "Oh, my God!" he thought, "I've flunked the exam!"

But his fears were held in abeyance as Ashley sauntered over to his desk. A neon smile was plastered on her lips, hips swaying lazily from side to side. Dan had more important business than tests at hand. To be exact, the business of testes superseded.

"I've come to settle up!" declared Ashley.

"I've been thinking of nothing else," Dan confessed, the thought of an F on his Advanced Contracts exam sneaking briefly back into his psyche.

"Ready for a little something from me?" she purred, "A little something hot and wet? A scalding solution to your morning freshness problem?"

"Um, you wanna go back to my place? I, um, I let my roommate know we might need, um, some, uh, privacy..." stammered Dan.

"Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary." Ashley's cobalt eyes flashed laser beams in Dan's direction. "Here – I have these for you." She waved her hand in front of Dan's nose. A couple of plastic cards were clasped between her finger and thumb.

"Wha... what's that?" Dan asked.

"Your payback," Ashley smiled, "Starbucks gift cards. For at least a couple of weeks' supply of java. Hot and wet, something to get your motor revving in the morning."

"Starbucks cards? What the fuck?" Dan hissed.

"No need to get testy," Ashley snorted, "I thought you'd like them. I've been looking forward to giving them to you."

"I've been looking forward to you giving me – something else," Dan jeered, "something like you wanted to give old man Randall."

"Why – why, I have no idea what you mean," countered Ashley, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

"Oh, fuck," Dan spluttered, "Jeez, Ashley – don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

She whirled away, tears now streaming down her face. Grabbing her backpack, she managed to croak, "Well, anyway, thanks for the CANs."

Tom and Alyssa had been watching from the back of the room. As Ashley passed by them and headed out the door, Alyssa was sure she detected a devious smile on the bitch's lips. 

******

New Year's Eve arrived with a blast of winter. Snow blanketed the campus. It would still be a week or so until first semester marks were posted – about the same time as second semester started. Dan was fretful about his Advanced Contracts results. 




New Year's Resolution



And his mind was working overtime elsewhere. Despite her apparent diss of his advances, Dan was still having wet dreams of Ashley virtually every night. Thank God he was regaining his ability to concentrate during the day.

His roommate Tom's girlfriend Marci was out of town for a visit with her grandmother. Dan was happy, since Marci stayed over plenty of nights at their apartment when she was in town. The sound of Tom's bed squeaking against the wall – not to mention Marci's unabashed moans of pleasure – would have just added to Dan's frustration.

Dan, Tom and Alyssa shared a cab to a "Ring in the New Year" shindig at the Marriott. It was being hosted by one of the big law firms in the city. It was a recruitment weapon, directed at the top third-year law students. Ashley Martin would not be there. Despite her good looks, she was in no danger of cracking into the upper echelon of the law school's elite scholars. Apparently old Randall wasn't the only prof who was able to resist her charms.

Halfway through the cab ride, Tom broke the silence. "So, Dan, ready to get plastered tonight?" he goaded. "It'll help you forget the Contracts exam."

"And it'll help you to forget the BITCH," goaded Alyssa.

"Guys – guys!" chided Dan. "I'm over it. I know when I'm beaten."

"More like 'whipped'," countered Alyssa.

Tom broke into a raucous cackle. "Good one, you little sprite!" he snorted.

"I'm trying for 'vixen' or even 'nymph'," she laughed. It appeared she was finally getting into the celebratory mood.

"Careful," Tom retorted, "or I may test you out on that. When the cat's away, the mice will play..."

The slap across his cheek sounded worse than it felt. Still, it stung Tom's skin and his pride. Maybe Alyssa wasn't ready to celebrate just yet.

"God, woman!" bellowed Tom, "You're fucking dangerous! Every time I turn around, it seems like you elbow me in the ribs, punch me in the arm, kick me in the shins, slap me in the face..."

"And I can't WAIT for a shot at another part of your anatomy!" she countered.

"In your dreams, Beauchamp. In fact, you're wound up so fuckin' tight, that part of my anatomy is probably exactly what you need a shot at. You need a good boning!"

"Guys – guys! Break it up!" Dan interjected.

They rode in silence the remainder of the way. As they exited the cab and made their way into the hotel with their overnight bags, Dan noticed a tear winding its way down Alyssa's cheek.

The law firm had anticipated a night laced with heavy alcohol consumption. So in addition to the free cab rides to the event, they had provided free guest rooms for each of their invited guests. Aside from impressing the recruits, the move demonstrated the firm's shrewdness. You need to take positive steps to limit your liability when fueling guests with liquor, especially a group of budding young lawyers.

Still reeling from the exchange between his buddies in the cab, Dan tossed his overnight bag onto the desk in the sitting area, pulled his shoes off and lay back on the king-sized bed. The party would be starting in half an hour. There was time to catch the end of a bowl game on TV before he changed to his suit and tie.

As he watched, Dan thought about the New Year's resolution he had made at the beginning of the year, 364 days ago. It was a secret he had shared with Tom, but with nobody else. This would be the year he would lose his virginity. And now there were less than 7 hours to go before the end of the Year of the Virgin.

******

The hotel ballroom glittered with New Year's Eve decorations. A banner hanging over the dance floor proclaimed "Party Like It's 1932!" – a sly reference to the Donoghue v. Stevenson decision, the "snail in the ginger beer" case which established the foundation for modern tort law and secured the livelihood of an army of ambulance chasers in the decades since.

Dan was greeted by a luscious, bosomy young hostess, clad in sequined evening gown, who insisted on pinning a name tag on his suit jacket. He found himself staring at her sexy cleavage. Actually, she found him. He turned crimson when she used her index finger to tilt his chin upward. "I'm up here," she smiled.

"Not all of you," Dan wanted to reply. But, instead, he blushed and hurried away.

As he strode toward the bar area, Tom closed alongside him to his left and Alyssa to his right. His roommate whispered in his ear, "Time for you to get laid. Tonight!"

Tom nodded to his and Dan's right, then winked at his best friend. Alyssa was now just a step away.

"You're full of shit!" Dan sputtered back. His return volley was well above a whisper.

"I could've told you that," Alyssa said to Dan, though wholly unaware of their topic of discussion. "Tom's always full of shit. He doesn't just need boots; he needs hip waders. At least he chose his profession honestly."

A tall, well-groomed middle-aged man standing nearby who reeked of bourbon and "senior partner" cackled at Alyssa's witticism. He eyed Alyssa, arched his left eyebrow as he surveyed her from top to bottom, and offered to bring her a drink. 

"Strawberry daiquiri – thanks," she replied. The man strode toward the bar, turning to grin back at Alyssa halfway there.

"Looks like Mr. Greying-at-the-temples-let-me-shove-my-cock-in-some-starstruck-intern has the hots for you," teased Tom, "I hope you shaved your legs today."

"You're a prick, Tom Stanley," countered Alyssa.

"And you're a prude," Tom laughed.

"Am not. My legs weren't the only part of my body I shaved today."

For a moment, it appeared that both Tom and Dan had choked on the same type of unexpectedly spicy hors d'oeuvre. But the hotel staff with the hors d'oeuvre plates had not yet made it to their part of the room. Both were instead choking on the visual of their female buddy Alyssa shaving for the party.

"Smokin!" Tom finally answered. "I knew there was a sexual deviant inside there waiting to get out. I bet you brought your leather outfit and whips to the hotel, too."

"In your dreams, Mr. not-so-manly Stanley. If I want to make a man beg, I don't need any extra equipment to do it."

"Pretty fine equipment you're packing already," Tom agreed, surveying her satiny blue dress. It had given her normally boyish figure more of a sexy Kate Moss model look. "Look, Dan – our baby sister is all grown up. She's now officially a hot piece of ass."

He should have anticipated Alyssa's knee to his stomach. But alas, Tom was – as usual – defenseless against the physical assaults of this tightly wound waif. He gasped for air.

"Just be thankful – it could've been your groin. Think twice before talking about me like some slab of meat again, asshole," Alyssa warned.

Tom caught his breath, rubbed his belly and was finally able to stand upright. 

"Saved by the bell," he wheezed, "Mr. Salt-and-Pepper is on the way back, and he's loaded for bear."

As the law partner approached, Dan felt both embarrassed and mesmerized by the sexually charged exchange and ultimate spat between Tom and Alyssa. But, if he were honest with himself, he was more troubled by the visual in his mind of Alyssa shaving her pubic mound in preparation for the party. She had always seemed so asexual, so sisterly, that this newly-minted mental image could not be easily reconciled with his worldview.

"Here's your drink, beautiful," smiled the partner. Dan had a fleeting thought that the guy's dentist was probably racking up a fortune on caps and crowns. 

"I'm Terrence Cox," he continued.

"More than one?" laughed Tom.

"I beg your pardon?" Terrence queried.

"Oh, nothing," Tom replied, waiting expectantly for Alyssa's kick to the kneecap. "I'm Tom – Tom Stanley, that is. And this beautiful young lady is Alyssa Beauchamp. And this dork beside us is Dan Traynor, the protector of Alyssa's virtue."

Terrence Cox looked crestfallen. "So – you have a boyfriend?" he asked Alyssa.

Alyssa's cheeks turned a bright scarlet. "Um – no, nah," she stuttered, "Not even close. Danny Boy's my study buddy."

"And another kind of buddy," Tom interjected, "as in – friends with benefits!"

Alyssa was incensed. "You lying bastard!" she huffed. Tom closed his eyes and waited for the punches to fly. But instead he felt the cold, slushy, creamy slop of strawberry daiquiri smack his forehead and drip down his face.

"Shit!" he bellowed, "Now I've gotta go get cleaned up. And I didn't fuckin' bring another shirt. I hope this damned girly drink comes out with soap and water!" He stomped an angry foot. "I'm goin' back up to my room," he continued. "You can be a real bitch, Alyssa. You really do need a good boning!" And with that, he marched off to the nearest exit.

Terrence Cox seemed perplexed, but suave and debonair (and horny!) enough to give it another go. Perhaps Tom's last comment strengthened his resolve.

"So – you're not attached?" he enquired.

"Well – no, not really, I guess," answered Alyssa, fidgeting nervously before glancing up at Dan. She bit her lip as they made eye contact.

Does she want me to save her from this sleazebag? Dan wondered to himself. He picked up a shot glass from the tray of a passing waiter and threw it back. Steeling his nerve, he decided he'd been lily-livered long enough when it came to the opposite sex. If he was wrong, he'd face the consequences – whether an elbow, a knee, a foot, a fist, or an open palm. But if he was right, he was going to rescue a damsel in genuine distress.

"Then, how about I take on the responsibility of escorting you this evening and introducing – " suggested Cox, until he was interrupted by Daniel Traynor.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cox," said Dan. "That really won't be necessary. Alyssa didn't exactly know how to answer you. She and I have been friends and study buddies for a long time, but we've just recently started dating. I'm sure she honestly didn't know whether to say she's attached – or not. She needed me to step up to the plate. And the answer is 'yes'."

Dan locked eyes with Alyssa. For one moment that felt like a lifetime, he wasn't sure whether she was going to laugh, cry or scream. But then she smiled. Not just a pleasant smile – a dazzling, light-up-the-room, take-me-to-the-moon, throw-rose-petals-on-my-bed fluorescent beam. He had never seen that smile from Alyssa before. Dan's heart leapt in his chest.

"That's right, Mr. Cox," Alyssa murmured in a husky, confessional tone, "I wasn't sure where my relationship with Dan was going. It definitely is not one of those fuck buddy – excuse my French – 'friends with benefits' but no strings attached sort of arrangements. We haven't consummated the relationship – yet."

Yet? Dan thought, his cock starting to wake from its peaceful slumber. Yet?

"But now that I know how he feels, I think I'll need for him to be my escort this evening," she concluded.

"No sweat, kids," Cox replied with a disdainful smirk, "I was just doing my civic duty as a partner at the firm. But please – send me an invitation to the wedding." His wounded pride would not allow him to bow out more gracefully.

Alyssa's eyes flashed fire at Terrence Cox's words. Hell hath no fury, and all that. But just as a stream of expletives was about to cross the threshold of her lips, the tender but insistent press of Dan's lips against hers averted the confrontation with the senior lawyer.

Dan backed away from the kiss only after Terrence Cox had taken his leave. Then he began to giggle.

"What the hell?" asked Alyssa, her countenance marked by confusion and anger.

"Just saving you from yourself," he retorted, "You were about to get yourself blacklisted from the firm."

"And that's why you kissed me?" She stared him down predatorily, her nose flaring, eyes blazing, shoulders twitching, body recoiling – an angry panther ready to pounce on its helpless prey.

Dan laughed again. "Not the only reason. You're know, you're beautiful when you're angry," he stated simply. And he was being truthful. 

Dan realized at that moment that he had been blinded with his infatuation for Ashley Martin's model face and bodacious curves. His hormones had been working overtime. But right there in front of him – right in front of him for the last two and a half years – was someone who held a far greater beauty. Someone he genuinely liked and respected. Someone spirited enough to give him hell when he needed it. Someone whose eyes sparkled when she looked at him from behind those Tina Fey frames. 

Yes, he had been blinded to the simple truth in front of him. This spirited waif – so intelligent, so funny, so full of LIFE – was no little sister.

He saw the question mark in her eyes. "I've been a total ass," Dan admitted.

"Damn straight you have," Alyssa confirmed. She crinkled her freckled nose before flashing him another megawatt smile. "Glad we're on the same page, Traynor."

Dan leaned in to kiss her again – this time for his own pleasure, not for her protection. "No PDA, dumbass," she warned.

Dan was mildly taken aback. Was she rejecting his genuine advances? "I'm not sure I understand," he began.

Alyssa beckoned him with a waggle of her index finger to come closer. She whispered just loudly enough for him to hear, "I'm afraid I might not be able to contain myself if you kiss me here in the middle of the ballroom. I just might jump your bones in public. It wouldn't advance either of our chances to latch on with the firm."

If Dan's cock had been lazily stirring from its slumber earlier, it was now entering full red alert status. Little Dan was saluting this blatant enticement from Big Dan's sisterly-buddy-turned-wanton-temptress. Jump my bones?

Alyssa took his hand in hers. "C'mon, sexy, dance with me," she insisted as she led him to the dance floor.

The band was named Blind Justice, and it consisted of several musically talented associates and partners at the law firm. They had begun playing a short while earlier, and were now transitioning from an upbeat tempo to a slow and sexy rhythm. The opening notes to Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" wafted to Dan's ears. He was overcome with eager anticipation and something... darker: a growing sense of dread.

Dan politely placed one hand on Alyssa's back and the other out to the side, clasping her fingers, as they began to sway to the music. He noticed immediately that Alyssa's dress was backless. The sensation of his palm on her warm, bare skin jolted him with a sensuous response. Little Dan was now pulsing with the threat of early release.

At that moment, Alyssa wrapped her arms around the back of Dan's neck and pulled him close. Seeming oblivious to Dan's distended and vulnerable condition, Alyssa shifted her swaying – no longer side-to-side, but front-to-back. For all intents and purposes, she was inadvertently humping his crotch with her slender belly.

Dan's cock twitched once, then erupted in a massive orgasm. What seemed like a quart of cum spurted into his boxer briefs. Dan was sure the cum stain was rapidly spreading all the way through to the outside of his suit pants. "Oh, shit," he moaned.

Alyssa felt Dan's body stiffen and then back away from her. "Are – are you okay?" she asked.

"Uh – um... I don't know how to say this," he replied shakily.

Alyssa frowned in confusion, trying not to lose her composure. "Don't you want to dance with me?" she asked.

"It – it's not that," he answered.

"Then – then what's the matter?"

"Well, um, Alyssa," he stammered, "it's like this. The sprinklers came on during the national anthem."

"What – what the hell?"

"I dropped my coins in front of the slot machine," he exclaimed.

"You're confusing the hell out of me, Daniel Traynor," Alyssa retorted. "Do you want to dance with me or not?"

"Um, Alyssa," he continued, "I don't want to stain your dress."

"But how would you..." Alyssa's left eyebrow went up in Spockian discernment. The light bulb had come on. "Oh." 

And then she began to giggle. And then to cackle. And snort. And bend forward at the waist with a full-body belly laugh.

Dan felt remorse and shame at his pre-dick-ament. And just when he thought Alyssa was going to completely lose it, her discerning eye caught sight of his embarrassment, and she stopped. Just like that. And she pulled Dan against her body and continued dancing with him.

And then she whispered in his ear. "Monica Lewinsky's got nothing on me," she quipped, as she pressed her blue dress against Dan's wet crotch.

"Thank you," he whispered back.

She fixed her gaze on his as they swayed to the music together. "And now that we'll both need to change out of our clothes," she asked, "shall we go back to your room, or to mine?"

******

Outside Dan's door, he fumbled nervously with the electronic card that would give him access back into the room. He dropped the card on the hallway floor. Alyssa was still holding his hand when he bent down to pick it up. It was a good thing, as he nearly toppled over with dizziness. She pulled him upright, sparing him major embarrassment for a second time that evening. Finally, with Alyssa's help, the two were able to make their way inside.

Just inside the door, Dan turned to Alyssa, ready to apologize. She smiled and touched the crotch of his pants, then lifted her fingers to inspect the sticky ejaculate. "Did I do this to you?" she asked innocently.

"Of course," Dan replied, "my little guys were just a little too anxious to greet you."

Alyssa smiled from ear to ear. "I just hope this doesn't mean you're out of commission for the whole night," she breathed huskily.

Dan pulled her close. "I hope so, too," he deadpanned.

"You mean...?" Alyssa's worried expression gave away her naïve belief. Hook, line and sinker.

It was Dan's turn to chuckle. Her punch to his bicep should have been better anticipated. But though it went unblocked, it was not intended to inflict serious damage. It might have even been better characterized as a love punch. But we stray too far too fast.

"I'm kidding. I don't think it'll be a problem," Dan replied. 

But that sense of dread was growing in his gut. Not that he couldn't recover from his premature ejaculation. He'd jacked off enough times in a day to know that it wasn't an issue. Instead, the source of his dread was that Alyssa would realize he didn't know what he was doing when show time arrived. And it was fast approaching.

Alyssa sensed Dan's hesitation. "What's on your mind, Dan?" she asked patiently.

Dan was momentarily flustered. Then he had an idea. "Um, Al," he commenced, using her pet name to soften his suggestion, "what would you think of us getting plastered before we do this? After all, it's New Year's Eve, and there's free booze in the ballroom. And afterward, if you have any regrets, or fears about ruining our friendship, we could always blame our poor judgment on the alcohol." And you might not realize – or remember – that I'm clueless in the bedroom. His addendum went unspoken.

"Dan," she replied, "Let me be perfectly clear. You don't need to protect my honor. And I won't have any regrets. I want to be stone cold sober for this. To feel every touch. To remember every last detail. It's special," she smiled.

"If you only knew..." Dan muttered.

Alyssa tilted her head to one side. "Come again?" she queried.

This was it. The moment of truth. Or falsehood. Should Dan come clean?

"Um, Alyssa, I need to level with you. You may be in for a disappointment."

"Oh, God – you're gay?" The words escaped her lips before she realized how utterly ridiculous they were. The cum oozing through his pants was clear evidence to the contrary. She'd never be successful as a lawyer with such witless cross-examination techniques, she mentally kicked herself.

"No, not that," Dan answered, "I'm... I'm a... a virgin."

"What?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm five-eighths of the way to becoming the Steve Carell character in 'The 40 Year-Old Virgin'."




New Year's Resolution



"You mean you've never...?" Alyssa left her question unasked.

"Not even close. I've only been to second base if feeling up Katy Cromwell through her bra and evening gown on prom night counts."

"And you're worried about...?" The stream of unfinished questions continued.

"Technique. Stamina. Early arrival. Finding my way in. Making it good for you. You name it."

"Oh, Dan. Dan! That's..."

He dreaded her next word. Until he heard it. "WONDERFUL!"

"It is?"

"Yes. YES! ABSOLUTELY!!!"

"But – why?"

"Because, silly boy," she fairly squealed with delight, "I'M A VIRGIN, TOO!"

Dan could have shit a brick. "But... you were talking earlier about nymphs and fuck buddies and making guys beg and shaving your bush... I mean... your pubic area..."

"I didn't actually name the area," she laughed, "and, as to making guys beg, I was speaking hypothetically. And the fuck buddy talk was just dealing with the load of shit Tom was dumping on that creep Terrence. If you'll recall, I said we weren't doing it."

"Whoa... well I'll be fucked!"

"Soon enough, silly boy, soon enough."

Dan's groin began to make a hasty recovery from its earlier spermatozoid shower.

"Of course," she continued, "every girl – myself included – wants to think of it as 'making love' rather than 'being fucked'..." She waited for eye contact. "I was serious when I said I don't want to be your fuck buddy."

"So Cox was right when he mentioned the wedding invitations?"

Alyssa was once again too quick for a defenseless male victim. This time it was a slap to Dan's ass. But it was administered with a smile.

"Of course not, Dan," she asserted, "I just want to know that there's something real between us. That you're not just trying to get in my pants and be done with it."

"You're not wearing pants," he quipped, rubbing his finger against the semen stain on the bodice of her blue dress.

She slapped his other ass cheek. "You know what I mean. That you're not just using me as a cock socket and nothing more."

"Cock socket? I like that one. It's that kind of vocabulary that made me sure you were a woman of the world."

"I know all about hockey, too, but you don't see me playing for the Red Wings," she responded. "Dan, think about it – when was the last time you knew of me going out on a date?"

"Um... never?"

"Exactly. And why do you think that is?"

Dan knew he was now treading in a mine field. "Um... because nobody asked?" he ventured.

The kick to his shin was less gentle than the ass slaps. "No, dumbass. I've been asked quite a few times. But I didn't accept. Because I had feelings for someone. Someone close to me. I even chose to move down the hall from him a year and a half ago."

"You mean Tom?" Dan deadpanned.

This time, Alyssa didn't bite. "God, no," she said. "And as I hear myself explain, I sound like such a drooling idiot. A stalker, even."

"I know how that feels..." Dan admitted.

"Yes, you do, don't you? What did you ever see in Ashley Martin, anyway?" she asked, grasping his hand and placing it on her shoulder in a gesture of reassurance.

"I don't know really. I mean, sure, she's a hot piece of ass," he laughed, wincing with the expectation of a blow that never struck. "I guess I'm just a guy, and guys are attracted to blatant displays of sexuality. Sort of like crows to shiny objects."

"And if you were in a relationship?" she probed.

"What?"

"Would you feather your nest with shiny objects?"

Would he? "That's a strange question to pose to a 25 year-old virgin," he replied.

"Objection sustained, counselor," she joked, then turned serious. "Enough talk. I want you to kiss me. Before I jump your bones."

Dan needed no further prompting. Grasping her hand in his, he drew her into the sitting area of his hotel room. They stood facing each other. Dan gazed into Alyssa's eyes. Alyssa gazed into Dan's eyes. This is going to happen, Dan thought – the blissful end of the Year of the Virgin. For both of us. 

******

Alyssa tilted her head upward to Dan, eyes wide with anticipation. Dan's heart skipped a beat. His groin stirred with a pleasant ache. He leaned down to meet her halfway. Neither blinked as their lips met. 

Unlike the abrupt kiss in the ballroom earlier, there was no hurry this time. Their lips pressed tenderly together until Dan felt Alyssa's tongue slip into his mouth. His tongue met hers as he pulled her body closer to his and held her in his arms. Their tongues were a shared mass of gentle licks and rubs and swirls. There was only one word to describe it: "magical." Both Dan and Alyssa might have settled for this first level of intimacy. But both wanted more.

Dan began to rub his right hand in gentle circles on Alyssa's left buttock. The satiny material of her blue dress felt sensuous to his touch. Alyssa responded by involuntarily squeezing her butt cheeks together and pressing her pelvic region against Dan's right leg. Dan could feel her heat through the fabric of his pants, her dress and (presumably) her panties. Is she wearing panties? Dan thought. She feels so warm, maybe she's not wearing panties.

Their tongues became more insistent, probing more frantically. Dan tightened the embrace. His hand slid off her buttock and reached upward for the button at the top of her backless dress. When she felt it, Alyssa spun slowly around from their embrace, allowing him direct access to the button. She raised her hair out of the way, though its short coiffure wasn't really in the way. It was just her way to show her acquiescence – nay, her welcoming agreement – to his advances.

Dan unbuttoned Alyssa's dress. Still standing with her back to him, she shook her shoulders and let the satiny material fall to the floor. Dan's eyes wandered immediately to her lower torso. She was indeed wearing panties – satiny blue panties that matched her fallen dress. Her bra was a satiny cobalt material as well.

Apparently the clasp to Alyssa's bra was at the front. Dan could tell that she was fiddling with it, and he heard a noticeable snapping sound. She turned her head – not her body – to smile at Dan. Then she pulled her bra straps off her arms and flung the lacy material to the bed.

Still not speaking a word, Alyssa crossed her arms across her chest and turned toward Dan. Let me see, let me see, Dan thought. As if reading his mind, she smiled and dropped her arms to her sides.

"Alyssa," Dan murmured. He looked hungrily at her half-naked body. Her breasts were small, as he had expected from her slim frame and typically boyish mode of dress. But they were beautiful. And each mound was capable of being a nice little handful – or mouthful, thought Dan. 

He wondered why he wanted to suckle them so badly. Then he realized it was her incredibly erotic nipples. They were little nubs, standing at attention, in full display of her aroused state. They were the feminine version of an erection. 

He moved toward her, kissing her again on the lips, entwining his tongue with hers. He cradled her with his left arm and began to massage her left breast with the fingers of his right hand. It was indeed a perfect little handful.

"My turn," breathed Alyssa huskily, moving toward him. She tugged his shirt tail out of from his pants, then pushed the lapels of his jacket back on his shoulders. He turned and let her help him out of his jacket. 

Within seconds, Dan had unbuttoned and discarded his shirt and undershirt. Alyssa grazed a trail of kisses down his neck and chest, then unbuckled and unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor. Dan stepped out of them. 

Alyssa smiled as she fingered the wad of cum still oozing through Dan's boxer briefs. Her curiosity got the best of her. She sniffed her fingers. "Smells a bit like a chlorinated pool," she observed.

"There's certainly a lot of swimming going on in there," Dan quipped. His smile faded as the two of them stood facing each other. Both were naked other than their underpants.

"You first, or me?" asked Alyssa.

"Definitely you," Dan insisted.

Alyssa flashed him a coy smile. "Yes, sir, sergeant, sir!" she barked, then saluted him with two fingers to her forehead.

She remained facing him as she grasped both sides of her blue panties at the waistband. Dan held his breath, waiting for her to pull them down.

Alyssa delayed a few more seconds. It seemed like an eternity to Dan. Then Alyssa spoke. "C'mere – you do it," she commanded.

Dan moved immediately to her. He positioned himself just inches from her, then kissed her on her lips, her cheek, her forehead, and finally on the tip of her nose. 

He reached lower. Not at first not for her panties, but for her breasts. He fondled her breasts, kneading her flesh until her nipples were saluting more obviously than the "Yes, sir, sergeant sir" sign she'd given to her forehead just moments ago. Her areola formed turgid peaks. Dan could no longer resist suckling them. He bent his head to one as he cupped the other with his palm.

"Oh, God – YES!" Alyssa yelped, energized by the ecstasy his tongue and lips were creating in her engorged tit. She pulled his head more firmly into her chest.

Encouraged and emboldened by her obvious delight, Dan moved slowly from one breast to the other, licking and sucking each mound, kissing a trail between them. He adored the dusty pink color of her nipples, set against the creamy white flesh of her small but pert breasts. He continued suckling her tits, alternating back and forth, for the better part of five minutes.

Dan moved lower, kneeling in front of her, trailing kisses down her stomach and into her navel. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties. "Ready?" he asked, looking up into her eyes.

"Yes," she replied, "God, yes!"

He pulled on the material and slid it down to her knees. There, squarely in front of his face, was her pubic mound. The first real pussy I've ever seen, he thought to himself. It was as smooth as the day she was born. He was mesmerized by it. Finally, he spoke.

"How am I going to know?" he asked tentatively.

"Know what?" she asked, confused by his question.

"Whether you're a real blonde," he smiled.

"Guess you'll just have to keep coming back for more until it's had time to grow back in. So you can see for yourself," she taunted.

"I could handle that," he assured her. He reached out to stroke the smooth skin of her pubic mound. "You shaved this today?"

"Yes. I was hoping you were over Ashley. And that tonight might be the start of something – special." She blushed as her words hung in the air.

Dan's cock was now screaming for release. It thrashed inside the fabric of his boxer briefs. Alyssa spotted its movement as he stood up in front of her. She pulled her panties the rest of the way down and tossed them aside with her toe.

Dan cleared his throat nervously. "Would you, um, uh – do me the honor?" he asked.

"Certainly, kind sir," she laughed, seeing that he wanted her to free his raging hard-on from its cotton sling. She grasped his cum-stained underwear and pulled downward. His massive boner sprung forward and sideways, slapping her in the wrist. "Ouch! Careful with that loaded weapon!" she mocked.

In truth, she was impressed – perhaps even frightened. Dan sported something close to an eight inch erection with an immense girth. Alyssa was a skinny girl, with no prior sexual experience. She worried momentarily that he might split her open. But she convinced herself that if they took it slowly, everything would be fine.

And, in fact, they did just that. Dan's inexperience caused him to be tentative, making sure at every step along the way that she was okay. While his throbbing prick longed to find release, Dan took great pleasure in exploring Alyssa's slowly and completely.

Now that they were completely naked, they moved to the bed. Dan pulled the covers back and held Alyssa's hand to stabilize her as she lay back on the bed. She spread her legs in complete surrender. Dan knelt between her legs.

"Would it – would it be okay if... if I took a good, long look?" he asked.

Alyssa grinned. "Of course, silly boy. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," she joked.

"Deal," Dan replied, "but my turn first." He slid his knees back toward the foot of the bed so that he could lean in to gaze closely at Alyssa's feminine charms. He felt a sense of awe and wonder as his eyes searched the folds of her vaginal lips, the nub of her clitoris at the top, the soft bare flesh of her pubic mound, the pink flesh of her perineum leading down to her anus.

"It looks sort of like a pink rose about to blossom. I've seen vaginas in porn videos before, but yours is so much better," he complimented.

"I've watched porn, too, and I guess it'll help with the mechanics of what to do," she confessed, "but I've never really liked it."

"Why not?" he asked, "Too embarrassing?"

"Not at all. Like I said, I'm not a prude," she stated flatly. "It's just that I was always struck by its lack of emotional intimacy. It seems like the people in it really don't give a rat's ass about each other. It's physical intimacy completely disconnected from any emotional ties."

Dan thought about it for a moment, as he continued ogling her bare cleft from close range. "You've got a point. Maybe that's why this seems so much better."

"You mean you give a rat's ass about me?" she laughed.

He looked up from her genitals and caught her eye momentarily. "I do – I care about you, Alyssa. We've been friends for a long time. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He couldn't resist looking back down at her snatch.

"You've got me naked and you're staring at my pussy, Dan. I think I would have stopped a long time ago if I was going to wimp out on you."

"I'm trained at law to remember that 'no means no' – no matter how far along things have progressed."

"Well, my knight in shining armor, I'll remember that too. Um – YOU'RE not saying 'no', are you? After all, I'm trained at law, too."

"Not a chance!" Dan asserted. He reached out with two fingers and touched her vaginal lips for the first time. The surface was slick and warm. Alyssa saw Dan's penis lurch with excitement.

"Um, Alyssa," he mumbled, "would it be okay if..." He stopped.

"If what?" she asked.

"If, um... if, I, uh – tasted you?"

"Oh, God – I thought you'd never ask." She pulled his face gently forward until his lips touched her heated slit. Instinctively, Dan knew just what to do.

His tongue darted forward, tracing a line of lubrication up one vaginal lip and down the other. Then it slipped between them. Then Dan began to suckle on her clitoral nub.

"Oh, my fucking God!" Alyssa moaned. "Oh, my fucking God!"

Dan slid his hand along her inner thigh. As he continued to slurp on her clit, he slid three fingers inside her slippery love tunnel.

For the next few minutes, he continued worshipping at the altar of her sopping cunt, tasting the delicious nectar of her pussy juices. Her vagina began to throb, pulsating around his fingers and tongue. "Holy mother of God, Dan! You're going to make me cum!"

He came up for air. "Should I stop?" he wheezed.

"God, NO! Make me cum!" she shouted.

Dan increased the rhythm of his oral assault on her clit. He thrust his fingers more rapidly in and out of her vagina. He felt the pulsating of her pussy walls grow stronger, until finally Alyssa let out a low wail. She pulled his face against her crotch. Words escaped her, but Dan instinctively knew from her thrashing and moaning that she was in the midst of an intense orgasm. 

After the waves of ecstasy subsided, Alyssa pulled Dan on top of her. She kissed him, tasting her own juices that were smeared on his face and lips.

As she caught her breath, she said, "I want your penis in my vagina."

"Shouldn't you suck my cock first, like they do in the porn videos?" Dan asked coquettishly.

"We'll have plenty of time for that later. Right now I need to feel you inside me."

"Don't we need protection? I didn't bring any." He honestly had not contemplated this outcome to the evening as even a remote possibility.

"I bought some at the pharmacy, just in case," she admitted, "but I don't want to use them. I want to feel your dick pumping inside me. I'm afraid the latex may diminish the experience. And I shouldn't be anywhere close to the part of my cycle where I could get pregnant. I only bought them because I thought you would have had other – partners. But since you haven't, I'm fine to have unprotected sex. That is, if you are."

Dan weighed the choices for all of two seconds. "I'm in!" he exclaimed.

"Not yet, you're not," she chided, "but we'll get you in ASAP!"

With that, she lay back and spread her legs wide.

Dan tried to position himself to enter her. He moved to where his erection touched her inner thigh. The oozing fluid on the tip of his cock created a trail of semen along her thigh, allowing his penis to slide frictionless toward the juncture of her thighs. Within seconds, his love tool was poised at the entrance to her love tunnel. 

This is really happening, he thought, though in the recesses of his mind he was waiting for an alarm clock to rouse him out of his reverie.

He felt his penis touch her vaginal lips. He pushed forward, but his tool wouldn't slide inside her toolbox. 

"I'm not sure it's pointed the right direction. I might need a little help," he said.

She grasped his bulging tool and lined it up with her sopping slit. He eased forward, trying desperately not to cum before his heat-seeking missile found her docking station. He felt his cock head being basted by her juices. But the rest of his length wouldn't go all the way in.

"It's the hymen," she sighed. "I need you to push a little harder to get past it."

"How about we turn over, so you control the speed and pressure?" he asked.

"Cowgirl?"

"Looks like somebody knows her sexual positions," he quipped, "and yes, cowgirl – riding bareback!"

They separated their partial union momentarily. Dan rolled over and lay on his back on the bed, his prick pointed stiffly at the ceiling. He watched, enthralled, as Alyssa positioned her slim frame over him, her bare pubic mound straddling his bulging cock. Her dazzling smile from earlier in the evening flashed again. She grasped his prick and rubbed it against her slit. "Lubrication," she explained.

Dan was mesmerized as Alyssa lowered her body onto his fully extended rod. He was transfixed by the sight of his cock head disappearing inside her body. She stiffened and paused as it pressed against her hymen. Then, as if a gate had opened, her body continued its downward descent. Dan saw his penis disappear as her vagina swallowed it whole.

Alyssa leaned forward to kiss Dan. Their tongues darted into each other's mouths. Her body began to rock up and down on his. Dan felt her warmth and wetness sliding with a heavenly, gentle friction against his pulsating cock. He began to gently thrust upward until they were pelvis to pelvis. 

Dan leaned back for a better look. The cowgirl angle gave him a full, beautiful view of the joining of their genitalia. It also gave him a perfect look at her perfect little tits with their fully extended nipples, bouncing up and down to their mutual rhythm. Dan had never known such sensual visual and tactile pleasure. Alyssa began to virtually purr with excitement, adding an audible element to Dan's inventory of first-time pleasures.

I can't believe this, he thought. We're really fucking!

As if reading his mind, Alyssa whispered, "I've been wanting to make love to you for SO long, Dan. This is a dream come true!"

Dan couldn't bring himself to lie. He had never thought of Alyssa in this way until tonight. So he told a reassuring truth: "This is better than I could have ever imagined."

She kissed him again, then began to bounce up and down on his rod, deeper and faster. Dan's earlier premature ejaculation had given him a fair bit of stamina, but Alyssa's movements were bringing him to the brink of orgasm. He reached out to rub her clit with his fingers.




New Year's Resolution



Introduction

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I've been reading Literotica for a year or so. This is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Unlike a many "First Time" stories, I've tried hard to not embellish things. This is not a story about a Navy Seal guy ramming his 12" cock hard into a cute blonde cheerleader with 36DDDs. I am just a normal girl and this is a true story about how I lost my virginity as best as I can recall. I started writing the story the next day. 

Sincerely,

Roxanne4u

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The Resolution.

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I'll tell you a bit about myself. My name is Roxanne. I'll be going to Texas A&M this fall. I live in the Dallas area with my parents, they have a nice house in the suburbs, I'm the only child. Mom & dad treat me well, I have pretty much everything I need. I am 5'6" tall, brunette long curly hair, hazel eyes, maybe a "few extra pounds" here and there. 

Have you ever heard one of those "First baby born in the new year" stories? That's me. I was born at 12:02 AM officially, in 1995. Obviously my parents were not partying the usual way on new years eve. I am now 19 years old. This year on my birthday and new years I made a new years resolution to lose my virginity. I am a senior in highschool going to college this fall, and I really don't want to go as a virgin. I know all about the college boys from stories I've heard, and I don't want to be taken advantage of. I want to lose it on my own terms.

So what are my terms? You always hear that you shouldn't have sex unless it's with the "right person" or someone that you "are in love with" or even "Don't have sex till you're married." That doesn't work for me. I want to try it out and have fun. Experiment with different guys, maybe even a girl or two. I don't want to feel attached emotionally to the guy at first. Maybe if I find a guy that is good in the sack I might become emotionally attached, but that will come later. For now, I just would like to get into the whole sex thing and understand for myself what it's all about up close and personal. 

My plan to follow through with my new years resolution was to find a guy who was actually experienced and good in bed, rather than a newbie like myself. A guy who could teach me a thing or two. I don't want him to know about my virginity, I'll tell him after the deed is done. 

How do I find such a guy? I'm thinking the best way would be to get a referral from one of his ex-girlfriends. That sounds like a good plan at first, but maybe not? What if she has an axe to grind with him? Am I going to get an honest opinion from an ex? But I can't think of any other good ways. I certainly can't ask the guy...every guy thinks he is a rock star in bed, there's zero chance he's going to be honest about that. 

The Meeting

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It was a Saturday morning, I was finishing up a walk through a path in our neighborhood and our next door neighbor was out on her front porch. I didn't know her very well, but I did know her name was Angela. Angela seemed nice, the kind of girl I could get along with. She looked to be early 30's and single, I've seen a couple of guys once in a while but nobody lives with her. She seems to be doing quite well, nice house and drives a nice new BMW. 

I thought to myself quickly when I saw her that maybe she could help me with my resolution. So I said a cheerful "Hey how are you, it's a beautiful day today isn't it?" I walked up to her porch.

"You're looking good, I see you out walking quite a bit, I should do more of that myself." she said. 

I was thinking on my feet, and pushed it a bit. "We should go walk together, let's figure out a good time that works for both of us. I'd love to have a workout companion, my mom's not into it." I said. 

"Absolutely, that's a good idea. Hey, you want to go get lunch today and work out our schedule? I don't have any plans for this weekend at all." she asked. 

"Sounds good to me, how bout I come back around noon?" I replied.

"Sure, that sounds like a plan, see you then!"

I went back in my place, my mom and dad were sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee. My dad said "Hey mom and I were thinking about going out on a date night next weekend, staying over at a bed and breakfast. Are you OK with that? You'll probably be alone all weekend."

"Sure, no problem at all, I can deal with it, that sounds like fun for you! I'll go hang with my girlfriends. Oh, by the way, I just talked to Angela next door and we're going out for lunch." I replied.

"Oh great! We don't know much about her, I hope you have a good time." my mom said.

I went upstairs to take a shower. While I was showering and getting dressed, I thought about talking to Angela to get a guy reference. That seemed like a good plan to me, she was a bit older, probably has had at least a couple ex boyfriends that were good in bed, maybe she could hook me up. Of course I really didn't know much about her, it could be really embarrassing to even bring up the subject with her. But I felt OK with it, I needed to start somewhere. 

Noon came, I walked over to her place and rang the doorbell. She came out and we hopped in her BMW and drove over to a local sandwich/coffee shop. We both ordered up the house specialty which was a turkey, cream cheese, and cranberry sandwich, sounds kinda weird and reminds one of thanksgiving, but it tastes really good. 

We made small talk for a while, didn't talk about anything interesting. I asked her what she did for a living, she told me she was a recruiter working for a high tech firm in downtown Dallas. I got my nerve up a bit to ask her to help me out by asking if she was in any relationship right now. She told me that she wasn't in anything serious, she dated "a few guys" but nothing serious. It seemed to me like she was the perfect choice in a woman who could help me out, she was a professional recruiter. So I went for it.

I said "Angela, I'm wondering if you could help me with something. I know you're going to think this is really weird but I have to ask."

"Sure...anything at all! What is it?" she replied.

I knew she wouldn't do "anything at all" for me, we hardly knew each other. But that's exactly what I needed, this really was a weird thing to ask. 

I blurted out my problem. "Well, as I said you're going to think this is weird, but I made a new years resolution to lose my virginity before I go to college this fall. I really want to go through with it, but I don't have a boyfriend, and there's no guys I know at all that I think might be good to ask, all my friends are just way too immature. So, I'm wondering if you can make any recommendations for me, get me hooked up with an experienced guy who you think would be good?"

"Wow, you're right, that is kinda weird. Why don't you just wait till the time is right, till you're in love with someone and it just feels good? Like maybe prom night or something like a lot of kids do?" she replied. I was relieved that she was willing to talk to me at least, although she was taking on the motherly role a bit too much for my liking.

"I really don't want to do it that way, I think it would be better to experiment with sex a little...ok a LOT... before I fall in love with someone. Gain some experience so I know what I'm looking for in a man before I fall in love with someone who ends up being really bad in bed." I said.

She smiled big and touched my forearm. "You go girl! I know exactly what you're talking about. My thoughts exactly! I lost mine when I was about your age, and that was like 15 years ago and I'm still experimenting and having the time of my life. Maybe I'll fall in love some day, but it hasn't happened yet. I do enjoy my boy toys though, do I ever!"

She continued. "I think I have the perfect guy for you. I just went out with him the other night and I am sure he could fulfill your resolution very well. He has definitely fulfilled some of my similar needs a few times." she grinned slyly.

"I'm impressed, I can't believe you could come up with someone that quick. I was thinking this might take a while. Tell me a little about him?" I asked.

"Sure. His name is Tom. He's about my age, maybe 35, he's a single dad with a 13 year old daughter. His wife died in a car accident about 10 years ago, and he decided to just raise his daughter on his own without having to deal with the step-mom drama. Of course he still has needs like any normal guy does, so we are "friends with benefits", and he has one other similar girlfriend also. We all know about each other, and we all agree to be OK with it, we all understand that none of us wants an exclusive relationship, at least not now."

"The one thing I will tell you is that he is really good in bed, probably the best I've ever slept with. He is very attentive to my needs, he makes sure I am completely satisfied every time. So if you start of with him, he's going to set the bar very high. Hmmm...maybe I should hook you up with someone who isn't as good as him...no, I like you, you deserve him." She smiled. 

I was grinning ear to ear as she described him. She's right, he did sound perfect. "Sounds awesome to me. I don't know what to say, you've given me the chills. Are you sure you'd be OK with a guy who is basically your boyfriend having sex with another girl like me?" 

"I'm OK, don't worry about that. We have an agreement. It's totally a Friends With Benefits No Strings Attached deal between us. Until his daughter moves out of the house in like 5 years, he doesn't want to get serious. Actually I'm friends with his daughter too, but she thinks of me like her sister. Everyone's on the same page, except she doesn't know that her dad sleeps with me or anything, at least I don't think she does. We keep that private." she said. 

"You know what? He lives really nearby here too, why don't we give him a ring and see if he can drop by here? He's usually free on the weekends." she said. Now I was getting nervous. I hadn't made myself up or anything, and wasn't exactly dressed super good. But It felt like this was as good a time as any. 

"Well, I guess so...sure." I replied, hiding my fear.

She got out her phone and rang him up. "Hey Tom, I'm over at the sandwich shop with someone I think you should meet. Do you have a few minutes to drop by and talk?" she asked him. I couldn't hear what he said, but she replied back "OK great, see you in a few." 

"Wow, he's going to come over? I'm nervous. OK one thing before he gets here, I don't want him to know that I am a virgin. Please don't tell him, I just want it to seem like a normal date with me, I don't want him to do anything weird because it is my first time, I just want to do things like regular people do. You think that would be OK?" I asked nervously.

"OK, I won't tell him. I hadn't really thought about that, but I won't tell him, I promise. You can tell him on your own time, if you want. I'll just set you up on a date and let you take it from there."

We got some refills on our drinks and waited. I was really scared about this whole situation but I wanted to follow through, I told myself that it would be OK.

A man walked in and waved to Angela. He was a good looking guy, probably 5'10" and just like me "a few extra pounds" here and there, but nice looking. hair cut very short, basically a buzz cut, with a tightly trimmed beard to match. A bit of grey here and there. He had a nice smile. I was relieved that his looks were not too weird, at least I wouldn't be losing it to a guy I would have nightmares about later. 

He gave Angela a hug and a kiss on the cheek, like she was his sister. "How are you?" he said. He had a nice deep voice.

"I'm doing good, thanks! This is Roxanne, she's my next door neighbor." Can I get you a coffee or anything? 

"Sure, just make it a triple espresso." he said.

Angela got up and stood in line, he sat down. "I think I've seen you before, I've been to Angela's place a few times and I think I saw you walking." he said. 

"Yeah, I do walk quite a bit, I don't think I've ever seen you." I said.

Angela came back with the espresso. "So Tom, Roxanne and I were just having some girl talk and I thought of you. She's broken up with a couple guys in a short period of time, and she's getting kinda tired of going out with these high school boys, they are just too immature for her." 

"Yeah I remember how I was when I was in high school...How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm 18, a senior. I'm going to Texas A&M this fall." I said.

Angela went on. "So what do you think about going out on a date with her, show her what it's like to go out with a real man rather than a little boy? And don't worry, I told her about your family situation, she knows that you don't want to get serious or anything, and she's the same way. She just wants to get out and have some fun, kind of a rebound relationship. What do you think?"

Tom looked at me and smiled. "Well she's a very pretty girl, I know almost nothing about her except her first name and her age and where she lives, but I suppose that's a good start, we can go out if you'd like."

I was relieved that he was OK with it. Things were going very well, almost too good. "Sounds good to me! How about next Saturday? Want to pick me up about 5?" I said. I pushed that time, because I knew my parents were going to be out of town.

"That works for me. I'll see you then! Nice to meet you, I'm looking forward to getting to know you, I think it'll be fun. I've got to go now, I'm meeting up with Bill to do some things." he said. 

"Nice to meet you too! See you on Saturday!" I replied.

Angela walked him to the front door and they talked a bit, I couldn't hear them. She came back and told me "I think it's going to be great between you, a perfect matchup, both in and out of the bedroom. I'm really happy that I thought of him for you."

"Thanks so much, you are awesome, he's a great looking guy. Thank you thank you so much!" I said. "Of course he doesn't know yet that the main point of this is for me to lose my virginity, but I'll figure out how to tell him when the time comes. I hope he's OK with it."

Angela laughed. "I'm sure he'll be OK. Any guy who gets the opportunity to do a girl like you won't turn it down, believe me. And I know Tom, he's definitely got a high libido, I have him on speed dial for when I really need it, and he never disappoints."

We packed up and headed back home. "Thank you so much for setting this up for me, I'll let you know how it goes. " I told her, as we pulled up in her driveway.

"You better, girl. I want to know the whole story in detail. Don't hold back on me. "

I smiled at her and gave her a hug. "OK I will, thanks again for everything."

The Preparation

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I went into my house, my parents were gone. I flopped down on the couch. This was all happening so fast. In some ways it wasn't happening fast enough. Now I was horny as hell, I was about to call up Tom and just have him come over and fuck me right now, get it over with. No...thats not a good idea, I'll just have to take care of myself. 

I went upstairs and lay down on my bed, unbuttoned my shorts and put my hand down there. I imagined what it would feel like, Tom's cock up in there. I couldn't wait, I was getting wet just thinking about it. I spread my lips apart with to fingers, and used a third finger to rub my clit, ever so lightly.

As I said, I was a virgin, but I did have some experience down there, all by myself. I've read stories about how some girls never have orgasms, and some do but it's a lot of work to get them to happen. Well, not me. I have been bringing myself to orgasm for years. I don't know how It happened the first time, I guess I just touched down there by accident and it felt good, so I touched more and it felt really good, and I just kept touching till it happened. By now, I know exactly how to make myself cum, and it only takes a minute or two with my finger. Then I can do it again. And again. I've read some stories that they call that a "multi-orgasmic" kinda girl, maybe that's what I am, I don't know, all I know is that it feels really good. I've also heard that it feels different if a girl cums when a guy's penis is up in there, I can't wait to feel that.

I was lying there touching myself imagining Tom's cock in my vagina, and it happened almost immediately. It felt so good. I did it again. I put my finger up in there as far as I could, I could feel that little barrier to entry, I knew that that was going to be broken by his cock next Saturday. That was a little scary to think about, I know they say it hurts, maybe a little, maybe a lot, but I was ready right now, I wanted it so bad. 

After my session of self-pleasure, I fell asleep. I guess I really needed a nap after that. I woke up and saw it was about 3PM and I thought to myself that I had things to to. I had only a week to prepare myself to become a real woman. The one thing I had heard about is trimming your pubic hair, I heard a lot of guys like that, so I looked up and found a brazilian wax studio and called them up to make an appointment. Luckily they were open for a 4pm time, so I got dressed and headed over to the studio.

When I got there a cute asian lady greeted me, introduced herself as Jennie. We took care of the paperwork and she took me back into a small room with a table. Jennie brought out a laminated sheet with some pictures of vaginal areas trimmed in various different styles. She asked me what I'd like. I had no idea what to choose, so I asked her. She pointed to the completely bald one, she told me that was the most popular. 

"Seriously? Wow...I would have never guessed. W 

I took my shorts and panties off and lay back on the table. Jennie told me to put my legs indian style. I was all spread out for her, she put gloves on and was stirring up the wax in the heater. She started with the area around my upper thigh, spread the hot wax around. 

Ladies... Don't believe them when they tell you it doesn't hurt. Thats a lie. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Remember that great scene in "The 40 year old virgin" when the guy gets his chest waxed? It's like that. But on a really sensitive part of your body. Seriously I don't think I am ever going back there again. Guys, you can just deal with the hair, it's all natural and all, I'm sure it's fine for you. Or maybe I'll shave it. Or maybe the guy can shave it for me. But waxing? Nope, it's not happening.

Jennie FINALLY finished. She brought out a mirror and showed it to me, asked for my approval. "Yes, it looks fine" I was done. I don't care if it doesn't look perfect. I'm done. Whew! I hope this sex thing is going to be worth it. 

The week went by very slowly. I really couldn't wait to get this on. School just dragged. I spent the afternoons and evenings trying to do things to make myself feel good, like getting my hair and nails done, shopping for a cute dress, a pedicure, etc. I wanted to look as good as possible for him. My mom had put me on one of those birth control shots that lasts six months since I was 16, so it was nice to know that wasn't going to be an issue.

The Date

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Saturday finally arrived. My parents took off early in the morning for their breakfast in bed weekend in Austin. I spent the afternoon getting ready. I felt ready, I wanted to do this thing. I had no idea what the plan was for our date, I figured I'd leave that up to him. 

5 o'clock sharp he pulled up. He rang the doorbell, I answered. He was dressed nice, all black pants and button down shirt. 

"Hello Roxanne, how are you?" You look awesome! I was dressed up and made up a lot more than last time he saw me. 

"I'm great, thanks! You look great too. Thanks for coming, I've been looking forward to our date. " I said. 

"So I have two reservations tonite for us. First is dinner, my favorite sushi restaurant, then comedy. Most comedy places don't let you in until you're 21, but there's a place thats OK with 18 year olds as long as they are with someone older. They do have a two drink minimum though, are you OK with being the designated driver? I won't get sloppy drunk or anything but it might be best. "




New Year's Resolution



"Sure, I can do that. We taking your truck? " I asked. He had pulled up in a nice new F150 pickup, looked like fun to me. 

"Sure, that works." We hopped in. He drove. He told me that the places we were going were near downtown Dallas, which is about 20 minutes away. We took the time to get to know each other a bit, I told him about my college aspirations, he told me about his job and his daughter. Pretty much small talk, but we had a good talk.

We arrived at the downtown location of the sushi bar and were seated. Nice place, lots of little semi-private seating areas, dimly lit. We ordered up some endamande appetizer and a coulple of rolls to share. We kept chatting, again mostly small talk. 

So far there wasn't much sexual energy going on, I thought I'd take it up a notch. I put my foot between his legs under the table, pressing up against his calf. He pressed his leg back against mine, we continued talking as if there was nothing going on under the table. 

I took the conversation up a notch too. "Angela told me about your wife and daughter, I bet that's been hard to deal with, being single all that time. You're a really nice guy, you have a good job, nice truck, you look really nice...I bet the women are standing in line waiting for you. Oh, and Angela told me you're really good in bed too, yes we're girls, we talk about those things."

He turned bright red, smiling big and put his hand over his mouth. "Wow...you guys really did talk. OK I get it now. I almost feel like a gigolo now." 

I felt like maybe I told him a bit too much. "No it's nothing like that don't worry, I'm not going to pay you to sleep with me or anything. But on the other hand, if you'd like to sleep over tonite I'm good with that, it's up to you." 

"Well I'm not saying no, for sure, but let's see how things go." He rubbed his leg against mine a little, and put 8 hand over mine on the table. 

We finished dinner and left the restaurant. Next up was the comedy club, which was just a couple of blocks away, so we walked. 

The comedy routines were great, there were about 5 or 6 acts. Tom and I both had a good time. We sat close together, our arms around each other sometimes. Tom had 3 or 4 drinks, he was getting into the show and having a lot of fun. 

Rounding the Bases

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After the show we walked back to his truck, and I drove us back to his place. It was a nice big house not too far from my place. I pulled into the driveway and parked. Just when we got inside into the living room he pulled me towards him and gave me a kiss. "So, Angela says I am good in bed, what do you think, want to see if she's telling the truth?"

"Absolutely. I don't believe anything she says." I smiled, giving his butt cheeks a squeeze.

I get down on my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out. He had boxers on. I couldn't wait any more, I had to see it. I pulled down his boxers and there it was, right in my face. 

I'd never actually seen a penis before in real life, at least up close. I've had a short glance at my dad's from a distance a couple of times and felt a boyfriend's through his jeans, and of course seen them in porn on the internet but thats it. Tom's was hanging down, it looked quite large already. 

The reality of the situation was starting to sink in. I have no idea if Tom's penis was bigger or smaller than other guys, and its not like I got out a ruler to measure or anything but all I can say is that it looked bigger than I expected. It sure was a lot bigger than my finger or tampons, which were the biggest things I've ever put in there so far. I was a little scared.

I touched it and looked it over carefully. I knew from pictures I'd seen in sex-ed that he was uncircumcised. I pulled back his foreskin, the head was dark red and very smooth. Up and down the shaft there were veins running around, that part wasn't smooth at all. I squeezed it a little. It felt soft and spongy. His scrotum was cool looking, all wrinkly. I felt around gently and could feel his balls, they were much bigger than I expected too, they filled up my hand.

Guys are lucky. It must be really fun to play with their equipment anytime they want. I'm jealous. 

As I was messing around with his penis, it started growing bigger and bigger. It grew up more than twice as big as it was when I first saw it, and was now sticking up at a 45° angle and very hard. I could see a bit of clear liquid seeping out at the tip. 

Now I was even more scared, as I watched and felt his penis grow. Probably now in retrospect he just had a normal penis like most guys, but with it fully erect and right there in my face it just seemed huge. 

Here on Literotica, one common thread in the stories is that guys like blowjobs. I've never read a story that he didn't like it. So there Tom's cock was, pointing right towards my mouth, this seemed like as good a time as any to give it a try. I had no clue what I was doing so I went carefully and slowly. I licked up and down and around the head, then put it into my mouth as far as I could, wrapping my lips and tongue around it. I choked a bit when it hit the back of my throat. 

I heard some moans from him, I figured I was at least doing something right so I kept at it. I felt him rest his hand on my head, groaning more and more. I had no idea how long to do this or what to expect, but it was fun so I kept at it. After a few minutes then he pulled it out of my mouth and said "Baby that was awesome I think I should return the favor. Why don't you sit down over here."

"Oooh I'd like that." I said. He was now naked and I was still fully clothed. 

"I think I have too many clothes on." I said. I pulled my one-piece up over my head, I was now in just in matching red lace bra and panties.

"I was really looking forward to seeing your tits all night. Do you mind? " he asked. 

I smiled. He took that as an answer and came up to me and reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Obviously that was not his first time. He tossed it on the couch and without stopping pulled my panties down and took a step back to look at me. 

"Wow. You are unbelievably beautiful. And I really like that you're clean shaven, I don't think I've ever seen that before except in porn movies."

"Well I hope you do enjoy that, I had it waxed at a salon just for you and I'm never going back there, its way too painful. "

"Well let me take a look." He led me over to the couch and I sat down. He kneeled in front of me and spread my legs and looked closely down there. I had no idea what to expect but I was looking forward to it. He spread my pussy lips apart with his fingers, I had a rush of adrenaline down there when he touched me. "Wow, I like that a lot, very beautiful."

He started sucking my nipples. They were already hard, but now got harder. He switched back and forth between my left and right, using his hands to work the other one. At the same time he brought his hips up and I could feel his hardness pressing between my labia and against my clit, he rubbed it up and down. He was stimulating so many different erogenous zones, it was like sensory overload. 

He then came up and kissed me deeply, our tongues wrapped around each other. He reached down and put his hand over my entire pussy area, feeling the heat, still kissing me deeply. He then pulled away from me and leaned back, spreading my legs apart with his hands on my knees. 

Looked into my eyes, then down to my pussy and and went down, burying his nose between my labia and breathing in. Then I could feel his tongue, starting at the bottom and licking up slowly and deeply, all the way up past my clit, but avoiding actually touching it. He started licking all over, my inner lips, my outer lips, poking his tongue inside, everywhere, but continued to avoid my clit. This felt so good, I knew I was building up to an orgasm real soon. 

Then is happened. He started licking from the bottom up, and this time didn't avoid my clit at all. He sucked it in with his lips and I could feel his tongue against it, it felt so good, and my orgasm started to come in waves almost immediately. My thighs came together around his head and pulled him in tightly, probably suffocating him for a while. My ass pumped up and down on the couch, his head still grabbed ahold of between my legs, and he was still licking and sucking as much as he could with me jumping around. My orgasm lasted longer than ever, probably at least 30 seconds, It was amazing. I finally settled down and let go of his head, he pulled away. 

"Wow, girl, that was a serious orgasm. I don't think I've ever experienced one that intense. You want another?" he asked. 

I couldn't talk yet, I hadn't even recovered. This guy was incredible. He gave cunnilingus a whole new meaning, at least I thought so, since this was my first time receiving it. I had given myself orgasms before with my little magic bullet vibrator or my fingers, but this was on a whole different level. His artistry with his tongue was like 10 times better than the ones I could give myself. And then he repeated. I couldn't believe it, twice in a row. The second one took only a couple minutes more, and felt even better.

Then he came up and gave me a kiss. I could taste my juices in his mouth. "That was fun. I hope you enjoyed it." he said, sarcastically. Of course he knew from all my thrashing about that I did enjoy it. I wasn't recovered yet, so my response was just an "mmmmmmmmmmm"

The Secret Revealed

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I could feel his member pressed up against my pussy. He leaned back and grabbed hold of that nice big beautiful cock and rubbed the tip around my clit. He was looking into my eyes. The time had come. There was no turning back.

I thought it best to give him full disclosure at this point. "Tom, before you do that, I have something I need to tell you. This is my first time. I am a virgin." I said.

"Wow, that does change things, I had no idea. You seemed like you knew what you were doing, so far at least." he replied.

"Well maybe just beginners luck, but the truth is you penis is the first one I've ever seen in real life. It looks great, by the way, I'm looking forward to feeling it the way mother nature intended." I smiled.

I continued. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. before, I just didn't want to spoil the mood. I'm kinda embarrassed that I haven't lost it yet." 

"That's OK, no problem at all. Just to be clear, you do want to make it happen tonight?" he asked. 

"Yes, absolutely. That was my whole plan, I am just done with this whole virgin thing, I want to move on with my life. Honestly, when I saw you about ready to do it, I was a little scared, they say it hurts, and your penis is bigger than I expected." I said.

He chuckled. "Don't worry about that, I'm just a normal guy, I'm sure it'll fit just fine. Honestly, every other girl I've ever been with was experienced, so I'm not sure what to expect, but we'll take it slow and easy, I promise."

The Resolution Fulfilled

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He stood up and took my hand. "Let's go up to my bedroom, that'll be more comfortable for both of us." He lead me upstairs. 

We pulled back the covers on his bed. I really wanted to experience losing it with all my senses, so I told him "Let's leave the light on, I would love to watch how it works." 

I lay down on my back, with a couple of pillows propping me up against the headboard. I spread my legs a bit to communicate that I was ready for him. He opened the bedside drawer and took out some lube and spread it on his cock, his eyes on my pussy the whole time. He came up between my legs and continued where he was before, teasing my labia and clitoris with his cock head.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, looked into his eyes and said "OK let's do this."

He aligned the tip to my entrance and let go with his hand. It was a bit scary to see that huge thing, clearly hard as a rock, veins popping out glistening with the silicone lube he'd put on, about to intrude my virgin pussy. But I was ready and my pussy was ready, the time had come.

Tom started slipping in very slowly, I could see my lips stretching out and definitely felt the feeling of being filled up completely, then more, then a lot more, things stretching, pressure against many spots I didn't even know were there. I expected pain, because that's what everyone says, but there was very little pain, mostly just intense pressure, not something that I would have screamed about or even said "OW!" But it felt incredible, much better than I ever expected. When it was about a third of the way in I felt the resistance of my pussy gave way a bit, allowing him to complete the journey to my womanhood.

He continued pushing it all the way without stopping, until I couldn't see his shaft anymore at all. I reached both arms around his back, pulling him towards me and hugging him tight. My heartrate was through the roof. I was breathing heavily. He didn't let go, didn't pull out even a little bit, he knew that I needed to be held tight till my pussy adjusted to its intruder. I released him from my embrace end we looked into each others eyes. 

I smiled at him, just a little bit. "I think we did it. I'm pretty sure I'm not a virgin anymore. Thank you, Tom." 

He chucked. "Yes, I think you're right. Theres no need to thank me, I should be thanking you! Letting me be your first? That's an honor and a privilege. You OK?"

"Yeah I think so. I don't think I ever want you to pull it out, it feels so wonderful to be filled up like that by you."

He smiled. "Your pussy is sooooo tight. It feels unbelievably awesome. I think it's time for some of the good old in-and-out action." He started pulling out slowly, I wimpered. He pushed it back in with a bit more force, filling me up again. That felt amazingly good. He started thrusting gently in and out, slowly at first, then speeding up a bit. 

This guy obviously knew how to fuck, it felt so good. I closed my eyes, laying back and just enjoying my first fuck. Now I knew I had made the right new years resolution. This was awesome. There was still a bit of pain, but mixed with a lot of pleasure. I understand now why people want to fuck so much now that I was actually doing it. 

The pleasure was building up while he was fucking me. He had already given me several orgasms orally, this feeling was a bit like the buildup to the other orgasms he'd given me, but different. His cock was rubbing up inside in an area that felt wonderful, I tilted my hips a bit to find just the right angle. The feeling was intensifying a lot, as the force of his penetration increased. His cock felt so wonderful inside me, everything from rubbing against the spots inside me that I didn't even know existed to his balls slapping against my ass. It all just felt so new and different. 

I was breathing hard but whimpered to him "Don't stop, keep going just like that." He did as he was told. Then it happened. By far the best orgasm I've ever felt. I felt my pussy clamping down on him hard. He tried his best to keep pumping in and out like I told him, but my pussy almost prevented penetration. 

My orgasm came in waves, and finally ended. I put my hands on his chest, signaling him to stop. I looked up at him. "Tom, that was the most awesome thing I've ever felt. I don't know what you just did, but it was amazing. I think it's your turn now, I want to feel you cum inside me."

"Oooooh baby, yes. Let's turn over." Was his response.

He withdrew and rolled me over. I got onto my knees, spread my legs and lay my head and shoulders down on the bed, exposing my pussy to him. I reached back with my hand and felt my pussy lips, It felt different now that it was no longer virgin territory. The lips were swollen, very sensitive. I felt like I needed at least one more orgasm, and I had an idea that Tom would provide that for me, as I saw him coming up behind me with his beautiful cock ready for more action.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down along my slit, searching for the entrance. I reached back and felt it, anticipating the inevitable. Since my barrier was gone, he was able to thrust into me with one nice long thrust, his aim was perfect. Now the head of his cock was pressing against a totally new spot inside me than it was before, even further in. It felt different but just as good, if not better. It seemed to me that he was enjoying this position too, he grunted and moaned and breathed heavily as he fucked me, his grunta in unison with the massive thrusts.

I was moaning loudly in unison with his strokes, from him came more grunting and even harder thrusting. He slapped my ass a couple times. Ooooh. That felt good. 

Then it hit me like a freight train. Even more intense than the last time, probably because he was pounding me even harder and deeper in this position, I exploded in orgasm, I screamed and I could feel my pussy clamping down hard on his cock again. This time, probably because his angle was better, he was able to continue pumping all the way in, my pussy wasn't able to resist the penetration. It must have felt really good to him when my pussy clamped down on his cock,, as he started screaming too and did another 6 or 8 strokes really hard and deep into me, then fell on top of me, breathing really hard.

He collapsed on top of me, and withdrew. I was really sad to feel his penis leave my vagina, it felt so good in there. We both lay spread eagle on the bed, breathing heavily.

I was so completely satisfied and happy, this was the best thing I've ever done. We pulled up the sheets and fell asleep in each others arms, almost immediately.

The Morning

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In the morning I woke up to the smell of coffee, I walked down to the kitchen and there he was, making pancakes on the griddle. I was going to have to try really hard not to fall in love with him, he was such a great guy! 

We sat down at his kitchen table and ate pancakes and eggs and bacon, almost in silence. I know I was thinking about what had happened last night, and probably so was he.

He broke the silence. "So, you want to tell me the whole story? I feel like I know only a few parts of it here and there." Tom said. 

I told him everything, about my ex boyfriends who were lame, about my new year's resolution, about my conversation with Angela.

"Well I am glad I could help you out. Believe me I had a lot of fun, and enjoyed it a lot, maybe a bit more fun than an old guy like me can handle. I think I better go to the doctor for a checkup. You really put my heart into overdrive."

"The feeling is mutual." I said, grinning ear to ear. So what do you think, you want to do the No Strings Attached thing for the next few months before I go to school? I could use some sex lessons I think, I had no idea what I was doing and you seem to be an expert." I asked. 

"Oooh that does sound like fun, sure I could be your teacher. I've role played before as a teacher, but this would be real!" he replied. 

"I hope it won't doesn't upset Angela too much, but feel free to be her friend too, I bet she's fun in bed."

"Oh definitely, she's a lot of fun. We've been friends for a while, I met her soon after my wife died, and she helped me through some things. I really appreciate her friendship, in more ways than one. It's especially nice of her to get me hooked up with you. We are such good friends, she respects my decision not to have any serious relationship with anyone, but understands my need as a man to get laid, so she hooks me up, no strings attached."

"Well she said a lot of good things about you too, she told me that you were really good in bed and that's no lie!"

He drove me back to my place and dropped me off. He gave me a deep kiss and said "See ya later Roxy, give me a call to schedule your first lesson."

The End

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New Year's Resolution



That's my story about how I lost my virginity. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did. This is my first story, I'd love any feedback, ratings, and tips you can give me, I'd love to write another.

Roxanne4u