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Something Different Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



PART 1: Passion

***

My favorite room in our apartment, the bedroom. I had to admit, it looked beautiful. I'd pulled out all the stops this night. I left work early, so as to have plenty of time to set up my surprise. I had strung up Christmas lights all around the ceiling and scattered two dozen candles all about the room. I'd carefully arranged the bed, propping up her stuffed animals and the heart-shaped pillow I'd bought her last Valentine's day. The pizza arrived just five minutes before she was due to come home, so it would be hot and fresh when she arrived. I'd picked up the latest Meg Ryan romantic comedy on the way home as well. She loves Meg Ryan. I changed into fresh clothes, and dabbed on some cologne.

I heard the key in the door, and took my place just inside the entry-way. She walked in, looking as haggard as ever. She was still so beautiful, but it must have been a rough day at work today.

"Hi, Kelly. Welcome home." I gave her my warmest smile, and brought out the dozen long-stem roses I'd also grabbed on the way home. She smiled sweetly, and gave me a kiss. "Thank you."

We watched the movie and ate the pizza on the couch. I reached out to hold her hand, but she didn't squeeze back. It seemed like she was engrossed in the movie. That was okay. I could live with it. As long as she was happy.

After dinner we cleaned up, and I told her to wait in the living room. She protested for a moment, but demurred in the end. I turned on the Christmas lights and lit the candles, giving the bedroom a wonderfully warm glow. Do you know how long it takes to light two dozen candles? When I finally brought her in, she sighed happily looking around at how I'd transformed the room. We got ready for bed, and I crawled in next to her. She lay back contentedly, and then turned over to give me a kiss. One kiss led to a few more, and soon we were frenching madly. My hands were snaking under her pajama top and caressing her bare back, and I knew my raging erection was pressing painfully against her leg. My hands dipped to her ass, squeezing and caressing.

I ripped my shirt off and then whipped off hers. She was panting slightly, her eyes glazed over. Next came the snap of her bra, and I was burying my face in her upright B-cups, feeling her nipples hardening in the cool air. I shucked my shorts and she let me tug her shorts off, taking the panties with them. We continued to kiss and fondle, and my erection was screaming at me to get inside of her. She was kissing me back with a fervor right up until I settled my hips over hers.

Then at the last moment she turned her hips to the side, my cock bouncing painfully off her hip. She tugged the blankets over to cover her naked body, then settled herself back into the pillows. "I'm sorry, honey." She was apologetic. "I'm just not in the mood."

She hadn't been in the mood for two months now. Two months without even a handjob. Sigh. But I loved her. I didn't set up this night just to get laid. I wanted to make her happy. And it had seemed to work, she was much more relaxed tonight than she had been in a long time.

But it would be nice to get laid. You know?

***

"She's still not in the mood, right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

I happened to arrive for work at the same time Catherine did, and I held open the front door for her. Chivalry is never a bad thing. She looked me up and down, giving me the typical girl once over as I walked through after her. "You just look a little tense. If you'd gotten laid last night you would be relaxed and have this big stupid 'I just got laid' grin on your face right about now."

I had to smile. I guess all men were pretty easy to read to that extent. "I tried my best last night. No special occasion, I wanted to make her happy. We ate pizza on the couch, like we did in college. We watched a Meg Ryan romantic comedy. I bought her roses. I set candles and Christmas lights all through our bedroom... nothing. The passion is gone."

She turned back to watch where we were going and sighed. "I wish my boyfriend would do something like that for us."

"I wish my fiancée would appreciate me doing something like that."

We walked in silence for a moment before Catherine decided to change the direction of our conversation. "So, how about that U.S. Open?"

I just smiled. I loved tennis and always told with myself to make more time to play. Kelly wasn't really into sports, and really could care less about the Open. Catherine was one of the few people I'd ever met who enjoyed it as much as I did. We boarded the elevator and talked for the next minute about the Williams sisters and how they were dominating recently. But then we hit my floor and I bid her goodbye. I whistled on my way to my desk and found that after just talking with Catherine, my mood had improved considerably.

***

Wednesday afternoon. Another day in the office. I'd just spent the last hour and a half trying to clear up a contract issue with one of my medical clinics. I was a sales rep for Biodyne, a large pharmaceutical company based in Los Angeles. I covered one group of accounts, handling all of their requests for more information, giving presentations, etc. This particular doctor had wanted a record on one of his orders from 1997. I wasn't covering this area back then, and wasn't even out of school yet back then. So I'd had the pleasure of trying to find an order he feels he was over-billed on from five years ago blaming me for a problem that occurred when I did not work for the company. Another day in the office.

I had finally finished the call not ten seconds ago when the phone rang again. My eyes glared at my headset which I'd tossed onto the desk as if it were a poisonous snake eager to sink its teeth into me. I sighed, got the headset back on, and picked up the line. "Thank you for calling Biodyne this is Mike--."

"Dinner." The voice interrupted with a dull, flat monotone.

"Hey Jimmy." My response was equal in tone.

"Mario's."

"Uh, Six."

"Bye."

I hung up. Francine popped her pretty face over my cubicle wall. "What the heck was that?"

I paused for a moment before responding, casually losing myself in Francine's gorgeous face. She had big, almond-shaped eyes that currently featured sky-blue contact lenses which made her face glow under her jet black silky hair. Her lips were full-bodied, so extremely kissable that I could feel the instinctive tugging in my jaw to reach out and press my lips to hers. Then, after a few seconds of gazing, her question bounced into my brain.

"Oh, that was Jimmy. He wants us to get together at Mario's for dinner tonight. I said six o'clock and he'll call Catherine. You're coming, right?"

She stared at me with an incredulous look on her face. "You know, when girls talk to each other we tend to utter more than two lines in the whole conversation. You know, 'Hi! How are you? I'm fine. What do you want to eat? I dunno. I kinda feel like...' and all that."

"Guys are just more efficient I guess."

She shook her head, her long hair swaying side to side. "If you say so. Oh, and of course I'm coming." She turned and sank out of sight, back to work at her own desk on the other side of the cubicle wall.

I sighed. Dinner with "The Gang" was always fun. We relaxed, we joked, we felt at ease. Francine and Catherine had graduated from school and joined Biodyne at the same time I did. We had all worked together and developed together under Jimmy's personal guidance. Hanging out with them tonight would be the highlight of my day. Now for the low point of my day. I had to check in with my fiancée. My headset still in place, I hit the speed-dial to Kelly's office. After two rings, she picked up. The conversation was the same as usual. I told her I was going out. She felt hurt that I didn't want to have dinner with her. I told her that we ate dinner together six days out of the week, and this just happened to be my one evening with my friends. She wanted to know why I wanted to stay away from her. I told her I wasn't "actively" wanting to stay away from her; I just wanted to hang out with my friends. I hung out with them once a week, every week; this was nothing new. She said "well, fine." I told her "I love you." My ears strained to hear her say it back, but all I heard was <click>, and then the dial-tone.

We were happy once. Four years ago Kelly and I were both in college, and in the middle of a whirlwind romance. Graduation came and went, we found good jobs, and moved into an apartment together. We paid off our loans, and started to save some money. Shortly after, in the same romantic spot on the beach where we'd first met, I had proposed, and she had said "yes." It was the happiest day of my life. We began to plan our future together, picking out potential baby names, buying a condo together, and planning our wedding. We were healthy, in our early twenties, and told ourselves we had a great head start on building our lives. Kelly was so happy she had found her perfect man so easily and so soon in her life. But a lot can happen in a short amount of time. Our wedding date was to be just two months from now, but I wasn't ready, and we had postponed it indefinitely.

***

By five-fifteen I had concluded my business and was ready to get out of the office. I poked my head into Francine's cubicle, but she was still hammering away at some letter or another. She said she had to stick around and finish up, but would be at Mario's by six. I told her I would see her there, and then took off.

The restaurant was only fifteen minutes away, and of course Jimmy was there quite early. I found him at the bar, taking full advantage of Happy Hour before six o'clock rolled around. He boasted that he'd been out of the office well before five. Such were the advantages of running your own sales group. Over my objections, he bought me a drink.

When I first joined Biodyne, Jimmy was already a more experienced sales rep with the company. He had a friendly, outgoing personality and an easy charm that made everyone like him. He quickly became a mentor of sorts and helped me learn the tricks of the trade. He would take time out of his own schedule to assist me on my rounds, and let me practice my presentations on him so he could critique them. We had also developed into good friends, and would regularly hang out outside of work to go to ballgames, strip clubs, bars, the usual. About a year ago, his own hard work had paid off and he was promoted to run a sales group of his own. Fortunately, he still worked in the same building, so we still found plenty of time to hang out together.

While I was in the midst of the full-blown commitment of engagement and shared housing, Jimmy's relationship was the polar opposite. He was your prototypical guy who could never commit. He had been dating his girlfriend on and off for six years. "On" because they really were very good together. "Off" because every few months or so she would get fed up with his inability to commit and would leave him. But in the end, she always came back. Jimmy was a firm believer that the perfect relationship was one in which the guy had his life, she had her life, and they always could come together for a good time. He was a man who probably would never get married, and didn't really want kids.

Back to the restaurant though. Jimmy knocked back another beer before six o'clock. Right on schedule, the girls arrived. They had apparently driven together in Francine's car, and as they sashayed through the door side-by-side, all conversation stopped as every male within fifteen feet of the door stared at them. I guess they had taken the time to change while at the office, because there was no way upper management would let them work in the clothes that now semi-covered their sexy bodies.

Francine wore a short black miniskirt and three-inch heels in an effort to boost her petite height. Her full tits threatened to break through her sheer, backless halter-top. I knew from past conversations that she'd had them "enhanced" a couple of years back, although it appeared no one had any complaints with the results. She bounced perkily through the door, ignoring the stares and quickly caught sight of us. She beamed a wide smile in our direction, then started tugging Catherine after her.

While Franny was the flirty petite one, Catherine was the tall, quiet, and sensuous one. There was no question that she could have become a model. Her dark hair was streaked with blonde, highlighting her light hazel eyes. Tonight it was pulled up and fastened, showing off a graceful neckline. She wore high and tight slacks that showed off how long her legs were, and a stylish light purple blouse with a high collar, the top few buttons undone to show off a great rack. Almost down to the valley of her breasts, her ever-present silver cross glittered in the restaurant lighting. Catherine had gone to all-women's Catholic schools from pre-school all the way through college (St. Catherine), and was now reveling in her newfound freedom from the nuns, rapidly finding out how much of an influence she had over the male population. Despite her beauty, I had found myself thinking of Catherine much more as a friend and confidante than sex object, though. Aside from our tennis conversations, we had talked often of our own personal relationships, problems at work, whatever. I knew that I could always count on her if I needed someone to talk to. We used to talk every day until she was transferred to a different sales group, which put her on a higher floor.

We had just finished our pecks and hugs in greeting when the restaurant pager buzzed in Jimmy's pocket, alerting us that our table for four was ready. After Jimmy (the big spender) ordered two appetizer plates and some exotic alcoholic concoction we settled into our ritual inane conversation. They asked how Kelly was, and I told them she was "fine." I asked how each of their significant others were, and was moderately pleased to hear them say "fine" in the same dismissive tone.

***

After dinner was over, Francine declared that it was far too early to go home. She was feeling the urge to get out onto a dance floor somewhere. Jimmy quickly suggested a trendy bar we had been to several times, one that featured a good DJ and a nice dance floor. Since I lived back in the same direction as the office, where Catherine had left her car, I offered to drive with Catherine and drop her off on the way back.

Once on the way, we of course struck up the usual conversation. I asked Catherine when her boyfriend was going to propose. She said that it probably would happen soon. The problem, of course, was that he didn't love her, and she didn't love him either. They had met through a family friend just before she graduated, and they had clicked on some level. But ultimately, they were together for all of the wrong reasons. Alex was six years older than she was, and in the middle of climbing up the management ranks of his family's company. He was quite wealthy, and in fact had given her the Mercedes she now drove as a birthday gift. He represented security and a life of wealth. For him, Catherine was the perfect trophy wife. She was shy, sweet, and submissive to his every command. Yet she was gorgeous, and looked quite good hanging on his arm. He would probably trade her in for a new model after fifteen years or so, but Catherine would likely get a nice divorce settlement to live off of. But there was no love.

As she kept talking, I noticed how her eyes would mist up, and her voice would slightly break every now and then. We had talked about her relationship before, and with each passing conversation about it, she seemed to open up more and more to me. She softly spoke about how he never seemed interested in what she wanted out of their relationship, content to buy her expensive gifts as if that was all that was required of him. Whenever she felt sad or emotional, she knew that she could never rely on him for support.

Seizing on sudden insight, I asked if she had ever told him any of this. A single tear escaped her eyes and ran down her cheek. She never could tell him. They simply never communicated. In fact, Francine and I were the only ones Catherine ever talked to about her relationship. When we were stopped at a red light, she leaned across the seat and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "You always listen to me."

When I felt her soft lips brush against my cheek, my heart began to race. She looked so vulnerable at this moment, her sweet eyes looking up into mine with a glow I had not seen from Kelly in a long time. Neither of us said a word, nor noticed the traffic light turn green. A complaining honk from the car behind me interrupted our reverie, and I returned my eyes to the road as we started moving again. "I'm always here if you need me," I told her.

I turned to see her smile at my words. Looking happier than she had been all night, she settled into the plush fabric of her seat. Meanwhile, my heart was still pounding. Visions of Catherine and I sharing romantic walks and cuddling under the sheets were now flying through my eyes. I blinked harshly, and shook my head to clear them out. I was in a committed relationship with Kelly. We were happy. We were engaged, and I was going to marry Kelly once I was ready to settle down... At least I hoped we were still happy.

***

The rest of the ride was uneventful, and Catherine and I duly arrived at the bar. Jimmy and Franny were already inside at a table, drinks in hand, and swaying with the music. We kept up our conversation through the first round. It was still early, and there was really no one on the dance floor yet. After the second round, however, Francine really had to get up and move. She was one of those people who whenever they got a little alcohol in their system, they simply had to dance. Her boyfriend really was not the "going-out" type of guy. He preferred to stay at home with a movie, and Francine relished every chance she got to enjoy the nightlife. Of course, most girls never want to dance alone, and so tugging on my arm, she said "Let's go, Mikey!"

In this position, with Francine leaning over me, I had a perfect view of her breasts as they were shoved into my face, straining at the fabric of her halter. My body reacted before my brain did, and then we were striding out onto the dance floor, her hand on mine and leading the way. Just as we got into place a new dance song blared out over the speakers, and we were quickly getting jiggy with it. I was awash with the pleasure coursing through my body from the mild alcoholic buzz coupled with the ego boost that all guys get when dancing with a hot woman. I could feel the eyes of dozens of men on us, mostly on Francine and her gyrating curves of course. When a suitably pumping song came on, she began to inch forwards towards me, a wide smile dazzling on her face. I moved with her, matching her swaying hips as we came together, Francine turning about to settle her tight butt into my hips as my hands instinctively grabbed a hold of her waist.

The two of us freaking had become a fairly common occurrence lately. My relationship with Kelly had always been based more on emotion than passion, and I saw no harm in a little harmless flirting with a friend. Francine, of course, loved the attention that she never got from her boyfriend, as well as the pure fun most women find in freaking. As long as my hands stayed on her hips we both felt we would never cross that line.

Of course, that didn't mean that Francine couldn't have a little fun in teasing me. She was hot and sexy, and knew exactly what effect she had on men. And it seemed a lot safer to play with me rather than some stranger she met at a club. And so, in the last couple of weeks, Francine had begun to test how far she could bend the line. Rotating about, Francine began a sensuous gyration before me, leaning slightly forwards to afford me a wonderful view of her prodigious chest. She wrapped an arm about my neck, pulling me down to where her lips were able to reach my neck. Actually nibbling on me would probably be considered breaking the rules, and so she settled for brushing her soft lips across my sensitive skin, sending shivers through my whole body. She reached up a leg and displaying great flexibility, wrapped it about my hip. She balanced her other leg between mine, and began to grind her crotch across my leg.


Something Different Ch. 01



We moved as one person, my arms holding her tightly by the hips and supporting most of her weight on me. We pumped up and down with the music in an erotic dance of lust, writhing against each other as if I was buried inside of her. My skin was burning with arousal, and I knew she could feel my hard-on was pressing against her belly. For Francine's part, my leg felt the heat emanating from her crotch, and my pant-leg was getting damp from what had to be her juices of arousal.

Time slowed down, and the background music faded away as I felt the dizzying rush of blood draining out of my head and down to lower portions of my anatomy. Francine had picked her head up, and was staring deeply into my eyes, her mouth hanging open in an erotic pant, lust blazing through her eyes. Here was the passion I had been missing with Kelly, and in that moment I knew that Francine's quiet, docile boyfriend had never made her feel quite like this either.

The next thing I knew, I was tearing my mouth away from Francine's lips when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I turned suddenly and there was Jimmy, a funny look on his face. "Hey, knock it off you two."

My mind was racing as I tried to sort out what had just happened. Catherine was now behind Francine, hugging her gently and whispering in her ear. Francine was staring wide-eyed at me, a hand over her mouth as if struggling to realize that she had just kissed me. I could still taste her on my lips. I could still remember the way her tongue felt in my mouth. I could still smell her sweet, flowery scent.

Catherine then began to move with the music, and with some encouragement got Francine to join her. If nothing else, maybe the dancing might clear Franny's mind. Jimmy dragged me off towards the bar, saying that I looked like I needed a stiff drink. Mutely, I agreed and followed him. We picked up our next round, and still leaning against the bar, turned to survey the dance floor. Francine was really throwing herself into the dancing, and was now perched atop a large platform in the middle of the dance floor where a few other people were already bumping and grinding away. Catherine soon joined her, and Jimmy and I quietly took in the wonderful view of the two of them dancing with each other. They were the perfect picture of every guy's lesbian fantasy.

The bar had been getting steadily busier as time went on. Once ten o'clock hit, it converted into a mini-club with cover charges and dress codes. Neither Jimmy nor I said a word about what had just happened. We simply engaged in the idle guy chat about sports and commenting on the various good-looking women who wandered by. Once we finished our drinks, we moved in to rejoin the girls. The usual dancing together and mild freaking once again resumed, although all four of us were very mindful not to push the line beyond friendship. The rest of the night progressed relatively smoothly. Francine and I managed to break through our momentary awkwardness and were once again our usual flirty selves. However, we had to get to work in the morning, and it was time to go home.

We said goodbye to the others, and Catherine and I started the drive back to the office to get her car. Almost immediately during the drive, Catherine turned in her seat to look at me. I could tell from the way she was screwing up her face that she wanted to ask me something, but didn't want to intrude.

I glanced over to her, and gave her an encouranging smile. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

She blushed as if caught red-handed. "Well, I just wanted to know. What happened? I mean, with Francine?"

"I'm not exactly sure. One minute, we were just dancing together like always. The next minute, you and Jimmy were pulling our tongues apart."

"How did it feel?"

Absently, I raced through my mind, recalling every little sensation, trying to remember the thoughts I had at the time. "It felt great. It felt passionate. From the dancing, I was incredibly turned on! I haven't felt that way with Kelly for months. Being with her felt like I was finally experiencing the passionate, physical side of a relationship I didn't even know I was missing!"

"Sounds wonderful..." Catherine was positively glowing as she leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes, as if imagining the feelings.

"Why wonderful?"

"Alex doesn't really care about me, you know that. I think we have passion sometimes. Every so often, I feel the giddy rush as if we were newly dating. The problem is, I feel that way because I barely know him. I want to be in love, to feel in love."

For the next ten minutes, we talked about love, and how great it was. We talked about the romantic dates we had been on, and the kinds of dates we hoped we could go on in the future. We talked about passion, and the feelings that rush through your body when you get aroused. We were so engrossed talking to each other that I missed the exit to our office the first time. After doubling back, we eventually pulled into the parking lot, right next to Catherine's shiny Benz.

I got out of the car and circled around to her door to open it for her. I'm a firm believer in chivalry, and besides, we always gave each other a hug goodbye. Catherine looked up at me for a second, holding the door for her, a sultry look on her face. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly agape. Her tongue stretched out, and then languidly trailed across her lower lip. She leaned outwards, the open buttons of her blouse spreading wider to afford me a beautiful view of her expansive breasts, pushing at a lacy black bra. Involuntarily, I felt my heartbeat thudding faster and faster in my chest, and my breath caught as I drank in her form. Gone was the friend and coworker I'd just been chatting and laughing with. Here only was a devastatingly beautiful woman who was getting me quite turned on. She stood up straight and wrapped her arms about my neck. I leaned my head down to meet her lips halfway, and then we were kissing madly in the empty parking lot. My arms encircled her lithe body and I pushed her back against my car, forcing her to arch backwards as I pressed my tongue into her mouth.

I lost track of how long we were kissing. This time, there were no other friends around to come rescue us from ourselves and remind us of our significant others. I felt all of the passion and heat I had been missing from my relationship with Kelly, the same kind of heat I had only touched for a moment with Francine. That simple reminder of Kelly in my head forced me to pull back, and regretfully I broke the kiss.

Catherine just stood there, panting, a dazed look on her face. She looked more gorgeous than ever, the moonlight shining through her hair. "So that's what it felt like."

I only murmured, "yeah." And it had felt like heaven.

She shook her head, regaining her senses and then purposely strode away from me. "You should go home to your fiancée." Then she got into her car, and was gone.

I went home. Kelly was already asleep, and I kissed her gently on the cheek as I crawled into bed. She made an ugly face when I kissed her, and rolled away when I tried to cuddle up next to her. I sighed before the darkness of sleep overtook me. Such was my current relationship.

***

The next day was business as usual, mostly. As I mentioned before, upper management usually wanted its employees to dress conservatively, professionally. Francine decided that today she would push those lines as well. Her outfit could technically fall under the category of businesswear. She had on a skirt, blouse, and business jacket. However, the blouse had been unbuttoned halfway, letting the tops of her breasts bulge out nicely. The jacket was also quite small, and was not even capable of circling around her entire chest to close in front. The skirt also reached down to her knees, sort of. She wore sheer nylons, but when she dropped a pencil next to my desk and bent over to pick it up, I could clearly see that they ended with thigh-garters just inside the hemline. She gave me a pixie wink when she stood up again, knowing full well that I had seen her, and then returned to her cubicle on the other side of mine. The whole morning, she flirted shamelessly with me and every other hot-blooded male she ran into. When one of the older executives came down to our floor, she nearly gave him a heart attack when she "accidentally" bumped into him and shoved his face into her chest.

Right around the noon, most everyone in the building went to lunch. I was just poking my head over our wall to ask Francine where she wanted to go eat today, but she asked me if I could give her a hand with a presentation she had to give later that afternoon. "We could use the conference room since everyone is going out to lunch, then grab something to eat around one o'clock."

And so I found myself following her swaying backside down the hallway to our department conference room, holding most of her presentation materials in my arms. It is the duty of every gentleman to assist the lady in carrying things. She opened the door, and spread her materials across the conference table. I set up the computer, and at her direction accessed the presentation she was to give that afternoon. She was marketing some new prescription medication Biodyne had just gotten FDA approval on, and her title slide appeared on the projection screen shortly, although the projector was not focused and the image was rather fuzzy.

Francine turned off the lights for the presentation while I fiddled with the projector settings. I had just gotten the image to appear clearly and sharply when I felt her behind me. I froze, unmoving as I felt the distinct sensation of her hand circling my hips and caressing in my crotch. While her left hand played with my balls and stroked my rapidly rising rod through the thin material of my slacks, her right deftly opened my belt, slipped the catch on my pants, and then darted inside the waistband of my boxers.

I only had time to let out a groan before her cool hand enfolded my now rigid dick, and my body visibly sagged downwards until I had to support myself with my hands on the table as she continued to pump me. Still pumping, she turned me around until I sat down across the table's surface while she tugged my slacks down to my ankles.

She looked up into my eyes, the same glow of lust I had seen there last night when we had kissed in the bar. I whispered a "We shouldn't..."

That was all I could get out before her head descended and her mouth engulfed me. My last words devolved into a muffled squeak as the wet pleasure overtook me. Francine's mouth was made for this. Her tongue was teasing the flesh of my cock inside of her, licking and caressing as her head began to bob along my length. I could feel myself involuntarily twitching with each suck, and all too soon I felt the heated rush coursing through my veins as my body prepared to blow.

But Francine was far from done with me. At the first sign of my balls contracting, she released me and stood up, tossing her hair back behind her head. The jacket flew off her shoulders, and the blouse was quickly unbuttoned. She kicked off her heels and dropped the skirt to the floor. I gasped with arousal as her trimmed pussy came into view through the sheer see-through panties, and if I hadn't been quick to shut out the impulse I would have cum right then and there.

Francine was now moving so quickly she was losing coordination. She was in such a hurry to fuck me that she fumbled with the catch on her bra behind her back. "Aw, fuck it." Still with bra in place, although with her blouse hanging open, she leapt astride me onto the table, pinning me in place. Interestingly enough, her stockings were still on, as well as the garters and panties. I could already feel the wet heat of her pussy mashed down on top of my fully erect dick, and I found I was just as overeager to get to the fucking as she was. I reached my hands between her legs and literally ripped her panties to shreds. Once that obstacle had been cleared, Francine hurriedly pulled my shaft upright and then impaled herself upon me.

We groaned in unison at the feeling of our union, and without further ado began to fuck each other in earnest. All coherent thought flew out of our heads. We were two animals rutting against each other. There was no time, or need for whispers of love, or tenderness. The only sounds were the wet slaps of our flesh slamming against each other, mixed in with the occasional "Oh, yeah" and "Fuck me!" coming from Francine's hot little mouth. My hands awkwardly flipped up the cups of her bra to reveal those wondrous globes I had seen in my dreams so many times. My palms and fingers mauled them, pinching at hard nipples and using her tits as grips to slam her light body ever harder about my upright rod. The outer skin of my legs was beginning to chafe against the material of her nylons. She was growling in pleasure as we fucked and fucked, harder and harder. It seemed that only a couple of minutes had passed before my hips began to jerk erratically of their own accord. And then I was exploding, shooting my jizz upwards and into her heaving body even as she threw her head back and screamed so loud I was sure half of the building heard her. Her pussy clamped down on my rod so tightly it threatened to prevent the rest of my juice from exiting my body. But then the waves of our orgasms were crashing into each other, a tidal wave of fluids and energy rioting inside of Francine's cunt.

And then we were spent. I was panting, my chest heaving as I lay flat on my back across the table. Francine's head was pillowed on my chest, rising and falling with each breath, her hair cascading over into my face. As I inhaled, I breathed in her sweet scent of perfume mixed with shampoo, and the odors of sex mingled throughout. I could still feel the hard nubs of her nipples poking into my torso. She was leaking, and the combined fluids of our releases was rapidly drying on my legs and her crotch.

I did not know what to say. I had just cheated on my fiancée with one of my best friends. And to be honest, I didn't regret it. Francine turned her head and looked into my face, and I scanned her eyes as well, looking for any signs of regret. She had none. Then, holding my cheek delicately in her palm, she leaned down and kissed me, filled with the passion we had felt last night dancing together. "Thank you."

"For what?" I had to ask.

"My boyfriend loves me, but I don't love him back. He's sweet, and sensitive, and caring. But he's never made me feel like I just did with you."

I smiled at this, happy to have pleased my friend. But it was momentary, and I automatically started to worry that she might fall in love with me or expect some more permanent attachment because of this. "Franny, you are a great friend. And a sweet girl. But I'm-"

She cut me off with another kiss. "Oh, Mikey. I'm not in love with you. Catherine is. But you've just made me feel so good. Liberated. My boyfriend is honestly a pathetic lover. I had been craving a good, solid fucking for a long time. I wasn't planning on doing it with you today; it just sort of happened."

And with that, Francine dismounted me, and settled onto the floor. She retrieved some tissues from her purse, and began to clean herself off. She also paused to clean me off, and the sensual feeling of her hands caressing my nether regions threatened to get me aroused once again. But my mind was elsewhere. A million thoughts were now racing through my head. Kelly, my loyal fiancée. Francine, the hot, sexy, vixen who I'd just banged on the conference table. And Catherine, a special friend I'd always talked to and felt connected to. And now Francine had just told me my little Catherine was in love with me. What was going on?

I gingerly sat up on the table. I knew my shoulders and hips would be sore from banging into the table repeatedly like that. I watched, fascinated, as Francine collected her clothes together and prepared to get dressed. It was strange how different a woman looks once you've crossed that line between friendship and sex. She positively glowed. Her long legs were perfect, ending at a firm and tight little butt. Her waist was thin and showed off a perfectly flat, muscled belly. She was petite in every sense except for her tits, which were silicon- perfect in form and firmness, and large enough to give her a comic-book babe quality. What the hell. We'd already crossed the line. "Franny? Do you want to do it again?"

She looked over to me, with a wide smile, and then to the clock on the wall to make sure of the time. Then she turned back to me, a feral grin on her face. "Hell, yeah."

I leapt off the table and pounced on her. We were soon on the floor kissing and rolling about. The skirt was the only article of clothing she had gotten back on, and this came off with one flick of my wrist. I reached under her back, and slipped the catch on her bra, finally releasing her perfect tits to my hungry gaze. I absolutely had to taste them, sucking an erect nipple into my mouth. My left hand immediately began to pleasure her other breast, while my right descended down into the junction between her legs. She was still wet from our previous exertions, and with fingers plunging inside of her and my thumb strumming her engorged clit, I brought Francine quickly to a screaming orgasm.

At this point I dimly remembered that due to the large volume of traffic going through the hallway at any given time, the conference room was soundproofed quite well. Hopefully no one had heard that last scream. Once the convulsions of her latest climax subsided, I began to lower my head down to get a taste of her pussy. But Francine would have none of it.

"Next time, Mike. I need a fucking right now!" She sat up and turned around, bending over on all fours and sticking her tight ass back at me. "Come on and fuck me good!"

I was only too happy to comply. I got to my knees between her spread legs, and slipped the head of my cock inside the folds of her cunt. I was getting a good grip on her hips and readying myself for the plunge when she bucked back at me, her asscheeks slamming into my pelvis and causing my entire dick to split her open in one thrust. She howled with pleasure and then began to powerfully pump herself upon me. I settled one hand on her swinging tits and the other into her crotch, my fingers probing our joining and brushing against her sensitive clit. Over and again she thrust against me, even as my hips began to push back to meet her with every thrust. I could already feel my knees beginning to ache, and I grabbed up my slacks, then with some effort got Francine to settle her knees upon them so she wouldn't rip her nylons. Then I saw that they had already had runs further up the legs. Oh, well.

As Francine approached her next orgasm she began to sway uncontrollably. I grabbed onto both of her breasts as handholds just to hang on as she rode me to her release, her pussy muscles squeezing and caressing as she spasmed in ecstasy. I felt the latest flood of her juices overflowing her tight pussy and dribbling down our legs. When she calmed down I felt myself hitting that point of no return. I leaned down, pressing my entire chest against her heaving back and wrapping my arms fully about her torso. I held her as tightly as I could and slammed her into my crotch over and again as hard as I could until I hit the edge and fired my load deep into her belly. My hips were spasming as my dick twitched and jerked inside of her, and she was crying now with the pleasure overloading our bodies.

And then at last our orgasms subsided, and we collapsed to the floor. I rolled over onto my side next to her so that I wouldn't be too heavy. She pillowed her head on my outstretched arm as we collectively caught our breath. The room was silent except for the quiet hum of the projector. At last we got up and began to get dressed. Francine looked up at the clock and found it was already one o'clock. "So, where do you want to go for lunch?"




Something Different Ch. 01



***

The next two days were more of the same. I wasn't about to tell Kelly that I had just screwed a beautiful woman at work, and we generally avoided each other while at home. Francine and I were flirting every second of every day, and we sneaked off for quickies during lunch, in the middle of the afternoon, and whenever else she got the urge. Before then, I'd never had sex in a public restroom. It felt like we were settling into a comfortable rhythm. Francine got to release her wild, aggressive side with me and get the good sex she wasn't having with her boyfriend. I found the heat and passion missing from my own relationship. Kelly and I had not had sex in weeks, and so in Francine I found my own pent-up tension being released.

Then came Saturday. There was no work, and I spent the morning trying to talk to Kelly. As the day wore on, we got into a fight about some stupid nothing, again. She ordered me out of our apartment, and I left.

A half an hour later, I was sprawled across Jimmy's couch, knocking back a Coca- Cola while our local major league ballclub quickly fell behind 3-0 by the second inning. Jimmy had honestly never approved of my getting engaged in the first place. He told me I was way to young to be thinking about marriage, and there were so many more fish in the sea to be settling down so early.

Of course, this was coming from a confirmed bachelor who swore he would never marry. However, I wonder if he didn't have a good point. During his many "breaks" from his longtime girl, he had always ended up with the hottest babes. His take was that there was a never ending supply of pretty young things just begging to be noticed. They wanted the latest designer clothes, to eat at the most chic restaurants. If you could provide that, they were eager to please and more than willing to sleep with you. They wanted good-looking, financially secure men with a willingness to show them a good time. Most women just wanted financial security and comfort, and easily would overlook the fact that Jimmy never gave anything emotional back to them. He had a great-paying job, some charm, and the women just flocked to him. Why would I ever want to deal with the hassle of a full-blown committed relationship?

Okay, so Jimmy was a bit of a jerk. But his argument was starting to make a little sense. He pointed out Catherine. Her boyfriend was older, rich, and bought her pretty toys. And Jimmy's opinion was that she would never leave him. They didn't communicate. They shared zero emotional connection. And yet she would never leave him.

But I wondered if Catherine would, if she found the right guy.

My own relationship was probably over. Kelly and I had been in a rut for months, and rather than actively finding a way to fix it, we had just let it die. It wasn't her fault. We just kind of... drifted apart.

The phone rang, and Jimmy grabbed at it. It was Francine. "Hey, sexy," Jimmy sang into the phone. "Yeah, Mike is here too." The rest of the conversation went by in a blur, and then he hung up. He turned to me.

"Is Kelly going to let you go clubbing with us tonight?"

I gave him a dumb look. "Doesn't matter, remember? Kelly doesn't care anymore."

"Yeah, I know. Let's get something to eat, then head over there. Man, I've been craving some new pussy for a week now! Tonight's my lucky night!"

***

The club was its usual busy Saturday night. The owners were old friends of Jimmy's, and our foursome went a couple of times every month. The bouncers waved us through and we quickly went upstairs to our usual table in the VIP lounge. The VIP lounge was an open balcony directly over the main bar that opened up into a wonderful view of the main dance floor. We settled into the plush seats and began the usual drill of tossing back a few rounds before getting up to dance. Our table was a semicircle booth, and I ended up in the middle between Catherine and Francine, with Jimmy on the end next to Catherine.

It seemed that on this particular night everyone was in an odd mood, myself included. We all had an uncanny desire to get thoroughly wasted. Well, except for Jimmy, who always wanted to get wasted. And so the second round of drinks came and went, followed by the third round, then fourth, then fifth. We were telling raunchy jokes and looking down onto the dance floor and ogling the swaying bodies down there. Jimmy and I were openly drooling over some of the girls on the floor, and even Cat and Franny were making their own comments as well.

The two girls were giggling uncontrollably as the alcohol buzzed in their petite bodies, and heavily flirting with Jimmy and I. They would be constantly rubbing their breasts against my arms or leaning their heads to my shoulders. It was the fifth round that apparently pushed Francine over the edge. She tossed her head back to drain her glass, then slammed it to the table with an audible <thunk>. Then she violently grabbed my head in her hands and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

Naturally, my arms encircled her form and I returned the kiss with equal fervor. Absently, I realized that my loyalty impulse to back away from the kiss was no longer present. My head raced to Kelly and I really didn't care. All my energy focused back into Francine as she lifted herself into my lap and began to grind herself against my burgeoning erection. My hands were cupping her ass-cheeks, where I was delighted to find that she was wearing a thong that did nothing to cover the tight flesh of her rump.

"My lord. I think she's going to fuck him right here!" I heard Catherine's voice, panting, obviously drunk and aroused.

It seemed that way to me as well. I broke my kiss for a moment to look over to her. She was currently leaning back against Jimmy, who had an arm wrapped around Cat's tight little waist. She was obviously squirming in her seat, and there was a prominent bulge in Jimmy's slacks as well. I knew that tonight, they would not be interrupting to break apart Francine and I.

Still grinding away, I felt Franny lift herself up by her knees, her hands quickly going to work on my fly, then with difficulty extricating my rock-hard cock up through the open flap of my boxers. She pulled her skirt upwards to give herself access, then slid aside the narrow strip of cloth covering her pussy. And with a moan of pleasure she sank her wondrous cunt upon me.

"So Franny tells me you two have been sneaking around at work these past few days." Catherine was leaning in close to me, so close that my nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweet perfume. She had a wicked smile on her face. "I think that's so hot! How do you guys get away with it?"

I just looked back at Catherine with a blank expression. "I have no idea," I managed to grunt out. "You'll have to ask the nymphomaniac here." 

Careful not to attract too much attention Francine and I kept our fucking to a slow grind. Franny was rotating her hips in a circular motion that kept incredible pressure about my rod as well as her budding clit. Since all the motion was in her hips and covered by the table, to the outside we appeared to be harmlessly necking. Her pussy was a wet heaven, and without the normal pumping action I knew I would not be blowing my load any time soon.

Catherine let out a low whimper, and I saw now that Jimmy's hand was in her crotch. One hand had slipped between Catherine and the backrest, then slipped underneath Catherine's blouse where he was cupping one of Cat's amazing breasts. His other hand snaked underneath the table and slipped up underneath her skirt, and was obviously working Cat's cunt quite well considering how hard it was for Catherine to keep her hips still. For her part, Catherine had reached a hand back out of my sight, but it appeared to be taking care of Jimmy's own erection.

Francine appeared to be taking her sweet time, slowly savoring our fucking motion in sharp contrast to the fast, pulsing beat of the music overhead. We had screwed a dozen times already, but each new time was a distinct experience of ecstasy. I felt my head being rotated by soft hands, and looked into Catherine's luminous eyes for just a moment before our lips met. She was moaning into my mouth from Jimmy's ministrations as our lips mashed together, feeling the heat, the passion that had been missing from our earlier lives. She came first, Jimmy's experienced fingers bringing out a shrieking orgasm. She pulled back and bit down on her lip oh-so-sexily to try and stifle the noise.

Jimmy grunted shortly afterwards, and then Catherine was handing him a napkin, and cleaning off her own hand with a second napkin. This left only Franny and I still at it. Once our friends had finished, Francine decided to pick up the pace, getting caught be damned. She was an exotic hula dancer with my shaft embedded inside her, her hips bouncing every which way in time with the latest techno beat. My hands were gripped tightly onto her butt just to hang on and keep myself inside of her. Then Francine tossed her head back, her mouth agape in a soundless orgasm as her whole body rippled with the pleasure of her climax. I felt her cunt muscles contracting as the honey flooded down to our juncture.

Once she had settled down, I got a better grip on her hips and prepared to ram her body atop me until I found my own release, but Francine had ideas of her own. She began to lift herself off me, revealing my painfully hard dick to all four of us. "No sweetie, I want you to save that load for Catherine!"

The surprise evident on my face, she met my silence with a heady kiss. When she broke away, I turned to find Catherine staring at my erection intently, licking her lips. I knew then that this night was far from over. Without breaking her gaze from my crotch, she declared, "We're getting out of here."

I stuffed my monster into my pants, and we quickly got up and left. Jimmy the alcoholic was obviously the most sober of the four of us, so we all piled into his SUV. Wordlessly, we headed off to Jimmy's place. He lived alone, which meant we would have his place to ourselves. Catherine sat up in the front, which left a visibly aroused Francine in the back seat with me. Once we had gotten moving, she ripped off her top and unsnapped her bra, leaving her heaving bosom completely bare. She once again extracted my cock from my pants, and for the next ten minutes seemed determined to not let my erection subside. I was treated to a wonderful tit fuck as she ground those firm globes around my sensitive flesh, as well as taking me deep into her mouth, her agile tongue bringing me to the brink of orgasm before backing off. 

Jimmy's window was open to let in the fresh air and drown out the smell of alcohol. His stereo was pumping full blast, the thudding bass vibrating the truck with every <BOOM>, all in time with Francine's eager lips and tits.

Catherine was turned around in her seat watching us the whole time, licking her lips in anticipation. When we arrived, Francine shrugged into her top, but left the bra in Jimmy's backseat. Without the extra support, her large tits threatened to bounce out from the thin confines of her shirt. All four of us poured out and stumbled our way up the stairs to Jimmy's condo. We burst through the door and scanned the living room quickly.

Catherine swayed over to Jimmy's standard-issue bachelor's black leather couch, shedding clothes on the way before reclining in a come-hither posture across the couch. I stared with my jaw slack as her absolutely gorgeous body was revealed to me for the first time. Her legs looked even longer without clothes on, her full breasts jutting upwards and showing almost no sag. Her skin was touched with the slight glow of arousal. Somehow, she had no tan lines anywhere on her perfect body.

By now I had endured nearly an hour of constant pleasuring and watching all three of my friends reach their own climaxes, yet had been denied my own. By now my hormones were pumping so hard I was driven with desire to get my own rocks off. And so as soon as Catherine settled herself on the couch I found myself ripping my clothes off as I approached her.

She was still wet from her previous orgasm and it appeared that she had brought herself a second one on the car ride over. I settled myself atop her, cradling her head in my hands as I leaned down to kiss her. I fought to keep my actions gentle although my pent-up desire was threatening to send me out of control. She read the tension in my face as I worked to restrain myself. "Go ahead, Mike. Take me now! Don't hold back!"

Do as the lady says. Wrapping her legs about my hips, I positioned myself at her entrance and began to work my way in. Once the head popped through instinct took over and I drove forwards with as much force as I could, burying myself to the hilt inside of her. Catherine screamed out as she felt me fill her, and her sounds never stopped as I began to buck into her. She was whimpering with joy as every thrust bottomed out inside of her, and bolts of pleasure were shooting into my head as the inner walls of her pussy caressed me.

She pulled my head down to the crook of her neck, pressing my entire body against hers. I rotated my head to the side just in time to see Jimmy's dick disappearing up into Francine's cunt as she lowered herself onto him, the two of them a tight fit on Jimmy's recliner. Francine reached to the side of the chair and hit the lever, and whooped with delight as Jimmy fell backwards until the chair was in a fully reclined position.

From all of Francine's earlier teasing coupled with the paradise of Catherine's cunt, I knew I would not last very long. It seemed that Catherine was so turned on that she wouldn't either. Already she was cumming, a low moan directly into my ear as her body thrashed beneath me. Our bodies were causing the leather couch to squeak with our every fucking motion. That sound coupled with the cries of ecstasy from all four of us filled my head as I hit the point of no return. I was clutching Catherine to me tightly in an intimate embrace, and met her lips in a searing kiss just as the head of my cock swelled and then burst deep inside of her willing body. My release seemed to go on and on, a huge load built up from more than an hour of waiting for this climax. As my fluids pumped and pumped out into her, our mouths were battling hungrily, as if to make up for the years of sexual tension between us.

Even once my orgasm subsided, I made no move to get off of Catherine. I stayed buried inside of her as we continued to make love with our mouths, too wrapped up in our kiss. Here was the passion I had longed for. Here was the wild love I had always dreamed of. I never wanted this kiss to end; I feared I would never get to have this feeling again. But I knew this: my life with Kelly was over. I would gladly give her up, and everything else in my life if I could just be with Catherine like this again one day.

Regrettably, all good things must come to an end. If nothing else, my lips were starting to get sore. With her cunt muscles still massaging me, I slowly exited Catherine and sat up on the couch, struggling to regain my breath.

Francine looked over, still energetically riding Jimmy and exclaimed "Ooh, I want a taste!" She bounced up, and started tugging Jimmy off of the chair. He grumbled momentarily but then Francine directed him to lay down next to the couch. Once in position, Francine mounted him, his shaft once again slipping into her with an audible <slurp>. Catherine was still lying there in the afterglow of orgasm, but jerked upright when Francine ducked her head into Catherine's crotch.

"Wait! What are you--? But I've never--!" Catherine yelped, her hands in Francine's hair. And then Francine's tongue was shooting up Catherine's channel, enjoying the taste of the mingled cum from Cat and myself. Catherine for her part let out a moan as Francine's lips found her clit. Despite the fact that I had just orgasmed a minute ago, I found my dick reviving itself watching Catherine undergoing her first lesbian experience and listening to Francine slurping my semen out from Catherine's pussy.

The situation plus Francine's expert girl-on-girl loving must have been too much for Catherine, as she quickly shrieked out two more orgasms in the next few minutes. Her eyes glassed over as she fought to stay conscious, and sprawled out across the couch exhausted. "No more..."

Francine let up, and then craned her neck to see that I was ready to rejoin the party. In breathy gasps, interrupted whenever Jimmy's dick hit a particularly sensitive spot, she lustily asked, "Do you... ugh... want to try out... oh yeah... my other hole?"

My eyes lit up at the prospect, but I stopped myself for a moment. I turned and sent a questioning glance to Catherine. As much as I wanted to bury myself in Francine's perfect ass, I did not want to betray Catherine. Her eyes opened wide enough to recognize this, and with a contented smile on her face she nodded her encouragement. "Mmm, I want to watch this, Mike."

Grinning like an idiot, I settled myself behind Francine's swaying body, where she leaned forwards and crushed her heavy tits into Jimmy's face. She reached back and spread her butt-cheeks wide, showing off a pretty little star in the middle. "Come on, Mikey. No one's ever been up my ass before!" And I'd never ass-fucked anyone else before either. But this was an experience I truly did not want to miss. I lined myself up, still coated in the mingled juices of both mine and Cat's releases, and then determinedly began to push my way in.

Francine groaned out in a low tone as she struggled to relax her backdoor muscles. "Come on, Mikey! Drive it in there! Come on!" I worked to comply, but she was so tight our progress was slow. Inch by inch slowly disappeared, until finally I was all the way in. In a truly weird sensation, I could feel the presence of Jimmy's dick in Francine's other hole as we began to pump against each other. After a few moments of awkwardness, our trio settled into a steady rhythm. Francine would descend downwards onto Jimmy's prick, bent over while he sucked and nibbled at her swaying breasts as I withdrew a few inches out of her asshole. And when she lifted upwards and off of him, I pressed forwards again, pushing in until my balls slapped against her ass.

It was the tightest feeling I had ever experienced, even tighter than when my high school girlfriend and I had taken each other's cherries. My hands were on her hips as we continued to thrust, and I was suffocating in the dry heat wrapped about my rod like a sauna. After only a few minutes of being doubly penetrated like this, Francine was shrieking out her orgasm, every muscle in her body tensing as the wave swept through her. These included her cunt and ass muscles, and I had to fight not to lose it then and there. Jimmy was less lucky, the spasms of her cunt setting him off. At the last moment Jimmy pulled out of Francine's cunt and slid back a foot, grabbing Francine roughly by the hair and shoving her face downwards to his geysering prick. The first jet slammed into her face before she was able to get her mouth around him, and grunting with pleasure Jimmy spewed his load down her throat.

When he finished, he moved back to his recliner, relaxing back to savor the rush. Francine was mumbling about how she got two flavors today, and then focused on getting me off in her backside. I had settled to my knees and was now thrusting into her with ease. There are very few sights more beautiful than watching your dick spreading two perfect ass-cheeks. I slipped two fingers into her pussy while my other hand kept grip on her hips, and we were bucking against each other harder and harder as we accelerated towards release. Francine's pussy was juicing out of control from what seemed like her sixth orgasm of the night, and I scooped up the liquid and smeared it along my shaft for extra lubrication as I continued to ream her out.




Something Different Ch. 01



Francine was moaning so loudly as I split her ass wider than it had ever been before, and I was afraid we would soon wake up Jimmy's neighbors. But there was Catherine, somewhat recovered and dipping her mouth to Francine's. I watched amazed at their mouths and tongues dancing in the air, observing what had to be Catherine's first lesbian kiss. The eroticism of watching that set me off, and then I was exploding inside Franny's ass, my jizz washing out and filling her bowels to the brim.

Once finished, I pulled out and lay back against the couch, drained. Francine merely hopped up and looked ready for more. She was staring hungrily at Catherine's wet pussy actually, but Catherine shook her head as she headed directly for me. "Maybe another day."

Francine simply nodded, then bounced off to Jimmy. He looked up, a little fear in his eyes. Her hand descended into his still naked lap, stroking him expertly. She pulled him upright, then began to tug him back towards his bedroom. "I've never done it on your bed before. Wanna try it out?" They disappeared a moment later, the door quickly closed.

Catherine reached her hand out to me, and I got up. Neither of us said anything, but she held my hand in hers, and led me off to Jimmy's bathroom. We took a quiet shower together, kissing and cuddling underneath the warm spray. She looked absolutely gorgeous, her long hair plastered tight against her scalp, the water droplets cascading over her firm breasts, but for a few minutes neither of us thought about sex. We giggled and tickled one another, and cleaned each other off. I took particular pleasure in rubbing soap into her tits.

Once we emerged from the bathroom, Catherine found a few blankets in the closet. She spread them out across the floor, and we snuggled into them together. I was spooned in behind her, our naked bodies pressed intimately together, with her head pillowed on my arm. This would be the first night in years I had ever gone to sleep with a woman other than Kelly. As we drifted off to sleep, I heard her whisper, "I love you, Michael."

NEXT PART 2...



Something Different Ch. 02



The tables have now turned. I have him cuffed in the exact position I was in a few nights ago, but I didn't put the blindfold on him. I think it'd be more torture for him to be able to watch, anticipate, and know how badly I'm teasing him because of the fact that he can see me. I won't use the feather on him because that's more fun to do when he is blindfolded. Seeing him stretched out on the bed, very aroused, tends to have its effect on me. I'm not quite sure if I can go through with all I have planned out in my head, but I will try.

I straddle him, so close yet so far away, and I lean over to kiss him softly. I nibble on his lower lip before moving and placing kisses along his jaw-line, nibbling now and again. My lips move to his neck where I place a long lick before biting down. I hear him take a sharp breath, but I know it's not from pain. I can feel him shiver beneath me. My bite turns into nibbles and licks, and I begin to make my way down his chest, nibbling, licking, and kissing along the way. I rake my nails down his chest as our eyes lock, smiling at him. Again, I feel him shiver, and I can see the lust in his eyes. I slowly move to get off him, seeing him pull on his restraints, but just barely. I believe he doesn't want me to know that he wishes he were free to stop me. My grin gets bigger. I kiss him again, and he returns it hungrily. Having him like this makes every thing even more arousing.

Again, I rake my nails down his chest, watching him react. I can't help but admire his body, and a shiver goes through me. My eyes lock with his ice blue ones again, but only briefly. He's silently begging for me to continue, and I don't deny him. My lips return to his neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. His breathing matches my own. My lips slowly move down his chest, giving it the same treatment as his neck. I hear a soft moan escape him, and my arousal increases even more. I stop at his stomach, licking and biting. With every bite, he tenses up and moans. At this rate, I might not be able to handle teasing him for much longer. Still, I linger, licking and nibbling and driving the both of us insane. I feel him struggling against the cuffs; he no longer cares that I know he wants his hands free. I look up at him and can't help but think how sexy he looks. His eyes are filled with lust and desire, his breathing is as heavy as mine is...I'm just loving the fact that he looks so hungry. As our eyes lock, he continues his struggle, doubling his efforts. I have to wonder what will happen when I set him free.

With my eyes still on his, I lick my way down his stomach. He watches my every move, and when I stop, he groans. I grin up at him, and he closes his eyes, letting out another groan as he continues to fight the cuffs. I wonder if they'll dig into his wrists too. Loving his reaction whenever I do it, I rake my nails down his chest again to his stomach and down his thighs. I feel him tremble beneath my touch as another moan from him brings me closer to the edge. I stop touching him completely, and his eyes open, watching, waiting, wondering. I bite down on my lip as I look at him, feeling almost shy. It never seems to fail, and I don't mean to, but I always draw this out, feeling like a shy little girl right as I'm about to do it. His eyes are clouded over with lust, almost as if he's enjoying my slight torment. He doesn't say a word, but I know what he's thinking; I know exactly what both of us want.

I'm tempted to look away, but I can't and I don't really want to. I bite my lip as my hand moves up his thigh to his stomach, making him tremble beneath my touch. When I bring my hand back over his stomach, I drag my nails across his skin, and I hear him inhale sharply, letting out another moan. My fingertips brush over his shaft, barely touching him, and he tries to arch into my touch. I don't think I've ever seen him this aroused before. Again, I let my fingers lightly dance over him before he's in my grasp. My caresses are soft and loving as they always are, and our eyes are still licked as I place a nice long lick on his head. Another moan escapes him as I continue to tease him,, lightly nibbling, kissing, licking, and caressing his cock. The sounds coming from him are constant now, and when I hear him growl, I can't help but moan. I take great care to make sure I don't miss a spot on him before taking his head into my mouth. My tongue lavishes attention on it, caressing it. He's still fighting to get free of those cuffs. I continue to lick and suck on him, keeping him close to the edge, his moans and growls encouraging me.

He catches me by surprise when he stops me. "Take these cuffs off of me; I need you Now." I blink at him, surprised at the force in his voice. It seems to me that someone has forgotten his place and who's in control. I continue my blissful torture on him for a few minutes longer until the ache between my legs is too much to bear. When I stop, another growl escapes him, making me shiver in need. My hands shake as I unlock him, and as soon as one hand is free, he grabs my wrist and demands the key. Shock floods through me, but my arousal grows. I give him the key, and as soon as he's free, he pins me to the bed. "Pay back can be oh-so-much fun, love," he growls in my ear. I love it when he's rough with me; it makes things that much more intense. 

A shiver runs through me, and he kisses me hard, causing me to moan into his kiss. His lips travel down my body, and as soon as his lips come into contact with mine, another moan escapes. His licks keep me on the edge for what seems like hours, and soon, I am begging him for release. He teases me for a little while longer before his lips lock around my clit as his fingers easily slide into me. Again, he keeps me at the edge, keeping me begging. I'm arching up to him, my hands buried in his hair, not letting him pull away. Finally, he stops teasing; my orgasm is intense, causing stars to explode in my head. Before I know it, he's over me, kissing me hard, and sliding into me. I can taste myself on him, and as he starts moving, he triggers another orgasm. I scream out his name, digging my nails into his back, most likely drawing blood. He moans, making me tremble. I wrap my legs around his waist, not wanting this to end.

My legs tighten around him when his hands move to my thighs. His eyes lock with mine, and you can see the dominance in them. Without him uttering a word, I release my grip on him. He holds me close as he rolls over, bringing me with him. I'm now straddling him, and he's still buried deep within me. His hands rest on my hips as he guides me, setting my pace. As soon as a rhythm is set, his hands move to my breasts, caressing them, teasing my nipples. I lean over to kiss him, and his hands move to my hips again, holding me several inches above him. He thrusts into me, making me scream out from pleasure. He has his rhythm set in moments, and again, I cry out as my orgasm takes over me. Over and over, he pushes me over the edge until he reaches it with me, burying himself deep inside. I collapse in his arms, my breathing labored. He doesn't let me move, and I whisper I love you as I drift off to sleep with him running his fingers through my hair. 



Something Different Ch. 02



PART 2: Consequences

***

Sunday morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes. We probably would have slept in a bit longer if Francine did not start banging pots and pans three inches from my head, but I guess she wanted us to enjoy the breakfast she'd made before it got cold. My arm was rather sore from Catherine using it as a pillow all night, but I readily decided that she was worth it. She nuzzled against my chest and refused to get up until Francine came back to pull her off of me.

Jimmy staggered out of the bathroom a minute later, the pain of hangover evident on his face. An hour later, fed to satisfaction, the four of us had cleaned up the evidence of last night's events and were sitting around rather awkwardly, unsure of exactly what to say. All four of us were attached, and yet we had just engaged in a four-way orgy last night. The question was what to do now? None of us knew. Instead, we drove back to the bar to retrieve our various vehicles and drove home. Before we left, I promised Catherine I would call her.

***

I returned home to a visibly angry Kelly. She wanted to know where I had been all night since I obviously did not come home, nor even called her. I had turned off my cell phone at the bar, and never turned it back on. I told her truthfully that I had gone out drinking, and crashed at Jimmy's. It devolved into the usual fight. I still have no idea how she can remember every little mistake I've made for the past four years.

"Well, remember that time you accidentally dropped my paper into the puddle while proofreading it for me sophomore year?"

Actually, I did not remember until she just brought it up right now. And what did that have to do with me staying out late last night? The argument kept going and going, and for once I was determined not to cave in. I felt like I'd caved in the last three trillion arguments we had. She always had to be right. And I always put the relationship ahead of the conflict. Preserving our relationship had always been more important to me than whatever stupid thing we were arguing about.

But not today. At long last I uttered the words I never thought I would. "I want to break up."

What came next was expected. She yelled. I yelled. She threw things. They hit me. Four and a half hours later, I was loading some clothes into my car. I would be back for the rest as soon as I found a new place to stay. In a big way, I was very sad. I was walking away from my partner of the last four years. In a way, I was relieved. I was free once again. I drove straight to Catherine's.

***

Catherine still lived at home with her parents. Alex was the one with the big mansion in the hills. Her shiny Mercedes looked rather out of place parked on the street amidst the used Toyota's and Buick's in her lower-middle-class neighborhood. When I knocked, her parents let me in. We had met on a few occasions. Catherine was relaxing in her room, listening to music and writing in her diary. I asked if she would go for a ride with me, and soon we were cruising down the freeway, going nowhere. She looked beautiful.

It was late afternoon and the sun would be setting soon. We stopped by a Starbucks and I bought her a Cafe Mocha. We got to the beach, still relatively busy on this late summer Sunday. We took off our shoes and walked hand in hand along the surf, just talking to each other. To this point, we had deftly avoided conversation about "us." We were still the same good friends we had always been, and if not for the fact that she was holding my hand, I might have thought that last night had never happened. Our feet were wet and the sun was casting out a brilliant red-orange glow in its final moments when I told her "I broke up with Kelly today."

She stopped in her tracks and turned a hesitant gaze towards me. "It wasn't because of me, was it? I don't want to be the person who ruined another woman's relationship."

Tough question to answer. "Well, yes and no. We had been dying a little bit every day, you knew that. But what happened last night and with Francine last week just sort of put the final nails in the coffin."

"So now you're free. Now you're available." There was a faint glimmer of hope in her voice.

"Yes, I am."

Catherine said nothing, but looked down thoughtfully, and we kept walking until we reached a rock formation that extended the cliffline out into the water. There were hordes of large boulders we could hop across and walk out over a natural little pier. I held her hand for balance as we scrambled across, before sitting down on some comfortable looking boulders. We just watched the last rays of the sun disappearing beyond the horizon in silence. The salt air blew by in a cool wind, blowing back her hair. She looked so beautiful.

She tilted her head back and drained the last of her Cafe Mocha, and I reached out to hold the cup for her. Then it looked like she had sorted out a few things in her head, and was now ready to re-enter the conversation.

I reached out, and held her hands in mine. "Catherine, I want to know. Am I only a friend to you? Or is there a chance that we can become something more?"

She started crying at that moment, tears of joy, and I leaned forwards to cradle her head against my chest. She reached her arms around me in a tight hug, and we rocked back and forth just enjoying the feeling of our embrace. She looked up into my face, her teary eyes glowing with happiness. I lowered my face to hers, and then we were kissing with overflowing passion bursting from our bodies and melding together. For one brief moment, we were the only two people in the universe, and my heart was filled with a joy I'd never believed possible. When she finally pulled back, she looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Michael."

I just beamed back at her, "I love you, too." And I kissed her again. The sunset was now a fiery red, and soon the sky began to darken.

We gradually picked ourselves up and returned to my car. I was dreaming of our future. Of quiet romantic moments. Of family, of a home. Of the two of us, of course, in my bed. And all of these dreams had Catherine right in the middle of them. We ate dinner together and were talking animatedly. We laughed and we cried. We were perfect for one another.

After dinner we drove up into the hills, to a spot I had discovered back in college. It was a secluded grove just off the highway, with a wondrous view of the city lights below. We made love in my backseat, something I had not done in years. On this night, with Catherine's sweet face shining at me in the soft moonlight, I had hope.

***

I let Catherine decide how she would break up with Alex, and how she would break the news to her parents. They had been so hopeful for her marrying into a wealthy family. I wanted to be there with her for support at every step, including face-to-face with Alex, but she said she wanted to do it alone. I spent the night at Jimmy's, who immediately grilled me about our budding relationship. He peppered me with questions about how much I loved Catherine and if I was aware of the pitfalls of getting involved with one of your friends. "It's impossible for men and women to be friends. The sex part always gets in the way." If for some reason it didn't work out, I probably would never again have the same level of friendship with Catherine.

He also thought I smart for breaking away from a controlling committed relationship, but even more stupid for jumping right into another committed relationship. I told him that I wasn't jumping right in. We were going to take it slow, and just let it evolve.

Monday morning. I was engrossed with some important analysis numbers on my monitor when I felt the unmistakable sensation of soft lips caressing my cheek. I turned my head and lit up into a smile at Catherine's sweet face just an inch from mine. She leaned in and kissed me, and when she pulled back she started tugging on my hand. "Come on, loverboy."

Maybe those analyses weren't so important after all. I quickly got up and followed her down the hallway. We stepped into an elevator and quickly rose up to Catherine's floor. Biodyne had done some restructuring of the company in the recent economic downturn, and fully half of the floor she worked on had been abandoned. That abandoned section appeared to be our destination, and my mind was suddenly filled with the possibilities for what we could do together in the privacy of the empty section.

When we entered into an abandoned visitor's lounge I found that even my imagination could not keep up with the real possibilities. Francine was already fully naked, and quickly closed the door behind us before launching herself at Catherine. I leaned back against the door and sighed with contentment as Francine thrust her bosom into Catherine's equally fine chest and thrust her tongue into Catherine's gaping mouth. I stood back and watched them kissing as Francine began to strip of Catherine's clothing. Although I had seen every inch of both of their bodies in the past few days, I found my erection getting even harder and tenting my pants as each part of Catherine's body was slowly revealed to me.

I stripped off my own clothes in a hurry, and looked up just in time to see the last of Catherine's pantyhose slipping off her legs. Catherine looked up at me with a sheepish grin and a hand covering her mouth in embarrassment. She looked to Francine. "That wasn't part of the plan."

Francine's eyes flashed with arousal. "Oh, I know, I just felt like kissing you on my own! Besides, it seems to have gotten your boyfriend really turned on!"

She was right, I was now fully naked with my hard-on jutting proudly out towards the two beautiful naked women. At this, Francine stalked up to me, then sank to her knees and in one gulp took most of my length down her throat. I groaned out in pleasure but my eyes cautiously looked up to Catherine. She just had a silly grin on her face, and was waving her hand, telling me to go for it. There were a couple of couches still in this lounge, and she retreated back to one of them, spreading her legs wide to let me see her fingering her own cunt.

As great as Francine's blowjob was, I couldn't let Catherine stay back there all by herself. Gently tugging at Francine's head, I pulled her off of me and moved towards the couch. I took Catherine's hand and then lay down on the floor before her. "I don't want you to wear out your fingers. Come let me do that for you!"

Giggling at me, she sank to her knees on either side of my head, lowering her steaming cunt to my face. Francine quickly got the idea and resumed her furious blowjob, kneeling next to me and descending her hot lips over and again along my stiff rod. I felt such a rush as my greatest fantasy was now coming true. I eagerly jammed my tongue up Catherine's slit, causing a fresh burst of moans to tumble out of her mouth as I watched her whole body shaking above me. This of course produced a sensual wiggle in her heaving tits, which only turned me on even further. I introduced two fingers deep into Catherine's box at the same time my lips nibbled down harder onto her engorged clit, and was rewarded with her honey gushing out to coat my hand as she moaned out her first orgasm of the day.

Apparently Francine wanted to get her own pleasure in on the action, and holding me upright, lowered her snatch down upon my upturned staff. When she had slowly lowered herself halfway, my hips bucked upwards, impaling her the rest of the way in one thrust, her own shrieks joining the cacophony of noise with Catherine's continuing orgasm. The three of us continued to rock and buck, my head furiously attacking Catherine's pussy and love button while Francine was riding me hard. She had wrapped her arms about Catherine's body before her, squeezing and caressing Cat's firm globes and teasing her friend's nipples.

After what felt like hours I was only beginning to tire from my constant motion. I had found that my repeated sexual encounters with Francine last week as well as this past weekend with both girls had vastly improved my stamina. Sex is good for muscle tone. I could sense that I was nearing the edge and the sudden erratic motion of Francine atop my dick informed me that she was close as well. I renewed my assault on Catherine's pleasure centers with renewed vigor, intent on bringing her off again as well.

Francine was then suddenly screaming, her hips slamming down upon me with incredible force as she also wrapped up Catherine in her arms holding her tightly as her climax shot through her body. The rush and the pressure of her cunt climaxing with my rod embedded inside of her was enough to send me over the edge, and I was soon coating her insides with my hot, white, and sticky cum. The pleasure coursing through my veins tensed up my whole body, and then Catherine was joining us in simultaneous release as my fingers plunged into her and my lips clamped down around her clit.

When we all finally collapsed off of each other, we lay silent across the floor, panting and working to catch our breath. Francine lifted herself up and onto a couch, her legs spread wide allowing us to see the milky jizz oozing out of her swollen cunt. "Catherine..." she purred. "Come up here."

Her voice was silky sweet, and Catherine soon got on all fours, and began to crawl towards her friend. Oh, how I loved the view of Catherine's sweet ass sticking back at me and a fully naked vixen just on the other side of her.

"I know you want to taste this..." Francine was now reaching out to Catherine's head, and directing it downwards in between her legs.

Catherine hesitated first. It was clear that she had never done this before, and was unsure of whether or not to proceed. But then Francine's hand was pushing more insistently, and I groaned out with renewed arousal watching as Catherine's head began to bob in Francine's lap. I heard the slurping sounds that could only be my new love sucking my juices out of her best friend's box. And the way Francine's eyes rolled back and she sighed in pleasure indicated that Catherine was doing something right down there.

I was hard again in no time, and with Catherine on all fours before me I knew exactly what I had to do. I set myself behind Cat, my hands getting a solid grip on her hips as I aimed my spear at her still glistening pussy, and with a determined push sank my way into her.

I heard Catherine's muffled groan emanate from Francine's crotch as I pushed inside, and soon she was pushing back at me in earnest. We were soon pumping together, settling into a quick rhythm. Catherine's lips and tongue were sliding in more deeply into Francine's box with every push my hips made against her ass. For her part, Francine was grabbing at Cat's hands, directing them up to grasp at her tits. There is nothing in the world more sexy than watching your dick reaming out a woman's pussy while she's eating out and pawing another hot babe. I reached down to cup Catherine's swaying boobs in my hands, using them as handholds to pull her even more tightly about me.

Francine was screaming out every other moment. This may have been the first time Catherine had ever eaten out another pussy, but she obviously knew what buttons to push. As time went on, our thrusts began to speed up to a frantic pace. I had to move my hands back to Catherine's hips. She was bucking back with enough force to eject me out of her if I didn't hold myself in. At last she came, her hips writhing and shaking so much I felt I was screwing inside of a washing machine. Francine came shortly after, her legs clamping down so tightly around Catherine's head I thought she was suffocating her for sure.

Watching these two babes losing it finished me off, and my hips began the jerking that signaled my last few seconds of control. Francine was off of the couch in a second, and Catherine disengaged off of me as well. Just as I exploded they placed both of their exquisite faces before my swelling member. The head expanded and then burst, and I was spraying the two of them with a healthy load. The white juice flew everywhere, coating both of their faces from eyes to cheeks and even in their hair. I collapsed backwards to the floor from the exertion once I had finished. Then there was Francine literally tackling Catherine, her tongue extending out to lick up every droplet of my come off her friend's shining face.

I lay back on the floor, staring at the two of them licking and caressing each other. Fuck all my other office appointments. I had died and gone to heaven.

***

This Monday was closing in on six o'clock when the phone call came. I had been reminiscing about my sex romp with the girls that morning, and looking forward to an evening alone with my new love. Catherine was only a few floors above me, but the quiver in her voice on the phone suddenly made it feel as if she was miles away. "Mike, I'm going to have to cancel our plans for tonight."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I just can't make it. I... have other things I need to take care of tonight."

"Okay, that's fine, honey. No problem. But can I ask what you need to do tonight?" I wanted to put as much reassurance into my voice as possible. My relationship with Catherine had just begun. There was no way I wanted to overpressure her or do anything to scare her off now.

There was a long silence. It seemed that Catherine was working up the nerve to say whatever it was she had to say. "I have a date with Alex tonight."

The first thing that went through my head was WHAT?, but I waited to see if there was any more to it. "Go on."

"Mike, I haven't told him about us yet. I haven't been able to find the right time, so I was planning on doing it over dinner tonight."

"Okay, you need your time to take care of this." I was disappointed about missing a night with her, but I knew it was for the best that she clear away her past first. On the other hand, this would be my first evening in a long time not spent with a beautiful woman. For all of our lost passion, I had still spent virtually every night with Kelly. Then my breakup with Kelly had been Saturday, but right away Catherine and I had found ourselves. So what to do tonight? Go and grab Jimmy and do the "Guy" thing.

***

Of course hanging out with Jimmy would result in spending the evening with beautiful women. I was thinking of turning on the PlayStation and spending a few hours attempting to kill each other. It was a work night, and we had to be at the office early the next morning.

Of course Jimmy would rather go pick up "chicks." And so we found ourselves at the local bar. For a Monday, the place was decently busy. And for the first time in years, I felt like a true bachelor. True, my relationship with Catherine was blossoming, but we were not together just yet, and she had not even broken up with her old boyfriend. So tonight was my night to be free.

Ten minutes after entering the front doors, Jimmy and his silver tongue had earned invitations from two girls who looked barely old enough to legally drink. It turned out I was right, as they were both students at one of the local Cal State schools. Alana and Alicia, both clear blue-eyed, long blond-haired beauties in your typical college student come-fuck-me outfits. As our conversation progressed, they did not appear to be the highly intellectual types. However, Jimmy and I were perfectly comfortable showering flirty attention upon them and buying them drinks, and they felt perfectly comfortable flirting right back and doing their best to drop in little sexual innuendos.

The rest of the night wasn't that important. Suffice it to say that we all got sufficiently hammered and Jimmy invited them back to his condo for a few more drinks in private. I, of course, was still staying with him until I found a new place. The girls followed us in their car. When we arrived, the girls automatically paired up with us, with arms wrapped around waists as we sauntered up the stairs.




Something Different Ch. 02



Once inside, we settled onto the couches, and I went into the kitchen to mix drinks while Jimmy entertained. After a couple more rounds, glasses were discarded and one babe each climbed into our laps and we all began to make out. At the time, I couldn't tell whether I was kissing Alana or Alicia. But all of a sudden, mid-kiss, my loyalty drive kicked in again. The shining faces of both Catherine and Kelly entered into my head. I pulled back, and apologized to the cute blonde. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

She smiled sweetly at me. She really was quite pretty, and whispered back in a husky tone, "Sure you can." Then she crossed her arms downwards and whipped off her top, proving that she was not wearing a bra and revealing a cute pair of perky tits, nipples already extended. Then she pressed herself against me and once again parted my lips with her tongue.

Oh, how I wanted this heavenly feeling to go on. But I could not, should not. I gently pried her off me, looking around to Jimmy for help. But he was already engrossed with his blonde. She too was getting naked, and already had a hand in his shorts, obviously stroking him. I returned to the sweet, young thing still perched in my lap. "No, I really shouldn't."

Her hand was suddenly in my lap, tracing the outline of my stiffness. No matter what my head said, my other head had a mind of its own and was straining to get better acquainted with this sexy co-ed. "Come on, I know you want me, baby. It's just sex. No commitment."

I believed her. But my conscience would not let me. "I do want you. I really do. But I'm in love with someone else, and I can't do this. Why don't you go help your friend? I'll be happy to sit back and watch."

Defeated, she sat up straight, shrugging her shoulders. "Your loss." She dismounted me and started walking away wearing nothing but her heels and skirt. She bent over at the waist, giving me a perfect view of her firm ass, then lowered both skirt and G-string to the ground, revealing a steaming pussy. I groaned, angry with myself for denying myself the pleasure. If I wanted her she would let me, no question.

Meanwhile, Jimmy had been stripped bare and so was the blonde in his lap where they were perched on his recliner. She displayed her athleticism by standing up and rotating herself in one fluid motion without touching the floor, then straddling Jimmy's upraised cock and ever so slowly sinking her way down onto it, the perfect porn expression of ecstasy on her face. My own cock twitched watching his hard shaft disappearing. It knew it could enjoy the same pleasure, if my stupid conscience had not interfered.

Blonde #2 was also now fully naked, except for her heels, and pulled Jimmy's head to hers in a passionate kiss. He reached his hands up to her engorged nipples even as the first blonde continued to rise and fall about his staff. All three of them were letting out breathy moans and whimpers, and soon after the room was filled with the smell of sex.

I couldn't handle just watching. I was still drunk, but I had to get out of there. I collected myself together and moved to the doorway. Alana or Alicia was now burying her face in her friend's pussy even as Jimmy continued to fuck upwards into it, licking at their juncture. Overall the three of them appeared to be having a great time. I opened the door and fled into the night.

***

The night was getting late, and the streets were beginning to look pretty empty. Catherine had not yet called. I knew how long break-up arguments could last. I really had no where else to go, so I went out to a local Denny's to grab a cup of cheap coffee and think. It would be one of the longest nights of my life.

I had to stop and think of the situation around me. From our "Gang" plus our respective significant others before that fateful Saturday, we had eight people whose lives were being radically changed. It wasn't as if this was the first time one or more of our relationships seemed on the ropes. We often came together to share the usual superficial comments about our relationships, discuss our problems and receive the usual support of "our side" from friends.

In debating the nature of a relationship to one another, the usual declarations were made about how important open communication and love were in a relationship. It was said that we hadn't been giving that communication to our significant others. The usual advice was freely given to each other as if in one sentence we could turn the life of one friend into a perfect one. The truth was, we all had issues with our relationships. There was nothing terribly WRONG in them. No one was being abused. We all could probably live quite well for the rest of our lives with our current mates. But there was something missing in each of our own relationships. We all craved something new, something different.

Catherine felt used. Her boyfriend didn't love her. She was nothing but a prize to stick on his mantle. But she was afraid of losing her security. She was afraid of being alone. I hoped that in finding love with me she would overcome those fears and truly be happy. I was not as wealthy as him, but I had a stable, promising job. We would have a comfortable, good life together. Alex would survive without her. There were plenty of beautiful women out there willing to put up with him for his money. He could find another potential trophy wife within a month.

Francine felt constrained, trapped in her relationship. She was the kind of girl who simply could not say "no," and couldn't find the nerve to tell her boyfriend that she didn't love him. He hadn't done anything wrong. She just didn't feel that spark for him. She wanted to be young, to be wild, and since Saturday she had been a sexual predator. She was dominant, vibrant, and had probably experimented more with sex in the past few days than in the previous few years. The thrill made her feel alive. Before the story ends, he's going to be out of the picture.

Jimmy was just flat out bored. He wasn't getting any older, and seemed determined to live his life to the max. He wanted to party. He wanted to flirt. He wanted to screw around. No woman in her right mind would dedicate herself to a playboy like that. To his credit, he was a joy to be around, just not in a permanent, committed relationship. Jimmy was closer to us than to his girlfriend of six years. We, collectively, provided the emotional anchor he didn't have. His girl would eventually figure that out, I hoped.

I felt like I had settled down too fast. I was too young to be married. And my relationship had simply... worn out. Both Kelly and I had been pushing ourselves away from that too early settling, and in the end we had pushed ourselves away from each other. Now she was free, and so was I. If we had been together when I was thirty and ready to settle down, we probably would have had a fantastic life together. But I was barely past twenty-one and had the hormones and urges to back it up. Kelly would enjoy her newfound freedom, and I prayed that she would find happiness in another few years.

I was not going to make the same mistake with Catherine. I would get my own apartment, and she would stay with her family. We would take things slow, casually. We would enjoy young love, and the thrill of dating without the hassles of cohabiting. We could keep the passion.

I was now on my third cup of coffee and was starting to feel jittery. Now that I knew how great my future was with Catherine, I wanted that future to start as soon as possible. Oh, how I wish she would call so we could get together and enjoy our new love!

My cell phone rang. I checked the caller ID display which listed "Catherine." Somebody up there likes me.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mike." Catherine's voice had that strained quality. She was trying desperately to sound upbeat and happy, but failing miserably.

"What happened?" I was immediately concerned. Alex didn't hit her or anything. If he'd hurt her then I swore I would make him pay for it.

"Alex... he..." her voice trailed away, and she started crying.

"Honey, what happened? What did he do?" Please let her be alright.

"He... He proposed tonight at dinner."

"WHAT?"

"He doesn't know about us. We went out to a really nice place, and we both told each other we had something to say. I let him go first, then he got down on one knee and pulled out the biggest diamond. And..."

My mouth went dry. "And what did you say?"

"I couldn't tell him 'no.'" She was sobbing into the phone. "I'm sorry."

"Catherine..." My voice was a plea.

"I'm sorry." And then I heard the  as she hung up.

All of my hopes. All of my plans. Our future. Was it really gone? I was in a stupor. I paid my bill and got back into my car. I just drove. I don't know where I was going, my hands just turned of their own accord. The next thing I knew I found myself parked outside of Jimmy's condo.

One thing Jimmy had never invested in was a set of darker curtains. Jimmy and the blondes had obviously moved into his bedroom, where they were now still energetically going at it, three silhouettes bouncing in the light. I shook my head, and started up the stairs.

I had my own key, and let myself into the living room. Apparently no one had gotten around to closing the bedroom door, and I had a perfect view of the threesome. Jimmy was now pounding away doggie-style at the first blonde co-ed, while blonde #2 was leaning back against the headboard being furiously eaten out by her friend. Obviously, none of them had yet noticed my entrance. Blonde #2, which was the same one who had paired up with me earlier in the evening, presently was shaking as an orgasm swept through her. She was screaming, she was pushing her friend's head against her crotch, her head was whipping back and forth as she howled in pleasure, the whole nine yards of orgasm.

When she finally came down from that high, her eyes snapped open and immediately fixed on me. I was leaning against the front door, hands in my pockets and legs crossed, just relaxing as I watched the sexy scene before me. Blonde #2 dismounted the bed, and began to stride purposefully right at me. At this moment, she was a golden goddess, all tits and curvaceous ass. Her lips were pursed and slightly open, she licked her lips delectably as she came up to me.

Blonde #1 took a moment from moaning out to Jimmy to fuck her and whined from the bedroom, "Alana? Where did you go?"

So that told me Blonde #2's name. But tonight it really didn't matter. Alana was right, it was just sex. No commitment. And after losing Catherine tonight, turning around and banging this slut was going to feel good. It probably wasn't right. But it would feel good.

Alana pressed her sweaty, naked body against me, her tongue immediately extending into my mouth to do battle with mine. We kept our liplock as her hands roamed over my body to strip off my clothes. Once she got me naked I pushed against her with a sudden burst of energy, propelling her backwards until her hot butt met the cool surface of Jimmy's dining table. Scooping up her buttocks I planted her on it, and wrapped her legs around my hips. My dick was rock hard, and without further ado I aimed and thrust my way in. No words of love. No waiting to make sure she was ready. I was using this girl.

Alana was a wild one. Even after an hour of surely non-stop fucking with Jimmy and Alicia, she still had the energy to thrash and buck erotically. Her tits were bouncing back and forth with every motion, her heels digging into my back as I pumped over and again into her wet gash. She wasn't that tight, but she sure knew how to use her cunt muscles.

Back from the bedroom, I heard the low grunt of Jimmy reaching his limit, joined soon after by a shriek of ecstasy from Alicia. I craned my head around and saw Jimmy collapsing onto the bed next to Alicia, apparently completely spent. Then Alana was turning my head around back to focus on the task before me. Grinning down at her I gripped her hips tightly and put more force into every thrust, jarring Alana's whole body every time my hips impacted with hers.

What came next was a surprise. I felt a second pair of firm tits pressing into my back, as apparently Alicia had worn out Jimmy. Her lips were against my neck, and her still steaming cunt was grinding into my backside. She just lay against me as Alana and I continued to rut against each other, rattling the table on its legs. Craning my head around again, Alicia slid around next to me and captured my lips with hers in a frenzied kiss.

The exquisite feeling of Alana's cunt wrapped around my shaft was quickly proving too much. She had already climaxed at least once, and my hips began to jerk even harder as I approached the end. The girls sensed this immediately and Alicia yanked me out of her friend, tripping me onto the floor. In a moment both girls were kneeling next to my rod as Alicia's expert hand tugged at me, coaxing out my sperm.

My little head twitched and then swelled, and then all of my pent-up frustration and desire was exploding out of me, and rapidly coating the two blonde heads before me. Shot 1, that's for Kelly. Shot 2, that's for Catherine. Shots 3 through whatever, those were for me. Alana's and Alicia's tongues were reaching out to taste me, but I was shooting so erratically that my spunk was flying everywhere across their faces.

Eventually I deflated, and lay back into the carpet just catching my breath. "Aw, fuck. That was incredible."

Alicia's smiling face quickly came into view. "Yeah, but we're not done with you yet." Alicia moved to lay atop me, crushing her breasts into my face while Alana took my soft cock into her mouth, intent on reviving me quickly. Alicia grinned down at me. "My turn is next!"

Sigh. I was going to happily spend all night drowning my sorrows away.

***

[RING!!!]

"Mrrmph."

[RING!!!]

Ugh. My head hurt. No, actually my hips hurt more. Where the hell was I?

[RING!!!]

Oh, yeah. I was on Jimmy's couch, where I had been sleeping for the past couple of days. Actually, I was next to the couch, on the floor. There was a heavy weight on my legs.

[RING!!!]

I looked down to see a blonde head pillowed on my chest, apparently Alana's. Looking further down, I found that she was asleep next to me, her legs splayed out underneath the blanket and resting atop my legs and still fully naked.

[RING!!!]

Mmm... naked co-ed. I had your typical morning wood, and paused for a moment to debate whether or not to wake her up. Now if only I could turn off that damn phone!

[RING!-click] "Hey, this is Jimmy. I can't come to the phone right now, but blah blah blah blah..."

I reached down to stroke Alana's head. No commitment. Just sex. There was time for another round before I had to go to work, right? Groaning, she slowly began to awake, her hand naturally falling on my erect shaft poking against her leg. Yes, definitely time for another round.

[BEEP!] "Hi Mike, it's Kelly. Your cell phone is off, so I hope you're at Jimmy's. Look, I just wanted to say I was sorry. I know we've been drifting apart, but I want the chance to make it right. We've been through too much to just throw everything away without trying to work it out. I want to get back together. Please call me." [BEEP!]

NEXT PART 3... 



Something Different Ch. 02



Several years went by and Rick was now wealthy beyond his dreams. Ellen his wife, his ex-wives sister, was keeping him happier than he would have ever imagined. Theirs was as true. a love as any could be. He had even softened on his ex-wife enough to put her up in a house. She paid the bills she accrued but he put her in a house make sure she had a roof. Never the less the bitterness she harbored for Rick remained. A resentment fueled by the fact that Rick was now married to her sister and in the time she was gone, had become wealthy...extremely wealthy. 

What she did not know, nor would Rick ever divulge the fact, that it was her leaving that led to his meeting the man who had made him rich, James a very wealthy club owner who had seduced Rick while they worked out in the gym one night. Had it not been for a group of college students crashing into the locker room...it was very possible that Rick might have consummated his carnal relationship with James that first night. As it happened it would be another week before Rick and James got together at his home on the coast...on a bed in a secluded and wooded cove overlooking the Pacific. 

Their lives had been loving and passionate. James had fallen hopelessly for Rick left him everything when his past came calling. Ellen, having been there for Rick kept him focused and happy. Yet, there was something that she could never satisfy, his need to feel James buried to the hilt and his cum shooting deep into him...just as long as it had been James. It hadn't been love at least not for Rick...but it was a close second and had their relationship continued...it was likely Rick might have fallen for James in time. Only time was now lost to them. James was gone...or so Rick believed. 

Ricks wealth came from quarterly disbursements from James estate trust to which he was sole ere. The trust itself was massive but Rick was not allowed to know how massive. It was enough to pay him upwards of 20 million pounds Sterling every three months. Of course Rick did not spend it stupidly and had amassed a nice sum in his bank over the years. Still there was an emptiness he felt whenever he stood on the deck of James now boarded up home in the mountain. It had been his annual pilgrimage on the anniversary of their first date but now he found himself driving to his place every few weeks. 

One night in a storm Rick decided out of the blue to drive the 50 miles to James house. The storm got worse and worse as he approached the coast so that when he pulled into the parking lot the wind was blowing near hurricane force. The club was still closed with no signs of activity and the parking lot seemed to have been neglected to where bushes were now sprouting up through the cracks in the concrete. It was the scene that mimicked his heart...broken and in need of repair. 

Getting his bottle of champagne Rick exited his car and started down the trail that would take him to James old house and the deck where they had first made love. Only he found the trail was now cleaned up and sported a new set of stairs complete with hand rail. In the two weeks he'd been gone since his last visit someone had done a lot of work. Down the steps he went expecting to find the house in the mountain abandoned and shabby. Only when it came into view the deck was lit, the water was once again flowing...and to his astonishment the platform where James had taken him was once again home to a bed...it appeared to be the same bed. 

Ricks heart leapt into his throat as he began to realize he was trespassing. Someone had bought the house and had renovated it, but it was eerily similar to when James had lived there. However, instead of turning around and leaving something drew Rick forward. Upon reaching the tub he realized the stone where he had first sucked James cock and swallowed his cum was there. In fact everything was nearly identical to that first night and the many nights he had spent here with James, except there was no James. It hit him then...he missed James...badly. 

Staring out into the setting sun he let the bottle of champagne fall to his side as a tear fell. "Where are you James?" he whispered. 

Just as he was about to leave an arm wrapped around his waist...and one around his chest holding him tight. "I'm right here" said the soft familiar voice of James who then took the bottle of champagne from Rick and led him to the sliding glass door and inside his home out of the rain. James was wearing a robe and nothing else Rick was speechless as he took in what he believed was a hallucination. "James?" he choked and threw his arms around him. 

"Where were you? The last I heard was you were supposed to be dead. It broke my heart to think I'd never see you again. I hope you can tell me what happened, but you have to fuck me first...please...I want your cock...so badly...please...James." Reaching for Ricks wrist...James dragged him to the bathroom where Rick was cleansed, shaved clean and showered. 

There was no romance, no gentle caress just animal lust and long suppressed need. James dried Rick off out of the shower, only because there just was no room in the shower for what he wanted and threw him onto the bed...face down. Lubrication was applied with a long applicator deep...and then the residue was layered onto his ass. Rick grasped the rungs of the head board where he had so often been tied as James crawled over the top of him...spread his cheeks...and finally...after far too long...he felt James warm, blood engorged cock...pressing against him. 

"James...please...let me feel you again...please." He said as once again James head pressed into him, centimeter by centimeter James slowly pressed into him not wanting to hurt Rick after so long apart. But Rick was impatient to feel him again and arched his back to line up his hole for James and pushed back against him so that the head popped into him. Not once did Rick feel pain...none was to be found as he felt the thick warmth of James cock slowly driving into him "Ohh God...James, it has been too long...too long. Fuck me" he whispered.

James full of emotion and passion couldn't speak...as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper until Rick pushed himself back...and took his entire length in one savage, lustful thrust. James then fell onto Ricks back and wrapped his arms around his body and let out a sob of passion as he nuzzled the back of his neck desperately driving himself deeper and deeper..until finally he felt Ricks flesh touching his pubic bone. Even then he drove himself deeper as Rick pressed back apparently wanting more of him there as well. It was clear they could not get enough. 

Once it was clear that he was as deep as he could possibly get he hugged Rick close whispering "I'm home" and kissed Ricks neck and ears as Rick reached behind him and pulled James head to his neck and pulled him closer.

"James...don't be gentle...I need you to fuck me as hard as you can..I need to feel you pounding into me hard and...I need you to fill me with your cum...please...drown me in it" he said. 

But James was still feeling overwhelming joy at having his love in his arms just hugged him closer and said "I will...Oh I will...just let me savor this...for a moment...It has been too long for me...God I missed you"

They lay connected for a few minutes until they could no longer wait. Both needed to express their lust in such a way that only a savage, vicious fuck could satisfy. Rick sensing James need...as well as his own...grasped the rungs again and let James take over. Turning to James their eyes met and locked for a moment before Rick said in lust choked voice "Fuck me like you mean it baby...I want it hard...Please." With that they both got up onto their knees but James yanked Rick back away from the head board and stood on the floor with leaving Ricks knees on the edge of the bed. 

His hands took hold of Ricks hips...as he ground his pubic bone hard against his ass forcing an additional inch or two deeper causing Rick to moan in passionate bliss "Yesss..yes...baby...take me...take me fuck me like you need to...Please" he moaned. 

With that James pulled out all of his cock leaving the head just inside the ring...paused...and in one savage, lustful thrust plunged his entire length into Ricks ass. "YES!!" Rick cried as James pubic bone came to rest against his cheeks. Again he pulled out...and drove his cock deep this time causing the skin of his pubic bone to smack Ricks cheeks...again Rick howled "YES...Again...Again" James pulled out quick...and drove in quick and increased his pace until Rick was howling in bliss with each thrust as the early afternoon storm howled outside. 

James bedroom was filled with Puk, puk, puk and Rick crying out "Yes...Yes...James...yes...oh I have missed this...ohhhh I have missed this". Ricks legs were now dangling in mid-air as James slammed his cock hard and fast into Rick. After ten minutes he had to lay down on the bed on top of Rick...and continued a slow fucking motion. He was so close to cumming only it had been so long since he'd been with Rick...anyone...in over three years...his orgasm was 'corked up' for lack of a better word. But as they lay next to each other...Rick assisted in the motion until James felt his orgasm approaching...finally...only he could tell it was going to be brutal. 

What he felt was that every ounce of his being was being balled up...and was now pressing against the base of his cock...trying to get out...if he had to guess what it felt like...it would have been like a soft ball sized wad trying to get out...so he once again got onto his feet...pulled Rick to him and started pounding like there was no tomorrow. The pressure kept building but it wouldn't come...until Rick finally pushed back and said "Fuck my ass James...give me your cum...please...I love you so much" That was it...Rick loved him...and his pace increased...until he felt the white hot light of bliss explode in his brain as a jolt of both pain and pleasure exploded from his cock...filling Rick with impossible amounts of cum...one jolt and another...and another until he could not stand anymore. 

Falling on the bed his cock still rock hard... still shooting cum into Rick...the violence of his last orgasm...jolted Ricks insides sufficiently to cause his own orgasm to erupt...making him cum no less than twice...while James orgasm pumped him full. James finally blacked out...as his cock exploded one last time as he cried "Rick...I love you...God!!" 

Rick did not move but did his best to keep James inside him. He was afraid that he would spill a load of cum all over the sheets if they separated. Strangely James cock though he was unconscious did not lose any of its rigidity. It was like he was made of granite. James came to and hugged Rick closer and whispered "Thank you. Give me a bit of time and I'll have at it again...I hope you are up for that" he said smiling. 

Rick smiled and pushed back against him "You know I am" he said. James finally pulled out of Rick. However what cum Rick was afraid of spilling out...didn't. He had shot it so far up that it wouldn't come out. After cleaning up Rick and James headed to the hot tub in spite of the rain and got reacquainted. 

James took this time to explain what had happened. A former business associate who happened to be in the Russian mob had disappeared years before. The Russian government was looking for him and anyone associated with him. Luckily James had been a silent partner in whatever dealings they'd had. He'd simply invested in the business and received a huge payout every few months. Being savvy to the fact that perhaps his business partners weren't all that ethical he kept his money in numbered accounts so that they could never find out who he was. However, his Russian mob friend had ways of knowing things and came to him threatening to 'out' him to their business partners unless he paid him 30 percent of what he had in the bank. He also threatened to kill anyone he was seeing privately, meaning Rick. 

James killed the Russian for threatening Rick but found that he was now wanted by the Mob for it. So he had to go into hiding. He faked his own death so that they would stop chasing him. Only now James could no longer live under his own name. He was still James but his last name had changed and he had moved his money to different accounts. One of which was now paying Rick every three months and would for the rest of his life. It was a trust fund under James original name as a life insurance policy that would ensure Rick was taken care of. 

He had relocated and bought his old house back from a real estate firm that had acquired his abandoned property. The story of where he went in the years he was gone took up the better part of an hour in which time Rick had started stroking his cock to life as James talked about the dangers of being sought after by the Russian Mob. 

When he was hard again Rick put his mouth on James and began sucking his cock. Long slow strokes of his mouth on his long lost lover helped him to get reacquainted with sucking cock. It was his hope to deep throat him again..soon..that day in fact. All Rick knew for sure was that he wanted to feel James cock shooting cum down his throat like he had so often before. However, it was too cold for James to sit on the edge of the hot tub and it was too cold for Rick to use the Rock because most of his body would be exposed to the rain, which was now coming down in torrents. So they both ran inside closed the door and in the living room...Rick simply dropped to his knees still dripping wet and pulled James cock to his lips...and swallowed as much of him as possible. 

James moaned his approval as he grasped Ricks head and began assisting him with the rhythm by rocking his pelvis forward. It wasn't long before Rick was in his rhythm and deep throating James cock as he had only a few years before. It wasn't' as smooth as it once had been...but that would come with time. James grabbed Ricks head and began pumping his cock back and forth fucking Rick's mouth and throat. Though he had already cum quite hard his orgasm was quick in coming and soon was filling Rick's throat with his cum. As before James remained hard...and amazingly driven to fuck Rick's ass again. Only this time he bent Rick over the back of the couch as the wind and rain pelted the glass. 

Rick was still lubed from their most recent but James added even more to his own hard cock...and then without any preamble, delay or hesitation buried his cock deep into Rick who moaned appreciatively as he was impaled again. This time however, James took his time and fucked Rick slowly. 

Looking down he saw the man he loved lying face down and willingly accepting his cock. His hands took hold of the hips before him...and plunged his hardened appendage deep into Rick's ass which caused their skin to 'clap' together. This caused Rick to moan in absolute pleasure as he had always...from day one enjoyed a good fucking...he had been willing to let him take him any way he wanted...and have given him so much pleasure and joy...just letting him do what he wanted. Pulling out he watched as his cock slid from the silky sheath of his lovers hole leaving just the head inside the ring and then slowly sliding himself back...deep...loving the smooth skin of Rick's ass take him again. James let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as his pubic bone pressed hard against Rick's cheeks. Rick moaned out "Yes...let me hear how you love fucking me." 

Once again he pulled out so that only the head remained and this time plunged his cock savagely into Rick smacking their hips together as they both moaned in bliss. This continued slowly for a long time as the rain poured down outside. Inside the sound of a long lubed cock driving into a tight ass filled the air along with the moans of each man...neither wanting their bliss to end. But eventually the urge to cum had overtaken James...who was now pounding his cock into Rick like a piston increasing his pace until all that could be heard was the sound of their skin slapping together...and Rick screaming "Yes...fuck me...fuck me...God...fill me with our cum!!" and with one savage thrust...James buried his cock into Rick as his insides balled up into a ball the size of a grapefruit and exploded in a flash of light...and came. 

Spasm after spasm jolted his body as what seemed like gallons of cum drained from his balls and into Rick...so deep that nothing would ever leak out. One last spasm came out of nowhere as he gripped his fingers into Ricks skin...and drove his cock one last time so deep that he was certain it would come out Ricks mouth...and released one last impossible load of cum into Ricks beautiful ass...before blacking out and collapsing on Ricks back. 

Waking minutes later he felt his cock pulsing inside Rick as they both lay on the top of the couch. Rick had cum as well but his screams had been lost in his own passionate release. Barely able to stand he pulled out of Rick and was amazed at how hard he was still...and still wanting. Rick's cock was still hard...and leaking cum all over his couch...he too had cum quite hard...apparently by the fact that his cum was puddled on the floor beneath them. James picked up Rick and carried his unconscious body to the bedroom and lay him down then covered him up with the sheets and blanket. He went to clean up the living room...locked the doors and then crawled into bed next to Rick who had come to...just long enough to snuggle against James. 

The storm raged outside as another storm raged inside. Rick would leave the next morning content, spent...and content that James was back.



Something Different Ch. 03



I awake to find him gone, already missing the warmth and comfort of his body. Leaving the bedroom, I hear the water running; he's in the shower. I grin as a sinfully wicked idea enters my mind. Slowly, I open the door and quietly close it behind me. I see his profile; his head is leaned back into the spray of water as he lets the water cascade over him. I can see myself licking the water off him. I strip off the shirt I'm wearing before pulling back the curtain and sneaking in. If his eyes were open, I'm sure he would have said something.

I wrap my arms around his lean body, pulling him away from the spray and closer to me. His eyes remain closed as he leans in to kiss me. His hands rest on my waist as the kiss becomes more passionate. I can feel his desire for me pressing against me. I can't help but let out a moan as his tongue explores my mouth. I pull him closer still, wanting all of him against me, needing him in every way. My love, my passion, my desire for this man seems to be ever growing.

His hands slide up to cup my face. He gives me a soft kiss before moving to whisper in my ear, "I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you." He kisses me before I have a chance to reply, and soon, his lips are at my ear again. He whispers sweet words to me before nibbling on my ear. I have to fight to keep my balance, my knees fighting with me. He closes off the distance between us by pulling me closer, his lips moving to nibble, lick, and suck at my heck, his hands on my waist. I moan again as I feel his teeth put pressure on my skin, my nails already digging into his back.

"I've barely started, and you're already clawing me," he chuckles and a shiver runs through me. It never did take him much before he had me squirming and clawing and screaming. He knows my body as well as I know his. He backs me up against the wall knowing that I'll fall soon without the support. His hands slide up from my waist to cup my breasts; he growls as his thumbs run over my already hard nipples. Those growls will be the death of me.

One of my hands, I tangle in his hair while the other I let wander over him. His lips are still busy with my neck, and he bites down hard, almost breaking the skin as I rake my nails down his chest. Both of us let out a moan, and I feel him shiver against me. The steam from the shower gives off the illusion of a dream, a fantasy, coming to life as it surrounds us and fills the room. I scratch diagonally across his ribs before wrapping my hand around him. He lets out another moan, and I can feel him throbbing. As I slowly begin to caress him, his lips find min, locking us in another passionate kiss. With my other hand, I decide to be mean and rake my nails down his chest again. Another moan escapes him as a shiver takes over his body.

The kiss ends, and his lips moves to the other side of my neck. He lingers only for a moment before pulling away from me, causing me to let go. My eyes widen as I fear that this is it, that he's going to leave me like this. He places a soft kiss upon my lips before going back to my neck, slowly moving south. My hands move to grasp him again, and again he stops, his eyes locked with mine. He takes my hands and holds them by the wrist with only one hand. They're held above my head, against the wall. I whisper his name, longing for more of his touch, needing his sweet kisses, aching for him. My eyes close as his kisses resume their path. I shiver as his teeth scrape across my skin before he bites or nibbles. I moan out his name as I rest against the wall, helpless but enjoying it.

His mouth reaches my breast, and he releases my hands. I know it was supposed to be a punishment for trying to resume what I was doing after he pulled away. My hands cradle his head as he licks, sucks, and nibbles at my nipple while the other one is being attended by his hand. I can't hold in my moans, then again, I'm not really trying. They seem to be encouraging him as always. His lips move to my other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment as his hand replaces his mouth. I gasp as he bites down, a shiver going through my body. I'm tugging on his hair without realizing it, yet he doesn't seem to mind. I moan out his name as he bites into my breast, growing more aroused, wanting him even more.

He begins to kiss a trail down again, leaving me aching for more. He lingers on my stomach, lightly scratching at my sides, causing me to draw in a breath and try to hold in a tremble. I fail miserably. I can almost feel him grinning as he places soft kisses on my waist, hips, and stomach. He looks up at me, kneeling in front of me almost as if I am a goddess he's worshipping. He spreads my legs farther apart, his hands caressing my thighs as they make their way further up. I whisper his name, wanting more, wanting this torture to end, but I know it will only end when he chooses it to. My eyes are closed as I feel the soft kisses on my thighs. I look down at him, burying my fingers in his wet hair. My gorgeous, wet sex god. He looks so inviting on his knees in front of me, staring up at me. I want to sink down in front of him to feel those full, luscious lips upon mine. I feel dazed, the steam still surrounding us, the water making out bodies glisten. He gives me a wicked grin before leaning forward and flicking his tongue against me. He barely touches me, and I moan, wanting more.

He spreads my legs even farther apart, and I whimper, growing more wet from the anticipation. He slides his fingers down my slit, not surprised at how wet I already am. I watch as he licks his fingers, biting my lip and wishing he was using that tongue on me. I'm about ready to bed, and he knows it. "Do you trust me?" he asks, looking up at me. I nod, not being able to find my voice. Still on his knees, he tells me to wrap my legs around his neck. My eyes widen, and I can't help but think that I'll strangle him. He asks again, and when I hesitate, he spanks me. I moan and wonder when he's going to learn that's not a punishment to me. Using his shoulders as support, I'm shaky as I do as he asks. He grabs my ass, pinning me to the wall as I'm now basically sitting in front of him.

I know what he's planning, but I have no idea how this is going to work. I'll end up squirming and that'll cause him to lose his hold on me. All my thoughts disappear with the first, full lick. I moan and lean farther back into the wall. Any more, and I'll be going through it. My legs hug him as my ankles cross, keeping him right where he is. Whether or not he can breathe doesn't even cross my mind. He has me lost in sensations, and the fire inside me is burning with an even greater intensity. I cry out his name as he brings me closer, and then, he stops. I whimper as he pulls away, bringing me down to the ground again. Our eyes lock, and his tell me that he's not finished yet.

He lifts me up again, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands cup my ass again as he kisses me. He's driving me insane, and he knows it. My arms are around his neck, keeping him close to me. I whisper to him, telling him that I need him, and he lets out a growl. I shiver and moan at the sound and pull him to me for another kiss, this one deeper than the last. He shifts slightly, and before I realize what he's doing, I feel him sliding in. It's then that my orgasm takes over my body. His lips move to my neck where he nibbles softly as he gently thrusts into me. I don't know how he can take the slow, soft pace because it drives me insane.

"More...I need more, baby," I manage to get out, wanting more freedom than I have. When he tells me not yet, my heart drops, and I whimper when he withdraws. He doesn't say a word as he puts me down and brings me under the spray of the shower. He washes my hair, then my body, avoiding the places that are begging to be touched. I give him a pleading look, and he pulls me to him for a kiss. I feel him reach behind me to turn the water off. As the kiss ends, I look into his eyes, seeing mischief dancing around. Without another word, he lifts me up and carries me back to our bedroom. My arms are around his neck, leaving enough room for me to nibble on it.

He lays me down on the bed, giving me the same torturous pleasure as he did in the shower. The nibbles turn into bites as both our need grows to the point we can barely control it. I don't know how he's able to control himself, but he does a damn good job of it. He's nibbling and licking and sucking at my clit before I even realize he was heading in that direction. I scream out his name as he slides his fingers into me, making my orgasm explode. He continues thrusting his fingers into me as his tongue works its magic on me. I soon lose where one orgasm begins and one ends. Just as I'm about to pull him away, he stops and begins a trail of kisses from my stomach to my neck. When his lips reach mine, I let out a moan as I return his kiss.

As I feel him enter me, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him. His pace is hard and fast, causing me to orgasm again almost instantly. Every thing that he allowed to build up, he's letting out now. My nails dig into his back, breaking skin as I drag them down. Several orgasms later, I feel him tense up, and as he reaches his peak, I reach mine with him. We collapse in each other's arms, and he grins at me. "So, what do you want to do today?" I laugh and kiss him, laying comfortably in his arms. 



Something Different Ch. 03



PART 3: Resolution

***

Tuesday morning. I really would have to bug Jimmy to invest in darker curtains. The morning sunlight was streaming in, almost painfully bright. The answering machine clicked off, Kelly's message to me now complete. Ah, hell. That had been a mood killer.

Alana was coming fully awake now; her hand quickly finding my cock was also fully awake. She murmured dreamily, her cool fingers wrapping around my joystick as she absently pumped it while turning her head up to look at me. I just stared back at her, dazed, as I contemplated the situation I was in.

I had gone through a horrible fight with my fiancée, Kelly, to the point where we had broken off our engagement. In the midst of it, a sharp attraction I had felt towards two coworkers, Francine and Catherine, had crossed over into a series of sexual encounters, and then into a tender romantic relationship with Catherine for a short time. And now here I lay with a 21-year old blonde cutie I had just met last night. Her body was young and trim, with perky tits rubbing against my hip. If it weren't for the emotional baggage weighing me down right now, having been with four different women in the past week, five if you include Alana's friend Alicia last night, would be considered a fantastic thing.

A silky wet pleasure flooded into my brain, and I realized Alana had sucked my entire length into her mouth. But the pleasure was momentary. Despite her wonderful mouth, I could feel myself deflating inside of her. Even with a hot babe sucking me off, and a "Let's get back together" message from my fiancée, all I could think about was Catherine and the heartbreak I had gone through last night.

Gently, I pried Alana off of my dick, despite her protests. I heard a high- pitched scream of ecstasy from inside Jimmy's bedroom just then. Apparently Alicia was having fun this morning. But I just wasn't in the mood. I walled myself away the rest of the morning, brooding out the window. Eventually, the girls left with Jimmy promising to call, and apologizing for "his friend who was under a lot of stress."

When they had left he turned to look at me and exhaled, "Whew, those two were CRAZY!" He had the biggest smile on his face. He staggered around the room, and then came across the phone and answering machine, which was flashing to inform him that he had a new message. He turned to me. "You were out here. Did you hear it?"

"Yeah."

"It wasn't Francine again, was it? She's been calling me every day. I mean, she's an awesome friend, but I don't want another girlfriend, you know?"

I gave him a hard look. Typical Jimmy. The four of us break through all these barriers, and he's the same old Jimmy. "No, it was Kelly. She wants to get back together."

"Whoa." He didn't say anything for a bit, then played the message so he could hear exactly what she had said. He paced around for a while, then sat down on his recliner across from me. "You know what I think. Kelly's a great girl, but she's really nitpicky and controlling. And you're too young to settle down. Are you sure you want to get back into that relationship? I mean, what about Catherine? I thought you two had something going."

"Alex proposed last night. Catherine is out of the picture."

Shock ran across Jimmy's face. "Hey, I'm sorry, man. You knew he would eventually. It's just a question of how many years will go by until the divorce and he picks up trophy wife #2. But with Kelly, I really think you should call her. These past few days have been really weird. Maybe you can get back together but fix some of those problems. Take a step back, just date, instead of acting like a married couple."

"Yeah, maybe."

I knew at some point I would have to call Kelly, but I couldn't work up the nerve to do so just yet. Instead Jimmy and I hustled off to work. I drifted through the day on autopilot. Half of the staff would be out for the next two days marketing our clients, including Francine. So it was pretty quiet, and no one really bothered me for the whole day. I stared blankly at the computer screen before me, my hands resting on the desktop. Whenever the phone rang I simply let my voicemail pick it up.

Catherine had to be working a few floors above me right now. I wondered, what was going through her head right now? Was she thinking about me? Was she as uncertain of to what to do as me? And the biggest question. Did she still love me?

Then there was Kelly. A relationship built up from years of slow growth. Fights were to be expected in any relationship. It would be foolish to ever expect perfection from a relationship. True, there were things about her that really pissed me off about her, and I'm sure I had a few quirks that annoyed Kelly to no end. But we had been able to work around those and bring ourselves to the brink of marriage together. We had drifted apart, but we could drift back together again, right? Surely a long-term relationship and an engagement were more important than a friendship that had only briefly crossed over the line.

I stared at my phone. Speed dial #1: Kelly's office. Speed dial #2: Catherine's desk. What do I do?

The politically correct and "moral" thing to do would be to preserve the long- term relationship, right? I picked up my headset, and pressed down Speed Dial #1.

***

We met at "our" restaurant. It was a little hole-in-the-wall Chinese place we used to frequent in college. It was a quaint family-run place, with dim lighting, and waiters that spoke little English. She was waiting for me when we arrived, and had already ordered our usual. She said "hi" and I said "hi." There was a comfortable familiarity in this. Our restaurant. Our usual noodles and meat. But there was an undercurrent of nervousness permeating the air. Kelly fidgeted in her seat.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, actually sounding interested for the first time in months.

"Um, fine," I lied. "How was yours?"

"Um, fine." She looked down, staring at her hands. We both just kind of zoned out, uncomfortable in the awkward silence. Fortunately, the food arrived and we soon busied ourselves with the food. Automatically, I began to expertly wield my chopsticks, picking at the Chow Fun and picking out the green onions. Kelly hated the green onions for some odd reason, and she smiled when she realized I was picking them out for her.

That little gesture seemed to break the ice and we gradually fell into a comfortable rhythm. We started up a new conversation, and within a few minutes, we slipped back into our familiar selves. I was joking, she was laughing, and after awhile it felt like we had never broken up. Maybe we could make this work again.

My cell phone rang. I checked the caller ID display, which listed "Catherine." Of course.

"Who is it?" Kelly leaned forwards in that unconscious attempt to see the display on my phone, even though it was impossible from her side of the table.

"Um, nothing. It's just Jimmy." I hit the [END] button, and the ringing stopped. Then I turned the phone off. "I'll call him later. Right now, you're the only person in the world."

She gave me a shy smile at this. "You always knew what to say."

We finished most of our food, and boxed up the rest. Kelly insisted on splitting the check, even though she only ate half of what I had. I response, I insisted that she take the leftovers home. So we paid the check, and walked out the door. I walked her to her car, and was getting ready to say my good-byes. But Kelly beat me to it. She unlocked the car, then turned around to face me and stepped up very close to me. She laid a hand on my chest, then glanced up into my face.

"Would you come back home? Just for tonight?"

The world was suddenly spinning. My already overworked brain went into a seizure and then suddenly I felt her lips pressed to mine. My arms naturally enfolded her and then she was pressing me against her car, our kiss rapidly escalating in heat and intensity. Here was the passion missing from our lives for months. Here was the Kelly I had fallen in love with in the beginning.

When we finally pulled ourselves apart and I hurried to get to my car. We drove at breakneck speeds back to our apartment, with Kelly arriving just a few seconds before me. We met at the front door, immediately flowing into another kiss. We had to work rather hard to get the door open without looking at it, our attention only on each other.

We made our way into the bedroom, and once inside she pushed me back against the closed door and pressed her lips against mine once again. Then she turned and lay back contentedly on the bed. I stripped off my shirt, then joined her on our bed. One kiss led to a few more, and soon we were frenching madly. My hands were snaking under her blouse and caressing her bare back, and I knew my raging erection was pressing painfully against her leg. My hands dipped to her ass, squeezing and caressing.

I ripped my shirt off and then whipped off hers. She was panting slightly, her eyes glazed over. Next came the snap of her bra, and I was burying my face in her upright B-cups, feeling her nipples hardening in the cool air. I shucked my shorts and she let me tug her skirt off, taking the panties with it, then I rid myself of the rest of my own clothing. We continued to kiss and fondle and my erection was screaming at me to get inside of her. She was kissing me back with a fervor right up until I settled my hips over hers.

I was amazed at how much this felt just like that Pizza/Meg Ryan movie night we had shared only a week ago. Last time, she had pushed me away at the last second, leaving me with my painful erection. That was not the case this time, as she held her hips steady as I thrust into her body with one stroke. I settled my head onto the pillow next to hers, my lips tracing at her neck. She sighed in contentment as we both just absorbed the heavenly feeling of our union. I felt so happy, and closed my eyes. I rubbed my nose against the side of her cheek, then opened my eyes with a dreamy expression.

Catherine's sweet face smiled back at me. My eyes grew wide at this sudden realization, and then I bolted upright, my cock slipping out of her as the shock coursed through my system. I blinked twice, and then there was Kelly, staring back at me with a soothing expression on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Silly." Kelly reached out and traced my face with the palm of her hand. "Now come back here and make love to me."

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I leaned down to nibble on Kelly's breasts. They were Kelly's, I kept telling myself. You're getting back together. And then her hips captured my rod, and she was guiding me into her willing body once again. I felt the soft, moist velvet engulf me, and then I gave myself over to the lovemaking.

***

Wednesday morning. For the first time in days, I knew exactly where I was when I woke up. I was in my bed, at my home. And Kelly was in my arms. She was already awake, running her fingers over my chest. She smiled sweetly at me, and leaned up to plant a small peck on my lips.

"I missed this."

"Me, too." I smiled back at her. Then I shook a warning finger at her. "Just don't push me away again."

She kissed me again, and then rolled out of bed. I heard the water running shortly after as she freshened up in the bathroom. I lay back against the pillows, relaxing and looking around. All of my candles were still there, as were the Christmas lights. This room represented everything that was "us" for Kelly and me. And I only had one thought and one woman on my mind. What was Catherine doing right now?

I pushed that thought out of my mind as fast as it arrived. I was here, with Kelly. We were going to try and patch things up. We could make it work. I heard the door open and the familiar sound of Kelly padding off towards the kitchen. I rolled out of bed as well. I had to piss.

When I'd finished doing my thing, I washed up, then joined Kelly in the kitchen. With practiced ease we made breakfast. She did the cooking. By routine I puttered around bringing out and putting away the ingredients, and washing the dishes while she put the finishing touches on our meal. When it was finished, we ate happily, and I really began to believe that while the past week had been a weird and wild ride, it was something that we could perhaps recover from.

After the meal, Kelly excused herself to go to the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later absolutely TICKED OFF. Her mouth set into a hard frown as she glared at me, her eyes squinted in anger.

"What's wrong?" She looked angry with me, and I had no idea why.

"You know exactly what's wrong."

"No, I don't." This of course made her even more angry.

"You left the toilet seat up!"

"Oh, is that it? I'm sorry."

"IS THAT IT?" Impossibly, she got even angrier, such that her cheeks were burning red. "When you leave the toilet seat up, you are showing me that you are inconsiderate! It's a sign that you don't care about me!"

"It's a toilet seat! I just woke up. My brain wasn't fully active. I'm sorry about the toilet seat! It was an accident!"

"If you hit some poor jogger with your car because you were playing with the radio, he's still dead! You can say 'It was an accident!' but it shows that you weren't paying attention properly!"

"This isn't a dead jogger! This is a toilet seat!"

"It's not about the toilet seat! It's about you being inconsiderate! Of not paying attention properly!"

You can guess how the next half an hour of conversation went. Thankfully, the fight could not last too long, since we both had to get to work. The last thing Kelly yelled at me as she got in her car was "I want you out of my life!"

All I could do was yell back "FINE." My relationship with Kelly was over. This time I knew that it was for good.

***

Wednesday at work I was steaming. I had a short memo to type up and I started hammering at my keyboard as if to punch a hole straight through the letter "J." I spent the entire day ignoring my phone once again. I knew that anyone on the other end of the line would be able to hear the built up resentment and anger in my voice. I did manage to get some work done, albeit slowly.

Half of the staff, including Francine, were out visiting clients today. I was glad I wasn't scheduled to go out marketing today, else I would have probably done a piss poor job.

I was angry with Kelly for being so uptight. I was angry with myself for not being able to handle it. I was frustrated with my inability to build a happy relationship. And I was sad. I was lonely. Deep in my gut I believed that I would never be truly happy. It was near the end of the day when I felt firm hands grabbing a hold on my shoulders, pressing and caressing. "Hey, Mikey..." Francine's sweet voice whispered huskily right next to my ear. 

"Hey, you're back." I was trying to be friendly, but I was still stuck in that sour mood.

"You're so tense." Francine was still whispering in my ear as she massaged my neck. "You need to unwind a bit, and I know just how we can get you to relax a bit."

"Relax? What's that?"

She moaned sexily into my ear, her hot breath steaming against my face. "There is nothing in this world more relaxing for a man than those first few seconds after you've just cum, right?"

Schwing. No matter the mood, my dick knows how to arise to the opportunity. Her hand was soon in my lap, and she was pulling my head around to meet hers for a searing kiss. I groaned into her open mouth, her tongue tickling my teeth and resigned myself to my fate. When she finally released me, she was panting, her hand fluttering over her chest as she stared at me with unbridled lust. I knew I was about to get laid.

But I knew Francine had been in a relationship as well. Was she going through the same confusion I was? I had to ask first. "Francine, not that I'm complaining. But what about your boyfriend?"

"Oh, him? I dumped him last week. Life's too short for me to waste any more of the best years of my life on him."

Poor guy. He had no idea what he was missing right now. I was about to ask another stupid relationship question, but she shushed me first. She leaned in close to me, and pressed a finger to my lips. "Mikey, you talk to much."

I shut up. She then took my hand in hers, pulled me out of my chair, and then began tugging me deeper into the office. At this point I noticed the time. It was past six o'clock, and the floor was deserted. She led me directly into our boss' office, and shut the door. She spun me around and planted me in one of the wing chairs.

"Now let's see if we can't get you relaxed." Francine stepped back and began to give me a sexy striptease. First she pulled out a clip in her hair, and her long locks cascaded down in soft waves over her shoulders. She threw her shoulders back, which also stuck out her chest, and shrugged her jacket down and off her arms. Now everyone knows sex sells, so she had chosen a low scooping blouse that already showed off her enhanced breasts and the deep valley that ran between them. Wiggling her hips, she did a slow pirouette, and then began to slide her skirt down her legs, revealing her lacy black bikini-cut panties doing a poor job of concealing her tight ass, and gartered nylons encasing her legs. With the skirt on the floor, she bent over at the waist, extending me an even juicier view of that butt, then kicked the skirt off her feet. The sight of her barely covered ass and sexy grin was an erotic contrast to our boss's bookcase filled with texts immediately behind her.

She kept her three-inch stiletto heels on, which created a wonderful arch in her legs as she stood up and turned back to face me. The blouse now hung down and covered her hips, but she slipped a hand underneath it and wriggled it around for a moment before bringing her hand back out, the fingers obviously glistening with wetness. Still swaying her hips in a slow erotic dance, she sucked her fingers into her mouth, then reached down and whipped the blouse up and over her head, revealing a matching black lacy bra that barely contained her large tits.

I breathed out harshly, unaware that I had been holding my breath this entire time. Even though we had fucked many times in the last week, this sensuous revelation of Francine's hot body to me was a mind-blowing experience.

Francine was now gliding towards me and around the chair. Once behind me, she wrapped her arms around me, unbuttoning my shirt down to the tails. She pulled it off and flung it into a far corner of the room, quickly followed by my undershirt. Then she returned around to the front of the chair, where she knelt between my legs and began to undo my pants.

I was rock hard by this point, the tip of my cock poking above the waistband of my boxers. When she got my belt and fly open, she carefully extracted my shaft through the flap of my boxers, my member twitching of its own accord within her grasp. Francine leaned down, pulling her hair back behind her ears and blowing gently across the tip. It jerked towards her, like a plant seeking out the sun. Her bra was clasped at the front, and when she undid it, the firmness of her tits made the cups instantly swing open. Her nipples were already hard and tight, little nubs poking back at me. She leaned down, trapping my shaft between her mounds, squeezing her hot flesh around it. She leaned her head downwards, opening her mouth wide as if about to devour my entire shaft in one gulp.

I realized I was holding my breath again, my whole body trembling with anticipation. She grinned at me, and then her mouth was upon me. I exhaled mightily as I felt her lips descend, the hot warmth of her tongue instantly massaging and caressing my tender rod. Her lips had formed a tight ring that slid up and down my length, a powerful sucking motion that was more powerful from my base out to my tip, as if trying to draw my come out.




Something Different Ch. 03



I groaned out at the sensations she was producing in me as I watched her head bouncing back and forth in my lap, accompanied by the wet, smacking sounds of her mouth on me. I also watched as she let a hand down into her own panties, apparently pleasuring herself even as she blew me. Every so often, she would pull back until just the tip was still in her mouth, and lean forwards to encase my wet prick between her heaving tits, the warm flesh wrapping around me like a blanket.

My hips were soon quaking in my seat, and I knew I would last only a few more seconds. "Here it comes!" I warned her, and she responded by taking me even deeper down her throat and rolling her eyes up to look into the contortions on my face. And then I was spewing. Jet after jet of what had to be a gallon of built up tension and cum poured down her throat.

Noisily she drank me down, except for the final few bursts. Then holding my rapidly deflating prick in her hand, she opened her mouth to let me view the pool of my juice she had collected there. Then tilting her head back, she swallowed the load in one gulp, then came back to me with a big grin on her face.

"Feel better?" she asked as she continued to pump her hand on me, petting my dick like a pet snake.

I could only groan out happily. "Much." Th tension had drained out of me with that orgasm, sweeping away my frustrations. My whole body felt limp. Well, most of my body. Francine had returned to rubbing her tits and hands all over my cock, playfully rotating her torso to press her still erect nipples against the head, as if my penis were kissing her breasts.

"I'm happy that you feel better. Now, would you be up to returning the favor? I've been so stressed out lately..." She pouted, a baby faced frown designed to make anyone around give her what she wanted. "Please?"

I felt my sleeping soldier waking up at this prospect, and I readily agreed. I got myself out of the chair, and helped Francine into my spot. Her bra was still hanging on her shoulders, although the open cups swung out wide to fully reveal her glorious chest to my gaze. I leaned down into her lap, pressing a kiss onto her panty-covered pussy. My lips were only slightly surprised to find that the black fabric was soaking wet. I inhaled sharply, savoring her scent.

Her gartered nylons were still wrapped on her legs, and I didn't want to remove them. I knew also that it would be impossible to remove her panties with those garters on. So I decided to skip the process, instead pulling the narrow band of cloth that ran between her legs off to the side, and plunged two fingers into her cunt. Francine cried out in pleasure at my penetration, and began to writhe in the chair as I pistoned my fingers in and out of her. I yanked her by the hips to the edge of the chair, where I could keep my fingers pumping and also let my tongue join in on the party.

Small whimpers were escaping Francine's full lips with every thrust, my tongue working hard just to keep up with the gyrations of her hips. I kept sucking and licking and pumping and was quickly rewarded when her back arched away from the chair, pressing her crotch even hard against my face.

I was in the middle of nibbling on her clit with my lips when I felt the wave of honey crest over and soak my lower jaw and coat my fingers. Now when a man orgasms, his energy is spent and he usually has to rest and recharge for the next round. But Francine's climax only made her get hotter and more excited.

She violently pulled my head away from her crotch and stared into my face, her eyes blazing. "Oh Mikey, I want you now! Fuck me now!" She reached down and with more strength than I thought her capable of, tore apart the thin threads that connected her panties across her hips, and tossed the pieces onto the floor. This left her wearing nothing but her heels, her nylons, and her garters, her gaping and wet pussy shining back at me. She got up and marched across the room. Francine planted her feet firmly apart, leaning forwards with her arms braced against a filing cabinet, her wonderful ass sticking out at me. "Come on honey, fuck me from behind!"

By now, my sleeping soldier was an alert and battle-ready warrior. With my dick leading the way, I crossed the room and settled in behind her. The heels she wore lifted her up just enough to put her at a comfortable height so that with my hands on her hips to firmly guide me, I sank my rod into her pussy, going the last few inches in a huge thrust that bucked her hips forwards when I slammed against her ass. As soon as I had thrust in I backed halfway out, and then plunged in, setting up a solid fucking rhythm.

Francine's moans quickly filled the room. "Ugh, that's good. Oh, yeah, baby. But I meant, I want you to fuck me IN my behind!"

Whatever the lady desires. I pulled out with some regret, my shaft coated in a thin layer of Francine's natural lubricants. I re-entered her cunt with my fingers, building up a new layer of fluid on them, and then gently pressed my wet fingers into her ass. After a moment, her muscles relaxed around them, and I pulled out only to replace my fingers with a much larger object.

With a firm grip on her hips and Francine rather obviously trying to relax her muscles, I drove my cock deep up her ass, Francine letting out a low hiss as I penetrated her. I had only worked a few inches in when I felt Francine's legs tense, and then she pushed back at me, capturing the rest of my rod inside of her all at once.

This unexpected pleasure force me to groan out, my hips jerking forwards and pumping back at her. Then I pulled back a bit, and then again thrust my way inside. I banged up against her ass cheeks, and Francine let out another low moan of pleasure. She turned to look back at me as I continued to ream her out, pumping her ass in a strong fucking motion. She never closed her mouth again, the howls and whimpers of ecstasy coming out continuously.

I could see her arms tensing as she worked to hold herself up against the filing cabinet. Her swaying breasts called out to me, so I reached out one hand to feel them, my fingers teasing the hard nipples and cupping the firm flesh. My other hand kept a firm grip on her hips to make sure I didn't leave this paradise inside of her ass. She was squeezing her buttcheeks together in time with my thrusts, her strong muscles caressing my oversensitized prick.

She was getting close, I could tell. Her hip motions were becoming erratic, and her arms were shaking as she struggled to keep herself up. I dropped my hand away from her tits to caress her pussy, her clit harder than my cock as I rubbed at it furiously. After a minute, Francine exploded; her legs staggering forwards as she half stood up and half collapsed against the file cabinet, the cool metal shocking against her chest. My legs staggered forwards with her, keeping myself inside of her as her butt muscles clenched and spasmed with the force of her orgasm, her sweet juices running down her leg.

That exquisite feeling as I experienced Francine's orgasm from inside her ass put me over the edge. I was geysering up her ass, filling Franny's bowels with my sticky cum. I thrust and thrust and thrust into her ass with every jet, grunting with the effort as I felt each wave exit my body and into hers.

At last we had both finished, and I was completely exhausted. My tension was entirely gone, as was my anger and frustration. I had no energy to feel anything except for the afterglow pleasure of having just butt-fucked one of my best friends. Francine was a little unsteady on her legs, but she managed to stumble over to where her clothes lay in a pile. She reconnected her bra clasp, although her panties were a complete loss. Those she dropped into the trash can. I wondered what the cleaning staff would think about that.

I felt completely relaxed and looked up until I was sure I had Francine's attention. "Thank you, for everything."

"What are friends for?" She retrieved her skirt and bra. I reached out and picked up my pants. My shirts were still on the other side of the room.

"Well, friends usually talk each other out of a bad mood; but I'm not complaining about your methodology."

"Okay then, let's do the talking thing." She finished putting her blouse back on, removing paradise from view with every button. She followed my gaze downward to her chest, then crossed her arms over herself, giggling. "Sorry, but it's the only way I know you'll pay attention."

She was right, but I just kept admiring her tight body as she shimmied into her panties and skirt as well. Then she sat down in the chair next to me, and took my hands in hers. "Michael."

That had to have been the first time she had ever called my by my entire first name, instead of "Mikey." "Michael, I know something weird happened between you and Kelly today, and whatever happened made you really angry and frustrated. But I think we both know that relationship is over. You two have been dying for months."

I nodded quietly. This was nothing new. She took a deep breath, then continued. "I know Alex proposed to Catherine. And I know she said "yes." She's got this huge, sparkling rock on her hand right now, and you know how hard it is for her to say 'no' to anyone. But I've got this gut feeling that she's in love with you."

Francine and I had not carried on deep conversations very often; but the few times we had, she displayed an uncanny insight. The few times she had given me advice, she had never steered me wrong. "Michael, you need to go talk to her."

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes while everything sunk in. The whole situation was surreal. I was sitting half-naked in my boss's office, the scent of sex permeating the air. My boss did not know I was there. I had just finished ass-fucking one of my best friends while she counseled me about pursuing a relationship with another of my best friends. Then again, the whole week had been surreal. We talked for another few more minutes, but I was already convinced that I had to find Catherine.

"Okay, I'm going to find her."

"Good." Francine flashed me a dazzling smile. "Just call me if you ever need a good fucking."

***

Rain. When the sun had gone down, the clouds rolled in and began to dump their contents all across the Southland. I stood for only a minute just inside the front doors to our office, looking out at the downpour between my car, lonely in the parking lot, and me.

She wasn't answering her cell phone, and they were not at either of their homes. On a hunch, I figured that they went out to dinner, and for Alex and Catherine, that meant Beverly Hills. It was an ugly rainy evening, but I would find her, no matter what.

Luck was with me that night. One of Alex's college friends owned a trendy Chinese Bistro, and sure enough, there was the yellow Lamborghini in the first spot of valet parking, safely protected from the harsh water droplets under a tent. I found a parking spot only a few blocks away, and wished for the hundredth time for an umbrella. I pulled my jacket tightly over my shoulders, and began my walk to the restaurant.

I told myself that this was crazy. I could talk to Catherine later. I could catch her at work, maybe talk about things over lunch and away from Alan. But I merely ducked my head in a futile effort to keep the rain from pelting my eyes. I had to see her tonight.

I arrived and reached the front door, taking shelter underneath the canopy. I reached out my hand, getting a firm grip on the door handle. My hand tensed to pull the door open, but then I stopped. What would I do when I saw them? How would they react if they saw me? Alex probably didn't know about my recent liaisons with his fiancée, but how would Catherine react?

I walked out from under the canopy and into the driving rain. I had already been soaked walking over here, and a little more water wouldn't kill me. The restaurant was well lit, and I could easily see the people moving around inside. There were other couples, savoring their meals, smiling, laughing, and generally enjoying each other's company. Who was I to intrude? I kept walking along the sidewalk, squinting against each rain droplet that struck my face. I took long, sidelong glances into the restaurant, searching them out.

I thought about Catherine, and the comfortable feeling I had whenever I was around her. I remembered days gone by when I hoped I would run into her around the office, or in the elevator on the way to work. We had not spoken since she told me Alex had proposed. Since then I had been completely lost. She was the friend I talked to whenever I had a problem, but she wasn't able to be there for me this time. I had tried to drown myself in the typical male way: getting laid. And all it had led to was more suffering. I had made a half-hearted attempt to get back together with Kelly. But in the end we had found out it was already too late. That was probably for the best, I was in love with Catherine.

Did she ever think about me? Had she ever wondered how I was doing? Was she as miserable as I was? Was she reaching out to find someone to hold onto, and reaching nothing but open air?

A few minutes had passed before I finally saw her. I had reached the end of the restaurant, the last wall filled with dining booths inside, and a trendy dress shop just through the wall. She was seated at one of the plush booths, and Alex was probably across the table from her, blocked from my view by the ceiling-high wall of the booth. Her eyes were downcast, staring at her food. Her movements were listless, her gaze was empty. She wore a sleek and stylish dress that hugged her every curve, expensive jewelry adorning every part of her body. Catherine was gorgeous, but her slumped posture of a defeated woman ruined the effect. She looked so sad and pitiful I felt the urge to reach out and hug her, reassure her that everything would be alright.

But all I could do was stare through the window at her, trying to memorize everything about her as if I would never see her again. The rain was all but forgotten as I watched her eat.

She talked a little, but seemed to go long periods of silence before her next sentence, as if Alex was carrying most of the conversation. It was apparently during one such conversation that she saw me.

I had thought that the lighting would opaque the window and no one inside would be able to tell I was out there, but I guess I was wrong. Shock ran over her face, as her eyes widened for just a moment. She quickly tried to re-enter the conversation, pretending that nothing ever happened. She was fidgeting in her seat as she kept talking, the window and the constant patter of rain hitting the sidewalk drowning out all noise.

But then she straightened, and slid out of the booth, standing up and staring out the window directly at me. I can only imagine how I looked. Still dressed in my work clothes, with only a thin jacket to ward away the cold and rain. My hair was soaked, my bangs plastered across my forehead. Prolonged contact with the rain ensured every article of clothing on me, including my underwear, was completely waterlogged. But I knew my eyes had to be piercing. I stared in a direct line back at her, willing my thoughts to transmit themselves into her brain. "I want to be with you."

Alex was soon out of the booth as well, standing next to Catherine and following her gaze out the window. He looked at me, wondering what kind of idiot friend of Catherine's would just stand out in the rain. I ignored him and instead kept my focus on Catherine. I still had no idea what I was going to say to her. But I was convinced that now that they had seen me, I was going to have to find some way of convincing her to leave the wealth, the security, and that big, fat diamond and take a chance on me.

As it turned out, I didn't have to. Alex was still looking at me, oblivious, but I watched her delicately remove the engagement ring, and set it on the table. A shy smile crept to her lips, and then she was walking through the restaurant, headed for the door.

Alex must have noticed my gaze moving across the restaurant, and turned to see Catherine walking away from him. He remained rooted to the floor as Catherine stepped out into the driving rain, running in her heels towards me. I held out my arms to her, and she leapt at me, enfolding my head in a hug as she pressed her lips to mine.

Everything in the universe ceased to exist at that moment. The rain, the cold, Alex, Kelly, none of them mattered. Only Catherine, her sweet smell filling my nostrils and her light body held up in my arms really mattered. We stood in the rain, getting soaked to the bone and just kept on kissing and kissing and kissing. I never wanted to let her lips go.

But eventually I had to let her down. "I love you, Catherine." 

She was beaming at me, smiling in spite of the weather. "I love you, too."

***

EPILOGUE: Alex found a new trophy wife, and I hear he's getting married next spring. Kelly and I still talk, and I think our friendship is stronger than our marriage would have ever been. Francine is still a great friend, and she joins Catherine and I from time to time, much to my personal delight. The raw seductress inside of her has been unleashed, and she's decided that playing around with three guys is far superior to settling into a commitment with just one. And Jimmy is the same old Jimmy. He can fuck his best friend and keep on going like nothing happened. Catherine and I decided to take things slow. We both were coming out of long-term relationships, and neither of us was eager to settle down just yet. I got an apartment not too far away from her family's home, and she's still the one I can come to and talk about my problems. Sometimes your girlfriend can still be your best friend.

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