6 comments/ 57118 views/ 14 favorites The Talent By: lgreenwood Jennifer and Derrick rode in the cab holding hands. She had been living in the city since graduating from college just over a year ago and, in that time, had not had much of a social life as she put her energy into writing for a regional magazine. On occasion she dated but most of those had been setups by well meaning friends. She had been in only two serious relationships, both back in college, but that seemed forever ago. "So, tell me. If you have a good job downtown, why do you live so far uptown?" she asked. "Actually, beyond uptown?" she added. Derrick smiled. "A good friend of mine owns rental properties up there. I have a huge apartment all to myself and the rent is dirt-cheap. But part of the deal is that on Saturdays I have to do some general upkeep on the building." Jennifer feigned horror. "I'm on a date with a building superintendent?" He laughed. "Part-time super," he corrected. "There's a regular maintenance guy that covers my friend's buildings during the week doing the major stuff but he has weekends off. That's where I come in, keeping the halls clean, replacing light bulbs, sweeping the steps, that kind of stuff. I get a great deal for doing maybe six hours of work a week." They lapsed back into the comfortable silence. Jennifer studied Derrick's face as he looked out the window at the passing nighttime skyline. She felt comfortable with him as if she had known him for a long time but there was an air of mystery surrounding him. He was a year older than her, lived up in Washington Heights, and worked as a graphic designer for a major ad agency. It's hard to believe I just met him this morning, she thought. ********** Jennifer was in line at the deli waiting for her morning bagel with cream cheese. When she pulled out her cash, change scattered on the floor. The man waiting in line behind her knelt down and helped her collect the nickels and quarters. "Thanks," she said as he reached out to place the money in her hands. At the moment his fingers touched her palm, Jennifer felt a small jolt of electricity run up her spine and, in her mind's eye, saw her having a romantic dinner with this stranger. How long this scene lasted she didn't know, but the image was burned into her mind. The man cleared his throat and Jennifer realized she was holding his fingers. "Sorry," she mumbled, letting go. "I seem to have spaced out for a moment." The stranger before her grinned shyly and said, "That's OK. That's happened to me from time to time." Jennifer studied the man for a moment. He was about her age, maybe five inches taller, attractive, with light brown hair and kind blue eyes. His face wore an easy smile. She held out her hand. "I'm Jennifer." "I'm Derrick," he replied, taking her hand in his. Again, when their hands touched, the image of them having dinner flashed in Jennifer's mind. Ask him out, her inner voice asked. I don't know him, her inner voice countered. Her internal debate was interrupted when Derrick let go of her hand and said, "Well, have a good day. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." He turned to leave. "Wait!" she almost shouted. "Would you like to have dinner with me? Tonight?" The shy smile returned to Derrick's face. "Sure, I would like that a lot," he replied. They arranged to meet at Angelo's on 43rd that night at 8PM. ********** When they arrived at Jennifer's building, Derrick paid the cabbie while Jennifer got out and climbed the half flight of stairs to the door, rummaging for her keys. She turned and waited as Derrick climbed the steps. He had a calm expression on his face as he took her hand in his. "I had a really great time tonight and I want to see you again," said Derrick quietly. "I believe there's a spark between us." Jennifer was taken aback as she was just thinking those exact words. Ask him in. Her inner voice was getting more insistent lately. "Do you want to come in?" she blurted out. "The evening doesn't need to end just yet. My roommate is staying at her boyfriend's tonight so we'd have the place to ourselves." Mortified, Jennifer realized what she was saying. Why did I say my roommate was gone? That's a stupid thing to say to a guy you hardly know. He could be some crazed axe murderer! A calm voice soothed her mind. You can see he doesn't have an axe - he's a very sweet guy. You'll invite him up, maybe have a drink and talk some more. No harm in that. Derrick studied her face carefully. "Are you sure? You look a little, uh, conflicted and I don't want to impose." Jennifer smiled. "I'm sure. But I must warn you, it's a fifth floor walk-up." Derrick laughed. "It wouldn't be New York if it wasn't." Jennifer led the way up. As they climbed the stairs, she thought she could feel his eyes on her ass. Smiling to herself, she added a little more hip sway to her walk. She looked down at him as she turned onto a landing and could see his ears were turning pink. She suppressed a laugh. "Come on, it's just one more flight." Derrick wished she lived higher up. After Jennifer showed him in and triple locked the door, she took his coat and gestured to the living room. "Have a seat, I'll be right back." Derrick sat on the couch and attempted to look relaxed. "I'll get some wine. I have a decent bottle of red," Jennifer called on her way to the kitchen. She returned carrying a bottle of wine, an opener, and two glasses. Derrick opened the bottle and poured. They spent the next half hour and the bottle of wine talking and learning more about each other. Eventually, there was long pause as they looked at each other. Then Derrick leaned closer. Their lips met, soft and warm. Again, Jennifer felt the spark and kissed back harder. A vision formed in her mind of Derrick unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his hand over her breast. She parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues played over each other's. She imagined Derrick sliding his hand up her skirt. Jennifer broke the kiss. Am I really this horny? To answer that question she closed her eyes and kissed him again. unsnapping his jeans reaching in pulling out his hard cock clear fluid on the tip leaning down his cock in her mouth her hand gripping stroking Jennifer broke the kiss again. Where did THAT come from? I've never done that before. She was aware of the heat spreading between her legs and felt flushed. "Is everything all right?" asked Derrick. "Yeah, I just needed to catch my breath." Slow down, girl. Just chill out and take it easy, she thought but then brought his face to hers, closed her eyes and kissed him. lying naked on her back her breathing heavy Derrick kissing down her stomach his mouth on her sex her back arching pleasure building licking sucking her pussy his tongue on her clit electrifying her body Jennifer broke the kiss suddenly, her eyes wide. It felt so real, but then, nobody has ever done that to me. How could I know what a tongue feels like on my pussy? Her mind was a jumble of confused thoughts and visions. Derrick leaned back, looking concerned. "Maybe I should go," he said. "It's been a great evening and I wouldn't want to spoil it by over staying my welcome. Besides, I have to be up early tomorrow." He started to stand up. "No, wait!" Jennifer grabbed his hand. "It's OK. You're not over staying your welcome. Please, sit down," pulling Derrick back to her side. As he sat down, she leaned back against the end of the couch. "Before we go any further, and there's no guarantee that we will, are you clean? Do you have any social diseases I should know about?" she asked. "Clean bill of health," he assured her. "You?" "Me, too. Come here then," she murmured, putting her hands on each side of his face. He kissed her, soft and tender at first, then harder, his tongue dancing in her mouth. She knew his lust was building, just like hers. She lightly sucked the tip of his tongue, her hands in his hair. His hand caressed her body, across her flat stomach and up her side toward her breast. eagerly sucking up down his shaft his sweet meat in her mouth running her tongue around the tip down to the base up the underside feeling his blood pulsing in the thick vein her hand caressing cleanly shaven balls gently squeezing her mouth moving up down his cock wanting him to explode in her mouth her head bobbing faster his body tensing waiting for him to come doubling her efforts until tongue sliding into her wet pussy licking inside her probing hands squeezing breasts fingers rubbing nipples little circles hands under her knees lifting legs up spreading apart her sex opening his tongue plunging mouth on clit tongue flicking waves of pleasure tongue moving rapidly circles swirling around around fingers rubbing nipples faster pussy swelling as she A moan escaped from her lips as she felt Derrick's hand squeezing her breast. Her pussy felt swollen and strained against her panties. He was kissing the soft skin of her neck, his head nuzzling her. Jennifer reached down and tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his waistband. She pulled his shirt off and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Derrick unbuttoned her blouse and undid the clasp at the front of her bra. He pushed the material aside and freed one of her soft mounds of flesh. She felt wetness growing between her legs as his thumb rubbed her nipple. His hand squeezed as he kissed down her neck, his mouth moving towards her exposed breast. Jennifer's ran her hand through his hair, guiding him until his lips brushed against her hard nipple. Derrick licked and sucked her nipple making it painfully hard. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back in pleasure. Derrick's hand slid up the inside of her thigh under her skirt, his fingers lightly caressing her skin. Jennifer opened her legs wider as his hand moved higher until his fingers lightly brushed across her panty-clad pussy. She gasped as his fingers grazed over her clit and she raised her hips to press her pussy against his hand. His hand moved like magic over her sex, making her crazed with lust. With great effort she lifted his head from her breast and pushed him back on the couch. She straddled Derrick's lap and gave him a deep kiss as he pushed her blouse and bra off her shoulders. Jennifer sat up bringing her breasts to his mouth. His hands played with her ass as he covered her breasts with licks and kisses. She sat down and felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her. She ran her hands down his chest to the top of his jeans and toyed with the top button. She moved off his lap and knelt between his legs, unbuttoning his jeans. He lifted his hips as she tugged them off. Jennifer could see his cock was straining to be set free. She ran her hand over the form in his underwear and traced its outline before hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband and pulling his underwear off. Derrick's cock stood at attention, its seven inches of white hardness rising from a neatly trimmed bed of dark brown pubic hair. She could see a drop of moisture glistening on the tip. And she could see his scrotum was shaved. It's just like I imagined! With her left hand she gripped his shaft and with her right hand she ran her fingers over his shorn sac. The skin felt smooth and soft, softer than any skin she had ever felt. She leaned in and kissed his scrotum, running her tongue over the silky skin. She kissed and licked her way up his shaft, and saw up close the clear fluid oozing out of the slit. Tentatively, she licked the tip tasting salty sweetness, her tongue spreading the clear fluid over the head, making it slippery. She heard Derrick gasp as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Emboldened, she wrapped her lips around the head and slid down on his shaft. She took him in as deeply as she could then slowly moved up and off, his cock shiny with her saliva. Jennifer licked down to his pubic hair, up the underside and could feel his pulse pounding. Her hand cupped his balls. She licked down his shaft to his scrotum and gently licked and sucked. Derrick moaned with his head back and his eyes closed. Jennifer continued kissing his balls while her hand methodically pumped his shaft. Derrick's breathing became harder as she pumped faster. She knew he was getting close. She licked up his shaft and took him in her mouth, again swirling her tongue around the tip. He moaned louder. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem sliding up and down his cock, gaining speed. "Oh, God! Jennifer! I'm going to come!" panted Derrick. Jennifer's head bobbed faster. She felt his body stiffen and the skin around his balls tighten. She moved her mouth up to the tip and clamped her lips around the head as he started to come, hot and pulsing. She licked and swallowed his cream as it continued to spurt until no more came out. At last she let his cock slide from her mouth, looked up at him and smiled. "That was fantastic!" Derrick whispered, out of breath. "It was? That was the first time I've ever given a blowjob." "Well, then," he replied. "You would make the all rookie team!" Jennifer giggled and blushed. Derrick pulled her face to his and gave her a long, deep kiss. He guided her on to couch and sat her back as he slid onto the floor. He unzipped her skirt and gently tugged it down and off. As he set the skirt aside, Jennifer looked down and saw that her panties had soaked through. I can't believe how wet I am! No one's ever turned me on this much! Derrick's hands interrupted her thoughts as they tugged her panties off. She settled back, watching as he moved between her legs, a look of awe on his face as he stared at her glistening pussy. Her nipples were erect in anticipation of what was to come. Derrick kissed his way up her thigh, his lips soft on her skin, moving closer to her swollen sex. She could see her outer lips were puffy and she felt his warm breath on her inner thigh. She parted her legs wider as he touched her pussy with his fingers. He spread her outer lips revealing her pink insides and gently inserted a finger into her. His finger slid out and she saw it was coated with her juices as he ran it up her pussy and circled her swollen clit. His touch was soft but firm and she gasped when his tongue entered her. He lapped up her sweet nectar, his face buried between her legs. Jennifer squeezed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples with her fingers. His tongue licked up to her clit moving in little circles, occasionally flicking across it. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. Jennifer moaned loudly. It's better than I imagined! Derrick's tongue moved faster finding a rhythm that suited her body. Her hips rocked as his mouth played her like a fine instrument. Jennifer felt her orgasm build quickly, growing like a large wave until it crashed over her, her hips bucking, her pussy grinding into his face. His licking slowed as she collapsed back onto the couch. "That's another first for me," sighed Jennifer, catching her breath. "I've always wanted that done to me but it never happened." Derrick sat on the floor and looked up at her, his face serious. "That's really sad. What's wrong with guys? I love going down on a woman as much as I love a woman going down on me." He paused and thought for a moment. "Are you are virgin?" he asked softly. Jennifer laughed. "God, no! I guess my boyfriends were never as enlightened as you. Of course, they wanted me to go down on them but I never wanted to - it never felt right to me. And, they never went down on me. I just thought guys didn't like to do that." "Well, since you're not a virgin you'll know what to do with this!" exclaimed Derrick, pulling her off the couch and onto his lap. Jennifer saw that his cock was hard again and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know where this will fit nicely," said Jennifer quietly. As they kissed, she moved her hips forward until her pussy pressed against his cock. She rocked her pelvis, running her pussy along his shaft, enjoying the sensation when the head pressed against her clit. She sat up, grabbed his cock and guided it into her wet hole. She slowly lowered herself onto him, her eyes closed, pausing occasionally to lift herself a little while her vagina stretched to accept him. After a few moments, Derrick's cock was buried in her. "Mmmmmmm," she purred, opening her eyes. "I don't want you to come in me, understand?" she said, looking him in the eyes. Derrick nodded. Jennifer started moving her hips up and down, feeling him inside her as he moved his hips in circular motion, matching her speed. Occasionally, she felt an intense sensation when his cock rubbed in a particular area. So that's where my G-spot is. As their bodies moved faster his cock hit her G-spot more frequently. Jennifer moaned and her breathing became harder. Derrick shifted his position and she moaned louder as he hit that magical spot again. She moved faster, her thoughts were in a blur as the intense pleasure built. Jennifer continued riding him until she felt his body stiffen and forced herself to stop, her head hanging down. Concerned, Derrick lifted her chin to look in her eyes. "Is something wrong?" "No, it's ... perfect." She couldn't express it any other way. After a moment, she asked, "You didn't come, did you?" He shook his head. "Great. Lie back," she commanded. He lay back as Jennifer dismounted, knelt beside him and leaned over his body. She licked up and down his cock tasting her juices. The taste of her sex on him made her even wetter. She covered his scrotum with licks and kisses and sucked on his balls. Derrick's hand moved between her legs and massaged her pussy. Jennifer responding by stroking his cock from the base to the tip, where her finger rubbed the opening. He moaned and pulled her hips toward his head. She swung her leg over his head as he shifted his body until his face was under her crotch. Derrick raised his head and ran his tongue along her pussy. Jennifer shuddered and settled her pussy on his mouth, then went to work sucking his cock. He licked and sucked her clit as her mouth moved up and down quickly. She felt his hands on her ass inch closer to her pussy until a finger was inside her. She paused at the tip of his cock and slowly took him in as deep as she could until his cock touched the back of her mouth. She saw she had several inches to go. No way I'm going to get all of that in my mouth. I'll need some practice. Jennifer pulled his cock out and ran her tongue around the head. She heard Derrick's muffled moan and felt him lick faster. She continued swirling her tongue until his moans became louder and his licking became more desperate. She plunged his throbbing cock into her mouth and moved up and down rapidly. She wanted him to come before she did. She gently squeezed his balls and his hips bucked, his tongue pressed hard on her clit. Jennifer moaned. She knew he was close but she was close, too. She pumped his cock in and out her mouth, moving faster, until she squeezed his balls again and tasted his cum as it filled her mouth, just before her own orgasm rocked her body. She rolled off and lay next to him as the sound of their heavy breathing filled room. She looked up at the ceiling, savoring the moment, feeling his body lightly touching hers. She basked in the warm afterglow of sex, closed her eyes and dozed off. She awoke when she felt Derrick get up and heard him pad down to the bathroom. She lay with her eyes closed listening to his movements. A few minutes later she heard him come back and kneel down beside her. His lips pressed against hers and she kissed him back. "Jennifer," he said softly. "I have to go. I really do need to get up early tomorrow." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You're not loving me and leaving me are you?" A smile played at the corners of her mouth. The Talent Scout With a special thank you to OneSilky for her editing help. Hope you enjoy it. Jb7 * Smitty thought he must have the best job in the world. He was the go-to guy for discovering fresh new faces for Hollywood. Not surprisingly, his biggest customers were the producers of adult films. He had 'studios' for making audition tapes in all the large college towns, from Bangor to Berkeley; from Olympia, in Washington, to Palm Beach in Florida; from Green Bay to Houston. There wasn't a state, including Alaska and Hawaii, where he didn't have at least one studio. Hell, he even had studios in Puerto Rico, and, his favorite oxymoron, the Virgin Isles. This week he was in Baltimore, or more properly, Towson. It was one of his favorite sites. An old southern city, it drew liberal minded students from all over the world to attend the more than 100 schools in the area, reaching north into southern PA, and to the south, beyond D.C. He had barely taken his jacket off upon arriving his first morning back in town when his cell phone rang. It wasn't a number he recognized, but the area code said it was from D.C. He hit the talk button. "Jack Smith, TalentSearch." "Mr Smith, I must ask you; is there any way, on your end, this conversation might be overheard, or that your telephone might be eavesdropped on?" "No, not that I'm aware of. Wh..." The feminine voice softened a bit. "I'll explain when I see you. Can you be free at noon for a lunch meeting?" "Yes, b..." "And, might it be possible for you to...conduct a private audition this afternoon?" "Private audition? What do you mean?" "I have seen some of your 'adult' auditions on the internet. I would like you to...audition me, but I wish to keep the video for my own purposes. Would that be possible? With just the two of us?" "I suppose, depending on what you want to include in your 'performance.' There are some...activities which are best caught using a live cameraman, instead of the robotic cameras I have here." "Hmm. I understand. Can your cameraman be trusted to be discreet?" "If he couldn't, he wouldn't be working for me. May I..." "Very well, Mr Smith. Please have him available this afternoon. I'll be there with lunch at twelve." Marie Isabella Gilbert (Mikki, to her friends) turned her cell phone off and went to her closet to choose her clothing for what she figured would be either a disaster, or the saving of her marriage. Four days ago, Conchita, her maid, had presented her with an earring the young woman had found in her mistress's bed. Mikki had recognized it immediately. Identical to a pair she frequently wore, she had had it made as a birthday present for her best friend, Jodi. Jodi, who had often teased her about wanting to join Mikki and her husband, Robert, in a threesome, had apparently decided to join Robert without her. It wasn't that Mikki was upset that Robert had taken another woman into his bed. His job with the government meant he traveled extensively, spending many long periods overseas, in areas where she couldn't accompany him. He had, in fact, left that morning for the Mid-East. Their understanding was that he was free to relieve his needs, when he traveled, however he could. Embassy staff, including the native personnel, usually comprised several willing young women. If not, his bodyguard contingent did. But this—this was in her house, in her bedroom, in her bed! She thought back. It had to have been last Friday, while she was at the opera, a form of entertainment Robert all but detested. He had been scheduled to go with her, but had called from his office saying something had come up and he had to work late, a common enough occurrence. She had called Jodi to see if she was free, but learned she had plans for the evening. So Mikki had gone alone. Well, she had a pretty good idea what had come up, and what Jodi's plans had been. Now, it was her turn to play. She thought she knew what she wanted, but whom to call? It took a few days to get the information, but she was satisfied she had the right person. She chose a matching bra and bikini panties. Lacy to the point of see through, and pastel pink, it was dramatically highlighted against her dusky latina skin. She selected a knee length, emerald green skirt, made up of several small pleats, so it seemed to ripple around her thighs when she walked. On top, she decided on a pale green, almost celery colored, pull over, with a deep V-neck, which revealed just a hint of the cleavage her C-cups created. She topped the outfit with a deep plum colored bolero jacket which hugged her ample curves without hiding any of them. Smitty watched as the Caddy limo turned into the small strip mall housing his studio. There were a half dozen storefronts besides his, topped by one storey of storage space and a third floor of apartments. His work area took up nearly three quarters of the sub-surface area. The Caddy made its way to park right in front of his reception area. He waited , leaning on the desk, sipping at a coffee. Through the window, he saw a pair of men, who looked like the Men in Black, get out of the car. One remained by the front fender as the other opened the passenger side rear door. A few seconds later, a tall, dark-haired, busty woman, wearing mirrored sun glasses, emerged from the back of the limo. The trio made their way to his door and entered. "Mr. Smith? Is there someplace we can talk privately?" the attractive Latina asked. Smitty nodded and, without a word, led her down a small hall, past a powder room, to his private area. Mikki set the paper bag she was carrying on the desk and sat down in one of the side chairs in the room. Holding up his coffee, he asked if she wanted some. When she shook her head no, Smitty sat down in the other chair, facing her. "Mrs?" "Not yet. I haven't totally convinced myself I want to do this. If I change my mind, it's better if you don't know." "Your nickel. What is it you think you might want to do?" "I have evidence my husband cheated on me. Not that that is unusual. He travels a lot, and certainly doesn't remain celibate on his trips, but that's work related. This time, he screwed a friend of mine, in my house, in my bed." Her voice started to break as her anger took hold. She paused for a deep breath. "I told him when we got married, I didn't care what he did when he traveled, but when he was home, his...cock was mine." "Why the hesitation just now?" "I'm not in the habit of swearing in front of strangers. But then, I thought, we probably won't be strangers for long." Smitty laughed. "Just what is it you want to do; want me to do?" "I told Bob, my husband, if I ever caught him screwing around, he shouldn't be surprised if I take a lover. I'm not looking for a lover, but I want to show him I'm as capable of sport fucking as he is." "Mmhmm. Is that all you want to do, get fucked on camera. You don't need me to do that." "No, I want it to look like you...not really seduced me, more like I needed to be convinced to do it, like some of your shyer auditions; and I want to do it all, mamadas...felacio, and get totally fucked, in all three holes." Her anger and determination were obvious, in her voice, and in her expression. Smitty raised his eyebrows. "Multiple partners?" "I hadn't thought about that. Who?" she asked, clearly intrigued "Rico, my cameraman, would certainly be willing to participate. Your... 'escorts?' Can they be trusted?" "They better be, or, they know, their next assignments will be cleaning the toilets at Gitmo or some other equatorial hell hole without air conditioning or indoor plumbing." "They are Special Service then?" He hesitated, waiting for an answer. When none but a shocked look was forthcoming, he asked, "You are Mikki Gilbert?" Mikki's astonishment was almost comical to see. "Your sister, Teresa, is one of my best customers, outside of the adult category. She called a bit after you did this morning to tell me she had given you my name; said that you wanted some help putting together a, what did she call it, a stag film. I haven't heard that term in years." "I couldn't very well tell her I wanted to star in it," Mikki laughed. "Teresa's fairly broad minded, but I'm afraid that would have shocked even her. "Will you do it, Mr. Smith?" "Smitty'll do, Mrs..." "It's Mikki, to my friends." She hesitated. "I can't ask Joe or Harry, but if you did, one or the other might join in, as long as he could be assured no one would know who it was. You, too; I want you to be anonymous, too. I don't want my husband to be able to identify anyone in the film." "No problem. How long can you stay today?" "My husband is traveling and I don't have any appointments until day after tomorrow, and it's for dinner." "Your escorts?" "Have to check in at five, if they're not able to be relieved at the usual time." "So, we've got at least four hours. Shall we go to the studio?" Mikki half recognized the set. She was sure she had seen it before, in some of the audition tapes she had learned Smitty had produced. The room was decorated fairly neutrally, so it didn't pull the viewers' attention from the main activity. There was a couch, an easy chair and a bed, all made up and ready for use. Smitty directed her to the couch while he went to set up the cameras and turn them on. She noticed a small console next to the easy chair. She sat down, half turned on the couch, facing the chair, knees together, hands in her lap. Nervous. Smitty sat in the chair. As he normally did, he started by getting some identifying information from his subject—first name, birth date, birthplace. He then began asking about her family, "What did your father do?" From there he asked her about her mother, her siblings, schooling, first date. "My first date? God, I haven't thought about him in years. He was a classmate, in my sixth grade class. For my twelfth birthday, he took me to a Sunday afternoon showing of The Little Mermaid. His mom drove us and picked us up. After the movie, we walked to an ice cream store and had sodas. I guess we talked about the movie, or school; I don't remember. I was hoping he didn't want a kiss. He was nice enough, but..." she shrugged. "So, when was your first, real kiss?" "Real kiss, like not a relative..." "Or kissing game." "You shouldn't exclude games. Some of those got pretty hot," she said with a grin. "Oh! Tell me." "The time I remember best, although it certainly wasn't the first, I was fifteen, almost sixteen. JamieLynn, one of my best friends, was having her sweet sixteen party. She had talked her parents into letting her invite seven girls and eight guys, and had let each of the girls pick the guy she wanted to come to the party. Most of us were dating steadily if not steady, so it wasn't really likely a guy would be nominated by two different girls. "We all had a good time, dancing and playing games. Then Jamie said it was time for the Crucible. Each girl was given a even number and the guys, odd ones. We were separated in two rooms so we couldn't figure out who had what number, and a guy was put into the closet. "He whispered an even number to Jamie, who whispered it to the waiting girls so the guys didn't hear. The girl who had that number went into the closet, and for the next two minutes, it was anything goes. "Then the girl told the guy what odd number she wanted. If it was his number, she had to choose another one. That's the way it went until everyone had been in the closet at least once. "I think I was the third or fourth girl; I know I wasn't the first, or the last. It was dark in the closet, so we couldn't see who the other person was. Didn't know unless one of us said something. He was tall, and god, could he kiss," she said with a small laugh. "I was wet almost as soon as his tongue hit mine. It didn't take him long to get his hand up under my blouse and bra while his other one pulled mine to his crotch." She giggled. "It wasn't the first time I had felt a guy's hard-on, but it sort of scared me that he was so fast. Mostly because of my nerves, I guess I squeezed his sack too hard. He kind of yelped and backed away. "I felt bad and reached out for him, and found out he had unzipped and was checking himself out in the dark. I left him there, with the door open so all the girls could see. We all laughed, then Jamie closed the door and the game went on. Later, i went steady with him for three or four months." "Did you ever get to sample his goods?" "Not really, just hand jobs, and he'd do the same for me. No screwing, no sucking." "What was your first?" "Screw?" Smitty nodded. "Not something I like to remember." There was a long pause. When Smitty didn't ask another question, she sighed and continued. "I had just turned eighteen. It was a Saturday night. My mother had gone to visit Teresa at the University." Mikki's voice was flat, with long pauses between sentences, as if trying to think what came next, like an imperfectly memorized poem. "My father had gone out with some friends. He had been laid off for four or five months, and hadn't been out in a long time. I thought him going out was a good idea. I had gone over to JamieLynn's to listen to some new CDs. "I got home a just few minutes before he did, and was walking up the stairs to our apartment when he caught up with me. He followed me up the stairs, and into the apartment. When he closed the door, he locked it then grabbed me. "'Pretty Marie, your momma's not here and I need some lovin'. Be a good daughter, now, and we will both enjoy this.'" That's what he said, groping at my breasts, trying to get my blouse open. "I knew what he wanted and, if he hadn't scared me, I might have obliged him, but he made it plain that I didn't have any choice. I struggled anyway, and got to the door, except, I couldn't get the lock open. He hit the back of my head so my forehead slammed into the door. "I was only partly aware of the rest of the night, but in the morning I knew he had raped me, more than once. There was one bloody spot in my bed, and two or three more spots where bloody cum had accumulated. "He was gone when I woke up, and didn't come back until Monday suppertime. Momma came home late Sunday and found me in my dirty bed. She asked me if it had been Poppa. I didn't need to answer her. " When he came home the next night, she hit him in the head with a frypan. When he woke up, he was tied to a kitchen chair and she was standing in front of him with a butcher knife, holding his cock. "She put the point of the knife at the base of his cock and told him if he ever touched one of his daughters again, and then I saw her press on the knife. I can still hear him scream his promise to leave us alone." "Did he?" "As far as I know. My sister and I, we didn't talk about it. He never bothered me again, but then I was only home for another year." "How was the next time? Better, I hope." "Better, not great. It took a while for great to happen. I married him, almost ten years ago." she said with a smile. "And since then, how's it been?" Her smile faded a bit. "It varies. Sometimes good, sometimes better. Once in a great while, very good. It's been a long time since great. Maybe that's why..." "Or maybe it's because both of you have stopped trying. That's the real reason behind the video, isn't it, to stir up his interest, to show him you are still capable of great?" Mikki smiled and shrugged. "I suppose. How do we start?" "Stand up." She did and watched as he moved to stand behind her. He had turned the video monitor so it was visible from where she stood. When he was behind her, his face was out of the picture, cut off. He turned her so she was in profile. His far arm came around to pull her into his body as his hand reached up to cover her breast, squeezing it slightly. His other hand dropped to grip her far hip, pulling her butt into his groin. She felt the beginning swell of his cock against her ass. Playfully, she shimmied her hips back and forth across the front of his pants. "Mmm, that feels interesting," she said, with an appreciative laugh. Smitty's hand, gripping her hip dropped down, resting between her thighs while the hand cupping her breast slid under her top to grip its prize more tightly. "Interesting, interested, whatever," he growled, "is just the beginning. I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming for more, then I'm going to call in the troops and we're going to fuck you one, two, and three at a time." Mikki felt her knees go weak. "Oh, shit!" she whispered, letting her breath out in an audible sigh. "Yes, now, hurry, please." "Stand here, and do a strip tease. Remember who you're stripping for. I'll be right back," he ordered. Mikki started to say no, but his lips stopped her. "From here on, you can ask us to slow down, to take it easy, or not be so rough, but, until we're done, you can't say no. So, if you've changed your mind, now is the time to say so; there's no turning back when I come back." "I just didn't want you to leave." "I have to call Rico in and enlist your escorts. Don't worry, in less than ten minutes, your world is going to change." "Promise?" she asked. In reply, he kissed her, his tongue deep enough to tickle her tonsils. "Think about that tongue in your cunt." She gasped and felt herself open even more as he left the room. Slowly, dancing to a tune in her head, she began to take off her clothes. She was just removing her skirt when an attractive, gray haired man, in his late fifties, came into the room. She was down to her underwear and stockings. He looked at her and smiled, went to a cabinet in the room and took out a large video camera. He made sure the tape was in place and the batteries were up to power, nodded to her and left the room again. Smitty walked back to the reception area. Joe and Harry, the agents, were there, flipping through magazines. "Hey, guys. Which one of you is Joe?" The taller of the two, by an inch or so, raised his hand. "Then you must be Harry, right?" Smitty asked, looking at the other agent who nodded. "Do either of you know why Mrs Gilbert is here today? Or what it is that I do?" Both agents shook their head no. "Let me ask you this. I get the impression that she can be a real bitch to work for. Am I right?" The two agents looked at each other, grinned, and nodded. "If you had the opportunity to pay her back without her knowing it was you, would you do it?" "Pay her back how?" Joe asked. He was the older of the two agents, and, senior in service, was technically in charge. "I produce adult films, as well as audition young women who want to get into films, for Hollywood's film producers. Mrs G. came here today to have me film her being gang-banged by four strangers. "I have a stable of guys I normally call on, but it struck me, if she's as much of a pill to work for as I thought, you guys might want in on the action. She said no limits, with the exception there can't be any physical trace. Spanking, maybe, but no biting or hickeys." "Jeez, Joe," whispered Harry, licking his lips. "I know we should step in and stop this, but if she's paying the guy... Besides, remember that tongue lashing she gave you in front of..." "Yeah," Joe answered, giving Harry a look that said, " Be quiet." He hesitated briefly. "I remember, and you're right, we should stop this, and we will, as soon as we learn what is really going on. I think we have to go undercover, to be sure it's what she really wants to happen." He turned to Smitty. "You said something about her not knowing it was us. How?" "I have a dressing and costume room in the basement, next to the studio. You guys go down there and strip and wait for your cue. The Talent After Helen, he'd honed his talent for reading women's sexual desires at parties and bars. And, after awhile, he learned that with a few women he could even discover their most intimate fantasy the first moment he touched them. And, he learned that not all women wanted to act on their fantasies. Also, while knowing women's carnal thoughts helped him immensely in bed, it did nothing to help his relationships with them. Occasionally, a woman would comment on how easy it was to make love to him, how she just knew what to do and how he knew what to do to turn her on, but he felt distant emotionally. He never told anyone, male or female, about his talent because a) who would believe him and b) he didn't want to chance pissing the women off. He climbed into bed, these thoughts churning in his head. And then he thought of Jennifer and his mind became calm. Jennifer's different. Jennifer's special. What happened tonight was unique. The connection was stronger. For the first time, he could feel what the woman was feeling. While they were kissing he felt Jennifer's nipples become erect and sensitive to the touch. He felt her become wet. He sensed how his cock felt in her hand as she stroked him. He knew how his tongue felt on her clit. Somehow, he had a very special connection with her. He drifted off. ********** Jennifer awoke the next morning to sun streaming through her bedroom window. She looked at the clock with one eye: 9AM. Thank God it's Saturday, she thought. I don't believe I'll be getting out of bed any time soon. She rolled over onto her back and studied the ceiling. The sheets teased her naked body, making her nipples perk up. I was so spent after last night I didn't have the energy to put on pajamas. Thinking of last night made her feel warm inside and her hand moved under the sheet between her legs. Her fingers stroked her pussy slowly as she reflected on the previous night's activities. The thought of Derrick's tongue made her squirm in pleasure. Her free hand moved to her breast as she slid one finger into her slit, wetting it. She closed her eyes and his hands on her breasts gently squeezing wet lips on her nipple tongue licking moving from breast to breast mouth sucking nipples hard fingers rubbing getting wetter wanting him wet kisses on her stomach moving lower hands caressing breasts kissing lower legs parting pussy longing touching kissing soft lips getting closer nose pressing her belly moving lower legs wide lips on wetness tongue parting plunging deep strong hands kneading breasts legs on shoulders licking up soft wet lips surrounding clit gentle licking pressing her fingers in his hair tongue circling lips sucking tongue flicking clit swelling orgasm building tongue dancing fingers pinching nipples licking sucking faster chest heaving hips raising body tensing dam bursting She cried out, her head back, the hand between her legs was soaked with her juices. Slowly, her muscles relaxed one by one and, feeling content, she dozed off. ********** When she awoke, she took a hot shower. However, before turning off the water, she eyed the handheld massaging showerhead for a long moment. No, I need to give my body a rest. She dressed in old comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Jennifer fixed a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and sat down with the morning paper. She scanned the paper for twenty minutes but nothing held her interest. Her eyes fell on the fruit bowl on the small table, specifically, the bananas. She picked up a large banana, peeled and examined it. It was about the thickness of Derrick's cock and maybe two inches longer. She put it in her mouth but instead of biting down, she slid it in as for as it would go. She slid it out and back in, working up a tempo. Her mouth watered and soon the banana was slick with her saliva. She worked the banana deep and held it there, pressed against the back of her mouth. Jennifer fought the urge to gag and breathed slowly through her nose. She resumed the in and out motion taking the banana a little deeper each time. Soon it touched the back of her throat. She pulled it out and estimated how much she took. About the same length as Derrick's. She resumed practicing on the banana, thinking of his cock and working it quickly until she heard the front door close. She quickly ate the banana feeling guilty as if she had been caught masturbating. Well, you WERE fellating a banana, she thought, stifling a laugh as her roommate, Carrie, entered the kitchen. "Hey, there. What are you up to?" Carrie asked, noticing the wide grin on Jennifer's face. "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary." Jennifer giggled. "That's not far off." I did swallow, she thought and burst out in a peal of uncontrollable laughter. Carrie eyed her suspiciously. "Spill it. What's up?" she demanded. Jennifer filled her in about meeting Derrick and the date they had. She left out the juicy details though, as she wanted those memories to remain private, just hers. Carrie suspected she wasn't getting the whole story and pressed her but Jennifer refused to say anything more. Instead, she changed the subject by asking how Carrie's evening went. Carrie turned serious and told her that John, her long time boyfriend, asked her to live with him. "I said 'Yes', of course. I love him," Carrie said simply, her eye moist with tears. "So, I'm moving out. Today. I'll pay the rent through the end of the month, but after that, I can find someone or you can find someone to help with the rent. I'm sorry it's so sudden." Jennifer thought it over and said finally, "That's great to hear. Tell you what - I'm making good money now so I don't need help paying the rent. I'll just live alone for the next six months or so. That way, if something unforeseen happens between you and John you'll have a place to go." Carrie hugged her tightly and the front buzzer rang. "That's John!" she cried and sprang to the front door. "He borrowed his friend's van." Jennifer spent the rest of the day in a melancholy mood helping John and Carrie haul Carrie's things down to the van. She was sorry her best friend was moving out but she was also happy she would have the place to herself and took comfort in the thought of all the things she wanted to do to Derrick and where to do them. After Carrie and John drove off with the last load, Jennifer sank onto the couch, feeling a little depressed. Her cell phone warbled. She took it from its charging base and looked at the display. Smiling, she answered, "Hey, there." "Hey, Rook," said Derrick. "I hope you had a good day. I was wondering if you were busy tonight." "No. My roommate moved out today, it was rather sudden. I'd like to see you but I'm not in much of a mood to go out." "Well, how about I come over and cook dinner?" offered Derrick. "I could be there in awhile. Around 6 OK?" Jennifer smiled. "That'd be great. But I don't have much in the way of supplies. Should I go out and get anything?" "No, I'll bring the mountain to you. See you soon," and he hung up. Jennifer leaped from the couch and started tidying up. She washed the dishes in the sink, picked up the living room, and then tackled her bedroom. She threw the dirty clothes in a basket and hid the basket in the closet. Finally, she appraised the bed with a critical eye. Deciding to err on the side of optimism, she tore off the sheets and made the bed with clean ones. Looking at her watch, she saw she still had another half hour before Derrick showed up. She swept through the apartment looking for anything she missed. Her last act of housekeeping was to change the bathroom towels. Jennifer settled in on the couch and tried to browse through a magazine but set it aside when she realized she was too giddy with anticipation to read. The couch she was sitting on reminded her of last night. She felt an itch deep inside her, an itch she knew Derrick could scratch. The blaring of the door buzzer interrupted her thoughts and she dashed to the door to let him in. Her crotch felt damp. A few minutes later Derrick appeared at the top of the stairs holding two bags of groceries. Jennifer took one and showed him in. On the way to the kitchen, she realized that she had been too preoccupied with how the apartment looked that she forgot about her own appearance. She hoped Derrick wouldn't mind. Derrick put the groceries down and turned to her. "You look great," he said, looking her up and down. She was barefoot, wearing an old pair of faded blue jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt with no bra and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Turn around," he said and Jennifer complied. Her tight jeans hugged her hips, showing off her firm ass. Derrick's cock stirred to life. He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Jennifer turned his face to hers and gave him a deep kiss, pulling his body closer. When the long kiss ended, he stepped back. "Food first, then other activities," he said. Jennifer laughed. While they were hugging, she had felt the bulge in his pants move. He quickly went to work preparing dinner and soon the kitchen was filled with rich smells. They chatted about their day while he cooked. Jennifer spent plenty of time admiring his ass and fighting off the urge to reach out and grab it. In what felt like no time the food was ready. She put on some music and set the table while he opened a bottle of wine. They sat down and ate, talking until they were stuffed. Afterwards, Derrick offered to clean up but Jennifer refused, sending him to the living room to put on some more music. When he returned, she was standing with her back to him, filling up the sink with soapy water as music drifted in, a slow jazzy piece. Jennifer swayed her hips to the music, unaware of him. Derrick stared at her perfect ass, yearning to touch it. She started washing when she felt Derrick's hands on her hips and his cheek pressed to hers. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" Derrick said in a low voice. His warm breath on her neck made her skin tingle. "Yes, when you first came in." "Well, I'll tell you again," he said, kissing the side of her neck. His hands moved up and found her breasts, caressing them. His thumbs rubbed her erect nipples - Jennifer nearly dropped the plate she was holding. Her pussy became wet and she turned her head to kiss him on the mouth, their tongues mingling. He pressed against her buttocks and slowly moved his hips. She felt his hard cock slide along the crack of her ass. She craved his cock, wanting to turn around, push him onto the table and rip off his jeans. Instead, she broke the kiss and leaned away from him. "I'll be done shortly. But if you keep distracting me, we'll never move on to 'other activities'." Derrick laughed, sat at the kitchen table and talked with her as she cleaned up. When the last dish was on the drying rack, she toweled off her hands and turned to him. He was watching her with a hungry look in his eye. She knew her tight jeans were driving him wild. Jennifer walked slowly over to him, her body swaying, his eyes following her hips as she crossed the kitchen and straddled his lap. She rubbed her breasts in his face, his lips clamped down on one nipple and his tongue teased it through her shirt. Jennifer closed her eyes as his hands moved under her shirt up her back. The sensation of his tongue on her rock hard nipples became too much to bear. She lifted his face and they kissed. She sucked on his tongue while gyrating on his lap, her pussy rubbing against his hard cock. His hands squeezed her breasts. Jennifer stood up. "Well, I've had a loving evening but as I was up late last night, I must go to bed early tonight," she said. "I'm sure you can show yourself out." She walked out of the kitchen, turning off the light. Confused, Derrick stared after her. He walked out into the now darkened living room. She had turned off the lights and was now in the hallway silhouetted by a streetlamp shining through the window at the far end of the hall. As she walked away, she pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. He heard her unzip her jeans and shimmy out of them. He walked down the hall and on the floor outside a door found her panties. Derrick entered the darkened bedroom and heard the bed sheets rustle. A light on the nightstand snapped on and he saw her lying on the bed, naked. "Pardon me, miss. I appeared to have lost my way. I was supposed to be showing myself out." "No," said Jennifer in a husky voice. "You're not lost. You're in exactly the right place." Sitting up, she reached out, grabbing him by his front pants pockets and pulling him over to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled his shirt up - Derrick took it off. Jennifer unsnapped his fly and tugged his jeans and underwear down to his knees. His cock sprang out, inches from her face. She ran her hands along its length and lovingly caressed his shaft and balls. Her tongue wet the tip of his shaft and she took him in her mouth. Her right hand wrapped under his sac and around the base of his cock, pushing his balls up. Jennifer pulled him in and out of her warm, wet mouth. With each stroke she took him a little deeper until Derrick felt the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. He moaned. His pubic hair tickled Jennifer's lips and his balls pressed against her chin. Her motions became faster as he watched her head move back and forth. He ran his hands through her hair, controlling the pace and depth of her movements. His hips began to tremble as his orgasm became inevitable. Jennifer's mouth slid up the tip of his cock and milked the head with her tongue until he came. She continued sucking until nothing was left and laid back on the bed. Derrick kicked off his jeans and dropped to his knees. He buried his face between her legs and eagerly licked her dripping pussy. His hands massaged her breasts and his fingers rubbed her nipples. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. A small cry escaped her hips. He repeated his actions. She cried out again. Each time he flicked her clit she cried louder. Her hands grabbed his hair and ground his face into her pussy, her hips pushing back to meet his tongue. She came loudly and her body shook until at last she was still. He sat up, wiped his chin and smiled at her. He reached for his jeans. "What are you doing?" she asked, thinking he was dressing. "Getting a condom," was his reply. "OK, hurry up." With the condom securely on, he stood beside the bed and, hooking his arms under her knees, pulled her to him until her hips were resting on the edge. He placed her feet on his shoulders and with his hand guided his cock into her velvety pussy. He slowly pressed into her and Jennifer felt every inch of him slide in until he was buried to the hilt. In this position, it felt deeper than ever before. His hips began moving and Jennifer focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in her. His cock rubbed against her special place and the pleasure was intense. She closed her eyes and gasped as his cock hit the spot again and again. Soon she felt another orgasm building but this one was different then her previous ones. This orgasm was much deeper, tied to the very core of her being. Derrick pumped faster and the pressure built so much Jennifer thought she would split and drown both of them in her juices. His hips moved faster and she was coming, the orgasm shaking her entire body. Derrick continued thrusting as her orgasm subsided but a second one was building behind it. She came again and was dimly aware that she was screaming. She heard Derrick shout and his hips stopped moving, his cock deep inside her and his body shook. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. After a few minutes, he got up to use the bathroom and when he returned he climbed into bed next to her. Jennifer pulled the sheet up as Derrick turned out the light. She fell asleep with her head on his chest. ********** She woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. When she returned she saw Derrick asleep on his back. She pulled the sheet down exposing his naked body. Jennifer sat next him and ran her hand down his chest, admiring his body. Her hand moved lower and played with his cock. She watched it grow and stroked him until he was hard. Derrick moaned in his sleep. She leaned over and lowered her mouth on his cock, taking long slow pulls. Derrick moaned louder. She maneuvered her body over his and gently lowered her pussy onto his mouth. She continued her slow sucking as she rubbed her pussy in his face. She could feel his nose sliding along her wet slit. Her hands caressed his sac and, before long, she felt his tongue on her clit. Derrick's hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he slowly ate her out. Jennifer sucked on his cock at a leisurely pace, her hands massaging his balls, his tempo matching hers. After about ten minutes, they came simultaneously. She finished and turned around to face him. "I hope you don't mind. I saw you lying there naked and I just couldn't help myself." "I don't mind. It was a beautiful dream I woke up to," he said, wrapping his arm around her. They slept like that until morning. ********** When Derrick awoke the next morning, he saw Jennifer asleep next to him, her face beautiful. He kissed her forehead and lay there, as happy as he'd ever been. Jennifer was special because not only could he see her deepest sexual desires, he could feel what she felt as he ate her out or fucked her. It was a first for him. It was as if he were a radio, finely tuned to her frequency. And he could sense that he made her happy. Jennifer stirred next him, opened her eyes and smiled. "Morning," she murmured. "Good morning to you," he said, rubbing her back. She got up on one elbow and kissed him. "Has anyone ever told you you're amazing in bed?" Derrick considered his answer carefully. "I've been told," he answered truthfully. "It's as if you read me perfectly. And I can read you, too. When I make love to you I know exactly what you want, like you're guiding me. And you know exactly what I want. It's like mind reading." She paused. "Are you reading my mind?" Derrick forced a laugh. "What do you think?" She thought it over for a moment. "When I'm kissing you I get these images in my mind of me doing things to you and a few minutes later I'm doing those exact things and you're loving it. Are you beaming me instructions?" she asked with a smile. "Uh, right, that's exactly what I'm doing," he said, hoping he sounded like he was kidding. He thought for a moment. "Would it be so bad if I was?" "No, I guess not," she said slowly. "It's like you said yesterday - these things are inside me. Deep down I really do want to do them." Jennifer had a dreamy look in her eye as she gazed into the distance. Presently, she turned to him. "I'll bet you've had lots of lovers," she said, looking him in the eye. "I've had a few," he replied untruthfully. Jennifer placed her hand on his chest. "Tell me about your wildest sexual encounter." Derrick thought this was a bad idea and considered making something up when he remembered a night when he picked up two girls at a bar. "I'll bet it was something to do with two girls you met at a bar," Jennifer said dreamily. "A redhead and a girl with short black hair." Derrick froze on the inside. It had been with a redhead and a black haired girl. "The redhead was named Michelle and the other was Lisa," she said. Jennifer looked at him and saw the fear on his face. "I'm right, aren't I?" she said excitedly. "These images popped into my brain and I could practically hear their names. What did you do with them?" Derrick was confused. He wasn't trying to broadcast now, and yet, she was somehow reading his memories. He desperately tried to think of something else but couldn't. His mind was locked on that night from over two years ago. The Talent She answered her own question, closing her eyes. "The redhead sat on your face while Lisa gave you a blowjob. I'm seeing it through your eyes and I can almost taste Michelle's pussy." Unable to stop himself, he recalled how she tasted. "Yes, I can taste her now. She has a tattoo of a blue star just above and to the left of her pussy. The other one is sucking your cock and I can feel it. God, it feels fantastic - the stud in her tongue feels amazing as she runs it over your cock! I feel your tongue on Michelle's hard clit, licking quickly. You suck her clit into your mouth and, Oh! She comes! Lisa's tongue is driving you wild and, Oh, God! You come in her mouth! "They trade places and Lisa sits on your face and rubs her pussy against your mouth. She tastes good, too but different. Her pussy is shaved and she has a stud in her labia. The redhead kisses her on the mouth while squeezing Lisa's breasts. Lisa guides Michelle's mouth down to her nipple as you eat her out. Michelle moves down to your cock and runs her tongue over your balls until you get hard again. She takes you in her mouth and her tongue flicks the tip of your cock. Lisa's hips move in little circles, her juices run down your chin. As you lick her pussy, the piercing rubs against her clit. Her hips move faster and she comes. "Michelle straddles your body and lowers herself onto your cock. Her pussy feels like a warm, velvet glove! She rides you as Lisa turns around on your face. She licks Michelle's breasts as you lick Lisa's pussy again. Your hands are on Lisa's ass and you slide two fingers into her pussy while you suck her clit. Your fingers are slippery; you slide one into her ass up to the first knuckle. Lisa bucks, crying out, pushing her ass back against your finger. Michelle's body bounces up and down, faster and faster. You continue fingering Lisa's tight ass until she comes again and rolls off you. "Michelle yells out she's coming! Her hips grind into yours and her body shudders. She falls onto the bed. Lisa dives between Michelle's legs, her mouth on her pussy. You get behind Lisa and lift her ass in the air. There's a tattoo of a sun on her lower back. You slide your cock into her pussy and start pumping as she furiously licks Michelle's clit. Michelle comes and you continue thrusting, driving Lisa's face into Michelle's crotch. I can feel your balls slapping against her thighs. Michelle comes again. Lisa comes and you pull out. Michelle sucks on your cock and you pump your hips quickly, your hands on her head. From behind, Lisa reaches between your legs and squeezes your balls. You explode in Michelle's mouth!" Jennifer opened her eyes wide and her body trembled. "Oh, my God! I just came!" she said, her voice shaky. "That was incredible! But, how is this possible? How can I relive your memories?" Derrick took a deep breath and, looking up at the ceiling, decided he should be totally honest with her. He told her what he knew about his talent and how it worked, and told her what happened the day they met. When he finished, the room was very still. Jennifer absently played at the sheets with her hands. Slowly, she sat up and asked, "But how did I see you with those two girls? How could I feel what you felt?" "Honestly, I don't know. There seems to be a special connection between us. The other night, on the couch, when we were kissing I could feel you getting wet. That is, I felt it from your point of view. That never happened to me before. And, the first time we touched, I felt a surge of - I don't know - electricity pass between us." "I felt it, too," Jennifer said. "When you put the change in my hand." Derrick nodded. "I don't know how to explain it but you affect me in a way no one else can. I can't explain how you pulled from me the memory of that night from two years ago, just like I can't explain why I have this talent." Silence filled the room. Derrick's inside were in a tight knot. He worried that he had blown it with this wonderful woman. "Are you mad at me or disappointed in me?" he asked, bracing for the answer. Jennifer's head hung down, her hair hiding her face. After a long minute, she looked up, her face bright with a smile. "Of course not," she said softly. "How can I be mad or jealous of what's happened in the past when it's brought you here to me, now. If anything had happened differently in either of our lives then we probably wouldn't have met." Derrick hugged her tightly. "All I know is you're special." She took his hand and stood up. "You're special, too. And, incredibly talented. Come on, let's shower." On the way to bathroom, memories of his sexual past flooded his mind. Derrick stopped and stared at Jennifer, his mouth open. "You did that?" he asked. She smiled, a look of mischief in her eyes. "Someday, if I ever meet Helen, I must thank her for this," she said, fingering his shaved sac. She let go of him and sauntered into the bathroom. Derrick was close behind.