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Story Time

By: InYo



We were drunk. I mean piss-ass drunk, not merely buzzed. When we stumbled home from the bar Lynn and I almost fell through the door of the apartment we shared with Billy. We laughed as we fell in a heap in the pitch-black living room, pulling at each other's clothes as we kissed. It was then we heard his voice from the couch.

"Like I didn't have enough trouble, now I have to watch you to make out" Billy said as he paused from nursing his beer alone to turn on the light. We stopped and joined him on the couch to listen to tonight's version of how it sucked to be him. He had almost bored me sober, so I hadn't noticed Lynn disappear until we heard her come back into the room. Both of us stared in silence at her. She was dressed in a wild combo of clothes: black suede knee-high high-heel boots, a black thong bikini bottom, and her leather jacket. The sound of her stiletto-footfalls on the floor drummed like my heart beat.

"So let me get this straight" she said with a smile, "your problem Billy is basically that you don't get laid enough." She straddled my legs and sat facing me as I sat on the couch, but she continued to look at Billy. Billy was so shocked he couldn't even answer. She smiled at him, "You masturbate don't you?" Both of us were uneasy with this line of questioning, but she kept pushing for an answer. Finally Billy admitted he did, but that it wasn't that much fun because be spent too much time picking up the magazine every time he got carried away and dropped it. Lynn laughed and licked her lips. "Well, why don't I read to you guys while you whack off?"

Billy and I looked at each other like "Wow," and she assured us it would be OK and reached over to grab the newest copy of Penthouse Letters. We both whipped out penises and began stroking. We watched as she thumbed through the copy until she found something she liked. We stroked as she told us a story about a man that catches his hairdresser wife screwing two guys in her store. I got hard quickest, but with Lynn straddling my knees it was easier for me. She kept reading, story after story, until she began to get distracted too.

It started small, just her rocking on my knees, but soon one of her hands began absently stroking her neck, eventually working it's way into the leather jacket to play with her breast. She had just finished a story about a woman who gets off over sucking men off through a glory hole when she complained of being warm. We laughed, but shut up when she unsnapped the jacket, allowing it to pop open and expose her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and her fingers went back to teasing them.

I reached up, grabbing her by the back of the neck, pulling her towards me we began kissing passionately. I didn't even notice when Billy reached out and began stroking her breasts, but Lynn did, moaning into my mouth. I laughed when I saw him kneading her, but didn't stop him. We separated long enough to shed her jacket, and then Billy and I each began sucking and nibbling on her breasts. I felt her take a hold of my cock, and heard Billy moan when she grabbed him with her spare hand. She pumped us slowly but firmly, and we sucked like men possessed. She began moaning louder, and I knew something was going to happen.

What I didn't expect was when she lowered her head into Billy's lap, swallowing his cock as much as she could. I was jealous at first, but quickly got over it. As she bobbed on his cock her hips raised up and she turned so that she lying across my lap. Her gorgeous ass wiggled as she sucked him, so I pulled down her thong and gave her a couple of firm slaps across her cheeks. She squealed, looked back, and then went back to sucking him as she wiggled her ass more. I complied by spanking her more firmly now, and began telling her what a little slut she was. Billy was holding the back of her neck now and pumping up to meet her mouth.

I slid out from under her and positioned her so she was kneeling on the couch. I got in behind her and slid my dick into her tight wet pussy. She groaned loudly, pushing back against me. Billy shifted so that he was kneeling in front of her, but Lynn's lips never left his shaft the whole time. The three of us got into a rhythm, so that Lynn was basically moving forward to suck Billy deeply, and then moving back to impale herself on me. The room was filled with grunting, and the smell of our bodies mixed together. I felt her begin to cum, her muscles milking me, and could hold no longer. 

I yelled I was cumming, and shot my load deep into her as she thrashed around in her own orgasm. Billy came quickly then, filling her mouth with his cream. She managed to swallow it all. We collapsed in heap and began laughing hysterically. We have already begun planning our next story time...

Story Time



"Ah, this feels sooo damn good," Elizabeth purred happily.

Elizabeth and her best friend, Dawn had spent the day lazily making love, and were now relaxing in the hot tub. Dawn had always been a prim-and-proper type, but today she had finally allowed herself to do something wild. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had always walked on the kinkier side of life. Her experiences had been varied and plentiful. Today's seduction of Dawn, however, topped the lists for most erotic.

"You took to eating women like you were born to it," Elizabeth laughed, caressing Dawn's thigh. 

Dawn sat across from Elizabeth with her legs around her friend's body. The two were very close due to the size of the tub, and their desires to touch. Both of them were totally nude, and neither of them seemed to mind it. After a long day of intimate behavior, there was no more modesty between them.

"How did you learn all that?" Dawn asked, kissing Elizabeth's toes.

"What? My love-making technique?" Elizabeth asked coyly.

Dawn laughed. "Yeah, well, sort of. I know how I learned how to fuck, but I never learned how to give myself pleasure. You, on the other hand, are just as good with a woman as you are with a man. How did you learn all that?"

Elizabeth pulled Dawn's petite body closer and began to tickle the outside of her labia. Dawn shuddered, her body still wanting more of beautiful Elizabeth's touch. She was amazed that in one day, she had become a nymphomaniac!

"My sweet, I learned to eat pussy the same way I learned to suck dick--practice, practice, practice." Elizabeth kissed Dawn's open lips, flicking her tongue to taste her juices on Dawn's petal-soft lips.

Dawn looked at her with deep blue eyes full of passion. "Tell me about it, please. You never have told me this story, and I always wondered what turned you into a bi-sexual."

"All right, dearie," Elizabeth did her best "grandma" voice, "Come in close, and I'll tell you all about it."

Dawn scooted her body until it was up against Elizabeth's. Their nipples rubbed and bobbed together on top of the water, sending delicious ripples up each woman's spine. Settling down, Dawn was ready to hear the story.

"About three years ago, I was dating this guy who was a real wimp. His name was Marc. Marc was good looking, wealthy, and really good in bed, but he just let everyone push him around. Anyway, he had this friend who was married to a bitch they called a freak. Marc told me alot of stories about her having orgies, and about her being, um, aggressive, but he really didn't prepare me for what it would be like to meet her.

"Anyway, Marc took me to New Orleans to meet them. We were supposed to stay two nights while the guys conducted some real estate business. He asked me on the plane if I was open to alternative lifestyles. Well, I had been an exotic dancer for five years by this time, so I had seen everything. Or, so I thought. "Her name was Fiona. She was a tall, big-boned woman with long jet-black hair, huge breasts, and wide hips. I don't know if she was Latino, Italian, or what, but she was very dark complicated and exotic looking. To see the way she dressed and carried herself, you would have thought she was the sexiest creature in the world. She was wearing a black leather bustier and a long flowing velvet skirt. I was intimidated by her from the very beginning."

Dawn laughed and flicked Elizabeth's nipple playfully. "You, intimidated? I don't believe it."

"Believe it, my dear," Elizabeth kissed Dawn again and plunged her fingers into Dawn's silky nether-region. Dawn gasped, her body stiffening at the shock. Then, she relaxed and returned the kiss and the caress.

"Be still, and I'll finish my story. You may enjoy it, if you'll listen and hold still." Elizabeth stroked Dawn's ever-hardening little clit. Dawn nodded and opened her legs slightly for better access. She was looking forward to the nasty story and the fingering.

"That first night, they had prepared a lavish dinner. Seafood, pasta, rolls, wine. Lots and lots of wine. I was used to drinking, but I don't think this was normal wine. Maybe she spiked it, I don't know. Anyway, after dinner, we went into the den. This was a gigantic room, with several couches, soft carpeting, lots of places to just kick back and enjoy life. Marc's friend put on some soft music, and they started asking us a bunch of questions."

"What kind of questions," Dawn asked, rubbing her ass against the softness of Elizabeth's pubic hair.

"Like, how long had Marc and I been together? How good was our relationship? Did we have sex alot? Did we like sex? Why or why not? I thought these people were the nosiest people in the world!" Elizabeth laughed and placed a butterfly kiss on Dawn's neck. "Boy, if I only knew then why they were asking. They wanted me. I just had no idea how badly they wanted me.

"Fiona called Marc over to sit with her, and Marc complied, quickly. I must have given him an odd look, because Marc's friend whispered to me that it was best for me to just keep quiet, or else I would displease Fiona. She ordered Marc to pull down his pants, which he obeyed at once. Then, she began sucking his dick! Marc's friend was sitting across from me, and I could see the bulge in his pants. I was shocked. I knew people loved to watch, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

"Then, Marc's cell phone rang. The business deal was falling through, and they needed both Marc and his friend to come to some meeting right now. I was so pissed off! Not only was he having sex with some bitch right in front of me, but now he was leaving me alone with her! What if I kicked her ass? Not that I'm the jellous type, especially with Marc. But, anyway, he told me to lighten up and enjoy the experience, then the two guys went out the door."

Dawn laid her head on Elizabeth's shoulder and began kneading one of her beautiful breasts. "So, what happened?" She asked. She was highly aroused by the thought of Elizabeth and this exotic beauty making love.

"At first, nothing. Fiona offered me some more of that wine. I was a little distracted and very horny. I guess that's what I told myself. Anyway, I sat back down on the couch and we had some light conversation. She sat down beside me, and all of a sudden, she kissed me! I was mortified. I pushed her away and said, 'I'm not into that!', and she slapped my face, hard!"

Dawn froze. This was the not what she was expecting to hear. How could anyone slap confident, strong Elizabeth? "What did you do then? Beat the shit out of her?"

"No. I just stared at her. Like I said, I was pretty drunk. I couldn't get my mind to clear up. Anyway, she told me to never again resist her, or I would be punished. I just nodded like a dumb-ass, and let her kiss me again. This time, she was kissing me hard, even nibbling my lips and tongue! It hurt for a second, but I was really turned on by all this! I could feel my panties getting moist. Then, she ordered me to strip. I guess didn't move fast enough, so she bodily stood me up and yanked off my clothes. She broke the zipper on my bluejeans, and ripped my blouse!"

Dawn wiggled. This story was tantalizing. So was the pleasure of Elizabeth's stroking her clit. "Oh, go on!" She said breathlessly.

"Fiona began kissing my entire body. She ordered me to stand completely still. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked it, hard. Then, she would move to the other one. Her hands wandered everywhere. She particularly liked my rear-end. She kept caressing my cheeks, squeezing them, digging in her fingernails, slapping it. Then, she ordered me to bend over and lean on the couch. I didn't move again, just to see what she would do. She grabbed my ass and smacked it hard enough to make me yelp. Then, I obeyed.

"She began licking my pussy and my butt-hole. I couldn't believe how good it felt! Her tongue was warm and soft, and she kept sticking it up my twat, and then licking and sucking my clit. She did this forever, it seemed, just until I was about to get off. Then, she would go up to my ass, and begin to lick my hole. That felt just as good as having my clit licked!

"It didn't take too much of this until I came. Oh, what an orgasm! I had never felt anything like it! I was screaming and thrashing my head around like a crazy-woman! I was actually grinding my hips harder against her mouth!"

"Mmmmmm," Dawn purred. She was feeling close to cumming herself. Absently, she put her left hand onto Elizabeth's labia and began stroking inside.

Elizabeth moaned slightly and kissed Dawn's neck again, then continued her story. "She ordered me to stay still, and I did. I was hoping that if I behaved, she would do that again! Well, the next thing I know, I felt her fingers coated with something cold and slimy running in and out of my butt-hole. She was lubeing me up.

"What I didn't know was that Marc and his friend had returned. I don't think they ever really left, I think it was all a clever ploy. They were probably watching the whole time. Anyway, I heard her order someone to 'Fuck her ass, hard'. I still to this day do not know who it was. All I know is that a cock slid in. It hurt at first, and I flinched. Fiona grabbed my face and said, 'Relax, baby, and just let it happen.' She had also taken off her clothes, and was now only wearing a black garter belt and black lace stockings. She held my upper body against her while the guy plowed my ass. Once he got it in, he started reaming me good. His balls were slapping against my swollen clit, and Fiona was fingering me again. Then, the guy came. He pulled out just before, and I could hear him breathing really heavy, and feel the hot load shoot off my ass-cheeks, all over my back, and run down my crack. 

"After he came, Fiona positioned herself on the couch so her crotch was in my face. She pushed my head down and ordered me to eat her. I just looked at it, not really wanting to put a pussy in my mouth. She was shaved, and I could see how wet she was. When I hesitated, she said, 'Now!' and someone slapped my ass with a belt. She held my shoulders so I couldn't turn around and see who spanked me. Then, she told me again to eat her. This time, I didn't hesitate."

Dawn felt her orgasm building. Elizabeth had taken her hand away and was massaging Dawn's girlish breasts. Dawn was frigging herself in and out, the first time in her life she had ever masturbated. She had lost herself in Elizabeth's story.

"The taste was not bad. It was tangy, but not fishy as I expected. I began to lick her slit, exactly where she showed me. She grabbed my neck and pushed my face deeper into her cunt. I licked her clit the most, because that's where she seemed to like it the most. I listened to the noises she made, and noticed that she really liked the way I traced a circle around her clit with my tongue. I also fingered her vagina while I licked her. Very soon, I felt her body begin to shudder, and I knew that I had made her cum. I licked up the fluid that poured out of her, almost as much as a man shoots. That seemed to make her cum harder. She was screaming my name and humping my face as hard as she could."

"Oh my God!" Dawn cried, then felt her orgasm hit her. She rubbed herself harder while her body convulsed against Elizabeth's. Elizabeth kissed her neck and held her tight, enjoying the feeling of Dawn's body in rapture.

Dawn opened her eyes and saw Elizabeth's beaming smile. "I thought you said you didn't know how to masturbate?" She teased.

"I guess you taught me something else, chick," Dawn said easily, then kissed Elizabeth deeply. "So, what happened after you got Fiona off? Did she punish you any more?"

"No. I was a good girl after that. She let me lay down on the couch with my head in her lap, and ordered Marc to fuck me. He did, while she played with my tits and fingered my twat. I came again, really hard, when Marc shot his hot load into me. . ." Elizabeth trailed off, "Damn it, this is all making me horny!" She pulled herself out of the hot tub and sat on the edge. "I'm gonna have to introduce you to some of my friends. I'll make some calls tonight. But first," She grabbed Dawn's neck and pulled her against her pussy, "Eat my pussy, or I'll spank you!"

Dawn laughed and hungrily obeyed. She couldn't wait to meet Elizabeth's friends if they were anything like Fiona.



Story Time



"Once upon a time," he said, "there was a girl who wanted to be fucked."

"What was her name?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. There's only one thing that matters in this story."

"That the girl wanted to be fucked?"

"She really, really wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked deep and hard and long, over and over and over."

"By you?"

He paused, the silence suggesting, Of course, who else? "That's understood," he said finally.

"How did she want to be fucked?" I asked, eager for his answer. The fingers poised at my vagina were twitching, rubbing together, slick with juice. My breathing quickened.

His deep, throaty chuckle sent chills and heat chasing each other all over my body; god, I loved his voice. "First," he said, "she wanted to be kissed for a long time, mouths open, tongues in each other's mouths, both of them getting hotter and hotter until he was fucking hard and she was begging him to fuck her."

I moaned quietly and closed my eyes, thinking of that moment, my hands on his chest, his ass, his thighs, sliding over smooth, tight muscles and bristly hair, thinking of the body that housed him, who he was. I thought of his hands on me, rough palms on smooth, sensitive skin, holding my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples. Could you ever get tired of touching, of exploring the contours and textures of that other person, of the frantic sexual tension and anticipation? I didn't think so; although it probably would depend some on who the other person was. Right now, I was grateful that he was my other person. "Then what?" I asked, nearly breathless.

"Then," he said, losing the detachment of the narrative, "I'll put my mouth over those tits and suck those big nipples for hours, one after the other, until they're so sensitive you scream. And I'll slide my fingers into that warm, wet pussy and rub my thumb over your clit until you come."

I groaned, louder this time, as the waiting fingers dived right into my slick, waiting cunt, and I started humping that hand like it was his hard dick in me.

"Yeah," he said, "like that. Your body writhing and twitching under me while I make you scream out your orgasm. I'll feel your cunt gripping my fingers and that'll make me so very fucking hard. And after you come the first time, I'll put my dick to your lips and fuck your mouth until I spew cum down your throat, and you'll swallow it. You want me to come in your mouth, don't you?"

"Yes," was all I could say.

"Damn straight." His breathing was faster now, too. I loved that I could turn him on so much. "And I'll kiss you deep and put my tongue in your mouth so we can share my cum. And I'll still be big and hard after that so I'll turn you over on your stomach and shove my big hard dick into your wet pussy so hard and so far you'll feel it in your throat."

"God, yes," I groaned, "oh god yes. Fuck me."

"Say it again," he demanded. "Keep saying it."

"Fuck me," I moaned; my climax was ready to claim me. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME." I screamed as I started to come hard, legs spread wide, cum drooling down the inside of my thigh.

"Oh, god," he groaned, "oh god, baby, oh yeah, come for me."

I kept screaming and he lost his control finally, groaning and grunting and panting like a runner pushing for the last few yards of a race.

"Oh god," I groaned out, the familiar sounds of him coming one of those things I loved most in my life. I could never hear him come enough times.

"Oh, fuck," he said, in the aftermath. "That was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing, a fucking amazing beautiful woman." I took a deep breath and then he said, "Look, I'm sorry but I've gotta go."

"Wait," I said quickly, still trying to catch my breath, "what happens next? What do they do next?"

"Baby," he said, "it doesn't matter. It's just a story." And he turned off his phone.

Yes, I thought as my heartbeat slowed, he's right. I thought of the days and the weeks that I'd had him as mine, and they'd been wonderful. He'd made me feel like the beautiful and sexy woman he said I was. Cell phone pressed to my ear, I willed him to call back. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again and knew, in the deepest part of my soul, that I wouldn't. He had become like the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs; all I had to look forward to now was death slowly reclaiming those places in me where he'd planted life. Yes, I thought, hearing my husband's key in the front door lock, he's right; it was all just a story. 



Story Time



Ok, here's a little tidbit from my past. Snuggle up to Daddy.

I was about 25 and working as an executive for a department store in downtown Philly. When you're a single, relatively good-looking heterosexual man who wears a suit every day in a business where the co-workers are about 90% women, most of them young and hot, well, life is good!

Except, I was kinda shy and I had a steady girlfriend who also worked there, so I was really reticent to fool around. And believe me, the more that these woman knew I had a steady chick, the more they came onto me. Oh, the opportunities I passed over. But, I was young, naive, and loyal, despite the fact that my GF, though gorgeous, was really pretty boring sexually. In fact, I think she only blew me twice in 4 years of dating.

Anyway, I started becoming friendly with this assistant buyer who was about 38 at the time. her name, ironically enough, was Beth. She was always very friendly, but not in the way most of the other women were. She never came onto me or flirted with me. In fact, she made it known she had a real steady boyfriend herself. She was just really cute and sweet, and for whatever reason, we started going to lunch together.

As you can probably guess, as these "Harry and Sally"-type friendships go, our lunches started to become more frequent, now two or three times a week, and the conversation started to become more personal. She would always subtly lead the conversations in the way that she wanted to, again, I was so shy (boy, have things changed!)

Beth started asking me why I still went out with Stephanie and why I was so loyal to her. She became more and more inquisitive and then more revealing about her own relationship with her guy, Richard. Seems Richard was having some issues that made her really start to have her doubts about him as a long-time 'keeper'. "Like what?", I asked, heading right into her lair.

Beth told me that Richard just was doing it for her in the bedroom, that he only wanted to have sex once a night, if that. She went on to tell me that she had a more advanced sex drive as she was becoming older, reaching her prime, and that she loved Richard, but wanted more. Beth described the way she would suck Richard off, how she just adored sucking cock, but Richard never seemed all that interested, he was a one-and-done, straight missionary-position-fucking guy, silly man. She had me hooked, had reeled me in, and she damn well knew it.

She started to ask how Stephanie was in bed, and I candidly told her that she wasn't very adventurous, that I wanted to learn and experiment more. Beth asked me if Stephanie gave good head, as she called it, a term at the time I barely recognized, so inexperienced was I. I blushed and told Beth about Stephanie's almost complete refusal to go down on me. Beth looked at me sympathetically and suggested that since we would both got along so well as friends, that perhaps we could help each other out in other ways. She mapped out a plan. She asked me to meet her for a drink at a bar we both knew on the upcoming Saturday night, and I agreed, breaking my regular Saturday night date with Steph, telling Steph I was going out with my friends, which I was, kinda.

I got to the bar first and saw Beth when she entered. Beth had always dressed very conservatively at work, the ultimate professional, hair up, minimal make-up, fashionable but not even the hint of sexy wardrobe attire. I'd never seen her dress in any other way. Until now.

She had on thick make-up that made her olive skin virtually sparkle and glow. Her hair cascaded sensually down one side of her face, languishing around her big brown eyes.

She had on a silky white blouse, and the best yet: a short, tight, black leather miniskirt with about 4-inch heels and black stockings, the lace barely visible as she sat down on the stool next to me, crossing her legs as her skirt rode up high on her thighs.

She threw back her hair and asked if I had ordered yet, and I could only shake my head in a feeble no. I felt like the bug about to be trapped by the spider, and loving every minute of it. What a way to go. "Good," she said. "Let's go, I have a surprise," and took me by the hand, every single man's head turning as we walked through the crowded bar. I saw a casual acquaintance as we passed him and he gave me the thumbs up and a smile, the universal male signal of "Way to go, dude!"

She led me to her car, and asked me to drive. I asked her "Where?", and she said, "You'll see," and gave me directions until I had a pretty good idea where we were going. We ended up in the parking lot of a local country club's golf course. I asked if she or her family was a member, assuming we were heading inside for some dinner. She shook her head no, and directed me to pull around to the corner of the lot.

I had played this course before, we were heading to the area between the fifth and sixth holes, which was separated from virtually the rest of the course, in a little wooded, hilly alcove. I turned off the car, and she reached over and gave me one of those rare kisses that you'll remember all of your life. The heat and passionate and blazing sexuality of this older woman, soon to be my sexual mentor and self-appointed professor of my domain, was a life-altering experience. What is that biblical passage, I think its Paul to the Corinthians, "When I became a man, I put away childish things?" Well, I was shedding my toy box for good tonight, kiddies.

She reached in the back seat and produced a blanket, a picnic basket, and a bottle of champagne. We walked out onto the course and we lay the blanket down on the bottom of an incline. 

I sat on the blanket and watched as she performed a slow strip tease for me, her dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight, never leaving mine. her body swayed gently, as if to a silent melody only she could hear. My own senses were hypnotized, paralyzed, focusing only on one thing. Beth. The rest of the world was suspended in time.

She stepped out of her leather and lace and silk and stood in front of me, as natural as the lovely Autumn night air consuming she and I, our own breathing almost echoing in the valley.

In the far distance, laughter could be heard from the clubhouse many yards away, and I thought, "If these people only knew I was about to score a hole in one, and hopefully multiple times."

She stopped her swaying and knelt in front of me, her one hand reaching down to my trousers, the other caressing her own swollen nipples on her rather small but tight breasts, and then lilting southward down her tight abdomen. It was as if she was seducing both of us at the same time, she was in complete and total command of me.

She rubbed and teased my legs slowly, consciously avoiding my bulge,which was now literally bursting at the seams of my crotch, almost painfully. (Remember, I was 25 and not getting laid much, I had cum stored up deep in the reservoir, baby, and big balls to prove it.)

She leaned over and reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a long red ribbon, and placed it between her teeth, biting it gently, sneering at me with a mock evil-woman grin. She lifted my ass from the blanket and swiftly yanked off my pants. Yep, I'd gone commando, I was busted.

Beth giggled softly, completely unabashed by my fashion faux pas. She reached down with her hands and began to tie the ribbon around my cock, tickling my balls with her fingertips.

"I had a feeling you were big," she cooed. "That thing looked like a cucumber in your pocket. I'd been staring at your package for months now, wondering when I was finally going to see it, to feel it." She paused. "To taste it."

How my semen did not launch like a missile right then and there is a mystery that would have Socrates and Plato scratching their chins. I only had one girl tell me I was big before, nt that I'd had a lot of woman at that point, and she was a petite little sorority girl that I just thought didn't know the difference. But, this WAS different, this compliment was coming from a mature, experienced woman of the world. I felt like Johnny Wad. From that moment on, I finally realized what a 'thing' I had indeed been blessed with, and it filled me with confidence to this day that sometimes, admittedly, probably borders on arrogance. (Beth had created a monster that lives on to this day, a legend in my own mind.)

Beth started to slowly stroke my twitching cock. Yes, it twitches like a hooked salmon when it is aroused, still does. Difference being, it's not trying to get loose, it's trying to get caught. Small gobs of precum were already streaming from my cockhead, I hadn't even discovered how to spell stamina at that point in my fledgling carnal career.

Beth knelt up, and delivered a sermon-like diatribe, gazing into the heavens, her manicured nails now rubbing my huge testicles. "A good blowjob.' she began, further captivating my attention with that fascinating introduction, "requires the use of ALL of a woman's many charms."

"Her hands." She tightened her grip on my shaft, stroking, stroking.

"Her eyes." She stared, cat-like, returning my own intense gaze.

"Her breath." She leaned and pursed her lips, blowing on my tip.

"Her lips". She ever so softly kissed my purple, swollen head.

:Her tongue". Licking.

"Her face." She rubbed my cock all over her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, her fluttering eyelids.

"Her hair." Ducking her head and running her dark brown, thick locks over me.

"Her breasts." Placing my cock on her chest and moving seductively.

"Her mouth." Maestro, bravo!! Magnifico!!

Her hot, warm, tight mouth wrapped around me with one sudden dip of her face. I had never experienced this before, ever, and I couldn't believe my cock had now disappeared from plain sight. Stephanie Who? I didn't care if her old man was a multi-millionaire, this was priceless. Beth for Queen!!! The red ribbon still encircling my dick was now expanding, stretching as she brought my cock to a stiffness and hardness that I didn't think possible. I felt like a below-the-waist two-by-four.

I surmise that based on that performance, you can guess it didn't take long for me to shoot a big, hot load of cum that seemed endless into her mouth. No one had ever swallowed me before either, and the cum oozed out of both sides of her lips and she scrambled orally after every last drop, like an X-rated Maxwell House Coffee commercial (I always thought they missed the boat on that marketing approach).

Beth and I fucked that night and then met about twice a week for the next two years or so. She was multi-orgasmic, almost from the second my cock entered her. She came once as I only kissed her nipples, one of the most explosive and surprising orgasms I have ever had the pleasure to induce. She taught me how to caress a woman's skin, how to kiss her neck and collarbone and the small of her back for minutes and minutes to bring ecstasy, how to sustain my own stamina, and how to make a woman scream with frenzied, unbridled bliss.

Best yet, she made me feel good and confident about myself as a lover, how to appreciate all of the mysteries of a woman, how to seduce and be seduced, when to be rough and dominant, and when to be gentle and submissive. She was a wise and noble and incredibly sensual mentor. I was an attentive and eager pupil. Her friend. Her student. Her lover.

Beth moved to New York to chase her retail career as a buyer in one of the big houses, as they call them in the industry. She was good at her job. She was unforgettable as a lover, a woman for the ages.

She married some big NYC hot-shot ad executive, had a kid, and I haven't seen her now in maybe twenty years. In my mind, I see her smile almost every day, and thank her. Many women unwittingly should thank her as well, because I strive to carry on the wonderful lessons of loving that she gave to me.

Everyone should have a "Beth" in their life when they are young and impressionable and horny. The world would be a better place. I volunteer my services, strictly a selfless and altruistic gesture on my part.

Don't you love a happy ending?



Story Time



When Amy asked me to join them, I said no. I couldn't believe she was actually asking me that. I had just met her and the guy who apparently to be her boyfriend about 20 minutes ago. I was visiting a friend in a small college town and didn't really know anyone. Then I started thinking about it. And she asked again. I decided that thinking was bad and just to go for it.

We got back to Brian's place and started by playing strip poker. I'm no good at poker and Amy said that she would keep up with me so that I wasn't naked by myself. We were both naked and Brian was still fully clothed in no time at all. He ran out to the kitchen to grab something to drink. I leaned over and started making out with Amy.. I figured, that's why I'm here, I might as well go for it!

When Brian came back and saw what was going on, the cards and his clothes were gone. He joined us on the bed and started kissing my neck and moved his hands on top of mine and over to Amy's chest. We kept going from there.. I actually found myself enjoying having Amy's big tits to play with and suck on. Soon Amy was fingering me and I was sucking on Brian. Then Brian grabbed a condom and Amy moved around to my side to play with my tits. Sometime while Brian was fucking me I reached over and started fingering Amy. It surprised even myself that I could touch a girl like that. Then Brian, still wet with my juices, grabbed Amy and fucked her from behind until she came. I cleaned Brian up and finished him with my mouth. Amy had started to finger me again while I was working on Brian.

They asked me if I was up for round two. I told them that we grabbed the last condom out of the box. They didn't have anymore and I wouldn't without a condom. Amy was dressed and out the door to get more before I could say otherwise. 

While Brian and me were sitting around chatting, naked, waiting for Amy to come back, I realized that I should really have shaved. I asked Brian if he would mind if I borrowed a razor. Instead he led me into the bathroom and had me stand with me legs a few feet apart and proceeded to shave my legs. I have always thought about it, but never had a guy do it - and I didn't even have to ask! 

The entire scene was turning me on and he had to hold my ass to keep me from squirming. And just when I thought it was over, he continued up to shave my pussy completely. My legs were so weak I thought I was going to fall over.

Just as we were finishing up, Amy got back. She felt my legs up to my wet pussy. She laughed and told Brian he did a good job. She got naked again and the three of us were sitting on Brian's bed when Brian asked me what I really wanted in the bedroom. No being shy, we were way past that.

And after some hesitation on my part and encouragement from Amy, I told them that I wanted to be tied up. They didn't think twice about it. Without having a chance to look back the two of them are discussing and finding the best way to tie me down and what to use.

As Amy held each of my arms and legs and Brian tied me down I couldn't believe what I was doing. I should be fighting this! My mind was going crazy and then.. I couldn't move. I no longer had a choice to fight. I was there and I was going to do this. 

After I was tied down, Amy sat next to me and started playing with my tits. She asked me why I faked an orgasm with Brian. I was terrified. I didn't think that either of them knew that. I don't make a big deal about me cumming because it just doesn't happen. But it feels good, and I am enjoying myself and I want to make sure that guys know that.. so I fake it. When I didn't respond with anything other than a stunned face, she twisted my nipple and told me to just relax, have fun, but no faking.

I agreed. Not that I had much choice, I was tied with one appendage to each corner of the bed. I pulled on the restraints as Amy continued to play with my nipples.. sometimes sucking them into her mouth. Brian had moved between my legs and started to lick, rub, suck, and finger me. Amy and Brian switched places.. I almost cried when they stopped touching me.

Amy resumed Brian's activities and Brian straddled my chest and I happily lifted my head to suck his hard cock. Brian came.. in my mouth, on my face, and in my hair. Amy moved away and came over and kissed me. Then she and Brian left the room, saying only to be quiet. I'm sure it was only a minute or two, but being tied, teased and left with no way to move made time stop. I could feel the sticky cum on my face. My nipples were hard and throbbing.. worst, my pussy was dripping and I could feel as the juices ran down my ass and tickled my skin. I tried bucking my hips and squirming around but they had spread me out pretty well and I couldn't move enough to help myself.

Finally they came back in. Amy took Brian in her mouth on the bed next to me until he was hard again. He put a condom on while she checked to make sure I was still wet. She giggled and told him that I was ready. I don't know why, but when they talked about me as if I couldn't hear, it really turned me on... 

Anyway.. as Brian was fucking me, very slowly at first, Amy was explaining to me that I was going to relax and enjoy as she kissed my neck. Slowly, Brian sped up and I started to moan and squeal as I got closer. Amy kept talking to me.. telling me to relax and enjoy. I tried to concentrate on her voice but it was too much. Although I am pretty sure that I didn't have a full blown, blackout orgasm, there was some sort of finish there.

Brian took Amy over the end of the bed. Her head was inches from my pussy as she squirmed and screamed as she came. My body was quivering as they untied me. Amy had gotten a warm wet washcloth to clean my pussy and face.

Brian climbed into bed with me and held me tight in his arms. Amy kissed us goodbye and got dressed and left. I think I was asleep before she turned off the light...



Story Time



Author's Note:

This is the first story I am submitting. I welcome your comments and feedback. 

I'd like to express my unending sincere thanks and appreciation to my favourite literotica writer, alana9, for her encouragement and amazing editing! 

 Story Time 

It was not an ideal situation. 

As a full-time student for many years, Kate was up to her eyeballs in debt and didn't have much income to sustain her. So, after much deliberation, she had decided to share an apartment with a couple. Nowhere near her first choice, but necessary. At least she really liked the couple. 

Kate had been best friends with Tina for over ten years. Now, they were both full-time grad students. Kate was working on her master's degree, and Tina was working on her PhD. Mike and Tina had been dating for over two years and they had recently moved in together; into a nice two bedroom apartment just off campus. 

To save them all some money, they offered to rent Kate one of the bedrooms. She was reluctant to move in with a couple but she loved Tina like a sister and she genuinely liked Mike. He was a really nice guy and had demonstrated that he really loved Tina. That was good enough for Kate. And of course, Kate's biggest motivation to move in with them was that she really needed a cheap place to live, so she agreed to rent their extra bedroom, and had moved in about three months before. So far it had worked out. They all got along and didn't seem to have any of the usual awkward roommate issues -- they shared the housework, respected each others space and belongings, didn't steal each others food. All was going well. 

The only complaint Kate did have (not that she would ever voice it out loud) was having to listen to Mike and Tina have sex several times a week. Kate was a light sleeper and she would frequently awaken to Tina's muffled screams or lie in bed listening to them. While she was genuinely happy for her friend, her issue was more of envy. Kate desperately needed to get fucked. It had been six long months since she broke up with Sean, and except for a mediocre and ultimately unsatisfying one-night-stand, she had been taking care of herself. 

Kate did have some nice fantasy fodder though: Mike's delicious best friend, James. 

James hung out at their apartment several time a week and most weekends. He was tall with broad well muscled shoulders and was very fit. With light brown skin, close cropped black hair, deep dark eyes and those full kissable lips, Kate thought he was breathtaking. She had found herself staring at him several times when he was hanging out at the apartment on a Friday or Saturday night, and whenever their eyes met, her heart would quicken and butterflies would flutter in her stomach, but she would always quickly look away. 

James and Mike had known each other since they were little kids and they joked around with the easy-going camaraderie of lifelong friends who were practically like brothers. Kate liked to see how comfortable they were with each other, and the fact that, even when they let loose, they were genuinely good guys. Sometimes the four of them would get into far-ranging, in-depth conversations about political or social issues. These sometimes got quite heated when they had been drinking, but were always entertaining and for the most part good-natured. Through these encounters, she found herself liking James more and more - beyond her initial attraction to him. 

Even though she fantasized about James, she never made a move, because he hadn't given any indication that he was attracted to her at all. And she could usually tell. Kate was attractive, twenty-seven with long blonde hair and a nice body. Men looked at her and came on to her regularly. She could usually tell within the first minute or so if a guy wanted her and she generally had her pick. But lately, although she'd had lots of offers, Kate just hadn't met anyone who really interested her, except James. Unfortunately, he didn't seem interested.

So James remained nothing but a regular feature in her fantasies and she continued to listen to Mike make Tina scream on a regular basis. Sigh. Such was her life. 

One Friday night, Mike and Tina had gone to a party that half the campus was going to. The place was abuzz about it for weeks. Kate had to stay in and study because she was trying to juggle a full course load, and a part-time job. The next few weeks were full of essay deadlines and exams, so she had to study whenever she could find some time. In fact, her insanely full work/school schedule and the lack of free time was probably contributing to her lack of dates as well the sexual dry spell. Well, that plus the fact that the only man she wanted right now didn't seem to want her.

On this particular Friday evening, she had been working on an essay and she decided to take a break and write a story. Kate loved erotic literature and was addicted to reading stories online. Occasionally she wrote her own stories as a creative outlet. She had never submitted any of them to any public website though. In fact, no one had ever read them. No one even knew she wrote them. It was her dirty little secret. 

Kate was writing a story about James. It was not the first, nor would it be the last. She was enjoying the creative process of setting up a fantasy scenario and seeing where it would take her. Every time she took a moment to think of her next sentence, she would twirl her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her. Between the subject matter and the nipple stimulation, she was starting to get quite wet. She intended to finish the story and then re-read it while masturbating. 

Suddenly she heard a loud knock at the apartment's main door. It startled her. She got up and strode across her room and down the short hallway to the front door. She looked through the peephole. Oh my god, it's James, she thought. What's he doing here?  She became frantic. She looked in the mirror beside the door. Oh god, you look like hell, she thought. 

She would never have allowed James to see her like this. She always made an extra effort to look her best when he was hanging out in the apartment. She quickly wiped the smudged mascara from under her eyes. She took her hair out of the pony tail, hastily threw the ponytail holder in the coat closet, shook out her hair and ran her fingers through it. Then she licked her lips, and tweaked her nipples one more time (to make the stand out more prominently), and opened the door. 

****

At the party, James had been anxiously waiting for Kate. As soon as Mike and Tina had arrived, James had asked where she was. Tina told him Kate had decided to stay home and study. James was sorely disappointed. Tina seemed perplexed by this, but James had told Mike that he had a thing for Kate ages ago. James couldn't stop staring the day Kate had moved into the apartment, but Mike had told him to 'keep it in his pants'. Mike had asked James not to do anything to mess up his relationship with Tina, including coming on to Tina's best friend. James had agreed, for the sake of his friend. So up to now, James had kept his promise and kept his distance. But he was seriously starting to rethink that. 

Uncharacteristically, James was despondent. It was a great party, but the only person he really wanted to see was Kate. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and so sexy, and he really liked hanging out with her. He looked forward to going over to Mike's place so much more now than he had in years past, because it meant he got to see Kate. He was genuinely glad that she had moved in with his best friend because it gave him a chance to get to know her a little. But he wanted to know her so much more. Realizing he was so disappointed that she hadn't come was a bit of a shock for him. He started to realize that he was beyond just checking her out and fantasizing about her sexually; he was starting to have stronger feelings for her. After his third beer, he decided he had to do something about it. Without telling anyone, he just left the party.

James went straight to the apartment. Throughout the entire walk there, he was confident. He knew what he was doing. But, after he got out of the elevator on their floor and began walking toward the apartment door, he started second guessing himself. Doubts swirled in his head. 

What if she doesn't want to see me? What if she really isn't into me? What if I piss her off? Mike will kill me if I come on to Tina's best friend and piss her off. Mike is finally happy. I don't want to do anything to ruin that. If I screw this up, it could be really awkward to hang out at the apartment with Mike.  

"Fuck it," he said out loud and was surprised when his voice reverberated off the hallway walls. 

I have a right to be happy too. And god, she is so hot, and beautiful, and sweet, and HOT. I can't stop thinking about her. I'm sure I've seen her check me out. I have to find out if there's any chance. I have to try, he thought to himself. He walked up to the apartment door and hesitated again. He couldn't hear any noise at all coming from inside. Maybe she's not here, he thought.

Fuck it, he thought again. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door -- harder than he had intended. 

There was silence for a long time. Then he swore he saw the peep hole go dark, like someone was looking through. But there was still no sound. Then he heard the deadbolt slide back and saw the doorknob begin to turn. Kate opened the door. A huge smile spread across James' face.

At first James was struck by how beautiful she looked. She wore very little makeup - just a little around her eyes. Her lips looked full and wet, and her cheeks seemed flushed. Her beautiful blond hair was cascading around her shoulders in waves. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly when she saw him. He couldn't help letting his eyes wander over her body. She was wearing a tight purple t-shirt that showed some midriff, and he could swear she wasn't wearing any bra. Her hard nipples were standing out prominently through the thin material of the t-shirt. She was also wearing black yoga pants that hugged her firm hips and thighs and flared out slightly below the knees. And she was barefoot. He'd always admired her feet when she was walking around barefoot in the apartment. She kept them well groomed and her toenails nicely painted. They were just one more of the many little details about her that made her so sexy.

He let his gaze travel back up her body again, lingering a little too long on her full round breasts with the hard nipples poking out at him and returned to her beautiful face. 

She was saying something. Pull yourself together, James, you need to respond. Shit. What did she say? Think! Oh yeah, she said Mike and Tina weren't here. 

***

With her heart beating loudly in her chest, Kate opened the door and saw HIM standing there. How surreal it seemed. She was just fantasizing and writing about him and out of the blue he shows up at her door! He looked amazing. His smile beamed. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle and he had a slight glow to his beautiful dark skin. 

"Hi James," she said and due to her nervousness she suddenly found herself talking really fast, "Mike and Tina aren't here right now. They left over two hours ago. They went to that big party on campus. It took Tina ages to get ready and Mike was getting impatient.....with......her...." 

She trailed off as she noticed how his gaze traveled over her body and a dark look of hunger entered his eyes, even though he still kept his beautiful, wide grin. She noticed how his gaze lingered on her breasts before it came back to meet her eyes. It made her cheeks feel hot, and when he looked into her eyes again, she felt a rush of electricity through her body that seemed to go straight to her nipples and groin. 

"I know they're not here. They're at the party. I was just there. Everyone's at the party. What I want to know is ... why aren't you at the party?"

OMG. He came here looking for me. Not Mike, me!?  She thought excitedly.

"Well, unfortunately I have to study," she said, and made an exaggerated sad face.

"Kate, it's Friday night! Friday nights are for letting lose. Come to the party. You can study tomorrow or Sunday," he insisted.

"But I have to work tomorrow and Sunday, and I have two essays to do and an exam within the next two weeks." Kate said matter-of-factly. His brow furrowed and his smiled faded. He looked like he didn't know what to say.

Internally, Kate started to panic. What are you saying? He's going to think you're telling him to go away. Invite him in! Invite him in, you moron! 

"Anyway, I was just taking a little break from studying," she said pulling the door wide open and standing aside with a big smile, "Do you want to come in for a beer?"

"Sure," he said as his broad grin returned. 

 Oh, he looks so hot, she thought as she watched him come in. She noticed the bulge in his jeans, and then checked out his ass as he walked past. Oh my god, I'm finally alone with James, she thought. 

A dozen scenarios flashed through her mind. He walked through the door, and she closed it and locked the deadbolt.

***

Kate led the way into the kitchen while James walked behind her. Damn, her ass is nice,  he thought. He could swear she was wearing a thong. There were no panty lines, and he thought he had caught a glimpse of the top of a black thong as her hips swayed while she walked. He imagined her with nothing on but the thong. Then he realized he was lost in staring again and should think of something to say.

"Sooooo... what are you working on?" he asked.

"Huh?" 

When she turned to look at him, she seemed startled, even flustered by the question. He wasn't quite sure in the dim hallway but she appeared to be blushing. Their eyes met and held for a moment too long. There was an awkward silence. He thought she looked almost...could it be embarrassed? 

"Writing essays or studying for your exam?" he clarified.

"Oh." She breathed out and sort of chuckled. "Writing." She said and smiled what seemed like a knowing smile. He wondered what she was thinking about. 

She turned again and led him into the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and bent over looking for beers. Damn! What an ass.  And there, for sure, was the top of a black thong. He saw it as she bent over into the fridge. He knew he was openly staring, but he couldn't help it. What the hell was he supposed to do? She was bending over right in front of him! He just couldn't pry his eyes away from this gorgeous sight. Suddenly, she looked back over her shoulder and looked at him. Damn! Did she catch me? She's smiling. Shit! She caught me.  He thought. 

"Sorry, I don't have any beer. Do you want a Smirnoff Ice or a Crantini?" she asked

"What are you having?" he asked in reply. 

"Smirnoff Ice," she said.

"Good, I'll have that too." He said. Oh, good recovery. Idiot! I'm sure she's not aware you were checking out her ass now! 

She grabbed two bottles and the bottle opener off the fridge which was held there by a magnet. She opened them and threw the caps at the garbage. One of the caps missed the garbage. She took a quick step, bent over and picked it up, and threw it at the garbage. Oh my god! I can't stop staring at that ass. Look away. Look away, he admonished himself. Look at anything else.  

When she straightened and turned around again, he was staring too intently at the floor. She passed him his bottle, smiling. He looked at her quickly then looked intently at the bottle and mumbled, "Thanks". 

They left the kitchen and out of habit, he turned toward the living room where they usually hung out, but she kept walking down the hallway toward her bedroom. 

"I don't usually hang out in there when they aren't home," she said gesturing toward the living room, "it just doesn't feel like my space." 

She's taking me to her bedroom!  He thought excitedly. A dozen fantasies ran through his head in a few seconds. He realized she was making conversation again and he should respond. 

"Oh?" he said. That was lame! 

"Yeah, well," she said, "it's just all full of their stuff. My space is really in my room." 

Yes!  As he followed her down the hallway, his eyes roamed over the back of her body. Of course, his gaze frequently returned to her gorgeous ass and the way her hips swayed when she walked. But he was also looking at the way her hair fell in waves down to her mid back, the little bit of skin visible on her lower back and hips between where her t-shirt ended and her yoga pants started, the way the pants hugged her hips and thighs before flaring out slightly below the knee. He imagined kissing the small of her back, of running his hands up her thighs.....  Snap out of it! 

As they walked into her room, he was surprised to realize that, despite all the time he had spent in that apartment, he'd never actually been in her room. It was a nice cozy space. The first things he noticed were the great smell and the music. The room smelled fantastic. He didn't know what it was, but the smell was warm, inviting, relaxing and invigorating at the same time. Downtempo electronica was playing from somewhere...it seemed to fill the room, like the smell. His eyes scanned the room and he noticed the little speakers on small shelves in the corners, and a subwoofer under the desk.  Cool she likes music enough to set up a good sound system, he thought.

The walls were painted a soft yellow. It was a long room with a loveseat and two full bookshelves on one side, and a matching armchair across from the loveseat. Beside the armchair was a desk with a task chair. A laptop was open on the desk. He noticed one of those scented oil burners that women seemed to like on top of a book shelf. That must be where the great smell was coming from. At the far end of the room, next to the desk was a double bed with a bedside table on the other side, against the far wall. On that far wall, there was a small window that was open to the darkness. A slight breeze ruffled the curtain. At the end of the room nearest where he stood was another door -- probably to a closet or something. There was a lot of art and framed photos on the walls, bookshelf and desk, and books piled on different surfaces (on top of the bookshelf and the desk) but overall the room didn't seem cluttered. . 

"Wow....nice room," he said while looking around. 

"Thanks," she said. He turned to her and realized that she had been watching him as he'd looked around the room. Their eyes met again and there was another long moment of awkward silence while they looked at each other. He gazed intently at her beautiful face. He just loved looking at her. He could look at her all day. She had a slight smile, but a serious look in her eyes. He couldn't read it. His heart was beating hard. His skin was tingling. He thought she was waiting for him to do something. He looked at her lips. She's invited you into her room. She's looking at you like that. Kiss her. Kiss her now, he told himself. But then he second guessed again. She really hadn't made any indication that she wanted him to kiss her. So instead, he took a drink from his bottle. She did too. He watched her lips around the bottle and couldn't help but imagine those beautiful lips around his own cock. Dammit. Focus. Say something, say something!  He yelled inside his own head, jerking himself back to reality. He tried desperately to think of something to talk about. 

"Wireless speakers?" he asked, nodding in the direction of one of the little speakers in the corner. 

"Yeah," she said. "I have a wireless adapter on my laptop. I was just downloading some music and updating my playlists when you arrived." 




Story Time



"Cool," he said. "Can I check out your iTunes library? I love music and I'm always curious to see what other people have."

"Um...well...sure. Ok," she said, sort of hesitantly. 

He wondered why she hesitated, but he thought this would be a good way to learn more about her. So he took a seat in the task chair at the desk. She curled up in the armchair beside him and watched his face while he looked at the computer screen. Every few seconds he looked up from the screen at her. He would much rather look at her, but he didn't want to openly stare and he was very curious about her library too.

A few clicks and he scanned the genres on her iTunes library. He was impressed. He looked up at her. 

"Wow, you have an eclectic mix of music here." 

"Yeah, pretty much everything but country," she smiled. 

"Me too," he said looking back at the monitor, "I'm not much into country. I see you have a lot of electronica, trip hop, acid jazz. Cool." He looked back at her again and went on with what he was seeing on her library, trying to make conversation. "Reggae, rock..." he said nodding, "and classical?" He added quizzically.

"Yeah, I often listen to classical when I'm studying. Either that or the Chillout playlist," she said. He smiled at that, looked back at the computer again, and clicked open the section of playlists. He clicked on the Chillout playlist and a slow deep electronic beat started. She smiled, recognizing it instantly.

"The Chillout list is really a mix of slower electronica, trip hop, some other stuff that I like to listen to when I'm studying or... well... chillin out." She smiled again. He smiled back at her and held her gaze for another moment, until she seemed to blush and look down.

He started scanning the names of the playlists. Clearly she named her playlists in ways that were meaningful for her. One particular list caught his attention.

"To...do...it...to..?" he said out loud. The name of the playlist didn't seem to make sense. Then it clicked. Wow. His eyes went wide. "Oh! To 'DO IT' to!" he exclaimed looking up at her excitedly. "Kate, is this your sex music?" He smiled at her wickedly. She blushed crimson on her whole face and even her chest. He knew he had hit upon it. He couldn't stop grinning at her and looked at her expectantly waiting for her to respond. 

"Yeah," she said, and looked away sheepishly.  Damn she is so cute, he thought.

"Do you listen to it a lot?" he asked.

"Not nearly enough," she said while rolling her eyes and then she gave him a sly knowing smile. 

He held her gaze and he knew that lust was burning in his eyes at that moment. He just couldn't disguise it. She blushed deeper red and looked away embarrassed. Keep her talking about this subject!  He yelled in his head.

"How did you come up with that name: 'to do it to'?" he asked. 

"Well it's a little more discreet on my ipod than 'fuck music'." She seemed surprised that she had even said that. Her eyes went wide, and she looked away again. The blush was creeping down her neck into her cleavage. He couldn't help but sneak another look. Looking back at her face, he smiled wickedly at her. 

Oh yeah. Keep her talking about this. Keep her talking, period!  

He took another drink from his bottle and decided to get a little bolder.

"What did you mean 'not nearly enough'?" he asked.

She looked back at him, her face glowing. She seemed to be considering her answer, and when she didn't answer right away, he quickly added,

"Do you listen to it while you masturbate?"

Kate looked momentarily shocked and wide eyed before her face softened a bit. He thought for a second that he had gone too far and he was in trouble for asking that, but then she seemed to calm a little and smiled at him. 

She took a deep breath. "No, not usually," she answered, and she looked down again, not wanting to meet his gaze. 

"Well when?" he asked. She looked up at him, her face crimson, and he looked at her expectantly with eyebrows raised, still grinning. 

She took another drink and another deep breath. She seemed to resolve herself to talk about this. "Well, I usually only use that playlist with a .... um.... partner...... but it changes."

"What changes? The list or the partner?" He prodded, smiling, expectantly awaiting her response.

She took another drink before answering. He did the same. "Both," she said finally. She shook her head. To clear it?  he wondered. To chastise herself for talking about this perhaps? Because she was getting bolder? Anyway, it's so cute! 

She smiled sheepishly and continued, "I mean, I change the playlist when I change partners.... umm.....I mean, after I break up with someone I usually change the list because then a lot of the music is associated with ...uhhhh..... with um.... you know.....being with him......and I don't want to have that association when I'm with someone new." She looked down at the bottle in her hand while she said that last part. 

He hung on her words with rapt attention.  Ask something else! 

"So is this a new playlist?" he asked.

"Yeah, mostly," Kate replied cryptically. He wondered what that meant, but she didn't offer more.  Keep her talking, James. Keep going. 

"Did you have someone in mind for this particular playlist?" he asked. 

She looked up at him, met his gaze and he swore he saw something there for a second. If it was possible, her face seemed to get even redder. But again she looked away so quickly, clearly very embarrassed. She didn't answer. 

"Well you've piqued my curiosity." James looked down and double clicked on the playlist. A deep slow sensual electronic beat started. When the music started, he looked at her, and their eyes met. She blushed and looked away again. He gazed at her intently until she looked up and returned his gaze. There was definite lust in her eyes this time, he was sure of it. She wants me he thought to himself excitedly. She swallowed, then she licked her lips. He watched intently as her tongue snaked out of her mouth and traveled over her full lips. Then she took another drink from her bottle. 

***

I can't believe he's sitting here in my room and I'm talking about sex and he's playing my sex music! God! Do something, Kate, do something. You've wanted this for so long. Why are you being so shy?!? 

She knew her face and chest were absolutely glowing bright red. She could feel that her face was radiating heat. Even though she wrote about it, she was not usually very comfortable talking about sex, especially with the guy she had been fantasizing about for months. Suddenly her mouth felt really dry (although another part of her was not so dry!). She licked her lips. She saw that he watched intently as she did so. Then when he met her gaze, he had that dark look of hunger in his eyes again. It made her shiver. 

He wants you, Kate. Look at the way he's looking at you. He came here to see you! Let him know you want him too. What are you waiting for? Stop being such an idiot!  She took another drink and finished her bottle, and put it down carefully on the desk, trying to steady her hand from shaking. He downed the rest of his bottle in two large gulps and placed the empty beside hers. 

While she watched him, he glanced back down at the computer, and then stared too intently at the screen. The look on his face seemed to change. First there was surprise, then that intensity and hunger again, and then a wicked wide grin spread across his face. What is he thinking?? 

***

James looked back at the computer and noticed that instead of looking at the iTunes window, he had inadvertently maximized the word document that had been minimized there in the bottom task tray. A page of text appeared in front of his eyes. Words leapt off the screen at him: his name, her name, "fuck me". What the hell is this? 

He read a few lines at the top of the screen. "James, I want you to fuck me," Kate breathed between moans. He looked up from between her legs, her juices covering his face, and climbed slowly up her body, licking her stomach, her nipples on the way. Holding himself over top of her with strong arms, he stared deep into her eyes and smiled. He held his cock poised just at the edge of her swollen sopping wet pussy. She whimpered and wrapped her arms and legs around him, forcing him into her. He thrust forward till he was completely buried within her. They both moaned loudly as he slid his hard cock into her hot wet tight hole for the first time....." 

James eyes went wide and his breath quickened as he read this. His pulse raced. He immediately got hard. Really hard. Oh my god...SHE WROTE THIS! Wow. She really wants me. And she is a dirty girl. Wow. Who knew? Oh, this is going to be so good.  A giant grin spread across his face. He looked up at Kate with a huge wicked smile and undeniable lust burning in his eyes.

"You wrote this," he said softly, his voice a little more hoarse than before. It was more a statement of awe than a question.

***

What the hell? What is he reading? OMG! The story!  Her eyes shot open wide in a look of horror as the realization clicked. 

"Oh my god, NO!" Kate jumped up quickly from her chair, and in one fluid motion, she slammed the laptop shut and scooped it up from the desk, and clutched it to her chest, wrapping her arms around it. She started to back away from James but the armchair she was sitting on hit the back of her calves. 

She was absolutely horrified. She started rambling, "This is so embarrassing. I can't believe you read that. I never meant for you to see that. I'm so sorry. This is so embarrassing. No one has ever seen these stories.....so embarrassing....can't believe it....I'm sorry..... I think you better go...." A constant stream of words came out of her mouth. She was incoherent. She didn't even know what she was saying.

***

What's going on? She's so upset! What did I do? What do I do now? 

James stood up as Kate jumped to her feet and grabbed the computer. He didn't know what to do. He stepped toward her but she tried to back away. The chair stopped her. He put his hands on her shoulders, tried to look into her face, and tried to talk to her. 

"Kate, it's okay," he said earnestly, but she wouldn't look at him and she was spewing an incomprehensible stream of gibberish. "Kate, it's really okay." 

She wouldn't listen to him. She wouldn't look at him. She wouldn't stop talking. She was bordering on hysterical. Did she say I better go? No way! Not now!  He didn't know what else to do, so on impulse, he did the only thing he could think of. He leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. At least that would make her stop talking for a minute. 

Out of her stream of gibberish he had noticed the phrase "these stories". He filed that away in the back of his mind for future reference.

***

Kate's eyes shot open wide with surprise. What the hell? His lips are on mine? Oh! His lips are on mine! He's kissing me! Kiss him back, you idiot! 

She closed her eyes and softened her lips and started kissing him back. Then she opened her lips a little and furtively stuck her tongue forward. It touched his tongue. Electricity! It shot through her entire body. Suddenly she was kissing him passionately. Their tongues danced, their mouths opened and closed in a sensual rhythm, their lips mashed against each other. Her pulse quickened. Both of their breathing became heavier, more like ragged panting.

She felt an intense heat against her chest. She became aware that it was the laptop she was still holding onto for dear life. James stopped kissing her, and looked down at the laptop, smiling. She chuckled, still embarrassed. He gently pulled it out of her arms and she let it go easily. He placed it gingerly on the desk, and turned back to her. He held her face gently in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. 

"Kate, you are so beautiful, and so sexy," James said staring into her eyes with all the emotion and longing he felt. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you. If I hadn't just read that, I wouldn't have known how you felt about me. So stop being embarrassed. Reading that was the best thing that could have ever happened." 

Her heart soared as she heard him say these words she never even dared to imagine he would say.

He pressed his lips to hers again, and there was no surprise, no hesitation. She threw herself into the kiss. It was pure passion. This time there was nothing in between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. Everything touched at once. Her chest was still hot from holding the laptop, but now it seemed that every part of her that touched him was on fire. She pressed more of her body into his. She felt his erection against her pelvis and pressed into it. It was hot. But that seemed nothing compared to the moisture and heat that was radiating from her pelvis. She could feel her pulse throbbing between her thighs. She ground her pelvis over his hard cock, sending shock waves of pleasure emanating through her, making everything tingle.

He groaned into her mouth. While still kissing her, his hands slid down her neck and shoulders, over her back until they touched the exposed skin where her t-shirt ended. He slid one hand up her bare back, under her t-shirt, and around her side till his hand came in contact with the side of her breast. She made a little space between them and he slid his hand over her breast and brushed lightly over her hard nipple. She moaned. He kissed the side of her face, her ear, her neck, while he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned. He started lifting her shirt. 

"Just a second," Kate said and darted the few steps over to the bedroom door. She threw it shut, and it slammed harder than she had intended. Chuckling, she darted back over to him. Then, looking at him like she wanted to devour him, Kate started pulling his shirt up over his head. He lifted his arms to assist. She threw the shirt on the chair she had been sitting on, and returned her attention to his strong muscled chest and shoulders. Then he started lifting her shirt again, so she held up her arms. He pulled the shirt up over her head quickly, and tossed it aside, revealing her large round breasts. 

As James gazed at her breasts, the look on his face was truly amazing -- full of lust and desire and pure enjoyment -- somewhere between a ravenous animal and a kid let lose in a candy shop. The way he looked at her made her feel so sexy. 

He dove right into her breasts, with no preamble, going straight for the right nipple. He sucked the entire nipple and areola into his mouth and gently tweaked her hard nipple with his teeth. 

Ohmygod. 

Kate drew in a sharp breath and moaned loudly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he cupped her left breast with his hand and squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while he very gently bit the right nipple in his mouth. The jolts of electricity shot from her nipples throughout her body. She could literally feel her groin swell and wetness pool there. 

"Ohhhh," She sighed as her knees nearly buckled. She held on to his strong shoulders for support. She was panting heavily. He was breathing deep rhythmic breaths. 

James moved over and sucked on her left nipple making Kate shudder. He chuckled lowly. Then he kissed his way back up to her lips and pulled her to him again, wrapping his arms around her bare back. They kissed again. 

Oh God he's a good kisser, Kate thought. 

Their mouths were made for each other, their kisses a sensuous dance. As she pressed her body against him again, her hard nipples pressed into his chest. James slid his hands down under the top of her yoga pants, tracing the thong with his fingers. He grabbed both her ass cheeks and pulled her pelvis against him. She ground hard into his erection causing him to moan. Then she pulled back a little so she could get her hand between them. She ran her hand over the length of his hard cock and he groaned into her mouth. She could feel how big and hard and hot it was through the thick fabric of his jeans.

She fumbled open the button on his jeans and started to pull the zipper down, while he pulled down her yoga pants and let them settle around her knees. He ran his hands over her firm bare ass, and again traced the thong, this time around to the front. The front of her thong was soaked, the top of her thighs slick. He slid his fingers under the thong and they slipped easily between her engorged lips and over her slippery clit. 

Her knees nearly buckled from the jolt of electricity that shot through her as his fingers slid over her clit and slowly inside her. They both moaned again. 

"Mmmm...You are so wet," he purred lowly in her ear, while he continued alternately kissing her neck, her ear, her face. 

"It's all for you," she whispered, kissing his face and neck. Her voice didn't seem to be working at the moment. A sound came out of his throat between a chuckle and a low growl. He returned to kissing her and plunged his tongue into her mouth, while he started sliding two fingers over her clit and into her wet hole in one fluid movement. "Ahhh," she gasped. Then he pulled them back out again, and returned with the same movement again and again. In response, she thrust her hips forward each time his fingers plunged inside her. Her moaning was becoming louder, and she was having a hard time getting his jeans open and continuing to stand. Her body was tingling and her legs felt like they were turning to liquid underneath her. 

Finally Kate pulled his jeans open, tried to shove them down a bit, and gave up when they got stuck around his thighs. She finally just reached past the waistband of his boxers to grasp his large hard cock. Oh such a beautiful cock.  It felt smooth and hard and hot in her hand. She would have time to examine it more closely later. Wrapping her fingers around it firmly, she started stroking, immediately causing a deep growl to emanate from his throat. She kept stroking him while he continued to slide his fingers over her clit and into her, back out over her clit and into her again and again. They were both panting, gasping for air in their excitement, making it difficult to keep kissing. She felt a building heat and shuddering contractions beginning deep within her. She knew she had to have him inside her soon. 

He stopped kissing her and looked in her eyes, while they both continued stroking each other. It was so hot, so intense, the look of lust and excitement and need for each other mirrored in each other's eyes. 

"Favourite position?" he asked. She bit her lip and actually tried to look away. He grabbed her face with his free hand and looked into her eyes. She was panting, her face was flushed, and her eyes were glassy and heavy lidded. He looked at her intently. "Come on, Kate" he said raising his eyebrows, "don't be embarrassed now. What's your favourite position?" 

She wouldn't usually do this the first time with a guy. She would usually prefer to do something more romantic where they could look into each others eyes while they came together. But she could feel an orgasm building quickly within her and her unbridled need for release overrode any other considerations in that moment. 

So she told the truth.

"Doggy style," she blurted out.

His eyes flashed wide open and he smiled wickedly. She smiled wickedly too and slid down her thong, stepping out of her yoga pants while talking a step back toward the bed. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, in his haste not caring that they were still around his knees and calves. His cock stood at attention, and she stroked it one more time before she turned around, climbed onto her knees on the bed, and leaned forward onto her hands. 




Story Time



He was sliding his hard cock inside her sopping wet pussy within seconds. It was such an incredible feeling. Finally. She had wanted this for so long. Her right hand flew up to her clit while she steadied herself on her left hand.

He grabbed her hips with both hands, and slid slowly inside her. As he buried himself entirely within her, they both moaned loudly. She arched her back, and looked back at him over her shoulder knowing she had a positively wild look in her eyes. She pushed back into him, trying to take more in. She felt so deliciously full. 

"Fuck me, James," she breathed. Keeping their eyes on each other, he pulled out and slid back in, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of finally being engulfed inside her hot wet pussy. Then he pulled out and pushed back in again. She felt him hit her cervix. She cried out.

"Ohhhh." She arched her whole back and neck, forcing her ass up more. 

He pulled out and pushed back in a little faster, a little harder, again and again, making her cry out loudly each time. She was rubbing her clit with wild abandon, as he continued to pump into her over and over. She could feel that liquid feeling in her legs again, incredible heat, and something explosive building within her, but she needed more to push her over the edge. 

"Harder James! .... Give it to me. .... Harder!" she cried out breathlessly between ragged pants.

He started pumping in and out of her with all the force he could muster. He was a little afraid he would hurt her as he felt his cock slam into her cervix over and over. 

But she called out, "Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me James, YESSSSS!!" He kept going as hard as he could. The room was filled with the sound of her moans, his panting and grunts, and their flesh slapping together. She could feel the intense heat of an explosion building and building. She knew she was so close. Her insides felt like they were on fire. She saw sparks behind her eyelids and started making a new sound more like a scream than a moan. 

"Yes, yes, yessss!" 

Her entire pelvic region started to contract and spasm. She continued rubbing her clit frantically as the explosions went off deep inside, one building on and igniting another, gaining in intensity. Finally the world seemed to black out for her and nothing existed except intense heat and pure explosive pleasure. She screamed out loud. James felt incredible pressure clamp down around his cock. Wave after wave of a vice-grip pressure grabbed at him. He couldn't hold out any longer and he finally exploded within her with a loud guttural moan of his own. Her spasms continued to suck the cum right out of him. 

She collapsed forward onto the bed, and he fell forward with her, still inside her. They were both breathless and drenched in sweat. He held himself up over her back with his arms. Her muscles were still spasming around him as they lay there panting, trying to catch their breath. He slipped out of her, and rolled onto his back beside her, also panting. He finally kicked his jeans and boxers off his calves and onto the floor. She was face down, collapsed on the bed. Her breathing was deep, but starting to slow. Her face was turned toward him, and she opened her eyes and chuckled as she heard his jeans hit the floor. 

She rolled onto her side so she was facing him, and he did the same. She reached her hand up to his face, and they kissed. This time it was a long, languid, satisfied kiss, different from the urgent, frantic ones earlier, but just as passionate. As their breathing slowed, they draped their arms and legs over each other and just gazed at each others faces. Finally she spoke.

"You've wanted me since the day I moved in here?" she asked.

"Yeah," he breathed, nodding. She smiled at that.

"Why didn't you ever tell me or do anything?" she asked.

"Well, for one, Mike told me to back off---"

"Damn him," she interrupted smiling. He smiled too.

"...and I didn't think you were interested in me. And I didn't want to come on to you, have you reject me, and then it would be awkward to ever come over here and hang out with my best friend."

"Oh," she said flatly. A more serious look came across her face as she thought about all the months that they had wasted, wanting each other and not knowing that they both felt the same way.

"How long have you been writing those stories and what made you write about me?" he asked her. 

Kate looked away from his eyes and actually blushed again. 

"Shit, Kate, would you stop being embarrassed about that? I mean, we're kinda past that now, aren't we?" he asked smiling.

She looked back into his eyes and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess you're right...um...it's just that I never told anyone I write that stuff and I never showed it to anyone. I read erotic stories online, but I've never shared my own writing with anyone..." she trailed off. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her expectantly, waiting. 

"You still haven't answered my questions," he said softly.

She hesitated again, and then she resolved to just open up and tell the truth. "Oh. Ok. I've been writing them for years." 

He raised his eyebrows again, waiting for more.

Then she added, "I write about my fantasies. I first masturbated while fantasizing about you immediately after I moved in here -- that very night in fact. I remember you and Mike were drinking in the living room and I could hear you laughing while I did it." She looked embarrassed again, but continued. "I started writing the first story about you that night and I think I finished it the next day." 

His eyes flashed wide and sparkled with delight and curiosity. 

"That night? You were in here...... Whoa." He smiled, and added, "Have you done that any other times when I've been here?"

"Lots," she said, blushing and looking away again. He grinned wide.

"What do you mean the first?" James asked, "How many stories are there?"

"About you? Five," she answered.

"Five?" He grinned wide again. "Can I read them?" he asked, and when her brow furrowed, he added, "Can I at least read the one I already saw?"

"They each have different...um...scenarios. They're my fantasies really. What you saw there was nearly the end of the story." She said.

"Nearly the end?"

"Well," she looked sheepish again, "I was actually writing it when you knocked on the door."

"Really? Wow. I have great timing!" James exclaimed with a grin. Kate smiled and giggled. 

James raised his eyebrows, "If you let me read the story, then I can act out your fantasy for you."

A wide wicked smile spread across Kate's face. 

Oh this could really be fun , she thought. Perhaps it is time for my stories to have an audience after all.

Thinking of the beginning of that story, she smiled. "If we're going to act out that one, why don't we go have a shower first? That's actually part of the story, anyway."

A huge grin spread across James' face and he pulled Kate close and started kissing her again.