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Summer of '96

By: roomfor1more



All through my life, I have always been told, how do you know unless you try? Until I began writing this story, I never thought about much about this say. However, this is an accurate description of our, Yvette's and Brad's sex life, and our sex life has always been exciting with a youthful willingness to explore our sexual boundaries. If you were to look at us now you would probably never guess that we have a healthy appetite for exploration. The experience I am about to retell involves a threesome that happened during the summer of '96. 

My wife, Yvette is eight years my junior. She is short around 5'1 with naturally curly shoulder length light auburn hair, green eyes and a curvaceous figure. Her breasts are 36B with a small nipple lie almost flat when not aroused but grows several time their size when aroused. While her skin is light similar to people of Irish, English, or Nordic descent. If you were to look at Yvette, your first guess would probably be mid-20 but the reality is she is closer to 40. She is almost eight years my junior and we met shortly after her graduating high school. 

In contrast to her simple features, Yvette's personality is quite complex. Probably the most interesting aspect of her personality is when you talk to her she comes across very progressive in her ideology but beyond her progressive mask her values regarding relationships are quite conservative. This comes about, I feel, because of her mother divorcing then remarrying in a short period when Yvette was young. For Yvette, I feel, this created a home with competing values. Also, I feel she was never was able to resolve the competing values and instead incorporated them into her overall personality. 

An area where this dichotomy of competing values shows up is in her way of relating to people. Yvette is an outgoing individual who is quite confident. She is a patient and understanding individual who demonstrates a lot of tolerance for differing opinions. In contrast, in her personal life, she will listen to differing opinions but believes there are certain rules, regardless of how illogical or out of date they maybe, that must be followed. The conflict between adherence to rules and being tolerant of differing in opinion comes through when it comes to sex. 

Yvette feels as though she must strictly adhere to society's concept of femininity, being a wife, and being in a heterosexual relationship. While, there is another side of Yvette, a side that wants to push the limits of sexual exploration and become a sexually empowered woman. An example of this conflict, between pushing sexual boundaries and adhering to rules, continues to play today as she tries to find a balance between the two of them. For example, when we met, she already had a bisexual experience with another woman and she even participated in a two female threesome where she was the other woman who did not interact with the male. Oddly enough, I was the first guy she was ever with even though when it came to men she was quite flirtatious and remained flirtatious even after being married. However as time went on, she began shedding the need to push the boundaries in favor of adhering to standards society define but there are still times when the desire to push the boundaries comes through in her behavior. These internal struggles and opposing views makes Yvette a dynamic individual. 

In comparison, I am quite taller than Yvette with darker hair, blue eyes, and my skin tone tends to be darker in complexion similar to Eastern European or Mediterranean in descent my experience included some two male threesomes, an open relationship, and being in a friend with benefit relationship before meeting Yvette. Unlike Yvette's experiences, I have only had straight experiences. Also unlike Yvette who has competing views on life, I have always kept an even keel being open-minded while maintaining a consistent liberal outlook. However, as I get older I find when it comes to financial issues I am becoming more conservative but I still maintain a very liberal outlook on social issues. For me, I believe this comes about from my education and having a more stable family life as I grew up. 

In our relationship, I tend to be the voice of reason while wanting to do more exploration that is sexual but not go into areas where I feel there is too much risk. Whereas, Yvette early in our relationship started out being sexually adventurous that resulted in us having a few two male threesomes. However, as the years passed she became more of the traditional American wife, developing issues with body image, not wanting sex as much, wanting a career, and preferring to spend time together instead of sex. Even with her becoming more traditional in her views, sex has always remained exciting and she still flirts with the idea of having another threesome. 

So how did we get to the point of having a few threesomes in our relationship? As I reflect on them, I feel they were, for us as a couple, a bridge between married life and putting aside our youthful wild side. As individuals, I feel for Yvette, it was a confirmation that she was desirable and being able to put aside her past. For me, it was a chance to have a few more threesomes and allow Yvette the ability to explore this side of her sexuality. 

At the time when most of our threesomes occurred we were like many couples just starting out, affording a mortgage was not possible so we chose to live in an apartment complex. The complex had several buildings, with a courtyard that had a pedestrian path, which led to a nearby park, and an outdoor community area. As a multi-unit housing complex, it nicely landscaped with large trees lining the border of the complex in order to give some privacy. Adding to its beauty it was located outside of the city that we work, which meant we had a long commute. However, its location and layout was perfect for helping us to unwind after work. Moreover, living in an apartment complex gave Yvette the opportunity for going on walks and in the summer occasionally lying out in the sun getting that perfect bronze tan. 

The warm weather, that year, started earlier than usual, in mid-April, typically it did not start getting warm until lat May or early June. The early start to the warm weather gave Yvette an early start on her outdoor activities. On one of her walks, she met Jim, an older individual about 10 years older than Yvette and took an immediate interest in her. If my memory serves me correctly, Jim lived in a different building in a basement apartment. Jim is average height, with average build though he had some muscle definition especially in the upper-arms and chest and has short brown hair. Appearance wise he was a smoker whose face aged faster and usually has a days worth of beard growth. His clothes shows a bit of age and his jeans appear to be baggy on him giving him a bit more rough appearance. Normally this type of man could not get Yvette's attention but there was something different about Jim. In contrast to Yvette and me, Jim was a bit cruder in his behavior than us. For Yvette, it provided a bit of a risk due to neighbors finding out, the attention from flirting is something she enjoyed, and made it a bit of an adventure for her.

Anyhow getting back to how Yvette's meeting Jim led to a memorable sexual adventure, as spring became warmer the time she spent taking walks became longer. After noticing this, one day casually I asked her what was the reason and she began to tell me about Jim flirting with her. Probing a bit deeper I asker her, "Would you like to fuck him?" 

To which she replied, " no." She said, "I enjoyed the attention and it makes me horny. But, nothing would come from it. I am a good girl and would not anything like that" After saying that she grabbed my wrist, without saying a word, she pulled my wrist towards her and then sliding it down her pants so that it touched her pussy. Normally her pussy does get moist when mildly aroused and it takes a bit of foreplay to get her really wet. This time it was so wet, when thinking about the experience, it reminds me of how wet she would get when should would talk about fucking other guys before she met me. She then smiled at me, blushing a bit, and said to me, "see." 

At this point, using my knowledge about our relationship, I knew this was a situation with potential but at the same time, it was fragile. This meant pushing the idea too much of her fucking Jim would destroy any possibility, regardless of how remote the possibility was but to increase the possibility, the idea needed nurturing. Nurturing meant, being supportive and encouraging it where possible while not appearing too eager. Also, this meant knowing when to ask about the flirting and when asking becomes too much. Essentially nurturing amounted to an art whereby instinct, listening, and it became vital by trying to put together the pieces of information to know how to proceed. For Yvette, it meant needing time to become comfortable with the idea and feeling secure with the idea before going through with it. Therefore, for the next few weeks, I kept quiet and letting her go about her daily walks.

About three weeks passed without me not saying anything. It was just after the Memorial Day weekend, at the end of May; Yvette started regularly tanning outside in the community area of the apartment wearing her size pink size 10 bikini with spaghetti straps that showed off her breasts. One day, I was outside on our deck grilling a 24 oz t-bone steak for me and grilling an 8 oz sirloin steak for Yvette. In the distance I could see Yvette lying face down on her beach towel but unlike the previous year, this time Yvette was tanning near Jim's basement apartment window with the tie on her bikini top undone. Seeing her lying like with her string undone and lying in a different area intrigued me. The change in her behavior indicated to me this was a time to push the idea of her fucking Jim a bit further but stopping the conversation at the moment I hit resistance. When she finally came in, I mentioned what I had noticed. Oddly, mentioning what I had observed did not surprise her, as I thought it would, and her reply was a bit unexpected. She tells me, "Jim was still flirting with me through his window and he teasingly said I looked like a good fuck. I did not make much out of it." 

Again, I ask, "Would you like to fuck Jim?" I was expecting that she would give me her typical reply. 

Instead, she said it, "It is tempting, quite tempting and I would love to feel another cock in me. But, I cannot go through with it. I mean it would be cheating and I could not deal with myself after it happened." She continued, "How would we do it? I mean, everyone in the complex knows I am married and seeing me with him would look bad." These statements told me that she was considering the idea at some level. However, the barrier seems to people finding out and she may have some issues about cheating. For me, to move it forward means supporting her is working and I need to give her some more time.

In order to help move it forward and attempting to address the relationship barrier I told her, "You know, it is not cheating if we agree to it, I am told beforehand, and provide you stick the boundaries we agree to then it is not cheating."

"When you get married, you are not supposed to have sex with other people," she said. 

"I understand what you are saying and I love you no matter what you decide. However, I can tell the idea tempts you and I find it arousing. Maybe, we can find a compromise?"

She did not respond to the last statement and that told me she had hit, what I call information overload. By not responding to the last statement, it told me time to end that part of the conversation. The attention Jim was paying her was wearing her down and by not making a fuss over it seem to provide her with some more reassurance. During the next few weeks, our conversations revolved if she should go through with fucking Jim what would it mean for her. One conversation I recall her saying, "When I was out I was really tempted to say to Jim fuck me now but I held back because I did not how you would feel."

"If you fucked him, I would not hold it against you because I know that is what you want and I would find it a turn on." 

She thought about it for a moment by not saying anything and she looked as though she was considering what I had made sense. "I know it would turn you on, me too but I could not go through with it. I wish that I could." With the more recent conversations, Yvette went from telling me it was not going to happened to wanting to go to his apartment to fuck him but at the last moment deciding not to act on her impulses. A few moments later, she says to me, "You know, the attention Jim is giving me is quite a turn on. I love you but I enjoy the attention and want to know what is like to fuck him. If you know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean and it is something you want. Loving you and being married to you is different from just sex. Why is it wrong if you want to have one fling?" What Yvette was saying it was not our marriage was the issue but she feels she needs to fit in the role of wife thereby not giving in to her urge to have sex with someone else. After a few weeks of talking about it and having a few incidents where she was preparing to go through with it only at the last moment changing her decision, she finally decides that will approach Jim about her idea. 

After approaching Jim about her idea, she talks about the conversation she had with him and if I remember correctly, the conversation went something like, 

"You know Jim, I find you physically attractive and I am curious about what it would be like to be with you once," she says.

"You are?"

"Yes, once. No one is to know about it and it is one time with no begging for more afterward." Then she went on, "One more thing, before anything happens I need to be sure my husband is alright with it and nothing happens until he gives me the green light."

"Okay, I can agree to it."

To which Yvette said, "In the mean time, if I hear this becoming a part of the gossip around here or you push me for a decision from my husband then all bets are off."

"Understood." 

However, after telling me about the conversation she admitted, "I am quite nervous and I want it to happen naturally. I do not want to plan it out and I want to create a situation where it can happen without a lot of discussion. The more I discuss it the less like I am to do it." So, we came up with a plan that she would start flirting with him but this time let the flirting go further by letting the flirting to become quite sexual. The twist this time she would suggest they go to Jim's apartment to see if he is man enough to go through with what he says or if he is all talk. 

"The two things that I ask. One, before anything I happens I want some notification so I do not worry if you do not come back right way. Second is I want you to tell me what happened."

"Do not worry, you will know when it is going to happen and I will tell you everything." 

After saying that, unless she changed her mind or Jim started talking about their plans to other people in the complex, I realized that it was going to happen. I can remember the day. It was early July just after July 4th and it was in the low 100s. The air conditioning was on, and it was one of those days if you exerted yourself outside you put yourself at risk. Before leaving she spent, allot of time preparing. 

Normally she does not shave her pussy but this time she did. Told me, laughingly, "If I did not shave down there he would be gagging on a hair and it would be embarrassing to dial 911 if he started coughing uncontrollably." 

As I saw her getting ready I asked, "Are you enjoying all of this preparation?"

"In some ways I am and I finding it arousing. In other ways I find it a pain and I am glad I do not need to do this all of the time."

Seeing her spending a lot of time getting ready for someone other than me made me feel conflicted. A part of me found it arousing whereby I become rock hard with my heart racing, breathing faster, my palms definitely sweaty and being unable to sit still. Also there was a part of me that was a bit uncomfortable worrying about her safety and what it would mean afterwards for us.

It was not much longer before she was ready. That day she wore left wearing her pink bikini, taking her beach towel, and sunscreen. She must have tied that bikini tighter then normal because the tracing of her erect nipples shows under her bikini top. To this day I remember her saying, "I am going out to lay in the sun and with any luck Jim will be doing his best to keep out of the sun." 

A few hours passed and I knew what it meant. My heart began racing, palms sweaty, and I began pacing. A part of me was very horny and I wanted to save it for when she cam back. Another part of me, was worrying like a mother with a lost child. I remained in this conflicted state for a few hours until I heard in the distant the sound of the car door closing in the parking lot and followed by a few seconds later of Yvette trying to quietly walk down the hall as she approached the apartment. Once I heard that all worry subsided and I started to become excited to hear what happened. When she finally came through the door, I sitting in a chair with the lights off and the television on , I remember Yvette's asking very quietly, "Are you up?" before trying to sneak into the bedroom. 

Responding to that question, I tell her, "Where you actually expecting that I would be asleep while you were out fucking Jim?" 

Yvette's tone in her reply tells me that she is joking when she said, "no." 

The next thing I remember is her standing there. The light in the apartment accented her 36B breasts to the point where they appeared perkier than usual. To this day, I do not remember her breasts being perkier than normal that night. Finally, I remember the light showing a few love marks on her neck and her face flushed from embarrassment. I suspect her embarrassment was due to the fact I was still up hearing her get in and I believe she wanted to crawl into bed thereby me not seeing the marks on her neck nor smelling a musky fishy smell that I sometimes associate with sex. 

Since I was up, she decided she would tell me about what happen. "After leaving the apartment, I wanted to be as causal as possible in order not to attract attention and I lay outside. A few minutes later Jim comes over and begins flirting."

"So was he surprised that you were more flirtatious than usual?" I asked.

"Wait, I am getting to it," she said. 

"He begins by telling me how hot I look and that gets me horny. Then he says he would love to fuck both my pussy and ass. It becomes too much for and I told him that he would not last no more than one time." 

"Did that get him interested or did he loose interest?"

"Yes, he became quite interested and I could see he got hard. He did not want to become a part of the gossip grapevine of the apartment complex. Therefore, he told her that decided to take her to a nearby hotel and arranged for a cab to pick us up."

"Was it a nice hotel?" I asked.

"No, cheap bastard" she said. She continued by describing the hotel as, " One of those cheap hotels that you get for $29.99 a night that comes with a bed that looks as though someone died in which takes up most of the room, an old television that barely gets in 3 channels, and carpet from the 60s." I could tell by her description she was not happy about his choice and it reassured me that this was a one-time thing. 

Yvette went to some length talking about during the first hour they were both nervous, how they just talked while sitting on the edge of the bed and having a glass of wine. She went on talking about how he lacked confidence and beginning to doubt if this was a good idea. She tells me, " I contemplated if this was a good idea since both of us were nervous. However, every time I began thinking about ending the evening, I would starting thinking about him fucking me and how badly I wanted his cock inside of me" She continued, "As I thought about what it would feel like if he fucked me it made me horny, which was enough to keep my interest." 


Summer of '96



Then she paused, appearing not sure if she should say this, "Since I was horny, I decided to push him to the bed in order to control the situation. I undid his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear to reveal his erect cock."

She continued talking about the look of surprise on his face because she was taking control and feeling if what she was doing was right. Yvette continued the conversation by telling me, "He looked at me with some disbelief. I do not know if he was not expecting me to take control because he expected that I was as nervous as him or was glad that I took control."

"Did seeing his erect cock turn you on?" 

"Yes a lot," she said. She continued by telling me, "His, cock, was about 7" long, hard, hot to the touch, and already dripping with pre-cum. It was really not that thick, relatively thin." Before continuing, she paused because she was not sure if I was comfortable hearing the details and seeing that I was not bothered she continued. Yvette then tells me, " At that moment, I knew I wanted to feel that cock slide in me. However, with his cock already that hard I knew he would not last so I sucked him, playing with his balls and stroking his anus until he came."

"Did he cum in your mouth?" I asked

"No, I could tell by watching his eyes that he was ready to cum and right before he came I pulled his cock out of my mouth so that he could cum on my chest." Pausing for a moment she continued by saying, "Right after I pulled his cock out of my mouth shot is load, about three streams, onto my chest. He told me that was incredible and that I was quite skilled. I told him I had a lot of practice." 

Seeing I was interested and I had not fallen asleep yet Yvette went on by saying, "Now I had a taste of him and wanted more. In order to get hard again, I decided to undress in front of him by removing my bikini, I climbed on top of him, and got into the 69 position with my wet hot pussy facing him." 

Looking at her I could tell she was getting uncomfortable, "You do not have to continue, if you do not want to" 

"I am thinking about the scene and trying to decide how to you, silly boy." she said. "His body began quivering a bit after I crawled on top of him and moved my pussy in front of his face. Once on top of him, he began licking my clit and fingering my pussy." 

I then asked her with my voice breaking and sounding strained from being aroused, "Did you enjoy him doing that to you?"

"He could not stop telling me how sweet my juices taste. That statement got me horny and I leaned forward sucking his limp cock in order to get him hard." 

"Did he like you sucking his limp cock," I asked.

"As I sucked him I could feel his cock growing larger in my wet mouth. Once he was fully erect, I climbed down and lying down next to him."

"Then what?" 

"From there, he began caressing my breasts, his touch was lacking confidence until I guided his hand to show him how I liked them being touched." 

"Did that shatter his confidence, when you showed him?" 

"No, I showed him how to get my nipples erect. Once he gained his confidence in how to please me, it really got me wet and I could feel I was getting even wetter with the moment."

"So you were enjoying it? Was there a moment where you had doubts about what you were doing?"

"No, I was beginning to crave him entering me."

"So did it take long before he entered you?"

"No, he slowly entered me and, I could hear a sloshing sound from being so wet. When he entered me I was savoring every moment. It was not his technique was good, it kinda sucked. Instead, it was doing some taboo that made the experience erotic for me."  

"What about him?"

"I could see in his eyes that he was enjoying it, allot. His body was flushed and dripping with sweat. Once he was in me and on top of me, I could tell he would not last long. It did not matter because it felt so good." The thought of him in her along with the thought of her enjoying the experience and him enjoying himself too began to increase my heart rate. I also notice my breathing getting faster, my palms becoming sweaty and my not being able to focus on anything, except the vision of the two of them fucking.

"So he was enjoying himself more than you?"

"Yes, once he got into his rhythm of fucking me I could feel him slide in and out, the feeling sent excitement throughout my body leading to a fully body orgasm. My body quivered relentlessly for a good minute before feeling as though I had enough. "

"Did he come?"

"Yes he did. Right after I came, his eyes got big, his breathing got a lot faster, and I could feel him getting really hard then a few moments later I could feel him exploding inside of me."

"So, was that the end of it? Did the two of you just lay there?"

"No, I had to pee and after peeing I came back to bed lying next to him this time I was desperate for a good ass fucking and I desperately wanted him to fuck me in the ass." 

"Did he?"

"At first, he looked frightened and unsure. He told her he never done it. I not to worry I would guide him through it but he needs to follow my instructions." 

"What were your instructions?"

"I told him to eat me out until I say stop and finger my pussy until I cannot take it anymore."

"What guy would resist those orders?"

"Exactly," said Yvette with big smile on her face and excitement showing on her face. She continued, "He willfully accepted those orders and masterfully paid attention to my pussy by licking it while caressing my breasts and playing with my nipple. It did not take long before my body submitted to his advances."

"So when did he begin fucking your ass?"

"Don't rush it," she said. Pausing before she continued with her eyes getting bigger, "Next, I told him finger my ass using one finger to stretch it out while he fingers my pussy. In order to help him I packed some lube in her purse, just in case." 

"Then what?"

"At first it was a bit uncomfortable but I began enjoying it, soon I was stretched enough for two fingers. Soon he was able to get two fingers in and she ordered him to lube , me again, and this time I told him to lube his hard cock."

"How was he enjoying this?"

"By taking my orders I could see he was enjoying himself. In some ways he looked like he just passed his drivers test, all excited and wanting to explore."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"I could see he was rock hard and dying to enter my ass. However, I could tell I was not quite ready. "

"So when did he enter you?" 

"I got into doggie position with my hips facing the edge of the bed and my face buried in a pillow. He got off the bed and I told him to slowly enter me and stopping when I said stop."

"I know the few times we have tried anal it takes a while to enter you."

"This time, it took a good five minutes to fully enter me and once he was in he began to move slowly. With each complete thrust, he moved a bit faster and faster until he finally explodes in my filling her ass."

"Did he last long?" 

"No, he did not. I could tell my ass was very arousing for him. He kept on telling me what a great fuck I am. For me, I liked it but it was not as arousing as I thought it would be."

"Then what?" I asked.

"After him fucking me in the ass I was worn out and came home."

"Is that it?"

"Yes, let me get cleaned up and we can go to bed, and I want you to fuck me too as I am still horny." 

After telling me that, she showed me the dried cum on her and saying to me, " I left it for you to see and to enjoy before I take a shower." It took her about 45 minutes since she took a bath in order to get any remaining cum off her and to give her muscles some relaxation after a strenuous workout. That night, I remember, she was not as submissive as she usually is in bed and she was more in command. Having her take command is a bit different since she is usually submissive for me, in bed. In any event, that night she was different. Since it was getting late, it only lasted for a bout 30 minutes before she climbed on top of me and both of us, in a rare moment, coming together. She then climbed down off me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. After that fateful night, she did not see Jim again and I never met him. Then about three years after that event, we moved. Once we moved, our sexual boundaries never went that far again but to this day, we remain happily married with only the memory that remains.



Summer of Amy's Dad



Flight BA 233 from Larnaca to London Heathrow was twenty-thousand feet somewhere above Western Europe and for at least one passenger the plane was a flying prison. Ali Fisher toyed with the chicken in white wine sauce in her compartmentalised plastic tray. She leafed through the in-flight magazine without reading a word. She even tried watching a movie, but Drew Barrymore's roller derby antics could not retain her attention. The images on the screen were blurred by the ones already in her head, the actors' faces obscured by those of Amy and David. And Melanie come to that.

Passion and lust. Pain and betrayal. Quite a lot of mess to create in ten short days.

She leaned back against the head-rest and closed her eyes, but that only served to bring the faces into sharper focus. Checking her watch, adjusted back to British Summer Time, she saw three hours' flight-time remaining. A brief wait at the baggage carousel please God, and then take the train home. Strip off, get showered. Try and wash away all the guilt. Like that would work. Hot milk, codeine for her headache, something to make her sleep. Her night at the airport had been unending. She needed unconsciousness. She needed to blot out the whole sorry denouement. She needed to quell the arousal which still surged intermittently through her, for with it came an accompanying surge of remorse. Damn.

She bit her lip, then stopped, recalling his words, the ones breathed to her over the breakfast buffet the morning after their first time. "Little tease. You know what I feel when you do that? You know what I want to do to you?" She'd blushed, for by then she'd known very well, and she'd bitten her lip all the more knowingly, played up the girlish innocence and blended it with the oh-so-knowing big-girl-now routine to drive him wild.

Big-girl, who was she trying to fool? Her eyes stared wide as she tried to stem the tears which threatened. The last thing she needed was concern from the elderly couple beside her.

"Everything okay?" Shit. The young flight attendant with her hair in a French plait had noticed instead. The girl was stooping over her, a hand laid solicitously on her arm. "You're looking a bit peaky."

Alison shook her head. "I'm fine thanks," she lied. "Could I maybe have a drink of water?"

The attendant was just going to fetch one when the seat-belt lights dinged on. Ali half-listened to the pilot's intercom voice. "...Going to be experiencing some turbulence... trays in their upright position... seatbelts on please."

"Water'll have to wait," the girl smiled apologetically. "You'll be all right?"

"I'll be great." A little turbulence she could deal with. She'd left much more back in Cyprus, hadn't she?

Flight BA232 from London Heathrow to Larnaca, ten days earlier. Ali Fisher outward-bound for two weeks in the Mediterranean sunshine. Same plane, same menu, but angst-free and set for fun. Rotten shame that Sara was still in hospital with a compound fracture, but Alison's friend had provided a blessing from her sick-bed. "Don't stay at home, for God's sake, get out there and raise hell for both of us! Just think how many more boys there'll be without me as competition!"

Ali felt she'd had enough of boys. A girl of maturity and academic prowess beyond her years should be with someone a little less callow than Adam Rylance. There was still a pang of sorrow however at the thought of him. He had been a sweet first boyfriend in an endearingly clumsy jockish sort of way and a perfectly adequate popper of her cherry. His sexual style had been a triumph of enthusiasm over technical ability; she'd always felt like the novice were teaching her own deflowerer. Still there had been affection between them. That plus the sheer thrill of illicit manoeuvres in one or other of their family homes, or similar covert sex-games in whatever other naughty locations they could find. Backs or bonnets of cars, secluded glens in the New Forest and at least one night-club restroom.

She still grinned at the memory of him peeling off her panties on his bed, while his parents watched television below, or the night when her father had nearly stumbled on their mutual masturbation in her living-room. Adam's climax had already been triggered when the paternal voice sounded on the staircase; he had staggered into the lower bathroom hoisting trousers with one hand and clutching his spurting cock with the other, while she giggled desperately, still semi-delirious from where his fingers had been. That recollection, she thought, would always make her laugh out loud.

End of school and different college aims had heralded the break-up. Her sights were fixed on Edinburgh, he wanted to stay a London-boy. She had paid lip service to trying the long-distance thing, but in her heart she had known it was time for the split. An act of cruel kindness for them both. He'd grow up properly and become a better lover for someone else. And she would start on a whole new life-chapter with minimal reference to the previous one.

Their final conversation had been wrenching. She'd been tender but resolute and had cried as she held him. But along with the next day's melancholy there was undeniable excitement. Life was an adventure. Fresh fields awaited to be romped through. And where better to start the romp than Ayia Napa?

She had got made-over especially for her pre-university sunsplash. Sad break-ups sparked serious gym-training and Ali had run, lifted and stretched herself to a womanly tautness over six weeks of summer. Her long straight brunette mane had been trimmed so that shaggy tresses spilled around her shoulders and a broad fringe brushed the upper lashes of her green eyes. Oh, and she had dyed it a deep reddish-burgundy which complimented her dark red lips and the natural strawberry of her nipples in striking fashion. Ali felt positively sultry on that flight. Virginity happily jettisoned, she was on the cusp of adult life. A vibrant fusion of girlish fun and burgeoning sophistication. It seemed almost apt that she were a lone-traveller. Look out Cyprus, look out fucking world - Ali Fisher is landing!

Her wrangle at baggage reclaim and the hauling of her suitcase through a crowded airport did much to see off that initial bravado. The glint of sunshine of Mediterranean blue water stirred her heart during the coach trip, but how much better to have had a comrade in arms beside her with whom to share the adventure. By the time she arrived at the Grecian Sands, her Ayia Napa hotel, Ali could not shake the sense of lostness. Sure she could hit the beach, but the prospect of heading out to party alone was a daunting one. Small wonder that she allowed herself to be picked up so easily by Amy Gosling.

The vivacious teenager struck up conversation as Ali was checking in; she was standing at reception as though waiting for someone, dressed in baggy beach-wear and flip-flops, her sunglasses pushed up into her mousy fair hair. "Tough journey?" she asked on seeing Ali flag against the cream-veneered desk.

"Early start," Ali answered ruefully. "I need sleep."

"I know how you feel... We just got here an hour ago." The girl had an attractive round face and smiling eyes. "Mum's still crashed out, but Dad and I are headed for the beach. I swear it's my last ever family holiday. I mean I love them..." Her voice dropped so she could confide. "...But once I'm seventeen I'm making my own plans. It's just I've always wanted to go to the Greek islands, so I'm tagging along this year. Not so much for the party scene - I'd have to sneak away for that anyway - more the history, I love all that stuff. I'm a bit of a geek I suppose. Hey, I love your hair!"

"Ehhh - thanks." Ali was overwhelmed by the sheer rush of words, but gratified nonetheless. "It's... something new. Just got it done a few days ago."

"And you're trying it out somewhere new... Re-inventing yourself, that's so cool!" her new acquaintance gushed. "Like you can go a bit wild here. Not that I can, with Mum and Dad around..." The last bit was a cheeky aside for the benefit of the tall athletic-looking man who had just joined her.

"I'm keeping tabs on you as long as I can, sunshine," he grinned, giving the girl a jokey punch on her arm. "Just arrived then?" His amiable stare fell on Ali and she made an instant favourable comparison between him and all of her friends' dads back home. He had a rumpled still-boyish look about him, despite the mild creasing of his face, along with sun-streaked fair hair and cornflower-blue eyes that just held a girl's gaze.

"Yeah." Ali made a conscious effort to keep her thoughts internalised. "Just got to get this monster to my room." She patted her substantial suitcase.

"I'll help you," the daughter almost sang, "and then why don't you come down to the beach with Dad and me?" She looked to her father for approval.

"You'd be welcome." He smiled and Ali reciprocated. She'd planned a nap in her room and might have rain-checked on the precocious girl, but the dad was so instantly likeable that she found herself agreeing. "I think you've just been commandeered as Amy's friend," he told her cheerily. "I'm David by the way." He reached out and shook her hand, eyes lingering on her just intently enough to fluster her a little, inwardly at any rate.

"I'm Alison. Call me Ali, please."

"Let me take this!" Amy was already wheeling Ali's great trunk towards the elevators as the newcomer was passed her room key. "You'll love it here. They leave fruit and a bottle of wine in your room and everything. And you've got to check out the outdoor pool and the sports facilities... Do you play tennis?"

"She's always like this," Amy's dad grinned semi-apologetically. "Forward. Gets it from me."

"It's fine," Ali smiled, happy to have fallen into such pleasant company. "I like her. See you in a bit..."

She made the ascent with Amy to her room, on the same floor it turned out as the younger girl's. Amy gabbled merrily about ancient Cypriot history and Greek boys and what few phrases of the language she actually knew. She showed Ali all around the room, resembling as it did her own. She'd been right about the fruit and the wine; both were laid out and ribboned on the dressing-table. Ali felt a moment's sadness that there'd been need to change from twin to single, but fate seemed to have provided a stop-gap friend, so she let it pass.

Amy returned downstairs to let Ali shower and change, insisting that she and her dad would wait. Delving into her suitcase, fresh from under the cooling jets, the London girl considered a modest one-piece costume for the beach, but opted instead for the little red bikini. No faffing around - she was here to feel the sunshine on her skin, on as much of it as possible, so to hell with coyness. She glanced at the pretty green-eyed girl in the mirror with the smattering of sun-freckled over her gracefully ski-sloped nose and gave a cheeky smile. Refreshed and renewed in her spirit of adventure she joined father and daughter in the lobby, a beach-bag slung over her shoulder and a pastel-green tee-shirt barely concealing the hot red number beneath.

"Ready to hit Paradise?" asked David, as they set out into the late-afternoon sunshine.

"After the Great British Summer fizzled out mid-July?" returned Ali. "I should damn well think so!"

They all grinned their way through the palm trees which fringed the warm sands, Ali basking in the sub-tropical heat, loving the breeze coming off the crystal-blue Mediterranean Sea. The beach was still crowded - a mix of partying teens and twenties and more sedate family groups. A boom-box was pumping out Katie Perry's California Gurlz a few hundred yards off. Everything screamed of high summer.

"Now we're talking," breathed David in a tone of someone who had abandoned all workaday concerns. His daughter had already flung down a blanket and was beginning to comfy herself. He whipped off his tee-shirt in a single flourish, revealing a compact and already tanned upper body. Ali admired involuntarily but discreetly; it was good to see a married man in his - what? - late-thirties, early-forties, who took care of himself.

Amy was stripping down to swimwear as well, though in her dad's presence she had gone with a rather more demure costume than Ali's. There was a moment of doubt in Ali's mind before she went for the big summer reveal, hands crossed to grip the thigh-brushing hem of her tee-shirt. Was this a little too much - make that a little too little - in front of these strangers? But then they had adopted her, and she was on her holidays for Heaven's sake. Let the good times begin. She peeled the tee up and over her head in similarly cavalier fashion to David, introducing her lissomness to the Greek sunshine.

It was all she could do as she plonked her neat rump onto the blanket not to look see if Amy's dad was reacting. She knew how to use her body to tease, Adam Rylance could have told anyone that. How many times had she slinked her sinuous form around his or her bedroom butt naked or as good as, wiggling he pert rear for him as she snaked from the bed or drawing her firm hard-nippled little handfuls the length of his body as he gasped and tensed? Or that memorable occasion she had danced in the mesmerised boy's car headlights wearing a rain-soaked, translucent summer dress, just like she'd seen Nicole Kidman do in a movie. She found herself hoping such magic could work on this older experienced man and checked herself immediately. A little propriety was called for, so she settled on the blanket as primly as she could in her tiny two-piece.

"God, you look amazing," Amy enthused. "You're just built for the beach. All the boys will be looking, you'll be fighting them off!" 'Boys' again. Like everyone was urging her to court the interest of boisterously inept youths. Amy looked over to her father with an arch grin. "Just as long as I don't catch my dad checking you out. I'll make you cover up!"

Ali glanced inadvertently at David, but he betrayed no sign of guilt. "It's supposed to be the other way around," he told her with a wry smile. "The father embarrassing his teenage daughter. Feel free to swat my offspring on the back of her head. I'm off for a swim." She smiled in return, liking him all the more. As she set about her body with sun screen, she felt a moment's regret that he had not stuck around to view the creamy application, but she shook off such an inappropriately naughty thought. What sort of temptress did she suddenly think she was?

"Your dad's cool," she told Amy, by way of atonement for her secret thought-crime.

"Yeah, I suppose he is," Amy replied affectionately, "but not as cool as he thinks he is. He pretends to like Kings of Leon, but he's got Dire Straits in his collection. He's still an Eighties guy at heart." They giggled together and shared sun screen and Amy's i-Pod. Ali dozed to the sounds of N-Dubz and of Ayia Napa at play, the soft rush of waves on shore underlying it all, as the sun reflected off her skin.

She was awoken by David's return, opening her eyes to the sight of his salt-water-glistening frame sitting down the other side of Amy. "It's great in there, it's like a heated pool. You girls need to try it out before we head back."

They did, David accompanying for a second dip. The waters were truly blissful, caressing Ali's body as she floated on her back, her flat tummy just shy of the surface. She couldn't help but feel proud of the slender physique she was sporting this summer. Amy lay buoyed up beside her, till her father made to duck her under. "Dad, you can't do that any more! I'm not a kid!" She flipped over and swam off, still protesting merrily at the dad-perpetrated indignity, Ali laughing at the whole performance. Amy evaded her flailing parent and as he spun around to seek her he found Ali confronting him instead. For a moment he looked like he might dunk her in Amy's place, but he backed off immediately in his intent.

"My daughter's now officially too fast for me - that's bad," he quipped instead. They smiled together and Ali could not help the tingling sensation in her bikinied loins. Then Amy surfaced behind her father and pushed him under, so that both girls squealed with laughter.

"All that running, dad," Amy giggled when he spluttered to the surface. "And you still can't catch up with me."

"You run?" Ali asked, as she bobbed in the water, hopeful that David might share one of her favourite pursuits.

"It's his fitness regime. He's going to be ready for the London Olympics," Amy laughed. "He says he's going to go beach-jogging every morning before breakfast. You run too, Ali?"

"Inter-school athletics. I'm trying to keep it up, maybe do some competitive stuff at Uni."

"You should join dad in the morning. Shouldn't she, dad?"

"Give the girl some space," David responded hastily. "She's only just arrived. Although maybe you'd like to join us all for dinner tonight...?"

Ali accepted the invitation, to Amy's delight, and that evening she accompanied them all, meeting Melanie Gosling for the first time. Amy's mother was a neat and attractive woman with short-styled dark hair, around the same age as her husband. She was friendly enough, but cast an appraising eye over her daughter's holiday friend as they ate souvlaki and Greek salad at the gladed taverna.

"So what are your plans for after the summer, Ali?"

"I'm starting my Degree course," Ali responded with a surge of pride. "My A-level results came in last week."

"She got an A and two Bs," Amy interjected with delight at her new friend's success. "She's super-smart."

"And just maybe she studied hard," Melanie suggested meaningfully to her daughter. Amy protested about her own academic endeavours and Melanie let the subject go, turning back to Ali. "What course will you be studying?"

"Business Studies and Applied Economics," Ali said a touch sheepishly. She always felt embarrassed and pleased in equal measures when revealing her smarts to strangers.

"That's impressive," Melanie smiled, glancing at her husband. "Maybe she could give you some advice, David, on managing your new enterprise."

"Dad's kicked in his job to start up a restaurant," Amy informed, beaming at her father.

"Despite knowing little or nothing about the restaurant trade," added her mother, though there was more indulgence than reproof in the woman's voice.

"And it's going very well," David replied, swilling retsina around in his glass. "The good people of Bury St Edmunds are really taking to Cajun cuisine."

"Initial signs are... modestly encouraging, I'll give you that," said Melanie, and she gave her husband's hand a brief squeeze. "Although you picked your moment with all Amy's university fees ahead."

"Sometimes you just need to go with your instinct and the moment," he replied, his blithe tone coloured with just a touch of defensiveness. "I think that's a good lesson in itself."

"It will be if everything works out," Melanie said quietly.

Amy's eyes darted between her parents, a touch of concern on her face. "Ehhh - can we maybe lighten up here?" she requested. "Like we're on holiday?" They both smiled as though she had called them on their silliness and relaxed into the meal.

"She's supportive of him really," Amy explained to Ali later on.

"She even took on extra legal work to help support while he was getting it off the ground. He'd been a manager in his firm, you see? Doing really well. And then he said he got fed up with it all, so he felt he needed to go change some things in his life. Mum thought he was mad. Hey, are you going to go running with him tomorrow?"

Ali didn't join David on the beach next morning, with her need for a lie-in and a certain bashfulness which had come over her. She did however hook up with him two days later. By that time she had spent a full forty-eight hours bonding with the father-daughter team; they had played tennis, swum in the expansive hotel pool and gone windsurfing - laughing and taunting each other at their sometimes faltering progress. Ali had found much to admire in the wet-suited David taking control of his sailed board, standing strong and harnessing the breeze to surf smoothly shorewards. She got the measure of her sail as well and they shot each other appreciative glances as they sped.




Summer of Amy's Dad



Melanie Gosling chose a beach novel and a cocktail from the nearby bar over more active pursuits. She gave occasional encouraging waves from the sand. The friendship between Ali and her daughter she seemed to encourage along with her husband; perhaps they saw Ali as a fellow-boffin, despite her skimpy choice of beach outfits, capable of steering Amy clear of fleshly distractions. Certainly Ali spent less time cruising for male company than she had expected; hanging out with the Goslings seemed a perfectly acceptable way to spend her time. Most of her conversation was with them, or the other younger marrieds at the Grecian Sands. She accompanied Amy to the Mambo Bar at night on insistence that the sixteen-year-old return by eleven; somehow Ali had no problem with keeping early hours.

That third morning she saw David departing the hotel at a light jog and ran to catch up. Four days had passed since her own most recent run and she wanted to keep her regime on track. It made sense to team up with an available partner, right?

"Hey, Mr Gosling, wait for me!" She sped up to him in her little satin shorts and white running vest. "Want some company?"

"Ali! That'd be great." They established a steady trot towards the beach and he added, "Less of the 'Mr Gosling', or I will start feeling old. It's David."

"I'll see if you can keep up with me first," she laughed. "If I leave you wheezing and clutching your chest, I'll stick with 'Mister'."

"Okay, it's like that, is it? Maybe I'll leave you standing, little girl!"

"What, you want a competition, David?''

"I want a running partner, so just hush up or I'll..."

"Or you'll what, old guy?"

"Or I'll... Look, just hush up and run!"

It was seemingly instant, now they had no other company. A rapport, a cheeky edgy banter which they had never before indulged. The steady pounding of their feet on the sand, their fleet momentum into the balmy morning breeze, the uniting power of their joint physical exertion - it all released them from inhibition. As though something held back through Amy's presence and that of Melanie had been enjoyably set loose. Some degree of friendship between a forty-year-old man and a girl not quite out of her teens. It was fun and freeing. Hell, it was sexy. They matched each other in pace and kept volleying each other the whole two miles down the coast and back, like a verbal form of yesterday's tennis.

"So what's with the restaurant? You reinventing yourself?" That was what Amy had suggested Ali was doing.

"Why would I need to re-invent this?" he gasped in mock-offence, indicating his whole self. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing! Nothing... You're an Adonis."

"Thanks, I'm glad you can see that. As for the restaurant, I just like to cook more than I like pushing paper. And I'm better at it. Plus I've loved Cajun cuisine ever since I holidayed in New Orleans in my student days."

"So what would you cook for me? To prove how good you are?"

"I'd show you what to do with a tomato, three wizened mushrooms and some processed cheese, since they'll probably be the sole edible contents of your student fridge these next few years."

"What do you take me for? I..." But David had seen the hotel ahead and upped a gear, pulling away from her. She put her final reserves into catching him up and together they slowed to a panting stop, opposite the Grecian Sands.

"Wow," she said, rising hot-faced from her recuperative crouch. "Who'd have thought an old guy would have so much stamina?" She was staring straight at him as he said it and hadn't even tried to stop herself when she saw the imminent double entendre. She kept looking, faking a boldness she didn't feel at her own sudden flash of daring.

"I could show you stamina," he said, matching her daring and raising it. The suggestive exchange hung in the air between them and they stared in silent acknowledgement of mutual attraction. The moment seemed endless and utterly intoxicating to Ali. Like nothing else mattered in the world, just this heart-thumping shared excitement. Then David's eyes flicked away, breaking the moment along with his gaze.

"Breakfast. Better get back."

"Yeah... Yeah, get showered. Changed."

Amy and Melanie and all of reality seemed to come rushing back. Ali's face burned again, with embarrassment this time, but David reassured her with a smile as they returned to the hotel. "You're a good runner."

"You too."

"We should do that again."

"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good."

Ali carried the moment with her all the way up to her room. She could see the charged expression on David's face as she stripped, and she carried it with her into the shower. He was there next to her, divested of his own running gear, as she lathered herself. I could show you stamina... God, she wished he would. The thought she had refused to let form from the first time she met him finally crystallised as she soaped her pussy. She allowed herself to go with it for just a moment, before conscience kicked in.

Amy met her when she went down for breakfast, making her cheeks prickle a little. "You and dad have a good run? Did you kick his ass?" Ali's younger friend asked cheekily, as they filled their trays from the buffet.

"Yes, it was good. And no, no I didn't. He's quite an athlete."

"I know he is, but you can take him no problem. You going out every morning?"

"I... don't know. Depends on the night before."

"You should. He needs a partner. He can't convince mum to go. Hey, I was talking to Brian, you know, one of the two Scottish guys on our floor... There's a volleyball game every day down the beach from where we went surfing. Want to check it out? Try and get to play? You'd be so good."

Ali agreed. She agreed because hanging out with Amy meant hanging out with David - no point in lying to herself any more. Not that it was terribly wicked. She liked the sophistication of company with an attractive, interesting older man and Amy would be there to prevent any real danger. God, there was danger, wasn't there? How fun to hang out with that for a while.

"Hey," she said ultra-casually, showing up beside the danger's source at the smoked fish. Melanie was a few places down the table, pouring herself some juice. "So how's Olympic Dave? Any cramps setting in?"

"You never let up," he grinned without looking. "I'm just fine thanks."

"You joining me and Amy for beach volleyball today?"

A slight pause. "I think I might leave that to you youngsters."

"Youngsters?" What was this? "You need to show the twenty-year-olds how it's done!"

"You and Amy don't want me cramping your style." He still wasn't looking at her. "There's a street market Melanie wants to visit... I said I'd go along with her."

"You're going shopping? Maybe you are turning middle-aged!"

"Yes, Ali, maybe I am. And I'm going shopping." Voice firm, as though he were making a point. "You girls enjoy yourselves."

Ali felt a little ashamed of her bitchy jibe, but more disappointed and hurt and pissed off. Made to feel like a little girl again. I thought we were friends, she wanted to say, but it sounded in her head as silly as she felt. Of course he wanted to go spend time with his wife. Of course he wanted to smooth over the unguarded moment of earlier. But he didn't have to make it look so easily done. David spent that morning with Melanie by the pool and was frustratingly restrained in what few interactions he had with Ali. Not that he was going to be overly pally with his other half there.

Ali came down for the volleyball in her white swimsuit, the tight one which clung fast to her curves and dived daringly front and back. It was perfectly aerodynamic for the game, which was of course why she wore it. She wrapped a little towelled robe over it, which she let fall open as she and Amy waved goodbye to Amy's dad. "It won't be as much fun without you," she told David, chewing on the corner of her mouth, and she knew she was flaunting herself deliberately before him for the first time. Payback for his refusal to come.

"Of course it won't. You have a good time," was all he said, but his eyes strayed over her noticeably before he turned away and she felt gratified. Gratified and guilty.

Volleyball was fun. She and Amy got drawn into the game by some admiring boys who she went on to outplay, eliciting their appreciative shouts and a few jealous pouts from some of the other girls. But however much she relished the sport, the whole thing was lacking. Amy was sweet, but ultimately Ali was hanging around with a girl two years her junior. There was no shortage of male attention as she jumped and dived, the swimsuit stretching tight across her lightly-jogging breasts and straining ass. But it wasn't attention from the source she craved.

That night it was dinner with the Goslings again, but David hardly threw a glance her way. There was little talk at all in fact, aside from Amy's enthusiastic prattle about the afternoon's sport. Ali found herself in Amy's company once more that evening - they went out to Ayia Napa's renowned Club Kool - and wondered if this would be her fate for the rest of the holiday. Chaperone to a girl awaiting her GCSE results.

"Mum and dad have been arguing, I know it," the girl said, apropos of nothing, as they made their way to the venue. She sounded something less than her usual cheery self.

"They have?" Ali could not help but be interested.

"Yeah... It's nothing serious. She just gets a bit annoyed at him sometimes. Thinks he's trying to relive his teenage years or something."

Ali felt a sudden rush of anger on David's behalf. She liked Melanie okay, she supposed, but why was the woman giving David grief? Couldn't she appreciate a husband who didn't just let himself fall into a 'dad' routine, getting old before his time? So what if he did want to go windsurfing, not just sit on the beach? He got along well with his own daughter and made time for her friend - was that such a big problem?

She couldn't quite shake her sulk all night. They danced till she saw Amy packed off to the hotel around ten with some friends - "We're going to the Museum tomorrow early, want to come? They've got ancient sarcophagus and everything" - then stuck around for more cocktails and flirtation with some of the guys who'd been hitting on her. But she just couldn't get enthused. Around one she tramped back to the Grecian Sands with a drink-muddled head and a mood of disenchantment regarding her holiday.

Next morning she was too tired to contemplate either running - bad idea anyway if David was going to turn cool on her - or a cultural excursion with the entire family Gosling. She did not even put in a breakfast appearance. Ten o'clock found her nursing away her mild hangover on an inflatable in the shallow end of the hotel pool, a sun-hat cast over her face. Best to have time out from Amy and family, she was thinking vaguely. Maybe try to ease herself gradually out of their...

"Hey."

The familiar voice startled her, along with the warmth conveyed by its single-syllable greeting. She peered from beneath the hat to see David ambling along the side of the pool in shorts and flip-flops. "Missed you this morning on the beach."

Delight bubbled up from within her, but she tried to look scolding, and to hold back the beam that threatened to spread all over her face. She felt intensely glad that she was wearing the red bikini again. "Thought you'd shrugged me off. Didn't want to hang out with a 'youngster' any more."

David slipped off his footwear and climbed down to sit on the pool's edge, feet dangling in the water. "Well in the absence of anyone more serious and mature, I thought I'd come over and say hello."

"Thanks for condescending." Ali could not restrain her grin any longer. She rolled off the inflatable with a soft splash and breast-stroked her way over to him. "I thought you were going to see dead people."

"Not really my bag," David told her laconically. "Amy went with her mum. She's planning on taking History next year and Melanie tries to encourage her. Apparently - and I quote - 'she should spend time with at least one adult on this holiday'". His smile was a touch wry.

Ali rested her elbows on the poolside next to him. "So you're a fun dad and you had the balls to start your own business. I think that's very adult."

"Well, Ali, I'm glad someone does." He smiled at her in gratitude.

"So are we friends then?" She felt her heart jump a little as she said it.

"Of course we are." He slipped his lean, hard body down into the water beside her and she tremored at his proximity. "Why wouldn't we be? You're all grown up and I'm still a teenager, I'm told, so it works perfectly."

"Well in that case I might come running with you again."

"I wish you would. I missed the competition."

"What, were you slacking?" she smirked. "You bad boy. I'll bet you hardly broke a sweat." She felt giddy at their re-established intimacy.

"It wasn't the same without your ass to whip." He was grinning back at her, his former reticence shaken off.

"You did not whip my ass..."

"I totally did, so suck it up. Bet I could beat you at swimming as well."

"How much? You're looking at first place, front crawl, West London Inter-Schools' Swimming Championship."

"Ohhh, schoolgirl superstar, got me scared. Front crawl it is - far end, loser buys lunch."

"You're on, old guy. Ready?"

"Gosh, they're back..." He looked over her shoulder and she stalled, following his gaze. "See you!" While she was still distracted, he dived.

"Cheat!" she cried out in exasperated laughter, before launching herself after him. She swam furiously in his churning wake, managing to stay with him, but unable to close the gap. The deep end of the pool was free of other swimmers and in the heat of the contest she was seized with reckless mischief. As David closed on the poolside she leaped and grabbed, taking hold of his shorts with one hand. He floundered mid-stroke, as the garment was dragged some way free of his muscled buttocks, and he thrashed around to stop her. Suddenly they were grappling in the foaming water, laughing as their bodies slid together.

"You bad little... little... girl," he spluttered, gripping her upper arms as she struggled wildly to get free. "What if I did that to you?"

"Maybe I'd like it." She'd meant the words as a gleeful piece of cod-flirtation, but it came out breathy and serious, the very opposite of her intention. His face changed utterly at her words, to what it had been on their run, only darker. Her stomach tightened and her pussy squirmed, as the whole dynamic between them resolved into something scary and primal. As they bobbed together in the water, her toes just brushing the pool bottom, his hands slithered all the way down her back, diving under her bikini bottoms to clutch her naked ass and pull her to him. "Ohhhh God..." She could feel his chest heaving against her and the surge within his shorts of his rapidly erecting cock.

"I want you..." He breathed it so quietly she could hardly be sure he'd said it. Her doubt must have registered on her face, because he pulled her tighter to himself and spoke softly and fiercely in her ear. "God help me, Ali, I want to ram my cock deep inside you and fuck you hard." It was not so much a pornographic come-on, more a desperate guilty confession of something he could no longer hold in. "Do you want that too? Do you, Ali?"

She could hardly speak. This strong beautiful man was pressed to her, whispering obscenity, all his geniality transformed into burning needy lust. In the background somewhere there were other voices, there was other noise. "People will see..." She didn't imagine he was going to do what he wanted right there, but he seemed to take her words that way.

"Come with me now. We'll go to your room." His voice was firm, decided, persuading.

She opened her mouth, not sure what might come out. Then his eyes flicked to over her shoulder. "Shit..."

He let her go and she looked around, saw the Richardsons approaching - the thirty-something couple with the two little girls who Ali and the Goslings had got to know. Ali waved automatically as she and David were spotted, trying to transcend her rush of guilt. "Better get out," David told her. "Go talk to them. I'll join you in a moment." She looked at him inquiringly. "I can't. Yet." When she saw him nodding downwards and took his meaning she almost burst out in frightened laughter.

Ali swam back down the pool to meet the family, still fuzzy from the intensity of what had just passed. The Richardsons greeted her as she picked up her sarong from a sun-lounger and wrapped the garment around her waist. There was no awkwardness, thankfully, to suggest that the couple had spotted anything untoward. Keeley and Gracie, their girls, were dancing around Ali, tugging at her and pleading that she come play with them in the pool. Moments later she could hear David talking to the girls' father, his sub-aquatic excitement either under control or concealed beneath his long shoulder-draped towel. The whole encounter she experienced through a kind of delirium.

Then she heard David's voice. "I'm going for that run now, Ali. You joining me?"

Blood pounded in her temples. She could feel her nipples bristling against her bikini top at the significance of her response. Say yes and there'd be no going back. The girls had a hand each and were trying to propel her poolwards.

"Let Ali go," their mother was saying. "I'm sure she'll play with you later." David stood waiting. The moment extended to breaking point...

"Keeley, Gracie, we'll go swimming this afternoon, I promise. See you later, guys. David, wait up."

Oh my God. Oh my God. Adrenalin pumped through her as she walked. As they both walked, not looking at each other, not speaking a word - through the hotel bar to reception. David asking for his room key first, before it was her turn. We're not together. We're going to out separate rooms. We're not about to fuck each other's brains out.

"Room 77, please." Key in hand, walking to the elevator to join David. Pretending now they'd just met there by accident. That they'd be sharing a ride upstairs. That he wouldn't be sticking his hard adulterous dick inside her the first chance he got. Christ, she was minutes from having David's cock pumping in and out of her cunt... What the fuck were they doing? What if they got caught, if someone they knew saw them and realised? God, then it might never happen! Scared and trembling and so very, very wet. Doors sliding open to reveal an empty space. Passing inside, him pressing for her floor and letting the doors shut them in, seal them off from all else in the world...

David seized her, pushing her hard against the wall, his mouth sealing to hers. His towel had fallen away and as his tongue thrust into her mouth, she felt that other would-be intruder growing rapidly against her stomach. She knew this was insane, but clutched in return even so, pressed herself to him, loving the feeling of his chest crushed to her slim torso, his hands on her naked back. His lips broke from her mouth, kissing her cheek, her ear, her neck - oh God - adhering to that tender expanse and undulating, as his hand tore down her bikini strap to expose her breast. He cupped and groped her freely, as his mouth continued to molest her neck.

"David... God... Someone could come in..."

He reached across and slammed his palm against the emergency button, so that they juddered to a stop mid-floors. Ali gasped at the sudden realisation - she was going to get fucked right there in the elevator.

David's look was wild, far beyond urgent. He scrabbled at the clip on her bikini top and ripped the garment away completely, surveying her curving, near-naked body like a schoolboy, hands roving, caressing and squeezing. Her sarong had already fallen around her ankles, joining David's towel. He fell to his knees, fingers curling around the scrap of red which still clung reluctantly about her loins. Then he tore it all the way down to her ankles, helping her feet negotiate their way clear.




Summer of Amy's Dad



He gripped her bum a moment, lingering at the tidy trim of her mound to kiss and savour her slit. She moaned in response, feeling her own slippery preparedness, as he rose up her totally naked body and hungrily kissed her mouth. His shorts, the final barrier between their sexes, he shoved down his legs and she finally saw it - his long thick maleness, splendidly erect under her influence. It twitched and swayed at the light brushing of her curious fingertips. Amy's dad's cock - primed to penetrate her fully.

David reached between her legs. She could almost hear the squelch as his fingers probed and were swallowed up inside her. His face displayed burning excitement. "So wet... God, girl..." He gripped tight under her ass cheeks and picked her up, she automatically wrapping her arms around his neck, spreading her legs and catching her feet about his hips. Now he was there under her, that essential male part of him, prodding to find the yielding soaking entrance to her tunnel. His eyes locked to hers as he lowered her, filling up her cunt with himself, gravity drawing her down onto his thickness to a full union. Ohhhh God he was deliciously big... He stopped short of guiding her to the very bottom; rather he pushed her hard against the wall, drew out a little and rammed, as he had promised, deep inside her.

Ali clung to David's shoulders and hips in shocked excitement as he fucked her. He was pressing her back to the cool vertical surface, sliding out and spearing back in, cock-head plumbing her wet centre. Surprised lustful delight was all over his face, like he could not believe he was actually nailing this pussy. Her own sheer physical pleasure, the knowledge of his, the whole unexpected sexy wrongness of the moment - it all combined to make her come suddenly, hard, on his first concerted barrage of strokes. Her cunt muscles spasmed all around him, clutching like her limbs were doing to the trunk of his body, as he continued to shaft hard, desperately into her. The confined space rang to her frantic cries and his extended animal groans, as repeatedly he impaled her young climaxing cunt.

"Ohhh God, Ali... Ohhh fuck..." He pounded her zealously, with the ecstasy of a man who had just torn recklessly free of his own conscience. It was a full-throttle screwing, fast and hard to the end; it thrilled her all the more because he was fucking her like she were a woman, not a silly girl. He could not sustain long though, such was the fury of his arousal and the urgency of their situation. She could sense the approach of his crescendo and she clung harder, weaving fingers through his hair and letting fronds of her own red-dyed mane fall about him as he rocked her body. He drove with finality into her liquid depths and through her deranged state she saw his joy as he released and spewed his pent-up load inside her. His body stayed clamped tight to hers throughout his fierce orgasmic seizure, then slowly, tentatively they began to disengage.

"You okay?" he whispered it to her, kissing her earlobe softly.

"Yeah - yeah, I'm good. Really good. Oh my God..." He had been easing himself slowly from inside her and their hot juices were rushing in his wake. "Oh God, we've made a mess..."

"I know," he said breathily, catching some of the stickiness on his hand, as he lowered her down, and smearing it over her stomach. They grinned at each other in delicious, guilty conspiracy. He mopped up some more with his towel and they struggled back into their swimming togs. "What say we chill out in your room for a bit?" he asked, switching the elevator back into motion.

"Sounds good." They stood close, holding each other lightly, his face brushing hers, till the elevator dinged its arrival at their floor.

It was only the fact that Ali had dropped her sarong and went back to retrieve it which averted disaster. Had she not, she would have walked into the corridor a sweaty and red-faced counterpart to David, with his cum leaking visibly from her bikini bottoms, the pair of them guilty as sin. She heard his warning: "Amy! What's the matter? Melanie?" and slapped her hand to the door's closing mechanism just in time.

Briefly she heard Melanie's reply: "She's sick, David, something she ate", before the doors shut him from her. She descended, slumped against the wall where she had just been fucked, heart pumping with frightened shock. She was still dazed from sex and now from the scare of almost being caught. Would Melanie know instinctively what had been going on? Would she sense it, smell it from her husband? Ali made her way unsteadily to reception, returned her card and slipped back into the pool. Best she keep away from the floor they all shared - for now. She was disappointed to be robbed of her post-coital chill-out with David, but more worried for him in his current circumstance. Escape to the beach had seemed the most sensible option, but she could not bring herself to flee that far.

Keeley and Gracie hijacked her and she played catch with them half-heartedly in the pool. She munched her way through a lunchtime sandwich at the bar in the same distracted fashion. It was mid-afternoon before David caught up with her and put her mind to rest. "You okay, Ali?"

"I'm fine." Her face flushed in his presence. "What about you? Is everything okay with Melanie?"

"Fine. She didn't pick up on anything, I'm sure of it, she was so distracted by Amy. Poor girl's got some sort of food-poisoning; she made sandwiches from some of the stuff we bought at the market yesterday and was feeling ill by the time they arrived at the Museum. They took a taxi back, she's in a rotten state. I managed to get cleaned up, but it was bloody scary." Ali felt a rush of relief, not least because further interludes with David still seemed possible. The prospect was in his mind as well, it turned out, whatever his other distractions. "Look Ali, I want... Well you know what I want. But right now I need to be with Amy..."

"Of course you do, the poor thing. Look, go be with her. I'll be fine. Give her my love."

David leaned in to her a shade at the bar. "Ali, I haven't felt like that in... I want it again..."

"Me too." Instantly her breath was shallow, the sense memory of his penetration strong within her.

"We'll find time." He scribbled out digits on a napkin. "My mobile number. Text if you can't find me. Keep phones on silent, okay?"

"Okay."

Covert ops, a secret shared between them - how wildly sexy. But the next two days dealt Ali little more than frustration. Amy remained ill, her parents tending to her, and David could not bring himself, it seemed, to look for an escape. Ali scarcely saw him, but when she did catch his eye, how could she help herself from turning on her bad-girl pout, signalling with every flick of her hair and sway of her hips exactly what she wanted? She felt bad for Amy and conscience-stricken any time Melanie spoke to her, but all that was over-ridden by her body's hunger for her mature new lover.

She went out that evening and lost herself for a while amongst the swaying, perspiring masses at Club Kool, but could not raise the slightest enthusiasm for any advances made her. The next morning she hit the beach early, but ran alone. Amy, she later learned, had been horribly sick overnight, to the point that her parents had considered the local hospital. "She's better," Melanie explained over breakfast, "just wrung out and dehydrated. She misses you."

Ali sidled to David when Melanie had taken her tray onto the veranda above the pool. "I miss you," she told him, letting the back of her hand brush the hairs on his arm. "Inside me." She bit her lip calculatingly and he breathed out his desire, his sheer ache at her tease. Which made her want to torment him even more.

Amy was recuperating gradually and she joined them all on the beach that afternoon. "Sorry to be such a killjoy, monopolizing everyone," she smiled weakly to Ali, as they lay umbrellaed on the sand, and the young seductress felt a guilty stab. Then guilt combined itself with jealousy as she watched David and Melanie swimming together. Following the bathe, Amy's mum roped them all into dinner at the hotel that evening, before, she insisted, an early night. Ali despaired of ever being alone with David again.

But he drew close to her as they all traipsed back from the beach, and spoke without even looking; his words were as potent with need as in the pool that previous day. "I have to have you. This evening, somehow. I'll make an excuse to get away over dinner. Leave it a while and do the same. Say you're ill, tired. Whatever. Okay? And I'm sending you a text. Read it once you've left the table. Text me back when you've done what it says." Ali's pulse was instantly set racing. David was thinking, planning, preparing sexiness for them both amongst all their obstacles. She had no idea how to do this and make it look convincing, but she damn well knew she would do it anyway.

They all convened in the restaurant within half an hour, she in tee-shirt and shorts, David wearing canvas slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned to mid-way. She had showered and moisturised, her rinsed hair tied back into a loose ponytail. Her premature departure she set up early on, complaining of too much sun and the beginnings of a headache. Loss of appetite was easy to fake with the excitement churning her stomach. David showed total calm, though maybe he overdid the bonhomie, the light-hearted chat with waiting staff just a little. All seemed relaxed between him and Melanie. Amy had recovered her appetite and was cautiously going to work on her soup and rolls. Ali stayed mostly quiet; happily it added to the sense of her feeling poorly.   

The Goslings had just ordered main courses when David's phone rang aloud. He checked it and adopted a concerned frown. "It's Ian from the restaurant. I told him only to call me if there were any problems. Let me take this. Hello, Ian?" He carried the conversation away from the table, appeared back a moment later covering the mouthpiece and looking genuinely harried. It was quite an impressive performance, thought Ali, her heart thudding. "Sorry folks, this is important. I could be a while. Can you tell them to hold my main course? Ian - tell me the whole thing." Melanie looked just slightly put out when he vanished altogether from the place.

Ali bided her time. This was it, the crucial moment. She looked sorrowfully at the salad she had half-eaten, while Melanie and Amy made plans for cultural excursions to make up for the aborted Museum visit. It was her young friend who picked up on Ali's unaccustomed silence and provided her an easy way out. "You look really out of sorts, Ali. I hope you don't have the same as I did."

"No, it's just too much sun-worship," Ali apologised. "I'm not fit for anything, sorry. I think I just need to go take some tablets and go to bed."

"You want me to come up with you?" Amy, along with her mother, was all concern.

"No, no - I'll be fine. You enjoy your meal, you deserve it. Tell David I'm sorry..."

She left the table, mind awhirl with guilt at her fraudulence and with elation as such a clean getaway. Such a convincing piece of subterfuge. She and David had bought time - not a lot, but enough. She flipped open her phone at reception and found David's text. A rush, even before she opened it. And when she did: Go to your room now and strip. Leave the door open. I want you bent over, naked and waiting.

Ali's heart drummed near in her throat as she marched to the elevator and completed the upward journey. Her mind was consumed with how David had taken her the first time, how well he had read her and how little he had held back. Burning frustration - she had heard it in his voice on their beach-return and had no doubt how this encounter would play out. She went straight to her room, wondering how far he was behind, if he had been watching her take the elevator or was waiting upstairs.

Swiftly she tore everything off, got herself nude for her waiting debaucher. Nude, that was, aside from the red strappy heels into which she slipped on a sexy impulse. She thought of draping herself over the bedroom dressing table, but opted instead for the bathroom shelf, with its broad mirror and expansive enamel surface. The sink-light threw her gracefully-curved and tanned upper body into flattering relief and her heels pushed her up nicely, so she could stretch herself easily over the shelf, accentuating the thrust of her ass. Then she took her phone and smiled to herself gleefully in the mirror as she returned his text: Ready.

The tension was exquisite. She could not help but reach down and finger her soaking-wet slit as she listened out for every tiny sound that might indicate his approach. She pressed her tits to the cold surface and wriggled her rear into an ever tighter bend, imagining his reaction when he saw her arched back and tautened buttocks, the lips of her swollen pussy peeking naughtily through. What a wonderful erotic imagination this man had, and she was now the lucky recipient of all its wickedness.

She did not have long to wait, less than a minute before bedroom door brushed carpet and someone was inside, searching. Was his heart pounding right now at the same rate as hers? Ali placed her masturbatory hand on the flat surface along with the other and looked for him, panicking just a moment that Amy or some errant member of hotel staff would appear instead to witness her lewdly thrusting ass. They did not. David walked into view, drawn by the trail of her discarded clothes and the bathroom light. His shirt was open to the waist and the front of his canvas trousers bulged.

Slowly he walked to her, fixating very obviously on her stretched thighs and proffered bottom, his face suffused with dark delight. He reached out, claiming her ass with both hands like it were a precious gift, letting one palm glide to her tail-bone and up over the concave of her back while the other slid downwards and inwards, his middle finger thrusting suddenly and deep into her sopping cunt. She cried out in fraught bliss as he held her to the shelf and clamped hard on her ass so his plunging finger could work her briskly.

"I can't believe I get to do this to you, Ali," he said, his voice low and constricted. "I must be the luckiest fucker alive." She groaned, as much at the desire in this amiable man's voice as the sheer physical sensation of his working digit. "We don't have much time, darling," he told her apologetically. "So I'm just going to fuck you fast and hard, is that okay?"

"Oh God yes," she moaned, her body screaming with anticipation, squirming to his calling her 'darling'. "That's so okay, so fucking okay..."

What happened next was swift and shocking. David pressed down on the small of her back with the hand that had probed her and with the other ripped open the fastenings of his trousers. She felt the bulbous head of his prick battering eagerly against her cheeks, then he fitted it easily past her slippery vestibule entrance, gripped her waist with both hands and drove himself all the way inside her. Ali screamed to her own reflection as her cunt swallowed all of David's thick hard cock-length.

There was a savage grating in her lover's throat as he sank himself deep in her tight yielding channel, a intense gritting of his teeth at the long-awaited reuniting of their sexes. He withdrew and plunged, withdrew and plunged, gripping her flesh harder, asserting himself inside her. Yes there was urgency like the previous morning, but this time she sensed an additional pride in his cock's mastery, a desire to prove just what he could make her feel with it. She loved this, loved David's sudden flash of arrogance as he impaled her more slowly and deliberately than promised, the swelling of his ego as he relished this inexperienced young cunt. It was something she was only too keen to encourage.

"Oh God, David, that's it, that's it..." He ploughed her with slow ramming thrusts, joy gathering on his face. "Fuck me hard, fuck me any way you want, do it, don't hold back..."

"You sure about that?" There was playful evil in his voice as he glided his long smooth strokes into her. She couldn't get enough of this David, so different from the easy-going companion, the committed family man.

"I'm sure... You don't know how sure..."

He mightn't have known, but he took a good guess, seizing her shoulder and throwing a wild hard fuck into her, loins smacking her bum like a vigorous, steady hand-clap. She cried out in delirious frightened joy as his pistoning cock gave her cunt the work-out she had dreamed of. His other hand was at work too, cracking against her quivering flank, his whole body and face a perfect mirrored image of unrestrained lust. This is how a man takes a woman, he seemed to be saying. This is how grown-ups fuck. He wasn't dwelling on himself either, his whole demeanour suggested utter focus on her. How she looked, how she felt - against him and around him. He let go her shoulder, grabbed her pony-tail instead, right at the roots, and hauled her up, making her emit a startled yelp.

"Got to see those beautiful tits," he almost snarled, and he left off smacking her ass so he could maul and squeeze her exposed, shuddering breasts. Ali pawed the smooth shelf helplessly, at her body absorbed this glorious, frenzied fuck. There was nothing ill-intended here, nothing deliberately mean, just the hard uninhibited enjoyment of her body that she had licensed. And when she thought it could get no better, he backed her out from the shelf, returned his grip to her shoulder for maximum leverage, and reasserted his fierce shafting, his other hand diving to rub briskly on her clitoris.

Ali's hand shot out and grabbed the sink edge just in time, otherwise she was sure David's ambitious efforts would have toppled them both backwards. Secured, she gave herself up to the orgasm that was rushing on her, even as her older beau thrust his way to his own explosive finish. They ended on a cacophony of competing yells, Ali shuddering crazily, juicing all over David's fingers and cock even as his hot essence gushed inside her.

She leaned into the shelf as all their joint tension drained away, felt his lips soft on her neck. "Oh God, Ali," he was saying, "you drive me crazy. I don't know what's happening to me." He put some effort into sliding free of her without spillage all over his crumpled trousers. "I can't get these stained, should've thought..."

"Here, let me." She was shaky, but managed to help him off with his lower garments before disaster happened. It was an undignified end to their heated coupling, but somehow that didn't matter.

"Got to clean up, finish dinner, lie my fucking ass off. I'll have to invent problems at the restaurant. Shouldn't be tough... If Ian can phone me on cue, he can back me up later as well." He drew her naked body to him and his kiss to her mouth was long and soft. She clung to him needily in response. "God this is so wrong, but I can't help it," he whispered to her. "I shouldn't be doing this to you."

"I want you to do it to me," she breathed. "Lots."

"Not that, the whole thing. Amy, she's your friend. Mel... Oh God, Mel... I've got to get back..."

Ali helped him scrub up, hoped he could cover his - well - his fuckedness with confidence and bluster. "When can we do this again?" She knew it was selfish, reckless and horrible, but she could help herself, it seemed, no more than he.

"Early morning run?" he suggested, just before leaving.

David's rigorous physical attentions, the intensity of his emotion, filled Ali's mind all night, sleeping and waking. She did not believe there would be any morning run, was sure in fact that some wifely intuition on Melanie's part would expose their risky liaison. He was waiting for her outside the hotel at 7.30am however, calm and reassuring.




Summer of Amy's Dad



"I had to manufacture a serious staffing crisis at the Bayou," he explained to her as they set off. "It's lucky I have an understanding friend as head chef. It's all okay, but if you can, slip in separately from me when we get back and pass yourself off as just having got up for breakfast." He winked at her, and all her reservations at the risks being taken were swept away on a wave of naughty affection. She was out running with her handsome illicit lover, their banter now fired by shared explicit memories.

"Did you have sweet dreams of yesterday's fitness training?"

"Yes, but I woke up feeling awfully stiff."

"Did you now? Poor boy. I'm a very good physio. I'm sure I could work all that stiffness away."

"Sounds wonderful. I know just where you can practise your technique. Somewhere with a little privacy..."

"Really? God, please show me."

There was a stand of myrtle trees half a mile beyond their stopping point of three days prior and she ran the extra distance with him gladly, both knowing to what end. They caught their breath in the midst of the semi-shielding trunks, then he kissed her hard, wrenched her shorts down and fucked her hard against one of the trunks, as she clenched his back. After, they stood silent for a moment, nuzzling each other's neck.

Scarce a soul was around, certainly no one who knew them or cared, so caution-be-damned they stripped completely and went swimming, splashing and laughing, the early morning sun refracting on the waves all around them. They pulled their running clothes onto their wet bodies and jogged back, the sweat of exertion enhanced by the glow of their shared secret. Ali ducked round the back of the hotel and sneaked to her room - pretended successfully she had lain in bed late, recovering from her heatstroke. She was to have no more alone-time with David that day.

A precedent had been set and for three further days they would run two and a half miles of beach and back, just so they could couple amongst the trees. Holidays were their own reality, right? Self-contained bubbles, floating separate from the rest of one's existence. If that were true, then the pre-breakfast runs became their bubble-within-a-bubble. It was their time - everything after became too risky. Ali palled about with Amy, David playing minder to them both. Melanie joined in now when they swam or went exploring, but left them to it when they tried skuba or surfing. The girls' friendship acted as cover. All sparring and significant glances between Ali and David were saved for that precious sinful hour just after dawn.

The heat continued to burn in their encounters, but there was an added playfulness now that they had got their heads around the fact they were actually fucking. Ali revelled in their outdoor nudity - became progressively shameless about it. She took to teasing David's erect cock with the pressing attentions of her ass-cleft, one arm hooked back around his neck, head resting on his chest. "I want to be such a bad girl for you," she would say, pushing her rump backward into him to make him groan. Or she would writhe her serpentine body down him, raking her nails over his nipples, trailing her own rigid peaks down his stomach as she sank to her knees. Then she would gobble him up and spoil him with her mouth. She'd peer up at him from under her fringe and work at being the good little cock-sucker she felt he deserved, try and slurp away the vestiges of guiltiness which clung to him during their time together.

David would reciprocate on his own knees, let her hook her legs around his shoulders and press her against a tree trunk as he tongued her to orgasm. She loved reaping the benefit of his mouth's experience - the care and relish with which he stimulated all her throbbing parts, the vigour with which his tongue thrashed her clit. The fact that she got to cry her ecstasy to the open-air only enhanced her blissful climax.

He took her in every position the trees and sandy earth allowed, those mornings, and each conjoining of their bodies was wild in its excitement. Those times were as brief as they were intense, frsutratingly so. Ali wanted to luxuriate in nakedness with David, wanted them to lie together and hold each other and laugh, till they glided into a second more languid fuck. Such luxury eluded them, until four days after the bathroom encounter.

"Amy wants to go see the Makronissos Tombs down by the village this evening," Melanie announced as they all had lunch together. "Apparently it's really spectacular at sunset. You want to join us, Ali?"

"Well I would..." Ali studiously kept her eyes off David. "I've arranged to go out clubbing." Amy looked at her in sudden beaming interest over her kalamari.

"Darling, you're coming along?"

"If I feel up to it," David replied, non-committal. "I might be a bit worn out with sports. I mean it sounds fun and I'd hate to miss out..." He glanced hopefully at his wife.

"I know. You and your love of Ancient Greek history, it's why you came here." Melanie shook her head in mock-despondence, then ruffled his hair forgivingly. "Forget the bones. You just relax your poor weary self if you must." Ali smiled, but not at Melanie's irony.

Amy leaned over to her confidentially. "You've met someone, haven't you?" Ali tried to look uncomprehending, but Amy was grinning widely. "I've known there was something these past few days. You've been different from before. I just know there's something you're not telling me!"

"It's... There's... no one in particular." Ali felt almost rumbled. She wondered what she should make up.

"I so don't believe you. You're meeting him tonight, aren't you? Is it that Greek guy - Thanos - who was chatting you up in Kool? No, it's the DJ, isn't it?"

"It's no one, really, I'm just... having fun."

"Then you don't mind if I catch up with you when mum and I get back from the Tombs? I won't be playing gooseberry?" Amy's eyes were still glinting mischievously.

"Of course not." Ali gave her young friend a reassuring smile, but her thoughts were very far from teaming up with Amy. Her mind and body were thrilling to the prospect of - well - not exactly an evening with David, but the nearest best thing.

Her time on the beach and amongst the waves were a positive joy with what was in prospect. As she waded from the surf, her inner glow radiated to rival the Mediterranean sun.

"Your room, six-thirty?" David asked casually as he towelled down next to her. It was the time Amy and her mum needed to be on the coach which would whisk them away on their trip.

"I'll be there." She was sure her face did not betray a flicker. Inwardly she was the Cheshire Cat on amphetamine.

By six-thirty Ali was showered, primped and barefoot in a black lacy half-cup brassiere and matching French-cut panties. There was familiar trepidation as she awaited the soft footfall outside, the pushing wide of her cracked door. This time she waited for David behind the bedroom door, allowed him to stroll tentatively inside, then pounced on him, wrapping him up in her limbs, hair flailing around his face and lingerie-clad curves crushed to his shirted front. His jeans were already bulging for her as they spun laughing through the room, landing in a happy tangle on her sofa. They kissed and he made her jump with the touch against her lower spine of the chilled screw-top white wine he had brought.

"I think this evening should be a proper celebration, don't you, Ali?" He lay back as though basking in her naughty presence while she fetched plastic cups. She sat in his waiting lap, nestling her bum into his denim-straining erection as he poured. "To us," he grinned, and they both sipped, eyeing each other jubilantly. Tonight there was no rush. They could entwine, talking flirtatious nonsense about life and work and school, seducing each other slowly and deliciously. The entire bottle of wine was downed as they bathed in each other's hot company, supremely relaxed and assured of crazy sex to come.

David set aside his empty cup and traced the lacy upper ridge of Ali's bra. "Where the hell did you come from?" he asked in soft-voiced wonder.

Ali teased a tuft of his chest hair through his now unbuttoned shirt. "London Borough of Islington," she smirked. "You could come and visit me there."

David's smile did not falter, but his voice did a little. "You know I'd love to..."

"But... not a good idea, right?"

"It's... Well... Things might not be perfect all the time between me and Melanie, but I still..."

"You still love her, I know. That's good. I'm glad." Ali felt it was her moment to be grown up, to hide how crestfallen she felt.

David seemed to pick up on it and drew his fingertips across her collar bone to her neck. "You drive me insane, Ali, you know that? You don't know what you make me feel." His words quiet and intense. "You've done something to me nothing else has - not all my training, not the restaurant, not... not anything. I feel re-energised. Revitalised. It's... I can just feel the energy pumping through me when I'm with you. It's amazing."

"Show me." She felt like her body was starting to combust all over again at his words. "Show me all that energy, David. Show me what I do to you..."

He took her face in both hands and kissed her, strumming her lips gently with his tongue. "Take off those lacy little bits and pieces," he instructed softly. "I want to make you feel good first."

"You always make me feel good," she said beathily, springing her bra. She shrugged it off and wriggled her ass out of her panties as well, still sitting there in his lap. "There, all nice and bare, just how you like me. What now?" His hands strayed about her naked flesh and she shivered in anticipation.

"Go fetch some lotion, something I can apply. This pretty body needs some proper attention. Then go lie face-down on the bed."

She fairly skipped to the bathroom and back, brandishing a bottle of baby oil on her return. "This do? Going to rub me down, daddy?"

"Christ, don't call me that," he warned, and she regretted it instantly. His hand, sharp on her bottom, however, swatted her faux pas clean from her mind. "Now get your grown-up college-girl ass to that bed." She squealed in delight as he chased her there.

"Please take your clothes off too," she begged excitedly, as she prostrated herself atop her single bed. "I want my masseur to be naked."

"Whatever the client wants," he grinned, and he stripped rapidly. She stared enchanted at his erect cock, bobbing inches from her face, as he brushed her hair free and dripped oil between her shoulder blades. She wanted to reach out and touch, to lean across and capture him in her mouth, but she resisted the urge and gave herself up to his attentions as he smoothed the warm fluid about her back. "This is our night to indulge ourselves," he told her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her hips.

She felt his hands knead her shoulders - they were supple and strong and they eased out all the tension of her windsurf afternoon. She moaned release into her pillow as he took gentle charge of her body. His expert fingers might have lulled her to sleep, she thought, had it not been for the wild sensation which his touch brought about in her loins. The knowledge that David was forked nude above her with that beautiful big dick thrusting out in front of him enhanced the feeling. He shifted position, kneeling between her legs so he could access her back with his firm hands.

"How'd you get so good at this?" she groaned in a mild ecstasy, as his fingers worked their way down her vertebrae to her lower back.

"Skill I picked up in college," he explained, as he completed the unknotting of her spine just above her ass-crack. He poured more oil and swept upwards with both hands, moving out from the central ridge to encompass her entire back in gliding circular motions. "Even took a few classes."

"Bet you put it to good use," she mumbled hazily. "Fucked a bunch of girls with this as your warm-up."

"A few," he admitted lightly, "before I started dating Melanie..." He adjusted again, so he could start from the jutting peak of her gluteus muscles, swoop the heels of his palms all the way down the valley of her lower back, then spread out over the smooth upland plain to her shoulder blades.

"God that's good, so fucking sexy," she breathed. She could feel his balls and hard shaft brushing between her cheeks now, as he slid low into the move. Then a sharp intake of her breath as his hands slid under and cupped her breasts tightly, his loins still pressed to the firm padding of her rump. "God, David, is that proper massage technique?"

"No..." There was wicked amusement in his voice. "It's just me gratuitously groping your tits. Sorry, I'll behave."

"Shit, please, don't on my account..."

But he had already let her go and dropped off the end of the bed. "I'll work from the bottom up. Your feet, that is." His foot massage was exquisite. It made her want to writhe like a playful kitten as he worked the pressure points of her left sole, before following a firm deliberate course up her leg, kneading the calf and thigh muscles deep. He stopped short of her buttock and repeated the whole move for her right leg, till his fingers massaged into the crease beneath her cheek.

"Come on, just grab my ass," she pleaded. "We both know that's all you want to do." She felt oil drizzle over both her orbs and then he seized them, firm hands moulding and enjoying her bum's fullness. He squeezed her cheeks with delectation, manipulating in slow circles and drawing her naughtily apart, no doubt to expose the delights tucked away between. Her whole body wriggled under his touch, neck stretching against the pillow in response, nipples poking into the fabric of the bed cover, as his thumbs delved. He was poking into her wetness now, then for increased access climbing off the bed, so he could draw aside and raise one thigh, parting her legs wide.  Ali felt utterly exposed to her sensual masseur, every slick fold of her cunt stretched out before him. He was palming his slippery way up her inner thigh, then changing tack, skating from above, diving down the chasm of her ass cheeks over her tiny rear hole and plunging a long finger into her pussy. "That's it," he was saying, in a voice radiating firmness of purpose. "That's what you want, right?" And he was so on the money. He wiggled the digit inside her, testing her tightness before sinking further, hand clamped to her cheeks as his finger busied itself in a jabbing motion. Her voice sounded forth her body's ache as he plucked himself out, rubbed briskly back and forth over her slimed lips and clitoris, before thrusting the finger easily back inside with an accompanying second.  "Ohhhh God..." Fuck, she needed to access her clit, but her lover had that sorted as well, thumb reaching for her swollen nub and giving it all the friction it needed. "Baby, baby..." she sobbed, pumped and ripe and ready.

David had all bases covered and he knew it. "Going to come for me, darling? Let me see you, Ali, I want to watch you get off..."  "Oh God yeah, all over you, all over your... your... Oh oh ohhhhhhh..." She spasmed long and hard against the covers, her cunt pouring out its liquid love all over his naughty molesting hand. Sweetness - God, a sweetness like she had never known.  The quaking had hardly subsided when he rolled her over, feeding his soaked fingers into her mouth. She licked herself up greedily, making show of what an eager slut she could be for him. Look at me. How good I am. You don't want to give this up... not just yet, do you? He raised her up from the bed and drew her face to his, praising her for how damned hot she was in between effusive kisses. She gripped his head with one hand and ran the other freely over his proud cock and heavy balls. "Let me make you feel good now. Let me sit on this..."  How selfish of her, how wicked, to wheedle and seduce her way onto his big, thick member so quickly. David wasn't calling her on her plan, however, although he made one slight adjustment. "Not that way," he said, as she moved to wrap herself around him. He guided her about instead, so that she tottered unsteadily, her back to him as he sat there on the bed's end. "Now bring that pussy down."

His hands were on her hips, already guiding her into place. Her lips were slick around him and she slid down easily onto that big pole, her bottom moulding itself into the waiting seat of his loins as he filled her. What a gorgeous experience - to be slotted firmly down on David Gosling, leaning back into his chest, his hands on her hips and his breath flowing all over her neck. She wanted to view it from outside, wished there were a reflective surface nearer, because they must look so damn beautiful together.

David was commencing to thrust and she wanted it badly, but he deserved that she work for him a little. "No baby, stay still. Let me." She braced her thighs against his, pressed her feet on the floor and began to move on him, shunting herself up and down, so he would feel her slippery walls all over his hard surface. "You like that?" His breathy croak was all the reply she needed. She speeded up, established a steady rhythm, tightening her cunt muscles to massage her lover's cock like he needed her to. The fact that she was taking him so deep on each descent, what a fabulous bonus. No good deed unrewarded.

He gripped her harder as though to speed up her motion, but she chastened him. "Bad boy, you do what I say now." God, she heard herself calling shots. How audacious, what a little sex-bomb she was becoming! "Lie back and enjoy, David," she insisted. "Let me do this..." He let go and allowed his body to drop away from her. She leaned forward, so that her cunt prised his cock from his stomach. Pressing firmly on his thighs, she slid smoothly up and down him, loving that stretching thickness, as her slick interior glided all over it. She imagined what this would look like to his eager eyes - his own handsome length swallowed up, then reappearing hard and glistening from her wet hole. Her tightly-sprung little bumhole on lewd display, between her stretched cheeks.

"You like that, baby? You getting a good view?"

"Ohhh fuck yes, it's amazing..." Raw lust in his voice, a man turned-on beyond reason. How she loved that she could do this to him. She began teasing with her pussy - wriggling herself when sunk down to the base and slithering all over his glans when almost drawn off. His groans were increasing in their desperation and when she peered around, his hands were clapped to his face in seething frustration. Ali felt like she were riding a volcano and she so wanted to be there when it went off.

"You liking that, baby? That making you feel good?"

"God, you have no idea..."

"What do you want to do to me?"

"You know exactly what..."

"You want to fuck this? You want to fuck this bad little bitch?"

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Ali could almost hear the cartoon growl just before he reared up, grabbed her hips and skewered her deep. She howled and shook, hair dancing around him as he pulled her tight and thrust. A few strokes proved the position insufficient for desire this fierce, so her pushed her off, slid from under her and flung her back onto the bed. Ali squealed as she landed on her back, David hoisting and spreading her legs. He refitted himself swiftly, urgently to her cunt, then gripping her by the upper thighs, slammed himself all the way back inside, her legs splayed either side.

Now he had the leverage he needed. Now her ass was braced hard against him so he could drive his pelvis fast and hard, spearing her like she knew he craved. God, she wished he could fuck her like this forever. She had a brief image of him standing tall, loins powering into her like he were possessed, chest-hair matting with sweat and face set like a warring neanderthal. Then she could not even focus - could only fall back onto the linen surface, at the mercy of this great ravishing dick and the demented husband and father on the other end of it. She reached between her legs to her pulsing clit and needed to strum on it so very little before she burst into second orgasm. David reamed her out all the way through it - she gushed crazily all over a cock that felt like it were trying to split her.




Summer of Amy's Dad



"God, I'm going to come so hard, so fucking hard..." David's voice was fevered, as though his own performance amazed him.

"In my mouth..." She felt barely conscious in her own throes, but it came back to her, something it had occurred to her to do for him, something she wanted to do. "You want to come in my mouth?"

"Christ, yes..." He pulled out and wrenched her up by the hair, wanking his bulged, purpling cock the rest of the way, right in front of her face. "Suck on it, quick," he told her, and her lips opened to capture his imminent surge.

From the other end of the room there was the sound as of someone's tread, and it occurred to Ali as her mouth reached, that she had not checked, not absolutely, that her door was locked. Her eyes glanced past David's rampant organ... and lit on Amy. The sixteen-year-old was wandering into the room as though drawn inexorably by what she had heard from the doorway, by sounds she could not accept were real. Ali drew back in sharp terror from the twitching head of the girl's father's cock. She had a split-second to take in her friend's look of dawning horror, before she was blinded by the splatter of projectile cum against her face.

Thought was all but erased as David's furious hot load hosed into her, his voice crying out raw and guttural as his orgasm burst, spurt on spurt, all over her helpless visage. It seemed a vast inundation, exploding in her eyes and against her nose, firing salty into her open mouth. But some fragment of her mind clung to the dreadful truth that Amy was witnessing this obscene act and all its messy consequences.

The sticky offering subsided and frantically she wiped the glutinous mess from her eyes, blinking through the stinging sensation. David was staring in disbelief over his shoulder, the last of his spunk still oozing from his cock. Amy just stood, horribly transfixed by the vision of her naked father, his semen splashed copiously all over the face, dribbling from the mouth of her new best friend. Then with no more than an appalled whimper, she turned and fled the room.

"Amy..." David remained frozen in a half-turn for a moment, before staring down at himself as though this were a waking nightmare. Ali felt it too - like a hideous dream of public exposure. "Oh my God," he was muttering. "Oh fuck, what have I done?" His voice rose to a pitch of anguish. For a moment his eyes rested on his own sticky clinging delivery all over Ali's face and tits. "This is so fucked up..."

He grabbed pieces of clothing, began to struggle desperately into them. "Got to find her..." Ali was snapped out of her stupor by his actions and she ran to the bathroom, heart pounding with the horrific implications of what had just occurred. She scrubbed herself free of sperm at the basin, as though that would do some good. By the time she had finished, David was rushing out. He paused briefly to look at her, as she stood naked and dripping, and went to say something - but words failed.

"Just go catch her up," Ali said simply, and watched him rush out to track down his daughter. To find her before she got to Melanie. Though what, wondered Ali, could he possibly say?

She dressed rapidly in jeans, tee-shirt and trainers, practical unsexy clothes. Then she cleaned up the room frantically, tidied away the evidence after the event. The futility of her actions crashed in on her and she dropped to the sofa, face in hands and almost weeping. Her holiday dream, her fiery passionate affair, turned all to ashes in an instant. She scanned the situation wildly in her mind, following stupid, useless cul-de-sacs of possible action. There was nothing she could do here, fuck all to remedy the disaster she had just helped create. She had to get out. Out of the hotel, the resort, the whole damned island. Leave poor David and his family and this entire fucked mess behind. It seemed the act of a coward, but in truth what other option had she?

She phoned reception and asked them to book a taxi to Larnaca Airport. Her voice trembled, she could hardly string words together, make herself understood. She had to leave immediately, she explained, something had happened. No, nothing to do with the hotel, just something personal. "Please, just book the taxi, get it here as soon as possible!" All her stuff she piled into her suitcase carelessly. She could not remember afterwards how she had made it all fit, minus the hairdryer, which she had to leave behind. Hell, what did it matter? Clutching suitcase and shoulder bag, travel documents at the ready, she made her tentative path to elevator, then reception, scouting about all the time for those she now had to avoid.

At the hotel desk, waiting for news of her taxi, her worst fears were realised. "Ali?" She whirled around, startled to see Melanie. Amy's mum was staring at her curiously. "Ali, what's the matter?"

"I'm... I'm..." Total blank. No idea what to say. "Aren't you... Aren't you with Amy?"

"No, she rushed ahead. I met Cheryl Richardson and we went for a quick drink. I think Amy was more interested in a night out with you than the Tombs. Ali, what's wrong? What, you're leaving?"

A further moment's stunned silence. Then: "It's my dad." The thought came as though from nowhere. "He's ill. Really ill. Mum just called. I've got to go home. I... I... I'm sorry..."

"Sweetheart! Don't be sorry!" Melanie overflowed with concern. "You poor poor thing. Is there anything I can do?"

"No, no, it's okay... There's a taxi outside. I've got to go..."

"Of course you do. Come here, darling." David's wife wrapped her arms around Ali, who hugged back miserably, blinking away tears. She realised she had spent days gathering reasons to dislike this woman, all of them bogus. Before she could protest, Melanie had taken hold of her suitcase. "Let me help you with this." There was no preventing it, so she allowed Amy's mum to help her outside to where the taxi had just pulled up. "I'll explain everything to Amy," Melanie assured her, gripping both her shoulders. "She'll be in touch, you can be sure of that. You just get on your way, alright? Go be with your family."

"Thanks," Ali gulped, and turned away, tears rolling. The driver was already lifting her case into the back. A desperate thought struck her and she pulled her phone from her bag, pausing just one heart-thudding moment before calling David. As it rang three, four, five times she wondered where he might be, if he was with Amy, if his phone were on silent... Then the call was answered and Amy's voice poured out of the earpiece like Ali had never heard it before.

"Ali? What the hell do you think you're doing calling? Stay away from my dad! Stay the fuck away from all of us, you poisonous bitch!"

"Amy... Amy, I'm sorry... It just happened, don't blame your dad, it's all my fault... Please say nothing to your mum, it won't help..."

"Don't you tell me what to do! You've no fucking right! And you're damned right it's your fault!" The girl's voice was virtually shrieking with tearful rage. "I thought you were my friend and... and all the time you just wanted this, you just used me, used me to... to... You've ruined everything, you evil, horrible, backstabbing..."

Ali heard a tussle over the phone and David's voice pleading, desperate in the background. "Amy, that's enough, that's enough, please love..." He had wrested the apparatus to himself. "Ali, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've got to go..."

"David, listen, please..." She had to try and salvage what she could. "I spoke to Melanie, she doesn't know. I told her my dad's sick and I'm flying home... I didn't mean this to happen, David..."

Amy's voice was in the background, near-hysterical. "Daddy, don't talk to her! Don't even talk to her..."

"Sorry Ali, sorry... I've got to go."

The call ended, leaving Ali in ruins - as much from Amy's searing hatred as from the thought she was leaving David behind. She sobbed to the airport and could scarcely stop during her flight-booking. Then an all-night wait on standby, during which gloomy numbness set in. And finally flight BA233, the long-haul home. Or at least it seemed long, interminably so.

The plane's battle with turbulence following her exchange with the flight attendant barely registered in Ali's mind. An entire ten-days' saga of secrecy, excitement and lust reeled through her mind as they were buffeted about, all her memories tainted by those final awful moments. The terrible responsibility for what she had done to Amy and David, probably to Melanie, settled on her like lead. But when the journey smoothed out and the seatbelt signs plinked off, she still went to the toilet cubicle and frigged herself silly to a kaleidoscope of erotic images, remembering David's cock frantic inside her and that terrible aghast look on Amy's face. She cried and cried even as she came and it was some sort of release.

As the plane taxied down a Heathrow runway she checked her phone and found a brief text from David: Don't blame yourself, darling. All my fault. Take care x. It was sweet of him, he was such a sweet, darling man, and with the swell of affection came an accompanying stab of pain. But she didn't believe the words, not for a moment. The feelings which still clamoured within her were the reason for all this. Why had she teased him, why had she thought it was so grown up? To flirt with and to court what could only ever have ended in disaster. She wondered exactly what degree of devastation she had left behind.

Her tread was heavy as she walked from the fuselage and down the steps into watery English sunshine. The flight had landed safely, but Ali's summer adventure had crashed and burned. She longed for sleep and then to sob out the whole sorry tale to Sara, the only person she felt she would ever tell. What a complicated business, she thought wearily, to be human, to be adult. So fraught with contradictions and overwhelming urges. And what an amazing, scary, terrible thing was lust.

Ali Fisher walked into the beginnings of her new life feeling saddened and broken and genuinely, painfully grown-up.



Summer of Awakenings



Young Korean Woman named Sun Suk Experiences Love and Sex for the First Time (written base on a friend's actual first time with a little bit of my personality and fantasy thrown in).

Every summer since coming to America at age 3, I have return to my native country of South Korea. I usually spend about a month catching up with my relatives and friends before return to the good old USA. Returning home after vacation can be both positive and negative. Sometimes vacation so great, you never want it to end. Usually though it still nice to get back home and back in swing of things (reality). The summer of my 18th birthday, my life change completely.

My name is Sun Suk, and graduating from high school might not sound like a huge deal to you, but for me it was everything. When my mother was young in Korea, she was unable to finish school as she had to work to help her family get by. She ended up working in tourist bar near one of the U.S. Air Force bases where she met my father. My father, I am told, was an American pilot. He left my mother and Korea shortly before I was born. I always thought that was his loss not staying to meet me. 

When I was 3, my uncle sponsor my mother and me to allow us to come to America to live with him and his wife. From very first day of kindergarten, my mother made school my priority in life. She tell me if I ever want to get anywhere in life, school is the place to start.   

During each school year, my nights after school were spent studying. Only chance I really had to spend with other kids was during school recess. Saturdays, if I was all caught up with my homework, I would spend with my mother. Since we were rather poor, we usually just spend day cleaning or talking. On Sundays, my mother volunteered most of her time with the church. After morning service, I was usually allowed to spend the rest of day with my aunt and uncle. Since my uncle was a huge sports fan, I became one as well (especially football).

When I was 15, the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school, my grandfather died. My mother return to Korea to help my grandmother take care of the family clothing store. My mother insisted I finish school in the states, so I spend rest of high school living with my aunt and uncle. They were a little less strict than my Mother, so I was able to get little more involved in school activities. I began play volleyball and made the varsity team. The captain of the team’s name was Brenda. I am not sure why, but we quickly became friends. 

We were like complete opposites. Brenda was a senior, 5’10 with beautiful long blonde hair, green eyes, and a body that make any girl envious (36C-24-36). I was sophomore and barely 5’ in my shoes with short, dark hair, brown eyes, and barely an “A” cup breasts. The only thing we had in common was volleyball. I was the team’s best setter, and she was best hitter/spiker. Brenda was always dating some great looking guy who would take her to the school dances. She always talk me into go to dance with them. I loved going to the dances, as a few guys would always ask me to dance. To be honest, I think Brenda talk them into ask me so she could sneak off and make out with her date.

When Brenda graduate that year and go off to college, I thought my life was ruined. She only went down the hill to USC, but it might has well have been another country. I continued playing volleyball over next two years, but faded slightly from other school activities. The family clothing store in Korea was doing great, and my mother ask me what college I want to attend as she now had the money. All I could think of was USC. Brenda and I had kept in touch with emails and every once in awhile she even stop by to visit. My good grades, good SAT score, and the fact that I was California resident quickly got me accepted to USC.

After I graduate from high school, Brenda invite me down to campus to look around. It was great hanging out with her again. Brenda was dating a football player named Brad. He was beautiful as she was; he had blonde hair, blue eyes, over 6’ tall and was very muscular. Just see them kiss made me wet between my legs as I imagined it was me he was kissing. Brenda show me around campus and asked if I wanted to room with her when we started up in the fall. I quickly agreed, and she gave me a key to her room. We then parted ways for the summer.

My trip to Korea that summer was great. With family business prospering, my mother had bought beautiful new home with air conditioning and all the modern conveniences I was used to back in the states. All my family and friends were so proud of me for graduate high school in America. It was a great vacation. 

I even spend a week with a girlfriend of mine named Kwang Hi, who live down by Osan Air Base in a town called Songtan. She work as dancer in one of the tourist bars, and was dating a guy named Steve who was officer from the base. One night I got a little drunk in the bar Kwang Hi work in and dance on the stage myself in one of her sexy little outfits. It was so erotic dance in front of the American GIs. One of Steve’s friends, named Tony, bought me a couple of drinks. When the bar closed, the four of us went back to Kwang Hi’s place. 

I had kissed a guy before, but was very naïve when it came to sex. When Steve and Kwang Hi went into the bedroom, Tony and I start to make out on the couch. One of his hands was under my shirt squeeze my breasts while the other rub between my legs. I was so drunk and turned on; I was thinking about letting him take my virginity. Tony was a lot drunker than I was, however, and before we even got our clothes off, he was running into the bathroom to puke. So much for my first sexual experience. I was thinking maybe I would be a virgin for the rest of my life. Little did I know how wrong I was.

A week later, I was back in states packing my stuff for college. I decided to go down to USC a week early and get move in and situated as I hate to wait until the last minute. Brenda had told me she probably wouldn’t get back from vacation until the Friday or Saturday before classes start as she had already pre-registered. The campus was already buzzing when I arrive with some people moving in and others taking classes through the summer session. When I unlocked and open door and step inside, I could not believe my eyes.

Brad was sitting on a chair next to Brenda’s bed. Brenda was naked and was kneel before him sucking his cock. She was so into what she was doing, she not even realize I was stand there until Brad stopped her. “Come over here Sun Suk,” she said. I was so mesmerized by the sight before me, I could barely move. She got up and came over to me. She close the door, took my hand, and led me over to Brad. His cock was beautiful as the rest of his body. Brenda then taught me how to suck a cock. I remember how good it felt as it throb in my mouth. We took turns sucking his lovely dick until he cum all over us. It was an exhilarating experience. 

Brad then got up to get a beer from the refrigerator. Brenda and I licked the remainder of his cum from each other. Then she kiss me. It was so soft and erotic, different from any other kiss I experience. The kiss became deeper as we pull off my clothes, forgetting that Brad was even in the room. Brad sat back down in and watch us as he drank his beer. Brenda kiss her way down my body, sucking and gently biting my nipples along the way. When her tongue touch my pussy, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was incredible how quickly her tongue move, and very quickly I was cumming for the first time. I had played with myself before, but I never been able to make myself cum.



Afterwards we kiss again and it only felt natural for me to return the favor. I copied what Brenda had done to me and kiss my way down her body. I think from the first time I had seen her body naked in the shower after volleyball practice; I had wanted to touch her breasts. They were so much bigger than mine. I squeezed them and sucked and gently bit her nipples until she was moaning aloud. When she push my head further down, I kissed my way down to her beautiful pussy. Brenda’s pussy was shaved, and as my tongue slipped inside, the taste was wonderful. I again copy her motions from before and even stuck a finger inside to play with her. When she began to cum, her legs wrap around my neck and her hands held my face tightly against her pussy. She nearly smother me, but I almost came again as waves of her orgasm slip through her body.

Brenda then asked Brad to join us in her bedroom. I watch closely as he remove his clothes revealing his hairy body to me. The two of them began to touch and kiss my body. I was so anxious that I nearly came when he finally move on top of me and she rub his dick against my wetness. She then kiss me deeply as he slowly push into me. The intense pleasure that I felt with them completely outweighed the pain as he broke through my hymen and buried his cock inside me. Brenda smile and move back to watch as Brad continue to have his way with me. He teased me at first as he fucked me ever so slowly. My orgasm came very naturally as I wrap my legs around him tightly. When it subsided, his speed steadily increased until his balls smack loudly against my ass. With one final smack, he pulled out and moved up my body spraying my breasts with his hot cum. I took him in my mouth and drank the last few drops.

Brad and Brenda spend most the rest of the week teach me many different positions and ways to enjoy sex. Once she even wear strap-on and fuck me from behind as I suck her boyfriend’s beautiful cock. Brad then left us to go back home to Colorado as he had already finished his degree over the summer session. I joined Brenda on the volleyball squad, and we were #4 in the country that year. Brenda and I were both a little more mature now, and she taught me so many things during my freshman year. She end up graduate a year early and moving on with her life. 

I think I will always miss her because, in a way, she was my first love. We still kept in touch through email for awhile after she left California, but you know how that rarely lasts very long. I am glad I was at least able to spend one year of college with Brenda. She help me to come out of my shell for good. I am still little shy, but not nearly as much as that naïve little girl that began playing volleyball with her in high school.     



I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to give me honest feedback. Thank you; more parts to follow in future.