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Catalyst

By: xyster



It was my friend Samantha who planted the seed in my head. 

She was visiting me one Saturday morning and as usual we were sitting on my balcony, drinking coffee and gossiping, when my son called from the backyard. I looked down to see what he wanted and Samantha got up from her chair and went to the edge of the balcony to look at him with me. He was about to mow the lawn and wanted to know if it would be okay with us if he started the lawnmower or would the noise disturb us. I told him to carry on and turned my attention towards Samantha. 

She was still looking at him. I waited for her to come back to her chair before we could resume our conversation. She didn’t budge. She continued standing there looking down at my son as I heard the lawnmower start and come to a steady level of noise. I became curious—and a bit startled at the same time. I didn’t like the way she was so engrossed and I definitely didn’t like the simper on her lips. Knowing that her attention was on my son, I became a bit protective. My voice must have betrayed that protectiveness when I said, “Come, Samantha. Sit down, enough already.”

She looked at me rather coyly and said, “Come here, I want to ask you something.”

Reluctantly I got up and stood next to her. My son was pushing the lawnmower effortlessly from one end to the other. He had taken his T-shirt off and there were streaks of perspiration running down his back and his stomach. His hair were wet at the base and combed back, probably with his hands, as drops ran down onto his neck. 

“What?” I asked.

“That,” She pointed at my son. “Don’t you just want to maul that body?”

I slapped her on the side of her arm, “Watch it, now. He is my son.”

“Yes, I know, but don’t you ever get tempted to teach him a thing or two that he normally wouldn’t learn in college.”

“You have no shame,” I laughed, “no shame at all.”

She turned towards me, grabbed my hands and said, “No, I am serious. I mean, don’t you ever just want to sneak into his bed at night and have your way with him.” She looked very serious indeed and that worried me.

“No, I don’t.” I pulled my hands out of hers and pushed her towards her chair. “Now, stop that nonsense.”

“Well, if you don’t, then can I?” She laughed. “Just let me in one night and point his room out to me. I’ll take it from there.”

I laughed with her, relieved that it probably was just a joke. “I don’t think he can handle you.”

She broke down, “I am so frustrated. I am sorry about what I said.”

“It’s okay, Sam. It’s okay.” I comforted her, knowing full well what she meant.

When she left, I got up with her and walked her out to her car. Her words were still ringing in my ears when I came back to the balcony to clear up. As I gathered the dishes, I unconsciously looked down onto the backyard again. He had finished mowing the lawn and was now busy weeding. I watched for a split second as his shoulder blades showed pushing and pulling movement as the little hand shovel dug into the soft soil. I then jerked my head to clear her words out and quickly took the dishes down to the kitchen.

As I stood at the sink washing them, I looked up and found myself looking at my son again through the window. He had finished weeding and was now watering the flower beds. It looked like he had intentionally splashed some water onto his body. There were streaks of water on his arms, stomach and chest. There were drops of mist on his face and hair. Normally I would have just smiled at his playfulness, but today I felt somewhat uncomfortable, even guilty. I couldn’t help but remember Sam’s engrossed look as I saw a drop or two hanging on his lips. Two things came to mind quickly: One, why was he using the hose when we had sprinklers, and two, why was I washing dishes by hand when we had a dishwasher. I quickly left the kitchen and went to my bedroom, cursing Samantha under my breath for putting her thoughts into my head.

Around four or so in the evening, as I was trying to get through a ton of laundry, he came to the garage and said, “I am going out, mom.”

As I saw him standing in the doorway, dressed in slacks and shirt, wearing dress shoes, hair combed with a part on one side, and a tuft of hair hanging on his forehead nuzzling his right eyebrow, I understood for the first time what Samantha was talking about. 

“Have fun, honey.” I tried to be as nonchalant as possible as I turned my attention immediately to the washing machine. I was unable to look him in the eyes for some reason.

When I heard the front door shut close, I ran to the garage door. There was a stepladder next to the tools counter. I quickly grabbed it and used it to look through one of the glass panes on top of the door. His car was parked across the road to keep it safe from the lawnmower. He took long and confident steps as he walked towards it. I saw him press the remote to unlock the car. I saw him open the door and swing his head from left to right to look around before getting into the car. That tuft of hair swung in the opposite direction. The movement of his head was so sensuous that something snapped inside of me, or maybe something came right, I don’t know, but I almost slapped myself for the thoughts that were now echoing Samantha’s words.

He was big and strong and looked like a man. I felt warm around my neck and my heart skipped a beat or two as I realized that my reaction was so foreign, yet so vaguely familiar. I felt ashamed at the sweet pain that had suddenly started to emanated from my heart. My legs felt weak at the realization that a certain part of my being hadn’t died those many years ago; instead it was alive and well and able to kick-start at the slightest nostalgic provocation.

It was my son—for God’s sake—that was the catalyst to bring those feelings out that I had buried deep within my frozen self, and it wouldn’t have been possible without Sam, although her contribution was minute compared to the outcome. As I stepped down, I was feeling guilty, again, and very ashamed. I took a few deep breaths to calm down and quickly came back to the machine to get my mind off the subject. 

My heart skipped another beat when the first thing I took out of the basket turned out to be my son’s briefs. I had touched his underwear many times in the past, but this time I felt warm all over as I felt the fabric in my hand. I felt weird at the realization that I was holding something that had been so intimate with my son, well, actually with that man that had caused such a sweet reaction in me. This time I cursed myself, and I cursed aloud. Why the hell was I reacting like a school girl and why was my reaction so strong, so quickly? I had no answer.

I struggled to force my hand to put that garment in the machine. Instead my hand brought it closer to my face. The shame became unbearable as I stretched my hand on the inside and felt the place where his penis must have rested and took a strong, deep inhalation of the hormones still present in the fabric. It felt nice and arousing and erotic and overwhelming and hugely shameful. I quickly threw the briefs towards the washing machine and ran inside the house.

The shame, the guilt, and yes, the excitement stayed with me throughout the evening and throughout the weekend. I stayed out of his way as I tried to get Samantha’s voice out of my head. I had cursed her repeatedly throughout the weekend for the great injustice she had done me. She had changed my son into a man. She had changed me into a woman, instead of a mom. She had taken away the shield that had kept him an innocent little boy in my eyes. She had replaced my son with an attractive, young college boy, whose mere thought made my legs weak and my vagina moist. 

That last thought was the scariest. I hadn’t felt like that since I was a teenager. In such a brief moment, I was reliving one of my fondest memories, and it was a lot more painful to admit that my son had the qualities that only a man of my dreams possessed. That fucking bitch! I wanted to choke her.

It took me a week to come to terms with my reaction. I failed to completely shake things out of my system though, but at least I gained control over my emotions. I was able to be in my son’s presence without feeling flustered. He noticed my situation, but he didn’t know what the real problem was. He asked me a few times if I was okay and I had left it by saying only that I wasn’t feeling well.

Next Saturday morning, as I lay in my bedroom, listening to the steady roar of the lawnmower and daring not to go outside, a question came to my mind. It was involuntary, as I was trying very hard to keep myself occupied with other things, but it was a question that I felt I wanted to have answered. Somehow, something brought the following question to mind: Is it possible that my son feels the same way about me? My psyche was in such turmoil that while it was busy trying to dislodge Samantha’s thoughts from my head, it was at the same time exploring possibilities of actually carrying her suggestion out.

I gasped as I realized the possibility. I mean, there I was, excited over my son. Was it possible that a healthy, strong, virile young man like him would reciprocate my feelings and find me exciting as well? I couldn’t contain myself thinking what if it was possible. I mean, the implications of my thoughts were immense. If possible, it would mean that I was still able to excite a man like him. My self-esteem prayed for that to be true while my loins sent currents to my breasts and my brain. There was a tiny voice that suggested that may be it wasn’t possible but my wet vagina somehow drowned that voice out very quickly. My erect nipples prodded my imagination to explore such a possibility even further and made it to consider the actions that would take place given that he felt the same way as I did and we connected, we copulated, we joined as one. Oh, the shivers that ran up my spine with those thoughts! I couldn’t stop my legs from spreading as I imagined the copulation taking place, what with my knees against my breasts, my feet resting on his back, and he firmly pressed inside…whoa, I had to stop myself from going any further and forced my hand away from my pussy.

No, I said to myself. It is not possible. Why not? I asked myself. What’s wrong with me that a man with hormones spilling out of his loins wouldn’t find me a sexual being? Is it possible that he had sexual fantasies about me? What if he did? My legs weekend and I squirmed in my bed in despair trying to shut my brain from thinking. It wasn’t doing me any good. 

But the seed grew. I had to accept the fact that I was sexually aroused by my son—thanks to that bitch Samantha. What I wanted to know was if he found me sexually arousing as well. It would only be fair if he did, not to mention that it would be a big boost to my ego, which I probably needed as badly as Sam did. 

Only problem with that question was that I didn’t know of a way to find out the answer. I mean, yes, I could ask him directly, but imagine his reaction if his own mother were to approach him to find out if he was sexually excited by her. I had to get real. Instead, I had to see if he showed the slightest interest in me by getting him to give me the smallest possible hint of interest. I didn’t know at that time what such a hint would be, but I knew that if he gave any—a glance, a stare, a touch, or even a gleam in his eyes—I would know. I had to know. I wanted to know. I wanted it to be there. Oh, how I hoped it was there!

I first tried to just look into his eyes and see if he would betray some interest. I found none. I only spotted the look a son gives his mother. I then started to wear some revealing clothes, to put some makeup on, to splash some provocative perfume on, and even ask him how I looked in each new dress or hairdo. His response was always, “You look great, mom.”

In the end I just gave up. I could only go so far without alarming him that his mother was behaving like a loon. I was so desperate to get some validation of my womanhood that I had put aside all shame and guilt, only to fail in the end and be left empty handed.

I shed quite a few tears for myself; collected my broken ego; repented my deed; and decided to move on with my empty life. By then I was able to control my emotions towards him and somehow, unintentionally, he had put an end to my sorry state of being by rejecting me without even knowing that it was happening. I actually hated myself for being the way I was and I hated Samantha for getting me there.

Then came that momentous evening. 

I was getting ready to go out to a movie with Sam, when I realized that I had left the stove on. I rushed down to the kitchen to turn it off before the food I had prepared for my son and his father [yes, there is a father, don’t ask] got burnt. Thankfully, everything was okay, so I took the pot off the stove and went back to my room to finish getting ready. 

As I was climbing the stairs I heard my son yell, “Mom, there are men present in the house.”

“Sorry, son,” I replied and rushed into my bedroom. Only after I was standing in front of the mirror did I realize what had just happened. I had rushed down to the kitchen in my bra and panties. When I realized that my state of undress had actually solicited a response from my son, the kind of response that I had ached to get before, I felt this immense joy. It was an incredible feeling to know that I had succeeded in getting that hint, meagre as it may be. One huge smile spread across my face as I looked at my figure in the mirror, as I observed my breasts oozing out of my bra, as I saw my pubic hair coming through the lace of my panties and as I discovered that my lips were quite visible underneath the see-through material. I gave a muffled scream—a scream of joy. 

“So, this is how far I had to go to get that elusive validation,” I exclaimed to myself. 

Actually I didn’t know if his response really meant anything, because he could simply be offended by my look; although, I found it very difficult that I could offend him so easily. I believed what I wanted to believe; and I wanted to believe that my son didn’t want to see me so naked because it was having an abnormal effect on him, the kind he is not supposed to have. 

Well, well, well! May be he did find me sexually…something. I felt my chest fill with pride as I felt all gloom lift from my spirit. It took so little to invigorate me so much. I was happy to know that I was able to attract a man as exciting as my son, a man who could be classified as a man of my dreams.

I came down wearing my black skirt, red blouse, and matching red high heels. I stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear, excitement turning me all red, posing like a beauty pageant contestant, and asked him, “Is this better?”

“Much better.”

I left, giddy as a school girl. Samantha was shocked to see me so cheerful but I couldn’t tell her the reason behind my being so happy. So I told her I was happy to be out of the house and with her, which she understood because she could identify with it.


I came home late. The whole house was dark as everyone was sleeping. I wasn’t sleepy, though. I actually wanted to see him before going to bed, but I didn’t want to go to his room in case he was still awake. I had no reason for being there. I didn’t want to go to my room either. I just wanted to revel in the knowledge that I had—finally—gotten a response from my potent, handsome young man just from the way I looked, the way my body looked. A thought in the back of my mind said that may be I was reading too much into things, but that thought was quickly and easily crushed.

I took my shoes off and kicked them under the stairs. I didn’t even notice the noise my action made because my mind was somewhere else. I removed my blouse and skirt and hung them on the banister. I then moved to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. After turning the lights on, I stood in front of the fridge reliving in my mind the moment he saw me dressed so scantily. I wished I had seen his face, only if to verify what was going through his mind. I was feeling good about myself. I was feeling good about my thoughts of him. I didn’t feel guilt or shame about my sexual arousal, and yes, I was aroused, very much so. 

I moved from the fridge to the coffee maker. I poured some water into the coffee maker and leaned against the counter as I waited for it to finish making coffee. I was so lost in my own world that I didn’t even realize when all the water had dripped through. I was busy wondering how my son would react if he saw me again undressed the way I was at that very moment. I even contemplated taking the last two pieces off to experience total lack of inhibition.

I didn’t have to wonder for long. He actually showed up. 

I heard his door creak a little, followed by his soft footsteps. I straightened myself up a little and braced myself for his entry. My legs were feeling very weak but my butt was being supported by the edge of the counter, so I was able to keep myself from collapsing. I had my hands folded just below my breasts. I quickly dropped them to my sides. I didn’t want any part of the view to be obstructed. 

He covered his eyes as he saw me standing there almost nude. “Mom,” he protested. “You shouldn’t be standing around dressed like that.”

“Why not?” I was belligerent, “This is my house.” I was also stirred.

“Yes, but I am your son. I shouldn’t see you like this.”

“Like what? There is nothing here you haven’t seen before.”

He moved his hand away from his eyes and gave me a full look. A solid, piercing look, where I knew he took in the full view. My heart jumped with joy. I felt my pussy liquefying. I had goose bumps all over and they were so strong they were visible from a distance. 

“I guess you are right, mom. I am sorry.” He backed off but not before giving me another good and hearty look.

“You want some coffee?” I asked.

“Yeah, may be a cup.” 

He went to the TV room and I heard the noise start from one of the channels. I made two cups and took them to where he was. I sat next to him on the sofa and we both drank our coffees in silence. 

I sat there for a while longer. He didn’t say anything. He simply kept flipping through the channels. I finally decided to go up. I had my fill of the day and I wanted to get into bed and may be dream about things a little.

I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away from him. I turned to look at him when I was at the base of the stairs. He had diverted his attention to the TV again. I put my right foot on the second step and rested my right hand, palm down, on my thigh. I held that pose for a while and waited for him to look. He didn’t and soon I realized that he was actually trying very hard to avoid looking at me. I knew why, and once again I felt flattered beyond belief. I was very wet by then.

I finally had to call his name to draw his attention to me.

“Yes, mom.” 

He looked at me and tried to seem casual. I knew he wasn’t because I could see his eyes moving from my face to my breasts to my stomach, pause at my pubic area, down my legs, onto my feet and beyond, until finally he focused them on the floor just in front of me. He was trying not to check me out; but had done just that in that one glance.

I held my breath as my heart pounded my chest from within and asked in a very shaky voice, “Does this excite you?” 

He looked up at me and held his gaze on my breasts. “No,” he replied. 

“Well, if it doesn’t excite you then what is the problem?” I tried to control my erratic breathing by taking a few quick gasps. I couldn’t believe how hot my body was. I couldn’t believe how horny I was. 

“I think it is just wrong.”

My heart was beating so fast that I could practically hear it. I stumbled through my next sentences, “In that case…I’ll make…you a deal…I won’t…come in front…of you like…this…if…you don’t…come…in…front of me…shirtless.” 


Catalyst



“Why?” 

His question was automatic and I had hoped that he would ask that very question so I could say to him what I so strongly needed to say to him. I leaned towards him just enough so he could take in a better view of my breasts and replied, “Because, it has the same effect on me as I am having on you right now.”

There I had said it. I had let it out. He now knew what I was going through. He knew about my feelings—sexual that is—about him. Provided, of course, his feelings for me were also sexual at that very moment. Oh God, how I wished they were!

I went to my room and sat on the balcony for a long time after that.

Next morning I was a bit apprehensive about facing him. I had revealed to him my secret feelings but I really didn’t know if his feelings were similar or if he felt anything at all. He hadn’t given me any indication as such and my statement was meaningless without any reciprocation from him. Although, I doubted if he misunderstood my meanings. Even if he didn’t feel for me sexually, he could easily have deduced how I felt for him. That made it even worst. If he did not feel for me sexually and I told him that I did feel for him sexually, it kind of put me in an awkward predicament

I felt relieved though. The suspense was over for me. I no longer had secret, hidden desire for my son. It was all out in the open, let the chips fall where they may. I prepared for a confrontation, although, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have expected one. After all, the most he could have said was to ask me to stop it.

He gave no reaction. Not a hint of what he thought about my statement; none, whatsoever. Boy, did I feel disappointed. I would have preferred a negative response to a no response at all. I started to mope once again.

On a positive note, now that everything was out in the open, I became more comfortable with my own sexual feelings. I found it pleasant to fantasize about him, about me and him, about me on top of him, about him between my legs, about him inside of me. I was in a constant state of arousal. 

I started to enjoy my laundry sessions. I searched for his briefs, felt them inside and out, inhaled every bit of his aroma that I could, even walked around wearing them, feeling the fabric around my pussy that had been around his dick, somehow getting his penis so close to my cunt.

After a few days of self-pity, it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen him around that much. I started to keep an eye on his comings and goings and realized that he was spending a lot less time around the house. It occurred to me that he probably was uncomfortable around me and tried to stay out as much as possible to avoid me. I couldn’t have that. I had to face up to the situation and undo the damage that I had done. I had to have a heart to heart talk with him and let him know that it was a mistake; that we needed to get past it and never look back.

The only problem was that a conversation like that had to take place without anyone disturbing us so we could have as much time as necessary to patch things up. It had to be face to face, no holds barred, no words restricted. I formulated my words carefully, rehearsed them in my mind over and over, and looked at every angle to change things back to the way they once were. And I waited for the right day.

The day finally came. It was a Friday. 

I waited for him to come back from college and as soon as he entered the house, I stopped him and asked him, “Son, your dad is out of town on a business trip. Could you stay home in his absence to keep me company?”

He really couldn’t say no and I wasn’t going to accept a no. I wanted him to stay home so we could hash it out. With his father gone, we had all the time in the world to deal with our situation. 

I felt very depressed, even hurt. My heart was breaking as I realized that I was about to end a relationship that never even got started. I was surprised how strong my feelings were and it was amazing that I had fallen so hard for him, knowing full well that there was no possibility of a union between us. For a second, I thought of throwing myself at his feet and begging for him to give me one night, but then that would be impossible. The thought was painful, either way.

He was quiet all the way through supper. I was also withdrawn. As we were done and there was that slight pause before getting up to put dishes away, I said to him, “Son, we need to have a serious conversation. Please give me a chance to explain things to you. I want to clear the air if possible and may be, just may be, we can get back to where we were before.”

I looked at him and found him looking down into his empty plate. He stayed quiet. 

“Son, answer me please. Would you come and talk to me after I am done clearing up?”

He nodded in affirmative.

I put things away quickly and went to my room to get ready for our talk. I had planned to hold my talk with him in the TV room because that’s where I had mucked everything up the last time. I wanted to brush up quickly and maybe even prepare a cup of coffee, just like that night, before he came from freshening up.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I found him standing in my door. I realized then that he had understood my “come and talk to me” to mean that he should come to my room and talk to me. It was okay with me. Actually it was a lot easier to talk in a casual way in my room than in a rigid way as I would have done downstairs on the sofa. 

I grabbed his hand as a friendly gesture and led him to my bed. He sat on the side my dresser was and I pulled my little stool and sat next to the bed facing him. I held both of his hand in mine, looked deep into his eyes, and asked him in my best maternal voice, “Now, tell me, are you so angry with me that you can’t even face me and have to stay away from me?”

He was looking at his hands—well at our hands. He mumbled something but I couldn’t quite catch all the words.

I leaned forward and said, again in my best maternal voice, “Son, I can’t hear you. Can you please say it again?” 

My face was close to his and my eyes were focused on his forehead. He tried to avoid looking at me and repeated, “I am not mad at you, mom.”

“Then what is the problem. Why are you staying away from me?”

He hesitated. I squeezed his hand to get him to say what was on his mind. 

He finally relented, “I am not staying away from you, mom. I am running away from you.”

“Why, son?” I was a bit shocked at his confession. I actually had expected the worst and he was going in the opposite direction.

He finally blurted out, “Because…I have to.”

“Why, because you get excited by me?” I gave him a big, naughty smile. My smile was coming from deep within my being.

He tried to avert his eyes from me but I followed them wherever they focused. I asked again, “Why, because you are afraid that you’ll lose control in my presence?”

He was quiet. I continued, “Son, listen. I am relieved to know that you are not mad at me. I am also relieved to know that you do have some feelings for me because you know that I have strong feeling for you. I actually wanted you to have feelings for me and now that I know you do, we can accept the situation and learn to live with it.”

“How do we learn to live with it?”

“Well, for one, it is okay to feel this way. There is nothing wrong with being sexually excited by your mother or your son. It is only natural when he is so handsome and she is beautiful.” I was encouraged by the slight hint of smile on his face. “It is actually healthy to have such strong drive that even your mother can make you…horny. You should be proud. Not very many men can say that. At the same time, it is okay for me to be aroused by you because you are so manly and I am in my sexual prime.” 

I paused for a second and then continued, “The only problem is that we can’t act on our feelings, but we can accept them wholeheartedly and move on. Do you understand me, son?”

He nodded.

“Good, I am glad. Now, let’s get over everything.”

I got up and he did too. I gave him a hug and said, “Son, I love you. Let’s not let any hang ups ruin that.”

“I love you too, mom.”

As he was leaving the room, I said, “Son, if you want, you can come watch a movie with me…if you want. It will give us a chance to be comfortable in each other’s company.”

My relief was tremendous. I found myself whistling as I prepared for the evening. I was happy. Sure, we had ended what could have been, but we had also moved to a new level, which normal mother-son combos don’t get a chance to get to. As I waited for him to return, I found myself applying a bit of makeup and some lipstick. I didn’t take much notice of it. I brushed my hair and put them into a nice pony tail. I went to my closest and found my favourite vest and pink satin sleep shorts. I wore nothing else. I was floating on air, for some reason, as I opened my bed and jumped in. 

I don’t know why but I felt the smoothness of my legs to see if there were any stubble problems that I could quickly take care of. I, then, sat in a kneeling position and started flipping through the channels. I muted the sound though, just so I could hear him coming. 

When he came, he was wearing his pyjamas that I had bought for him recently. I kept my eyes on the TV, flipping through the channels with sound still on mute. I took my hand off of my stomach and tapped the bed to indicate that he should come and lie next to me. He came and got into bed. I was sitting in the middle of the bed as he spread himself next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body even though there was some distance between us. I could see his feet and part of his legs from where I was sitting. I sat there flipping through the channels as he quietly lay next to me.

Minutes passed like that. I had my left hand across my stomach again with the right elbow leaning on it as I continued flipping channels. He lay there quietly with his head propped on the pillows. From where he was, he could see my entire back from my head down to the tip of my toes. 

He didn’t say anything about the sound or the movie that we were supposed to be watching. I stayed focused on the TV as I felt his eyes all over me, or maybe that was just an illusion.

I heard his breathing and knew that it was a bit abnormal. I stayed in that pose. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to be sitting there, waiting for some signal, some response, some initiation from him.

It came in the form of his index finger touching the bottom of my big toe. He pressed on it lightly as if he was playing some sort of a game with me. I didn’t move. He stopped after the first touch. I figured he was testing the waters. My heart was pounding hard. 

He came back to my big toe again and this time he covered the ball of my left foot. It was a gentle touch at first then it became a slow caress. I kept my pose and kept flipping through the channels. I started breathing though my mouth so as not to betray my state. I guess lack of any response from me encouraged him a bit and he moved to the heel. He started running his index finger over my heel. It felt good, very good actually, even though the touch was mostly nonsexual. 

He moved his finger to my right heel and this time instead of caressing it, he started to trace the outside edge of it. I waited for the contact to become somewhat sexual and it did when his finger rubbed against my butt where it rested on the back of my foot. However, I didn’t move and kept my pose. 

He didn’t know if he was allowed to venture into that area but I didn’t stop him. Still, it looked like he didn’t want to risk being told not to do it and he stopped himself. I waited quietly. I didn’t want to encourage, discourage, or lead him in any way. I wanted him to do as he pleased and I wanted to sit back and enjoy everything as passively as possible. Although I realized that I had to give him some sort of feedback or he may take my silence as a no.

He came back to my heel again. This time his finger covered more area on my ass. Soon, his finger was gently, ever so gently, tracing lines on my butt. I stayed in my pose, flipping channels as before, although the speed at which I was flipping was slower. My mind was taking in every millimetre covered by his finger. Soon he went from tracing small straight lines to making small circles. I was very wet and my brain was in extremely high state of stimulation.

I bit my lower lip as he started to move his finger from one cheek to the other and back. Along the way he covered the part in between the two cheeks with as slow a speed as his trembling fingers could muster. I was electrified beyond belief. By now he must have clearly understood that he had my full blessings to proceed in whatever direction he chose—and he chose his direction well. He started to trace the line separating my cheeks.

He caressed the line running downward on my ass. I was on fire as I felt his finger ever so slightly stroke my butt right down the centre with even pressure on each cheek. He succeeded in getting a feedback from me—finally—as I couldn’t help but give a low moan. No sooner had the sound left my throat, I felt his finger push my cheeks apart and make its way deeper through the satin. My shorts did not pose any serious hindrance to his roving digit, even though the angle at which I was sitting made it only possible to go so far before he found the path closed. 

I then decided to hell with everything and jumped into the fray. I leaned forward and put my face on the comforter. I extended my arms as far as possible and grabbed the edge of my bed as my breasts pushed into my knees. I raised my feet so that they were perpendicular to my body and my butt came upward with it. I pushed my feet apart enough for him to manoeuvre his way around down below or up above. I then waited for his next move.

He also decided to hell with everything and started to pull my shorts down and off of my hips. I raised my butt enough to let them slide off and then lifted myself to allow him to ease them completely off of my body. I felt a draft as I lay there in that position of submission, butt-naked and dripping wet. “What would be his next move?” I wondered. “Would he touch my lips? Would he fondle my clitoris? Would he run his hand all over my hips, thighs and pussy?”

Well, he surprised me. He placed the tip of his tongue on my asshole. Apparently the draft I had felt earlier was his breathing on my anus. I gave a loud “umph” as my body contracted forward and upward to get away from that wet, warm, and soft appendage of his. I couldn’t believe how erotic that touch was. His hot tongue on my cold anus, licking gently almost caressingly, sending millions of impulses up my spine, making my neurons fire all through my body. I started to buck slightly at first, more severely soon thereafter. I was trying very hard to keep my position so he could continue pumping that charge through my ass with his tongue, while at the same time thrashing around to dislodge him because I couldn’t take it. It was too strange, too powerful, and too stimulating for me. I was surprised, nay shocked, at the stimulation my anus was giving me. It was even more than my clitoris, so much more that I had my first orgasm with my son; he never having touched my clit even once. It was some orgasm though. It had been building for weeks and when it finally arrived, I felt my entire self turning inside out.

Once it was over, I collapsed forward. I was almost off of the bed, that’s how far I fell. He grabbed my legs and pulled me back while at the same time flipped me over onto my backside. He had this triumphant smile on his face as he stood there towering over me like a high-rise building. I squirmed around as if trying to get away from him while he quickly took his clothes off. For the first time in my life I saw a high-rise building protruding out of another high-rise. His dick looked so immense from where I was supine that I gasped with amazement. 

He didn’t waste too much time and before I knew it I was feeling that high-rise trying to impale me. He was holding my ankles as I felt my knees against my breasts and my feet rubbing his sides. My thighs were in contact with his and my pussy was being pressed inwards with what felt like a huge pestle. He was trying to get inside of me but instead of opening me wide, he was pressing my lips inward and closing my hole. I screamed as I fumbled around between my legs to stop him from sealing me completely. I grabbed his huge shaft and pushed it away, long enough to open my lips and let the tip of his cock settle in the middle of my hole. I then pressed my lips out and around his penis to make sure that they were out of the way. As he pressed this time, I braced myself to come apart at the seams.

He pushed inward. The pressure that he put on his piston expanded his cock outward as my pussy gave as much resistance as a wet, well-lubricated, thoroughly hot pussy could, and before I could scream “Oh!” I felt myself dilating. I remembered the time I had once before dilated because of this very son, and there I was dilating again as my son tried to get into my vagina, head-first. I could feel his rubbery dick pressing my hole outward slowly, and I could feel my lips and my skin rubbing against his ever widening head as it bored into me. I stretched and stretched, until I thought I could stretch no more. I felt my pussy expand to its maximum size and beyond as his penis made its way through me. Just when I thought I was about to rip apart, my lips relaxed and my hole quickly closed a little. His head was through and I felt this tremendous relief when I realized that I actually was able to take in that huge cock. Of course, I only managed to take in the circumference. Nothing was certain about the length. Soon I found out about that too. Once his head was in, the resistance my pussy was giving decreased. Suddenly the pressure he was exerting overwhelmed my inside and the rest of his cock slipped in almost instantaneously. I felt it reach to a depth within me that I never even knew I had. I felt it touch my heart, which by the way had jumped into my throat with that last firm shove. He was in me. My son was inside of me. My pussy was filled with my son and if I had put my hand on my belly I would surely have felt him throbbing inside. Of course my hands were firmly positioned on his hips urging him on and in even further. I had never felt such firm butt before in my life. Actually I had never felt a cock that firm before either. It was as if some power had granted me my deepest wish, the man of my dreams had finally come into my life.

Not only did he come into my life, he actually came into me. He came inside of me. It only took a few thrusts. As I finished settling into a nice comfortable position and as he reached as deep as it was possible, he exploded. I felt his sperm spurt out in my cervix—well, it felt like it had made it all the way to my uterus. And there was a lot of it. I began to overflow while he was still halfway done. By the time all the sperm settled into me, I could feel it trailing down my anus, all the way to the bed. 

This time he collapsed. He collapsed rather heavily onto me. I held him in my arms for a long while as his huge cock softened slowly. My pussy closed on it little by little until it closed far enough to force it out ever so gently. The amazing thing was that up until then, he hadn’t touched my breasts, except when he collapsed on top of me, and we hadn’t kissed even once. Of course we had the rest of the night and the whole weekend to sort that out. Then, there was the rest of our lives…but I didn’t want to think that far ahead. I was content in knowing that once in my life, that even at my age, I could feel those special feelings and be with that special man that some women yearn for all their lives to no avail. That reminded me of Samantha, and I chuckled as I imagined the look on her face when I would reveal my secret to her. Or may be I won’t. I had plenty of time to decide.



Catalyst



"You're a real sport, Andrew; you know, helping me like this." Maya said. "Thanks so much." This last came out as a grunt. They were just settling the last piece of furniture, a fairly heavy couch, into place in Maya's new apartment.

"No problem. That's what friends do, you know." He flashed her a knowing smile, a kind of inside joke. Andrew had known Maya for just over seven years now, through most of which they'd been good friends. Maya considered him to be the closest thing she had to a brother.

"It's more than that, and you know it." Andrew shook his head at that, although they both knew it to be true. Maya's two roommates had bailed on her in as many months, each without fair warning, leaving her with the burden of paying three-thirds of the rent on the house they'd once shared. Despite a decent salary, that burden became too much for her. After three months of struggle, unable to find suitable roommates to share the load, Maya admitted to herself, and Andrew, that she needed a smaller space. The problem was all her stuff. She, Talia and Sheri had lived together for as long as Andrew had known them. Nine years' worth of furniture, clothes, appliances, art and knick-knacks had piled up in that two-story, three-bedroom house, most of it Maya's.

Since graduating college, most of Andrew and Maya's friends, mutual or otherwise, had moved away in search of jobs or cheap thrills, or both. They had been lucky enough to find good jobs in the city and remained behind, growing closer as friends (although Andrew often wished it were more). So when Maya was left with only a week to pack up and vacate the house, only Andrew remained to turn to for help. That he did so without question or complaint was a testament to their relationship, and the kind of man he was.

"Whatever." Andrew brushed aside her compliments with a grin. "It's no biggie. I'm just glad we got it all over here in time." Maya's prior landlord had threatened to change the locks and sell off her stuff if she wasn't out before the first of February. Considering the increasing lateness of the rent, Maya had no position from which to argue. "So, is everything where you want it?" Andrew stifled a yawn and flopped on the couch they'd just set down.

"Well, apparently it better be. Doesn't look like you're moving anymore." she laughed, then joined him. Despite her near exhaustion and aching muscles, Maya had the presence of mind to sit on the other side of the couch, with a cushion between them. The motion was unconscious, a triggered reaction she'd developed over the years. Andrew was a dear friend and would do anything for her, she knew. However, the sexual tension between them was palpable. It was clear in the way he looked at her sometimes, a glaze in the eye, or the way those eyes roved when he thought she didn't notice, that made it obvious to her. She didn't consider herself very pretty; heck, Talia had been prettier than her, and Sheri had gone to work for a modeling company in New York. But Andrew had only thrown them the occasional cursory look, as though it were expected. Sheri had even bitched about it one time, how he paid her no attention but fawned over Maya.

After sitting in comfortable silence for over ten minutes, Maya suddenly leaped off the couch as if something had stung her on the ass. Andrew, who had been dozing, jerked awake with a start. "What? What?"

"Let's get out of here." she said with a look around the cluttered living room. "I'm tired of looking at this stuff after hauling it all over here."

"Where do you want to go?" Andrew stood up and stretched, feeling every twinge prick at his shoulders and calves. Maya stretched and yawned, closing her eyes against similar pains he was sure she had to be feeling. He stared at her appreciatively. She might not think she's pretty, Andrew thought, but she sure looks damn sexy to me. Sweaty, smudged with dust, and hair askew, her arching form still drew admiration from him. A little too much admiration it seemed, from the sudden pressure on his fly. Before she could open her eyes again, he turned slightly, pretending to admire their handiwork.

"I'm too achy and tired to go out. Wanna grab drive-through and go to your place? Your TV is hooked up." She laughed again. "We could watch a movie or something. Sound good?" Andrew nodded, already grabbing his coat. He handed Maya's to her then slipped his on. "Mind if I crash there, too? If I wake up to all these boxes tomorrow I'm gonna get depressed."

"Yeah, no probs." Despite their platonic relationship, the two sometimes slept at one another's apartments, most often Andrew's. He lived single, and closer to all the restaurants and rental places. On rare occasions, usually when exhaustion took over, or the sleeping arrangements were limited, they'd even shared a bed. Andrew rarely slept those nights, unless he was really drunk, instead laying in silent agony, wanting so badly to just lay one finger on Maya and knowing he couldn't. Invariably, he'd awaken with a headache and blue balls.

Slipping into his pickup, he turned to Maya. "Want to drop by your old place and get your car?"

"Nah. Let it wait until tomorrow. I'm sure Mr. Langley won't mind. It's not as if anyone's living there right now." She snorted and buckled her seat belt.

"You know, he isn't your landlord anymore. You don't have to call him 'Mr. Langley'. Hell, you're an adult. Well, at least chronologically." She snorted again and slapped him on the shoulder. This was one of their tried-and-true routines, but this time Maya winced and gripped her shoulder.

"Uck. You got any aspirin at your place? My joints ache bad."

"Yeah, no probs." He keyed the ignition. "Let's get going. The faster we hit my place, the faster you can medicate yourself, you junkie." She snorted again, but refrained from smacking him.

"You know," he continued. "You really should learn to operate a stick."

"What?" She sounded shocked.

"Huh? What?" he answered. Then realization dawned. "Oh. I meant a stick shift. You know, standard transmission? Sheesh, I know I'm a pervert, but man... " Although not a prude, Maya was sensitive when it came to sexuality. She refrained from making or taking part in off-color jokes or conversation. Andrew knew she was just shy, a result of sheltering parents, and it wasn't really an adjustment to behave around her. But he was, in many ways, the polar opposite. He thought about sex often. He had a rich fantasy world, and indulged in some rather perverted sexcapades.

Andrew watched a lot of porn, but not just for the fucking, he had told their mutual friend Rodney one night after a few beers. It was the situation, the fantasy that provoked him. "I hate those fuckfests where they start out talking dirty for ten seconds, then end up stark naked and screwing. It lacks imagination."

"This is what happens," Rodney lamented that night, "When a pervert gets a degree in English and minors in Philosophy." They'd shared a laugh, and a couple more beers, and Andrew wandered home and masturbated feverishly, dreaming once again of Maya, lost in lust and throwing herself at him.

Once, after Andrew had proposed dating to Maya, she'd put him off gently but firmly. They had been friends for almost two years at the time, barely out of high school. Her reasoning had been simple, and true. She considered Andrew a good friend, and a physical relationship would probably undo all of that. "Besides," she'd added quietly. "I'm saving myself for marriage. I know it sounds old fashioned, but... "

If she'd thought that was a deterrent, she was damned naive, Andrew thought. He knew she wasn't a virgin, that she'd "gone all the way" as she put it, with a boyfriend when she was sixteen. Although she was squeamish talking about sex with men, she'd shared this snippet with Andrew later. They'd both had a couple wine coolers, and Maya was, admittedly, a cheap drunk. The experience had been horrible, not just painful as she'd expected, but disappointing as well. "Mom says sex is way overrated anyway." Andrew had wanted to ask how her mother knew, being married to the same fat slob for thirty-five years, but held his tongue.

In Maya's mind, her first time hadn't really happened yet, and Andrew understood. He also ached to be the true "first time".

"We're here!" Maya had dozed off, and Andrew, not wanting to lay a hand on her in case the motion was misconstrued, nearly had to shout.

"Whu? Oh, cool. Damn. Feel like I could sleep a week." Turning to open the door, Maya squealed in pain, clutching her arm.

"You okay?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah. No. Shit! I haven't worked that hard in years. My whole body feels like... like... I have broken glass in my veins instead of blood." Andrew cringed. He DID have an active imagination, after all.

"Let's get you upstairs and to that ibuprofen."

Once inside, Maya shrugged off her coat and the sweatshirt over it. For a brief second or two, the shirt underneath pulled up, revealing the thin sport bra underneath. It was cold outside, and her small nipples stood out in frank contrast to the full breasts barely contained by the cheap undergarment. Andrew stared, unable to help himself. When the clothes hit the floor and Maya had her garments rearranged, he was on the other side of the room, seemingly busy with his boots.

"Mind if I hit your shower? I feel like I haven't bathed in a week."

"Yeah, no probs. The hot water will do your muscles good, too. The ibuprofen is in the medicine cabinet; take a couple before you jump in." He smiled, trying not to stare at her chest, at the rounded points pressing at her battered old t-shirt.

"Thanks." She crouched down, untying her own snow boots. "Oh, wait. You must be achy and dirty, too. This is your place, you go first." He was already waving her away as she stood.

"Nah. I like being stinky. I'll take a couple pills before you get going, though, if you don't mind."

"Really?" She smiled. "You're too good to me." She dropped into that eerily good Beavis impersonation. "Yeah, heh-heh, you don't suck."

"Uh-huh-huh-huh. Shut up, asswipe." They shared a time-worn laugh. "Seriously, mi casa is su casa. You've stayed here enough times to know that. Just don't hog all the hot water."

She feigned an indignant look. "Never say the word 'hog' to a woman, if you value your life." It was Andrew's turn to snort. Tossing his coat on the couch, he brushed past Maya to the bathroom. Although the gesture seemed playful to her, he was, in fact, relishing the feel of an erect nipple tracing along his arm. After grabbing a couple ibuprofen out of the bottle, Andrew counted the three remaining pills, making sure she had some, then returned to the living room.

"All yours, Beavis."

He spent the next twenty minutes on the couch with his fly open, rubbing himself slowly, plotting ways to sneak the door open and peek in on her showering. He knew it was juvenile, that he had seen plenty of women naked, on film and in real life. But this was different. Maya was pretty, sweet, a good person all around. Plus, he'd overheard her admit to Talia, grudgingly, that she occasionally masturbated in the shower, and had once done so in his apartment. He stroked a little slower, savoring the sensation as he dreamed of Maya touching him, not really wanting to climax.

That's what many women didn't understand, the desire men had to see a particular woman naked. "Why?" he'd been asked by Maya after he'd rented an awful movie just to see a particular actress's one nude scene. He had a stack of pornos in the closet, full of naked women doing god knows what in every conceivable position. Why waste ninety minutes on a trashy movie he didn't enjoy for 45 seconds of gratuitous nudity?

He'd tried to explain. They were friends and spoke openly and frankly with one another. Yes, the women in the pornos were naked, and moaning and writhing; but, this woman had never done a nude scene before, and never again since.

"So?" Maya retorted.

"Well, that's different. She's more real than the adult actresses, more of a real person. That's what they do. It's more thrilling, more of a psychological turn-on, to see her," he pointed at the DVD case, "doing those kinds of things. I grew up watching her on TV. I had my first real sex fantasy about her. I... Hell, I can't explain it. That's the thing about fantasies; if you understand why they turn you on, they lose their appeal."

"That proves it: men are nuts." They'd laughed, but there was a strain underlying the laughter. Deep down, the conversation had rung too close to home. Maya knew very well that she could be the woman on the DVD cover, in Andrew's mind. She never asked about it again.

He almost didn't have time to react when the bathroom door opened and Maya stepped out. Barely stuffing his cock into his jeans, he stood up quickly, causing himself no end of pain. What he saw upon facing her only made the throbbing in his crotch worse. Maya, jet black hair shiny and wet, deep brown eyes fixed on him, full lips in a troubled pout, was wearing only a towel.

"I forgot to grab a change of clothes. You got anything I could wear?"

"Uh." He recovered quickly. "Yeah, I think there's a couple things that would fit you. In the back closet." He turned and hurried away. "Hell, you probably couldn't find anything in all those boxes anyway." he called over his shoulder.

"Too true." To his chagrin, she was following him. "Still, lucky I have a spare pair of underwear in my purse." That stopped him in his tracks. Being naive as she was, Maya sometimes had little to no concept of her effect on men. She was TOO frank, sometimes. She took in his confused look, returning one of her own. "What?"

"Why," he asked, "do you carry spare underwear in your purse? In case you're in an accident?"

"No. Duh! Sometimes my period is a little heavy, and the pad doesn't stop all of- What?"

"You talk too much, you know that Beavis?" He turned away just as a throw pillow lived up to its name. In the back closet, Andrew rifled through all the old clothes he either hadn't bothered or couldn't stand to throw away. He found a t-shirt that had shrunk in the wash, and a pair of jeans a couple sizes too small for him, a crappy gift from a crappy ex-girlfriend. He handed them back to Maya without turning. "Need anything else, buttwipe?"

"Heh-heh. No. Thanks Butthead." That impersonation was dead-on, so much so it was damned creepy. While he shuffled through the remnants on hangers, Maya slipped the shirt on, letting the towel slip.

"Hey, Andrew." He turned. She had the shirt pulled most of the way on, but the collar was still over her head, leaving just her face exposed. "I am cornholio! TP for my bungho-" She couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing, joined by Andrew. "I'll be right back. Just let me hit the bathroom and get dressed, and you can pick out a movie."

"No probs." He watched her shuffle down the hall, hoping against hope the towel would slip, just enough to let him see her sweet, round ass just once. He followed her as far as the living room, but nothing paid off. As he flipped through his DVD's, he called out. "Hey, did those aspirin help?"

Muffled by the door, "Yeah. I took four, though."

"Four? Geez, you are a junkie."

The door opened, and Maya stepped out. Both the shirt and jeans were loose on her. After about a dozen steps, she was tugging the waistband up. "Yeah. I know my limit. My arms haven't ached like that since I was in marching band in high school, and we were in that long parade in the rain. Remember that?" Andrew nodded. That was his first and last year with the band. "I kept taking aspirin and taking aspirin. Finally, after four the pain went away. I'm feeling pretty good now, although a wine cooler would go a long way towards my recovery."

"Four ibuprofen AND a wine cooler? You ARE a junkie." He flipped the DVD to her, then shuffled off to the fridge to get her drink.

"Oh, no. I'll get it. You take a shower. I'll get my own drink." Andrew opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "No. NO. Go, go take your shower. You've seen this, right? I'll start watching this without... " She glanced down at the movie in her hand as she spoke. "'Poison Ivy II'? Oh for god's sake. Why would I want to watch this? I'm not hot for her, you are."

"Hey, a guy can try, can't he? Who knows, maybe you'll find her hot, too. I know there's some deep seated lesbian desires buried deep in-" 

She popped him on the head with the case. "Hey, that cost good money, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the judge. Go, take your shower. I'll find something else." She was all but shoving him down the hall. "You smell, anyway."

"Thanks. Look, we've watched all of these. Why don't you find something on pay-per-view?" It was her turn to protest, and he cut her off. "No, it's no big deal. I spend more on renting porn in a week. Pick something good." With that he closed the door and turned the shower on.

He hoped Maya left him enough hot water, because it was going to be a long shower. He felt grimy, and incredibly horny. Both involved a lot of scrubbing. Why did he do this to himself? Making suggestive comments and suggestions around her? Was he no better than some flasher, getting a contact thrill from what he did? Fuck it. She never got pissed, and it did give him a little thrill, cheap or no. He just wished something he said or did would crack that shell of hers.

Getting off didn't take near as long as he'd expected. As a result, neither did the shower. He was in and out in under fifteen minutes. Standing naked in the cramped bathroom, Andrew realized he, too had forgotten to grab a change of clothes. He doubted the chances of getting away with wearing only a towel out into the living room. Funny what a woman had the grace to do that a man looked crass doing. If a woman told Andrew she wasn't wearing any underwear, he'd get turned on. But try telling your girlfriend YOU aren't wearing any. She'll cringe, Andrew thought.

He could hear the TV playing low when he came out, dressed in the same grubby clothes. "Hey, I gotta grab some garment-age from the closet." he called down the hall, still toweling water from his longish hair. "I'll get changed in my room. You find anything?" He slipped the towel from his head and glanced up, surprised she hadn't answered. His first notion was that she was asleep; not surprising considering the day they'd had.

Maya was slouched on the couch, remote in one hand and a near-empty wine cooler in the other. Andrew glanced at the screen, noticed the pay-per-view menu was up, but nothing was selected. Underneath, voices droned on about a remarkable new diet pill that blah blah blah. He stepped over to take the remote from her hand, figuring he'd just shut the TV off and let her sleep it off. As he tugged at the remote, she stirred.

"Huh?" she muttered. Although her speech was slurred a little, she sounded somewhat aware, not like someone roused from sleep.

"Maya? You wanna get some sleep?" She released the remote. Andrew took the bottle as well. Only a sip remained. He was about to ask again, or try to shake her awake, when she answered in that same here-but-not-here voice.

"Yeah. Sleep." She stood slowly, then began shuffling towards his bedroom. Andrew noticed the gangly way she swung her arms and legs and decided to risk laying a hand on her, slipping one arm around her waist. "Thanks. Sweet."

When they reached his room, she turned gracelessly and dropped into his bed. He tried to slip the covers over her, but she was already dozing, and he didn't dare try to raise her hips off the corner of the blanket. If she woke up all the way and found his hands on her ass there would be hell to pay. Andrew slipped back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind him, and turned up the thermostat. In truth, he didn't mind letting her sleep in his bed. The couch was comfy enough. Hell, he crashed on it every now and then, too worn out from a long day at work or a marathon porn-and-polish session to drag himself off of it. Besides, he now had the TV to himself. She was sleeping soundly; he could watch "Poison Ivy II" in peace, marveling at how much Maya looked like his favorite actress and didn't even realize it.




Catalyst



Instead, he opted for a porno. If she woke up, he'd hear the door open and be able to shut it off. That ruled out pay-per-view. If he might get interrupted, he wasn't about to pay ten to fifteen bucks for a movie. Instead he slipped one of prize DVDs from his collection and dropped it in. This one wasn't too hardcore, just the usual sucking and fucking, but with an interesting storyline. Rodney may laugh at his preferences, but it got him going.

The movie had been playing for less than five minutes when he heard Maya stir, slipping off the bed, feet hitting the floor. He quickly stopped the movie and switched the TV back to cable. "Maya?" he called out when she didn't seem to move. "You okay, Beavis?" A long pause; still no answer. He stood and felt a twinge let go in his back. Those two ibuprofen hadn't done the trick at all.

Andrew stopped, halfway risen from the couch. "Wait," he muttered to himself. "There were only three left in the bottle. How did she take four pills?" The answer shocked him when it came. He stood up the rest of the way, ignoring the ripping pain in his back. The OTHER bottle, the one he'd completely forgotten about. The ibuprofen with codeine the dentist had prescribed after the root canal. They hadn't done shit, so he'd never bothered taking anymore, instead calling the dentist back and getting Percosets. The Percosets were gone, but the nearly full bottle of ibupro... "

"Maya?! Maya, are you okay?" He rushed into the room, not bothering to knock. He opened the door slowly, though, in case she was standing behind it. Instead, he found her standing beside the bed as though she'd stood up and then just stayed there. Her eyes were open, but heavy-lidded. She looked to Andrew like the people his psychology teacher had hypnotized back in college. Not awake or aware, but still there. "Maya?"

"Yes, Andrew?" Her speech was slurred, but understandable. "Whassup?"

He sighed with relief. "You are, Beavis. Time to go back to bed."

"Can't. Can't. Can' sleep." she murmured.

"No wonder. Listen, Maya. You took four ibuprofen with codeine. And drank booze. Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah. Just... " She paused, licking her lips. Andrew had been so intent on studying her face that he hadn't noticed the pants that had slipped off her waist, pooling around her knees. He could see her panties, little purple things so unlike the ugly granny panties he knew she usually wore. "Who am I trying to impress?" she'd asked when he brought it up one day several years ago. He'd been helping her do laundry. Apparently she kept her only sexy pair of underwear as a backup in her purse.

"Juh." Andrew cleared his throat, clearing out the huge lump suddenly formed there. "Just what? What's wrong?" He was still worried about her, but she hadn't taken that many pills, and wine coolers were pretty weak. He knew first aid in and out, moonlighting as a lifeguard at the beach during the summer weekends. Most likely she was just out of sorts, in a dreamy kind of state. Like crude hypnosis, he thought, then shrugged the idea away.

"Can't sleep. Tired, but can't sleep." She took no notice of the condition of her pants. Normally she would have squealed and yanked them back up. Andrew fought the urge to take advantage of the situation.

"Maya. Your pants fell down."

"Oh. Sorry." She tugged at the halfheartedly, getting them most of the way up.

"Why don't you try and get some sleep? Sleep off the pills and alcohol. Okay?" He took a step forward, the put his hands on her shoulders. "Lie down." She didn't protest, just sat back on the bed, then let him guide her onto her back. Her legs still dangled off the side; she was only a couple inches over five feet, and Andrew liked petite women. With his help (and he marveled when she let him grasp her calves and lift them) she got back into bed. This time he got the covers over her.

"Thanks. Sweet Andrew." Within seconds her breathing became heavy and she uttered a tiny snore. Andrew watched over her for a few minutes, watching for signs she was falling too deep, or that her breathing might become irregular or shallow. She only slept. He was about to leave when his passion overwhelmed rational thought. Knowing full well it could mean the end of their friendship, he tugged down the covers just enough to bare her slowly rising and falling chest. That so reserved a woman was graced with such perfect C-cups screamed of injustice to him. She wore only sport bras most of the time (he looked). Yet they were still quite pert, he noticed through the t-shirt. Pity it was so loose; tight would have been better.

With a sigh, he made to put the covers back when he noticed her nipples grow hard through the fabric. Unable to stop himself, he reached out and laid a hand on one breast. She stirred, but seemed to remain asleep. He caressed her tit for the first time and savored the sensation. Her nipple was rock hard, something he would have thought impossible with all the relaxant running through her. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open!

"Maya." he muttered, knowing how stupid he sounded, as though she had surprised him instead of the other way around. He lifted his hand away when hers slipped from under the covers. He began to stammer something, some apology, when he saw the look in her eye: distant, awake but not aware, almost hypnotized. Instead of grasping his hand, or slapping him, she instead began to caress her other breast. She sighed, almost a moan. Andrew couldn't see what her other hand was doing, but thought perhaps it was also busy, under the covers. Hoping this wasn't a trap, he laid his hand back on her other breast and imitated the way she touched herself. He hoped she was mistaking his hand for her own.

"Mmmm. Yeah. Andrew." He jumped a little at the sound of his own name, but didn't stop caressing her. Taking a chance, he varied how he was touching her, squeezing the firm-yet-soft flesh of her breast, stroking her erect nipple with his thumb. She responded with another sighing moan, saying his name again. Was she lost in a fantasy somehow? And was he the star of it? Her eyes, though open, weren't focused on him, but at a point directly above her.

What am I doing? he asked himself. She's gonna wake up and tear me apart any minute. But he didn't stop. Wishing he could reach under that shirt, and not daring to try, his fondling grew more vigorous. He lifted the breast upwards, then let it drop, feeling the nipple slide down his barely touching palm and delighting in how her tit bounced. He nearly laughed when he saw her imitate the maneuver, moaning a bit louder.

Just as suddenly as it all started, the session stopped. Maya's sighs and moans turned back into deep breathing and snores, and Andrew reluctantly let go of his prize. He left her alone, this time leaving the door ajar, and returned to the living room. Although not a religious man, he prayed his way back to the couch, please, don't let her remember that tomorrow.

He removed the porno, then began searching his collection. There was this movie, he recollected, from back in the eighties. The golden days of porn, he often called it, when people took their time, talked, stripped slowly, played out games and fantasies. He couldn't remember the title, but it involved a woman being hypnotized by her therapist, and commanded to do all sorts-

"There it is!" he whispered. "Bad". Now that was an original title for a porno. It was VHS, so he switched the input on the TV and slid the tape home. It was actually fast-forwarded to the hypnotism scene, he noticed with some satisfaction. How long had it been since he'd watched this? Five years? More? "Whatever. Let's get some ideas."

The scene lasted almost ten minutes, another thing he liked about the "classic" adult movies. They took their time on a story, usually. There were a couple more scenes involving the girl who was hypnotized, being knocked back into her sleep-state by a keyword. His psychology professor had thrown out that old legend, insisting that keywords helped the person relax and take a step towards being hypnotized; but that it was impossible to hypnotize a subject with just one word. Still, this was fantasy, and the girl kinda looked like Maya.

He was just re-watching the three-way scene when he heard Maya again stand up, this time wandering out of the bedroom. He stopped the tape, and turned to see if she needed help.

She was standing on the doorway, leaning on the frame as though her legs couldn't support her 100%. Her eyes were open again, but distant. "Andrew?"

"Yeah, Maya?" He stared at her fully erect nipples and pants hanging loose from her left hip. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Tired, but can't... " She yawned, and the pants slipped off her other hip. Andrew had no idea what was keeping them up. They should be around her ankles by now, he thought. "... can't sleep."

"Do you feel sick?" As concerned as he was horny, Andrew rose from the couch and went to her. "Do you feel warm?" He laid a hand on her forehead. No fever.

"No. Just... edgy," she slurred. She let out another yawn, a little one. "Andrew?"

"Yes?"

"D'you want me?" Her expression never changed, her voice never changed from the semi-monotone drone, but the intent of the question was crystal clear. Andrew asked anyway.

"What do you mean, 'want' you?"

"D'you thin' Um pretty?" she muttered. As she spoke, the jeans fell down the rest of the way, ending up crumpled around her ankles. She shifted, but made no move to fix them.

Andrew stared at her. Unsure what was going on or what to do, he threw caution to the wind. "Yes, Maya. I think you're beautiful." She smiled faintly. "In fact, I've found you beautiful for many ye-"

"Thanks. Goin' back tuh bed." With that, she turned and shuffled back into his bedroom. She stumbled, nearly tripping on the pants. She stopped, but made no move to fix them. Just stopped.

"Need help with your... uh... jeans?"

"Yeah. Sweet." Andrew, unable to believe his luck, leaned over (getting a righteous view of her ass) and tugged the jeans back up. They still hung loose on her, but they stayed up for the return trip to the bed. She simply stood after bumping into the bed, and Andrew had to tug at her shoulders so she would turn. Once facing him, she sat down hard.

"There you go. Try to get some sleep. You need to sleep off the pills." He tried to get her to lay back, but she resisted.

"Can't. Can't sleep. I feel... like... dreaming." She ran a hand through her hair. "Is th's a dream?" By the sound of her voice, Andrew realized she was already convinced she was in a dream. He felt like he was, too.

He decided not to answer the question. To do so would be like lying to her. Even though he had touched her in forbidden places, and was ashamed to admit he may do more, Andrew couldn't bring himself to lie to Maya. "At least lay down. You should try to sleep." Giving in, Maya flopped back, head barely missing the headboard. There was no malice in the gesture; it was simply resignation.

"Can't sleep." she muttered again, but her eyes closed. Andrew tiptoed backwards -bumping the door frame and nearly landing on his ass in the process- and went to the kitchen for a drink. He gave the Jim Beam a long, cold look, then decided against it. If he got drunk now, he might do something he'd regret. He opted for a soda. Lots of caffeine, that would do the trick. It was going to be a sleepless night anyw-

"Andrew?" The voice came from the living room, faint, almost pleading. "Can you he'p me?" He turned, and found Maya nearly falling onto the coffee table. The jeans had tumbled to her knees this time, and tangled there. She looked completely at a loss. No panic or fear was evident on her face; just that lost, confused look.

"Coming. Don't move Maya." He was at her side in a second, hands on her hips to lend balance. It took a moment for his panic to wear off and the sensation of firm hips through sheer, lacy cotton to reach his consciousness.

"Thank... sweet." She lay a limp hand alongside his cheek and smiled faintly. "Ev'n dreamin', yerr still my he... "

"Your what?" Was she going to say 'hero'? She didn't answer, the comment already forgotten. Did Maya have some kind of quiet fantasy about him? Andrew scoffed inwardly, knowing full well they were just friends. But a little kernel of doubt was forming inside that surety, threatening to burst. "Maya, do you need help with those pants?"

"Yeah." He reached down to help pull them up again, then stopped. His face was nearly level with her chest. Nipples. They were rock hard again. He had the heat turned up, and they had both been inside long enough to warm up. "Maya? Do you want to just take them off?" He held his breath without knowing he was doing it.

"Yeah," She answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Take 'em 'ff." she murmured. Andrew could see she was becoming lightheaded again. Well, more lightheaded, anyway.

"Okay. I'll take your pants off." He knew it was juvenile, but just saying those words gave him a thrill beyond anything in his entire porn collection. She just nodded and smiled, not even looking down at him. Being careful to keep one hand on her hip to steady her, Andrew tugged the pants down to her ankles, then asked her to sit on the couch. Kneeling between her legs, Andrew tugged the old pair of jeans off, thanking whatever fates that might be for not letting him from throw them away after Gina broke up with him.

"Thanks. Sweet Andrew." Maya slumped back on the couch, still awake but barely cognizant. Her legs lay open; Andrew remained on his knees, between hers. He just stared at her crotch. They were thin cotton, wide enough to cover her private areas, but sheer enough to make a viewer want more. The pale purple fabric bore a slightly deeper hue in a narrow vertical line. She was drunk and high, technically, but she hadn't peed herself. Andrew could smell the musky scent of her sex. Hard nipples, wet panties. Andrew was about to scream.

Finally, he stood, although doing so required a major crotch adjustment. Maya just stared at the TV with it's blue screen. Andrew had forgotten about the movie. And the fridge door, which he could see standing wide open from where he stood. "Be right back, Maya. Just stay there, okay?" She nodded.

He returned a moment later with the soda. He realized hadn't asked if she wanted a drink, and was just about to when she spoke. "D'you like m' panties?" she slurred. He almost burst out laughing. The words were absurd, but the tone was serious.

"Yes. I love your panties. They're really- " He paused. How truthful could he be? She wasn't actually hypnotized; he couldn't tell her what to do beyond making requests. Neither was she stoned, still in charge of her basic faculties, but without inhibitions. What the hell, he decided. Let's go for broke.

"D'you?" she asked again.

"Your panties are very sexy, Maya. Just like you." He winced, waiting for the backlash, or the laughter. He wasn't sure which would be worse. Instead, a broad smile crossed her face. "Thanks. Yurr sexy too. Sexy An'rew." She stood, slow and unsteady. Andrew was beside her in an instant. He wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. She leaned on him, eyes half-closed, breathing deep.

"Maya?" he asked, wondering if she'd fallen asleep.

"Yeah?" she muttered. Andrew, knowing she was still aware, let his hand slide down Maya's back to rest on her ass. She made no protest, barely responding at all. He gave it a soft squeeze, and Maya moaned softly, laying her head on his arm.

"Better if you sit down, Maya." At first, he tried wrangling her onto the couch, but the angle was difficult and she was unresponsive. Inspiration struck, and Andrew settled into the couch, drawing Maya into his lap. She offered no resistance, settling heavily onto his legs. Normally modest and somewhat prudish, Maya leaned back, letting her legs fall open. To Andrew, she looked like a man watching TV. Unable to restrain himself, he draped one arm around her waist, just below her breasts. The other fell between her spread legs.

Forcing himself to wait for a response, five minutes passed before Andrew made another move. "You're so pretty, Maya." She sighed, nothing else. "May I t-" He stopped. Why was he asking permission? Better to be resolute. Or would it be better to not say anything at all. Realizing this was the final test, Andrew said nothing, just acted.

Cupping her left breast, Andrew tenderly lifted it, feeling the weight of it in his hand after all these years. Maya said nothing, sighing again. Savoring the moment and the feel of her breast in his hand he simply held it, feeling the nipple slowly grow even firmer against his palm. Gently, he began to rhythmically squeeze it.

Maya moaned low and lay her head back over his shoulder. Andrew's cock swelled even more, pressing painfully against both his pants and her rear. Ignoring that discomfort, he grasped her other breast with the free hand. Soon he was full into it, rubbing and squeezing her tits with abandon. "Oh, Maya. I've wanted to touch you for so long." He tweaked one nipple, softly pinching it and rolling the hard little nub. Maya muttered, "Mmm, 'ndrew.", her breathing coming a little heavier.

"You like that?" he asked. Maya nodded, an almost imperceptible motion; but, it was all the confirmation he needed. He worked her nipples, tenderly rolling his fingers over them, flicking and tickling them simultaneously. Maya sighed and whimpered in time with his tending; she writhed subtly, grinding her hips just a bit against his lap. Andrew felt a drop of precum squeeze from his tormented cock.

Fascinated with finally being able to touch Maya's tits after so many frustrating years, Andrew spent long minutes on them. While still stimulating one nipple with his left hand, the other lifted her breast, testing the ample weight of it. It was a shame Maya covered them up, he thought. She had such a full, ripe bosom, a set of heavy C's, nearly a D. One wouldn't know it to look at her, in those sport bras, loose shirts and heavy sweaters. She slouched, drawing attention away from her full chest. Letting it drop, he smiled at the sight of it bouncing. "Watch it jiggle" he mumbled, nearly laughing. How Maya would react if she were truly aware...

He repeated the motion twice more, just enjoying the sight of her quivering tit. Finally, he let go, only to slip his hand under her shirt. The hand slid slowly up her soft belly, and Maya trembled. Once his hand touched the underswell of her breast, she sighed deeply and started grinding her hips against him again. He touched her bare tits as he had through her shirt. The soft, yet firm, flesh felt like heaven in his hands. Her rock-hard nipples pulsed with her thudding heart.

Without warning, Andrew let go of her breasts, lifted her arms and slipped the t-shirt off in one fluid motion. Maya's arms instantly dropped in her lap, as though holding them up for him were a Herculean effort. She lay back against him once again, head lolling over his shoulder, moaning and writhing in a muted, half-aware way. Andrew stared over her shoulder, appreciated the unobstructed view of her tits. He lifted them in order to examine them more easily. Another drop of cum spilled into his jeans as he savored the thought: Maya was sitting in his lap, wearing only a tight pair of panties.

Time to remedy that.

"Maya? Can you hear me?" He cringed at the stupid question and vowed to be more commanding from here on in. She muttered to the affirmative, although the words were lost to him. "Okay, I'm going to take you into the bedroom. I'm going to make you feel very, very good." Without waiting for a response, Andrew sat forward, rolling Maya around in his lap and standing up. She allowed herself to be carried in his arms without any protest.




Catalyst



He lay her down on his bed, arms at her sides and legs spread open. The dark stripe down her panties was three times larger. "You're so wet, Maya." She didn't answer, but lifted her hips off the bed for a moment, as though showing off for him, or offering herself up. Either way, it was so unlike anything Maya would do that Andrew actually whimpered. "Maya, you're so beautiful. I love looking at your body." She smiled, a sweet, innocent gesture. "Tell me, what are you wearing?"

She paused, frowning. His heart stopped. Was she becoming aware? Did she object to being nearly naked? Her eyes fluttered as she tried to open them wider, but the effects from drug and the alcohol took over. He hands slid over her body, slow and clumsy, stopping when she felt her bared tits and at the waistband of the purple panties. Then, the smile returned. "Jus' my p'nties. No shirt." Pause. "D'you like it 'ndrew? m'I pretty?"

"You're gorgeous Maya." he answered.

"... like muh shhhchest?" she slurred.

You have beautiful breasts Maya." She smiled wider, hands settling at her sides. "Thank Anderrr... " she mumbled, drifting into the haze again. Andrew went around the bed and sat beside her, leaning against the headboard. He wondered how long she would be like this, feared she might awaken while all this was going on. The hell with it, he thought. I'll take my chances. A small voice in the back of his head called out, demanding to know what the hell he was doing. But Andrew had locked his annoying conscience in a closet and chose to ignore it's rambling.

Taking her left nipple in his mouth, he began suckling her, caressing her hair and other tit with his free hands. Maya whimpered in an almost unending tone, a single, long moan punctuated by occasional peaks as Andrew sucked harder or tweaked the other nipple. Maya seemed unable or unwilling to mask her pleasure, and he was completely unable to stop granting it.

It was only a matter of moments before his questing fingers slid down her small, round tummy and between her legs. He felt the wetness there and pressed two fingers against it while nibbling at her breast. The effect was immediate; Maya squeaked and her hips twitched, trying to rise up off the bed and press against his touch. "Mmmm... 'ndrew... " He stroked the fingers up and down the wet line, alternately pressing into the cleft and spreading the fingers along the edges of her labia. On the third upstroke, he brushed her very erect clit and Maya huffed, making a sound like a breathy, surprised "Huh!". Taking the hint, he circled the stiff nub, flicking his finger across it once to see what she did.

Maya let out a complaining moan, full of equal parts pleasure and consternation. He knew she masturbated, once eavesdropping on a conversation between her and Talia. But he doubted anyone else had bothered to touch her like that. While he stroked with one hand, Andrew let go of her right breast with the other and quickly slid it under the leg band of her panties. Suddenly she had two hands on her pussy, one on the outside, rubbing her clit through the thin fabric, the other against bare flesh, petting the tender folds of her lips.

The barely-aware woman moaned and squirmed, pushing her hips against his hands with what little strength remained, breathlessly repeating his name: "Andrew... 'ndrew... An'rew... " Daring it all, he slid a finger inside her, just an inch. Half out of breath, Maya managed a gasping shout: "Hunh!". He felt her clench up and watched her hands scrabble and grip at the bed sheets.

"I'm taking off your panties, Maya." he told her, command ample in his voice. It wasn't a question or a comment, it was inevitable. Up on his knees, between hers, Andrew grabbed the still panting woman's panties and, lifting her ass up off the bed, whipped the last remaining garment off. He dropped them on the floor and watched for her reaction.

Maya's legs fell open onto the bed, spreading even further with apparent effort. "Anduh... rew? Andrew?" she called out, voice meek. "Andrew? Er you gonna toushhhch me? Felt goo'. 'ndrew?"

"Yes, Maya. I love touching you. You have a beautiful body." He stared at her bared crotch, at the wispy pubic hairs and glistening lips and quivering clit, quickly unbuttoning his jeans as he spoke. Within a minute, he, too, was naked. "Maya?"

"Yeh?" She muttered.

"Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?" The words seemed to shock her, even in this state. She gasped lightly, her shoulders twitching involuntarily. Was she disgusted or intrigued? Andrew had a moment to wonder. Then she answered: "No... n'ver." She was near-breathless.

Without replying, Andrew dropped down onto his elbows, and rested a cheek on her firm thigh. Maya sighed. When his tongue touched her clit, she jerked, legs clenching together. Andrew was trapped for a second or two, held in place by her thighs, the world's most willing prisoner. Then she relaxed, legs falling apart as though she'd been knocked unconscious. Andrew went to work.

A previous girlfriend, Naomi, had loved for Andrew to pleasure her orally. He'd gotten a lot of practice in the ten months they dated. He used every trick he ever learned on Maya. First he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, alternating that with swift flicks back and forth. His fingers rubbed her lips and delved inside her pussy slowly, never penetrating far. Maya let out long sighs and moans, hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with his tongue.

Losing all inhibition, he began lapping at her like a hungry mongrel, all the way from bottom to top, sometimes covering her entire vagina and clit in one, long stroke. At this Maya grunted; when he punctuated this move by sucking on the hard nub, she let out a squeaky whimper. Soon his finger was buried in her as he licked her pussy with abandon. After only a few minutes, Andrew sensed her orgasm building. Her moans grew shorter, her breath quickened even more. When he felt her pussy tighten around his questing finger, her froze, pressing on her clit with the flat of his tongue, lips wrapped around it, finger pressed deep and hard. Naomi had loved that.

Maya cried out, the first time Andrew had ever heard her make such a sound. Her hands gripped at the sheets and legs snapped straight out as she wailed in pleasure. The sound was animalistic; no words came out, only a primal scream. Finally, she relaxed, legs unclenching and fingers releasing the fabric. Andrew sprang up, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum. She appeared to be asleep, which wouldn't have surprised him. Half-crawling, Andrew scrabbled until his hips were level with her face.

He knew how she felt about fellatio. Maya never held any reservations in expressing her disgust at the very idea. "There's nothing wrong with doing it, if that's what you like," she'd told Talia one night. Andrew was on the couch, pretending to be asleep as the two girls gossiped in Maya's room. "But, I can't even imagine putting... that... in my mouth. I mean, guys pee out of it!" That had driven the two into giggles, especially after Talia suggested Maya was a closet lesbian.

Despite this knowledge, Andrew leaned forward and lay his cock against her cheek. Maya's mouth hung open. She must be asleep, he figured, seeing the slack jaw. But when the tip entered the corner of Maya's mouth, her lips spasmed. Eyes fluttering open, she muttered "An'rew? Whassit?"

"My cock, beautiful. I wanted you t-" Suddenly, her head lolled towards him, and her lips closed around his cock. Andrew had a split-second of panic in which he feared her bite, but it was in vain. She immediately began sucking him, inexpertly, but with vigor. He felt her little tongue ticking the underside of the head as her lips and cheeks drew at him. Despite her vocal protestations, Maya was driven to sucking his cock!

She muttered around his cock, talking while she fellated him. The only word that made sense was his name, mumbled again and again. His eyes flicked to hers, and were shocked to catch them half-open, looking up at him. She knew what she was doing, even if she believed it to be a dream. How long had she been dreaming of sucking his cock?

Believing strongly in reciprocation, Andrew used his hands on her, caressing her tits one at a time, and sliding a finger in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh Maya. That feels so good." Soon he was pumping his cock slowly back and forth in her mouth, teaching her. Maya responded, bobbing her head slightly.

The last thing Andrew wanted was to come in her mouth, but she whimpered when he finally pulled away. Figuring the truth wouldn't hurt, he told her the reason, and she fell silent, smiling that dopey smile that told him she was still in La La Land. He withdrew, dick quivering with the strain of resisting orgasm. Kneeling on the bed, Andrew waited for the span of five deep breaths, until the urge faded, hovering near the surface.

Glancing at the clock, Andrew did a little math, nearly gasping in shock at how much time had gone by. Over an hour? How much longer would she be like this? How long until Maya came to, mad as hell and wondering what he was doing? He felt the time pressing down on him like a weight. there were so many things he wanted to do with Maya, so much to say. Andrew wanted to experiment with his best friend, seek out her deepest fantasies, learn what really turned her on and off, deep at the subconscious level.

But there wasn't time.

"'ndrrrrew? You theh?" Maya mumbled. "'ndruh?" He lay a hand on her breast and she sighed, content. His eyes focused back on her body, the slender perfection of curves, tight and somehow tender flesh. Those firm breasts, small but high. Pert nipples and narrow waist, rounded hips. The soft brown of her hair, the rounded angles of her face, soft, pouty lips. How long he'd wanted her in his bed, to touch, to pleasure, to experience. And here she was, naked and ready for him, while he sat lamenting the lack of more time.

"What am I waiting for?" he whispered. Maya muttered a question, unintelligible to Andrew. "I love you, Maya. I want to make love to you." She smiled, shifting slightly on his bed and spreading her legs a fraction more. "Actually," he added, crawling over to kneel between those spread legs, "I want to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you, Maya?"

"Yuh. Please fu' me An'rew." When his knee bumped gently against her thigh, she drew her hand to it sluggishly. Andrew wasn't sure if the gesture was meant to draw him onward or ask him to take it slow. Either was, he ignored it. This is my show, he thought.

Strong hands slid beneath her upper thighs, caressing her tight ass, then lifting it an inch or two off the bed. Andrew leaned forward, resting his pulsing cock against her swollen pussy. Maya moaned, uttering his name. He spent a second or two considering how he wanted his first time with Maya to be. How would he penetrate the girl he'd wanted to fuck for over seven years? He knew she was inexperienced, that the only other man she'd been with was before he'd met her. But gentility wasn't in Andrew's nature, and he knew it.

Damnit! To hell with the consequences! Arching his back, Andrew lined his cock up straight inline with Maya's trembling pussy, then thrust hard. She whimpered as the air was knocked out of her lungs. Damn she was tight! Despite pounding her hard, his cock was only half buried inside her. By her relaxed posture, he could tell she wasn't tensed up or resisting. She was just too small for him.

That didn't mean he was about to stop. Finally, after so many years, he was inside Maya, his cock in her pussy, and it was better than he could ever have imagined. She whimpered as she regained her breath, panting low. He pulled his now-dripping cock out a fraction of an inch, then shoved forward, hard. Maya cried out, a mingling of pain and pleasure. "'ndrew?"

"Shh, Maya." he panted. He was buried almost all the way into her now. When she didn't answer, he repeated the move, twice more until he felt himself bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass. "Too deep," she muttered, and shivered. "Quiet, Maya." he grunted, not too kindly, and she grew silent.

His cock felt harder than it had ever been, almost painfully so. He knew he was filling her past her body's ability to accept, but that did not stop him. Andrew began a rhythmic pistoning in and out of her, drawing himself completely out and then thrusting in as far as he could go, just as he'd always dreamed of taking her. Maya moaned and grunted alternately, and when he gently pinched her clit between two fingers, rolling and working that hard little nub, he could feel her heart pounding all through her body, even inside her pussy.

Andrew lay down on top of Maya, hands planted on either side of her head, twiddling her hair. She grunted from the added weight, but did not protest. He knew she was hurting some from the roughness of his fucking. "An'rew... fuh... fuck m'." As she muttered these words, her hand came up to press against his chest in a feeble attempt to slow him down. Andrew gripped both of her wrists and held her hands down at her sides. Maya stopped struggling and even smiled for a split-second.

"Oh Maya! It feels... unh!" Andrew was nearly beyond words, and Maya was uttering meaningless noises. He felt her orgasm coming, driven on by the sudden clenching of her pussy around him. "And- Andrah... ahh... ahh... AAAHHHHH!" 

She orgasmed just as Andrew thrust deeper than ever before, spreading her pussy to accept every inch, pressing the swell of the base of his cock into her. He gripped her hips as the orgasm hit him, pulling out at just the last second, spurting cum all over her belly and tits, rubbing her pussy with his shaft as he kept thrusting, coming. For her part, Maya was crying out again and again, loud mewling sounds that turned Andrew on even more, and a second wave of orgasm squirted out of his twitching cock.

She lay there, spent and unconscious, in a pool of Andrew's come for a long time before he drew up the strength to stir. Common sense returned immediately, as it does for most guys right after sex. He hurried to the bathroom, returning with a clean towel and damp washcloth. Taking his time, he savored giving her a sponge bath. He had no idea when she might return to full consciousness; and, perhaps, there was time to clean up the mess he'd made.

That meant more than just wiping her down with a wet cloth, enjoyable as that was. He dressed Maya quickly. Her panties were soaked and smelled of her muskiness, but there was nothing he could do about that. At least he hadn't ripped any of her clothes. Once he had her sorted out and arranged on the bed, Andrew returned to the living room, put in a DVD, selecting the final credits and letting them play. That way, it would look like he fell asleep watching a movie.

Turning in a circle, Andrew took in his surroundings. Everything looked normal. As he was about to step back into his bedroom, where Maya lay sleeping, his reflection was visible in the kitchen window for just a moment. In all the rush, he hadn't even noticed he was naked!

Once dressed, he wandered back to the bedroom. Maya was sleeping pretty deeply, from her appearance. He checked her pulse and breathing. Everything was fine. Unable to resist, Andrew lay a hand on her breast, savoring the feel of it through her t-shirt. He gave it a squeeze, knowing the memory of this night would satisfy him for years to-

"Andrew?" she muttered.

"Gah!" He leaped from the bed.

"An'ew?" she asked again. " 'szat you?"

"Yes, Maya. Are you alright?" He knew it sounded stupid, that she'd just caught him feeling up her tit. He was hoping she'd have no memory of tonight, that it would be forgotten. Now he would have to face the consequences, lose his best friend, maybe face charges. Why, oh why did I do this? he asked himself.

"'m I dream'n? Feez like... drea... " She wasn't precisely asleep, nor awake, Andrew realized. Maybe he wasn't screwed. How suggestible was she? What the hell, you've taken it this far... 

It took only a couple of minutes to sort the room out. Then: "Maya, can you hear me?"

"Yes, 'ndrew." Slipping an arm under her shoulders, he tugged Maya into a sitting position, piling pillows behind her.

"Good. Can you open your eyes?" She obliged. They were heavy-lidded and glazed over. "Now, can you see that candle in the corner" She nodded, fighting to focus on it. Not that it mattered whether it was blurry or not. Silently, he wondered if you could hypnotize a half-unconscious person. He'd done it successfully in class, on willing subjects. Oh, well, time to find out.

"You feel yourself relaxing, slipping into a more comfortable place... " He droned on, using his voice as much as the words to lull Maya into a subconscious state. It was far easier than expected. "Now, Maya. Where are you?"

She hesitated. "In my safe place."

"Do you like it there?" he asked.

"Oh yes!" She nodded, sounding more alert now than ten minutes earlier. He spent another few minutes setting the "Safe Place" ground rules. There were no consequences for anything said or done while there. It was a place of comfort, like a pleasant dream. Any commands given would be forgotten upon waking, but had to be obeyed. There were no lies in the Safe place, etc.

"Good. Now, were going to talk about what happened tonight. The dream you had. Do you remember a dream about you and me?" Andrew asked.

"Yes. We... made love." He couldn't resist asking if she enjoyed it. "Yes! It was wonderful finally being with you, Andrew."

"Have you ever wanted to... make love... to me before tonight?" She hesitated again. "Remember, you're in your safe place. As long as you tell the truth, nothing bad can happen. Now, have you ever thought about havin-" He stopped, wet his lips. "Have you ever thought about making love with me before?"

"Yes. Many times. You were so rough with me, Andrew. But, I liked it." A sheepish grin, followed by flushed cheeks, proceeded that statement.

"Would you like to do that again? Make love to me?" She nodded, too embarrassed to speak. "Don't worry, Maya. Safe Place, remember? You can say anything. Now, I'm going to give you a command, like we spoke about." He paused, watching her reaction. There barely was one, beyond a resigned smile. She was content being lead, dominated. "This command will let you have more wonderful dreams about being with me, without any consequences. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," she sighed.

"Good. I'm going to say a word now. Any time I say this word to you, no matter where you are or what you are doing, this word will allow you to return to this safe place. There, you will dream of me more, of making love to me. But," Her smile faltered for a moment. He took the plunge. "When you are in the Safe Place, you must do whatever I tell you. Even if it seems a little odd, or even intimidating." The smile returned. Was she a closet sub, he wondered.

"In the safe place, you will obey me without question, allowing us to make love. In the Safe place, you will think of nothing but pleasing me, of our pleasure together. Do you understand?"

Maya let out a long breath, one Andrew wasn't aware she'd been holding. "Yes, Andrew." Her tone was content, even pleased.

"Now remember, the word I give you , when you hear it from me, and only me, means you must close your eyes and re-enter the Safe Place. All thoughts, all fears, all worries will stop, and you can relax into this peaceful state. You can obey me without any concerns, all your decisions made for you. Then, when I give you permission, you will wake back up, not remembering anything we've done, but feeling refreshed and happy. The word is: 'Acquiesce'"

He spent the next few minutes reinforcing the keyword, and the rules of the Safe Place. Then, Maya was walked through the events of that night, subtly altered. "So, what happened after you came out of the shower and I went in?" Andrew asked her.




Catalyst



"You went in to take a shower, and I sat down on the couch, trying to find a movie. While I was flipping through the pay-per-view channels, I got really horny, and slid my hand inside the pants you gave me. I masturbated until I came twice. It must have been the wine cooler, but I was really rough about it, shoving my fingers up inside me and pinching my nipples while rubbed my clit. It felt really good. Finally, I got really tired and fell asleep on the couch. That's all I remember."

It was, in fact, just as Andrew instructed her to remember. After discovering she had masturbated in his apartment before, he found an excuse for the state of her abused pussy. He talked her through the story one more time, then commanded her to forget everything they'd talked about, and go to sleep, waking up tomorrow feeling very comfortable and rested. Then, when she was completely out, he snuck back into the living room, leaving the TV on and the disc on the menu screen. Sleep took him, content with the knowledge of what the future would soon hold.



Catalyst



The clothes were strewn across the bed. Oh God, why have I got nothing decent to wear? Everything that looks good doesn't fit, and everything that fits makes me look an old frump.

Elaine looked again at the pile of clothes, and at the mumsy dress she'd planned to wear. Her wardrobe was a reflection of her life – dull and boring.

"Are you nearly ready? We have to leave in a minute!" came the bellow from downstairs.

As she turned to look again into the depths of the wardrobe, more in hope than expectation, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. A few extra pounds but not that bad, and the black underwear and hold up stockings looked pretty sexy – not that he'd even noticed when she'd put them on. Twenty years ago he'd have been practically salivating, and there would have been no way they would have got to the party on time. But that was twenty years ago. 

At the end of the clothes rail in his half of the wardrobe – well it was called his half but in reality her clothes occupied a good part. In her half of his half she noticed a clothes bag hanging, and remembered what was in it. It had been over nineteen years since she'd worn that dress. They'd bought it for a ball when she had been twelve weeks pregnant with Chloe and her usual party dresses were too tight – it might be just the thing. 

"Are you coming or am I going alone? Get a bloody move on!"

As she pulled up the zipper, she looked at herself again. Perfect fit – the black dress, covered in bumpy, sparkly stones still looked as good as it had way back when. Uh oh, this bra will have to go, too visible. So the choice is – no bra or frumpy dress. No choice. 

"Hurry up, will you!"

"For God's sake dad," She heard Chloe's voice in support. "It's a woman's prerogative to be late."

She stared at the plunging neckline – it needed something. Rifling through the drawer she found the choker she had worn with it all those years ago. Perfect. She allowed herself a twirl. Crikey! That slash up the side is longer than I remembered – should have worn tights. Too late now. With a last flick of her short, spiky hair – the highlights looked terrific – and taking a deep breath, she turned off the light and went downstairs.

"About bloody t...bloody hell!" 

Elaine held back the smile of satisfaction. That had shut him up.

"Come on; don't hang about with your mouth open. Get in the car; I just need to grab my bag."

She went into the living room where Chloe and her steady boyfriend, Jamie, were halfway through a bottle of wine watching TV. 

"Mum, you look fantastic!"

Jamie just sat there – slowly looking her up and down, but mainly looking at her chest – his mouth open.

Men! One pair of tits and they are anybody's.

But inside, her confidence was going through the roof. She hadn't felt this good in ... well, let's leave it at a long time. 

"You don't think this neckline is a bit low? What do you reckon Jamie?" 

Chloe raised her eyebrows and grinned. She and her mum shared just about everything. She'd mentioned to her mum that Jamie was definitely a "boob" man, and she knew her mum was teasing him. But it was a side of her mum that she hadn't seen before.

"Right, I'd better go before he has a coronary."

Chloe giggled, not sure if her mum was talking about dad or Jamie.

"Okay Jamie, I was going to tell you to be good, but seeing as Chloe tells me everything I'll just say enjoy yourselves."

Jamie looked horrified and Chloe shrieked a shocked "Mum!", but Elaine just winked at them both, turned and left. She felt absolutely on top of the world. And for the first time in a very long time, she felt in control. Tonight was definitely going to be fun. 

In fact, it was more than fun, it changed Elaine's life.

As she sat in the car, she remembered just how big that slit in the dress was. She was showing a fair slice of thigh. And it felt brilliant! Why had it been so long since she'd felt like that? Probably the same reason that her husband hadn't jumped on her in her underwear – habit and familiarity. She had become what people expected her to become – a steady, reliable, unsurprising forty something mother and wife. Well it was time to become what she wanted to be. A mature woman who knew what she wanted and was willing to go and get it.

The pre dinner drinks and meal passed in a whirlwind of conversations with people she knew, but who normally never spoke to her. The men had difficulty maintaining eye contact for some reason, whilst the women were split into two camps. The "good for you, go get 'em, I wish I could carry off a dress like that" group, and the (usually younger) green eyed set, who suspected she was trying to steal their husband or boyfriend.

It was a good job she was the nominated driver for the return – otherwise if she'd drank all the drinks that had been offered she would have passed out by the time the dancing started! As it was from the minute the music had cranked up, she spent most of her time wiggling her hips, flashing her thigh and generally having a great time. Although she kept having to adjust her top, she was enjoying the tease factor it afforded.

As the evening wore on she found herself dancing with a good looking man, probably a few years younger than her, who turned out to be a recently divorced colleague of her husband. 

During one of the slow dances as she rested her head against his chest, he moved her strap back onto her shoulder. She thanked him with a cheeky grin. 

"I wouldn't want you falling out - with me, I mean!" he joked.

As the music went on she felt his hand move down her back, squeeze her cheeks and then move round to the slit in her dress. His fingers found the way in and gently made small circles on her thigh. 

"If you don't stop that in the next half an hour, I will scream for help!"

"Oh I don't think I need any help."

"No, I don't think you do!"

His hand continued to move in ever increasing circles. With each orbit it moved higher, and slowly it moved more round the front. Elaine's breathing got slightly faster. That hand was getting into very dangerous territory.

She looked up at him, in the darkness of the room his eyes twinkled in the party lights. His laughter lines enhanced the warmth she felt inside. She felt butterflies inside like she hadn't felt since before Chloe was born. Her face cracked into a grin:

"You might not need any help, but I need some fresh air."

She walked away from him for two steps, then turned:

"Are you coming?"

The air was cool on her bare arms which were moist from her exertions on the dance floor.

Not the only part of me that's moist.

Elaine hadn't felt this excited, this alive in years. She hugged his arm as they strolled past a group of smokers on the patio, and out into the depths of the large garden.

"Won't Dave wonder where you've got to?"

Elaine stopped, pursed her lips and looked at him with her head tilted to one side:

"I should imagine that David is either too immersed in an alcoholic haze, or he's too busy whipping everyone arse at Pool to worry about me. In fact, he's probably both."

Then she moved closer, turning her face up to his she whispered:

"Alan, I feel a bit chilly. Can you think of any way we can keep warm?"

Then she giggled:

"I'm sorry, that was just the corniest thing I've ever s...", but she never got to finish the sentence as his lips locked on hers.

Elaine's initial reaction was panic. Her head spun. What the hell am I doing? I'm a married woman. Then she realised she was enjoying the warmth of Alan's mouth on hers, the gentle probing of his tongue. She let her shoulders relax and eased her entire body into the kiss. She felt his hand slide down the back of her dress and caress her buttocks. Like his kisses, his caresses were firm but gentle. She moved her mouth away from his so she could say something apologetic about her saggy, forty something body.

But Alan took the opportunity of there being a small gap between them to slide one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder.

Elaine let out a soft sigh as his warm breath and kisses started at her ear, went down her neck, then on to her naked shoulder then down her front. Oh my God, he's going for my nipples.

At the same time, his other hand had again found the soft skin of her thigh that he had stroked so gently on the dance floor. She was caught in a pincer movement. Alan's mouth licked and kissed its way to the goal of her nipples, which by now you could have hung a jacket on. Meanwhile his fingers moved onto the gusset of her silky underwear. The moan and then the gasp that came from her made him realise that any reluctance she may have had was gone.

His tongue flicked her nipple and then he gently nibbled and kissed it. His hand slowly moved up and down the now very damp material. He slowly inched his finger inside the flimsy material and felt the soft fur of her pubic hair. Elaine whimpered, her breathing getting more erratic. Alan slid the other strap off her shoulder revealing the tops of two perfect breasts which looked a very pale white the soft moonlight. Elaine lowered her arms so the top of the dress fell off them. Alan smiled:

"I think this one's feeling left out," he whispered as he set to work on the other nipple.

Lowering her arms was a double whammy for Elaine. It showed off what David had always said was her best feature – her breasts and astonishingly long nipples. But it also meant her hands were now at Alan's waist, and she could get a grip on what had been poking her tummy for the past few minutes. As she undid his belt and flies she felt Alan's hands now working together. With his fingers in the waistband, he was very gently easing her underwear down her thighs. He stopped when they got to a point just above her knees. One hand moved up to caress the vacant nipple, while the other found its mark. His middle finger moved along her slit and with hardly any pressure at all, slipped inside. Elaine was soaking wet.

With a quiet scream, she grabbed his shoulder tightly as his finger moved up until it was gently resting on her clit. Elaine was biting her lower lip and shuddered:

"God, you bastard."

A moment of panic hit Alan. He stopped and looked at her, fearing he'd hurt her somehow.

"Are you okay?"

His answer was a the arm around his shoulders pulling his mouth back to her nipples, and the other hand reaching in and freeing his shaft from his boxers. 

Christ almighty, I can't get my hand round it.

It wasn't as long as David's – but what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. She started to play with it. She loved the feel of a new, different cock in her hand. But that thought was wiped from her mind as she felt a second finger enter her. She knew she was sopping wet. She could hear the slick noises his fingers made as he gently opened her up and teased her clit at the same time.

Elaine was panting now, her climax getting near. Alan started to lift her dress and she moved, knowing that his fingers would soon be replaced by the fat cock her hand was frantically jacking off. She spread her legs as best she could and Alan inched forward...

"Elaine!.... Elaine? You here?"

"Oh Christ, it's David."

"They went that way Dave." 

One of the smokers was obviously pointing Dave in their direction. Elaine frantically grabbed her underwear, pulled the soaking, silky material back up, put her straps back on her shoulders and straightened her dress. She almost broke down into a giggling fit as Alan struggled to get his (fortunately rapidly deflating) cock back into his trousers. 

By the time they "bumped into" Dave half a minute later, they looked the picture of innocence. Elaine though could feel her heart pounding, she could feel her aching nipples trying to poke through the dress. But most of all, she was sure David would be able to smell the unmistakable scent of a woman's juices on Alan's hand. Elaine managed, somehow, to steady her voice enough to ask if he won the pool.

In response, David held out six twenty pound notes and grinned:

"Was it ever in any doubt?"

Elaine kissed him on the cheek, and said "Well done". Her mind raced and panicked that David might somehow tell her lips had been otherwise occupied barely a minute earlier. Then she added she and Alan had come out to cool off. 

To Elaine and Alan's relief, David just babbled on about the final game – oblivious to what he had interrupted. After they had both gone to the bathroom to "freshen up", they found each other on the dance floor again. But as David was around, they were far more circumspect than earlier. As they swayed, quite close together, Elaine smiled up at him:

"I want to thank you. That was really nice – if a little ... err ... incomplete?"

"It was a pleasure. Actually, I think it would have been a lot more of a pleasure ... maybe next time? Anyway, if you really want to thank me you can remember four numbers."

She asked what the numbers were.

"Two six three six"

"No idiot, what are they for?"

He replied that she had to remember them first, and then he'd tell her what they were for. She repeated the four numbers a few times to prove she had remembered. He smiled and said he'd test her again after the next dance, and then he'd tell her.

During the next dance that damn strap slipped of her shoulder. He gently, and a little too slowly, moved it back up – whilst poking his tongue out mimicking what he'd done when he licked her nipples.

She giggled and punched him playfully, and was taken aback when he asked what the numbers were. 

"Two six three six", she answered proudly.

"Very good. So now you know my phone number at work – it's the same as your other half's but the last four digits are two six three six".

The music finished and they broke off with a smile, he stooped down, his lips brushed her cheek, and he turned and left.

The party slowly fizzled out. David had drunk his fair share, celebrating his Pool victory no doubt. They left and David was soon falling asleep in the passenger seat.

Elaine's mind was traveling at the speed of light on the way home. Had this frumpy, middle aged mum really pulled a good looking, and younger, bloke? What about the man dozing next to her? What was the future for him? What would Chloe say if she knew? All these and a zillion other questions rattled round her head. But more than that there was the exhilaration of something new, something exciting. A feeling that had woken up inside her like a sleeping giant – threatening to take over her entire life. And then there was that incredibly fat cock. She wondered what it would taste like, and what it would feel like as Alan eased it into her. 

Fellatio was not something she had ever really liked. Yes, she'd given David blow jobs – but not for a long time. Now, she was wondering if she'd missed out. Was it something she should have persevered with? Something she could have grown to love? Right now, she felt like she'd love to try getting her mouth round Alan's fat monster! 

As they pulled into the drive, her husband woke up and turned to her. He stroked her face and looked into her eyes. His face broke into a rather sad looking smile:

"You know, if you worked in the Louvre, you'd see the Mona Lisa every day and you'd forget how wonderful it is. I see you every day, and I think I'd forgotten how beautiful and special you are. I won't let that happen again."

He held her head in his hands and kissed her softly. Then he dropped one hand to her leg and started to stroke her thigh along the dress slit. She responded by reaching for his groin. He was already semi erect and growing.

Thank God he's not too pissed – I really need a good shag!

She broke away from him:

"Come on, let's go to bed!"

They went in and Chloe called to her dad, saying not to forget he'd agreed to run Jamie home. Elaine sighed:

"Come on, your taxi awaits!" she called, and she told her husband to go to bed and she'd join him soon. But she knew he'd be fast asleep by the time she got back. So much for a good shag! They waved Chloe goodbye and set off. Jamie had edged round in his seat so he could look at her. They chatted off and on, but most of the time they were silent. Then as they approached Jamie's house, he put his hand on her thigh, on the bare flesh exposed by the slit in the dress.

"I hope it's true what they say... that if you want to know what your girlfriend will look like in twenty five years, look at her mother."

Elaine stopped the car in the quiet lane outside his house, and grabbed his hand to move it.

"Jamie, I..." - but that's as far as she got as he moved across and his lips met hers. Elaine panicked, and pushed him away. 

"Oh God, I'm sorry Mrs Evans."

"Don't be. I am incredibly flattered that you find me attractive enough to do that." This time it was she that moved, closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. To Elaine that kiss lasted half a lifetime, but as soon as she felt his hand against the bare flesh at the top of her leg, she stopped and looked at him.

"No, I guess you've had one member of the family tonight, so I think that's enough. Don't be greedy. Let's pretend this never happened. But if you ever get tired of Chloe, I know where to find you. Because, young man, you are a sensational kisser."

He smiled at her, nodded sheepishly and turned to get out of the car. Elaine watched him, the feeling of frustration from the party and from the fact her husband would be asleep still aching inside her:

"Oh what the hell..."

Elaine grabbed his arm and pulled his lips back to hers. Then she picked up his hand and placed it back where it had been – on the bare flesh of her thigh. He started gently stroking her leg, but Elaine suddenly realised that she was hot and desperate – and didn't want tenderness. She wanted sex. She wanted to taste his cock in her mouth and she wanted his hand where Alan's had been. 

She pushed him away, and smiled at the look of confusion and panic in his face. Then she reached under her skirt, wriggled her bottom off the car seat and pulled off her panties.

"I don't think we need these, do we?"

Then she slowly slipped off first one dress strap, and then the other. Jamie was transfixed at the sight he'd been thinking about since he'd seen her in the dress earlier. As he and Chloe had made love he'd been imagining it was Chloe's mum, not Chloe. He'd visualized the globes of her round tits and the points of her huge nipples. Now here they were – his for the licking!

Jamie wasted no time. His mouth on one of her nipples - God, I thought Chloe's were big! And his hand caressing the other. For the second time that night, Elaine was undoing the belt of a younger man. God, Chloe's taught him well, he's really taking his time and working my boobs.

The button flies undid easily and her hand found a firm, young cock – not big, but by no means small – waiting for her. She slowly pulled his head up for another full on kiss. One hand kept playing with her nipple and the other slowly moved towards her leg, and that slash at the dress's side. As his hand moved from the smooth nylon to the stocking tops to the bare flesh, he let out a small sigh, just as Elaine moaned. As she did so, she slid her body down so that her mouth rested next to the tip of his rock hard cock.

His hand brushed her matted pussy hair at the same time as he slipped into her warm mouth. Jamie grunted. He expertly used two fingers, side by side to open her up from the bottom up. Taking his time until they arrived either side of the knot that was her clit. It was Elaine's turn to whimper. In doing so she slowly took him all the way into her mouth. 

They worked in unison. His fingers moving first slow and gentle, then quicker and firmer – each stroke going deeper, and finally rapidly moving into her and simultaneously rubbing the now enlarged bulb of her clit. Elaine kept pace – as Jamie got faster, her mouth got deeper. At the front of her mind was the overwhelming desire to come, they could do the sex later. At the back of her mind was the thought that Jamie had probably been at it half the night with Chloe so should last a long time.




Catalyst



Her orgasm was building. She was struggling for breath but she didn't want to stop sucking.

Then three things happened at once. Jamie started to spurt into her mouth, her phone started to ring and with it, her orgasm went out of the window. 

Elaine took her mouth off Jamie's pumping cock and was rewarded with a spurt between her nose and eye. Half blind, she fumbled for her handbag, and the phone inside. 

"Are you okay? Is everything alright? I was beginning to get worried!"

Jamie could hear David's anxious voice from three feet away.

"Sorry, Jamie and I got talking – just setting off back now."

He heard David ask again if she was okay because she sounded a bit funny.

You'd sound funny with a mouthful and an eyeful of fresh sperm!

"I'm fine – see you in a few minutes."

She hung up and adjusted her dress and wiped her face with a tissue while Jamie put himself away. Then she took hold of both his hands:

"Thank you – especially for your little gift, that was really nice. But like I said, I think we just forget this ever happened."

Then she winked, smiled and pecked him on the cheek. Given what she'd just swallowed, she wasn't sure how he'd feel about a full on kiss. Jamie nodded back, smiled and got out of the car.

As she drove home Elaine still couldn't quite believe what had happened – was it all because of a dress, or was it because of her – and what the dress had triggered. Either way, she liked what was happening. Walking from the car she straightened her dress and tried to look less disheveled than she felt. As soon as she opened the door David was there. So much for him being asleep! His face was a picture of concern:

"Are you okay?"

"Course I am, I just got chatting to Jamie that's all. I like him, he's a nice boy."

She'd hardly finished the sentence when David's arm were round her and his mouth sought out hers. Thank God I ate half a packet mints on the way back!

His kiss was longer and more tender than any she and David had shared for years. His hand caressed the top of her neck and slowly trailed down her spine. She shivered. Why does that feel sooo good? This must be a night for long, slow kisses.

She was still lost in a haze of pleasure when she realized David had a hand halfway up her thigh. Oh God! My knickers are in the car! She started to panic, his hand was nearly there, but it was too late:

"Err, we seem to be missing something I hope you had on when you left..."

David had inched away from her so he could look into her eyes. Though she felt somewhat distracted as his hand had just kept going and was now stroking her hair and her very moist slit. She shuddered as he gently brushed her clit. She gathered her breath to reply, but he cut her off:

"And who's excited as well?"

Elaine smiled and kissed him slowly, then:

"Well, the two events are not entirely unrelated. I was driving home, thinking about jumping you as soon as I got in the door. And, well, I took them off in the car to, you know, get a head start."

He grinned at her. How could I ever forget how gorgeous she is? He was about to tell her so, when she cut him off:

"And speaking of a HEAD start..."

Elaine slipped down onto her knees – reluctantly moving her aching vagina away from his fingers. She could see the bulge in his trousers and quickly unzipped him, undid his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers down to his knees. His cock bounced in front of her:

"Christ, that nearly took my eye out!"

"Can you think of anywhere safe to put it then?"

But het mouth was already there. She slid it into her mouth getting it further in each time she moved her head forward. Each one was greeted with a moan from David. Each moan getting louder.

"Ohhh ..... ohhhh .....ohh ....oh ..." Then Elaine did something she'd never done before, but it just seemed natural and easy, as she slid him all the way in and half way down her throat. 

"Oh .. my ... fucking ... God!"

She eased her lips back up to the tip, licked it, then sank all the way down again. This time there was just a long, low moan, She looked up and could see David, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavily and leaning back against the wall. Elaine knew that one more and he'd come. And that's just what she didn't want.

She slowly pulled her mouth away so his iron girder cock slipped out with a pop, and again she looked up at him as he opened his eyes. They were both grinning. Elaine stood up and slipped the straps off her dress, and for the third time that night her tits swung free. David made a move to hold them, caress them, kiss them, but Elaine turned round, facing away from him.

Then she looked back over her shoulder, took hold of the hem of her dress – This dress has got a lot to answer for – lifted it up to her waist, and then she bent forward resting her hands on the stairs. David looked down at the vision of perfection before him. His cock glistened with her saliva, her cunt lips glistened with her juices. They were opened, read for him. He inched for ward, slowly and gently. He rubbed the tip up and down her lips then eased forward.

There's nothing quite like that moment. That instant when the bulbous head penetrates. Both participants let out noises. Elaine's was a mini scream, a squeak of intense pleasure. All the better for the build up over the last few hours. David just grunted a long, deep "Oohhhhh".

She knew David's style. He was always gentle and considerate. He'd just gently move in and out, getting deeper each time. Then they'd start to move more rapidly. But Elaine wanted something different, she knew he'd bring her off quickly, simply because she was so hyped up. So before David could ease in any more, Elaine moved slightly away from him so the tip was resting on her pussy lips again. Then she pushed back, hard. 

"Oh Godddd!"

He was all the way in, balls deep. Then she just kept going, release – push – release, and David recovered from the shock and picked up her pace, pounding her hard. He held her hips firmly, ramming his cock deep in every thrust. He looked down and could see her pussy lips gripping his cock each time he came out. Elaine felt it building from deep within her:

"Of fuck ... oh God ... Yes....Yes ....Noooooooooo"

She started to shudder violently as the Mother of all orgasms shook her. She had a vague feeling of sperm flooding into her. Her legs gave way and they found themselves still locked together lying on the bottom four stairs – Not comfortable, but hey you can't have everything. David's cock was still pulsing the last seed deep inside her.

"For God's sake, will you two go to bed now? Never mind waking me up, I don't know how you'll look the neighbours in the eye tomorrow with the racket you two just made."

Elaine and David looked at each other – the initial horror soon turned to a fit of giggles. She was shaking so much that David slipped out of her. She soon felt a gloop follow suit. Ah well, that can wait til morning to be cleaned up off the carpet. She stroked his face and looked into his eyes:

"Come on let's go to bed, I haven't finished with you yet!"

Some while later, she lay in bed thinking how her humdrum life, and especially her humdrum sex life had changed. She and David had clearly reignited the dying embers, but if they ever went out, well ... There's always 2-6-3-6, or maybe by that time Chloe will have moved on to someone other than Jamie ....



Catalyst



This story contains themes of dominance and submission in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended by such material please try a different story.

The Catalyst

Chapter One

It had been at least fifteen years since I last interviewed a candidate in person, certainly not since I had taken the company public, and I was twenty-four then. Those fifteen years had seen the company grow from a single office to world-wide representation and a current staff of more than three hundred.

I checked myself in the mirror and decided that, whilst those years had brought a fair measure of stress, time had been kind to me. Unless they actually knew very few people could guess my real age.

My mother still had people thinking she was in her fifties when she had, in fact, turned seventy and I shared those same genes and much else besides. Most women do not get to see their mothers naked body that often but mine had been a life model of some renown during her twenties and she had been the subject of a couple of moderately famous portraits.

It was obvious that we were both slim and long legged with the large breasts that seemed to be a family hallmark but I also knew that we shared the same prominent nipples and, courtesy of the immodest Clarke portrait, very noticeable labia.

She and I were facially similar and she, in turn, had often been mistaken for the silent film star Louise Brooks hence the scandal that had attached to the Clark portrait when it was first hung at The National.

Melanie, my p.a., looked in at the door and announced the candidate's arrival and I noticed that she seemed a little flustered which was at odds with her normally cool demeanour.

I stood up to greet Jade and was immediately struck by the fact that she was not intimidated by my office. Even I am prepared to admit that it is a little ostentatious but then, nowadays, I am called upon to entertain captains of industry and others amongst the great and good.

Jade looked at me fixedly as she crossed the room and I reinforced the impression I had gained from her photographs that she might scrub up nicely. Her make-up was cheap and not well applied but she had ice blue eyes over high cheek bones and a nicely shaped mouth. She also had lovely blonde hair but it was uncaringly styled.

I instinctively locked eyes with her and so I only noticed the way she was dressed in a peripheral way. She slouched a little as she walked but that did little to disguise the fact that she was nicely proportioned and the unkind thought flitted through my mind that, if all else failed, she could make a nice living with the aid of a pole.

She wore a mismatched jacket over a very short skirt with a blouse that struggled to contain her ample charms. I had to remind myself that she was barely nineteen and her experience of interviews was extremely limited.

I was going to try and keep things informal by inviting her to sit on the sofa but she immediately opted for the visitors chair on the opposite side of my desk. She did not attempt to shake hands and I was struck by the way that she moved the chair away from the desk to establish a personal space for herself.

As I went through her spartan résumé she gave terse one word answers and I had to remind myself that she was only attending the interview in order to tick the box and retain her entitlement to a job seekers allowance.

Unbeknownst to her I had accessed some of her more personal records and had established that she had been raised by a series of foster parents and had a very patchy school attendance. A word that came up more than once was 'manipulative' but she had a very high intelligence quotient; indeed, so high that she was suspected of cheating and had been retested.

She looked bored and unbuttoned her jacket as if to suggest that the office was too warm and that she was anxious to leave. As she did so my eyes flitted to her chest. Beneath her blouse she wore a cheap uplift bra so thin as to suggest the darker shading of her nipples.

It happened in the space of a split second but there was the tiniest glint in her eye letting me know that she had caught my glance. I felt awkward for an instant but I collected myself and carried on with my questions.

"Do you have any hobbies or personal interests?"

"I like to go out... but I have to find someone willing to pay for me."

It was the longest sentence she had strung together and I wondered just exactly what she meant but then, as if to illustrate her point, she sat up a little straighter and crossed one leg over the other. Her skirt rode up revealing an expanse of pale thigh and I could see her almost daring me to look.

It was hard not to but my mind was racing. On paper, she seemed a prime candidate but if she was prostituting herself in order to live it was a complete non-starter. I was in two minds as to whether or not I should carry on the interview process or simply bring things quickly to a close.

"That sounds a little dangerous. There are some very strange men out there."

She paused and half smiled before she replied.

"Oh believe me, I am very choosey when it comes to men and, besides, women are far easier prey."

If she was attempting to shock me she succeeded but years of negotiations had enabled me to perfect a poker face. Even now there was no confirmation that she was referring to sexual favours but then, very slowly, she recrossed her legs.

It was all I could do to hold her steady gaze but the flash at the edge of my vision suggested that she was either wearing the sheerest of panties or was not wearing any at all.

Had she come to the interview looking for an opportunity to pimp herself?

She had chosen the wrong woman. After two failed long term relationships I had been ready to give up on the male of the species and focus fully on my business. I still had a lot of men coming on to me but I tended to choose the younger, more virile, specimens when the fancy took me and simply kicked them out of the door the morning after.

I stood up and gave a neutral smile.

"I would like to thank you for coming in today and we will be in touch. My assistant will look after your travel expenses."

She rose from her chair without a word and walked out of the room leaving me to make a final note on her file. I gave it a further ten minutes and decided that I needed some fresh air. Melanie was not at her desk in the outer office and so I scribbled a post it note and stuck it on her screen.

My office occupied the top floor of five and I decided to take the stairs but I caught my heel on the very first flight and felt it go. I cursed, took off my now useless shoes, and headed back upstairs to the ladies room where I kept a pair of trainers in my locker.

As I walked in I heard a distinct groan coming from the single cubicle. It could only have been Melanie as we were the only two situate on the fifth floor. I wondered if it was her time of the month and I was about to creep back out again, to save her embarrassment, when it came again.

On second hearing I knew that it was not the sound of someone in discomfort, rather, it was something from the opposite end of the spectrum. I froze to the spot and I felt my heart beating faster.

There could be no doubt. Straining my ears I now heard the wet sound of frantic fingers and an accompanying muffled sob. A vivid, unbidden, picture formed in my mind of what was happening on the other side of the locked door.

Melanie was a graduate destined for great things with the company. She was as good a personal assistant as I could have ever have hoped for and, from a company image point of view, it helped that she was stunningly attractive.

In the eighteen months she had worked for me she had never been anything less than totally professional and I could not quite square it away with what I was now hearing.

Excluding the theatrics of the occasional porn film I had never witnessed another woman reaching an orgasm and I was embarrassed to find that it was acting on me in a very unsettling manner.

She was clearly reaching a crisis point and I reasoned with myself that it would be easier to slip away when the moment came. It was obvious that she was trying to stifle the urge to cry out and then I jumped as something banged against the door.  

At that point she must have lost control. I could see the heel of her shoe beneath the door as her foot tremored rattling it in its hinges. I now knew that she was seated, reinforcing the image I had formed, and a low, plaintive, wail heralded her climax.

I quickly gathered myself and padded from the room stealthily closing the door behind me.

I found the sanctuary of my own office and, for the first time that I could remember, I locked the door behind me. It took a moment for my breathing to settle and then I began to think things through. Had Melanie's earlier discomfort had anything to do with Jade?

To the best of my knowledge Melanie was much like me. She could have her choice of men and none of them seemed to last too long. It had never occurred to me that she might have an interest in women as well.

Surprisingly, that thought set up an immediate tingling between my legs. I suppose that every red blooded woman has wondered, at some time, what it would be like but for all but a very few it remains a fantasy.

There have been a few occasions, over the years, when I have looked at a particularly attractive woman and, just for a few seconds, the thought has crossed my mind but that simply spurred me on to get laid by some anonymous stud.

The plain truth was that I could have done with some love and attention at that very minute and then another outrageous idea entered my head. I still had my overnight bag in the office, following my trip to Dijon, and I now retrieved it.

I travel with two toothbrushes. One, a top of the range rechargeable model, and the other cheap and battery operated. The cheap one has a particularly vigorous motor and, when mated with the plastic cap from my hair mousse dispenser, it becomes a very effective vibrator thus saving any potentially embarrassing encounters with customs officials.

I had never done anything like this in the office before and my hands were trembling with nervous excitement as I put my little toy together. In a spirit of devilment I was tempted to strip off altogether but my skirt would help to muffle the sound.

I slipped out of my panties noticing, with embarrassment, just how damp they were. I dropped them into my handbag and then, like a guilty schoolchild, I relaxed more deeply into my chair and put my hand between my legs.

As soon as I flicked the switch the sound from beneath my desk sounded hideously loud but I was confident that it could not be heard from beyond the door. I began to trace the rounded head along the fringes of my labia and gasped with the pleasure of it.

I closed my eyes and thought about the bank's new loan officer. He was probably around twenty-five and was positively drooling by the time our meeting was over. I had him noted down as an easy catch.

The possibility made me wet and, as I started to press more firmly, I felt my sex opening in welcome.

It was at that precise moment that my head was invaded by another image altogether. With frightening clarity I imagined Jade sitting before me with her legs lewdly parted and this time she was definitely not wearing panties.

I wanted to dispel the mental picture but it brought with it a surge of arousal that shivered my whole body. It seemed almost real as I stared at her sex and she encouraged me to use my toy more forcefully. Matching the thought to the deed I pressed it deep inside and then I began to work it in and out with almost brutish ferocity.

All the time I could see her face and hear her voice as she taunted me to work harder and then she simply told me to come.

I usually have to work towards a climax but that simple phantom command had my body shaking as the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in quite some time rocked me to the foundations.

I was left breathless as it finally ebbed away but then I heard the phone ring in the outer office. It was answered almost immediately, confirming that Melanie was back on station, but that only prompted further wantonness.

The room reeked of arousal, and I was going to have to open a window, but I imagined ringing through and telling Melanie to come in and take care of something for me.

"Oh my God!"

I actually said the words out loud as I pictured her coming through the door and seeing me like this and I unconsciously turned my toy back on and started to stimulate my clitoris.

Chapter 2

At home that same evening I tried to make sense of it all but to little avail. I decided to chalk it up to experience, something I could laugh at when I looked back on it.

The problem was that my sleep was troubled. I could not shake the feeling that Jade had, somehow, got one over on me. Given our respective stations in life it was a dumb thing to fret about. She would go back to her shabby little existence and I need never see her again.

By the time I slept on it I had had a change of heart. In her own way Jade had simply manifested the basic traits that I had actually been looking for and I was convinced that, with a little subtle moulding, my scheme could be made to work.

Melanie raised an eyebrow when I asked her to invite Jade onto the company's induction scheme, on the usual generous remuneration terms, but she did not openly question my decision.

After work I wandered down to the local wine bar where Melanie was holding court for a few friends and colleagues to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. In light of what had transpired the day before I found myself scrutinizing her interactions and particularly those with other women.

I laughed to myself, decided that I was reading far too much into things, and drained my glass. As I set it down someone directly behind me spoke soto voce.

"She's very beautiful don't you think?"

I turned to be confronted by a tall woman dressed entirely in black. She was about my height and, at a guess, she must have been around thirty years old. She had dark, piercing, eyes over a slightly upturned nose and a very full mouth which was precisely defined with lip liner.

I would not have said that she was beautiful, perhaps strikingly good looking, but she had a poise that suggested that it did not matter what I, or anybody else, thought. She smiled and held out her hand.

"Audris, I'm here with Melanie's cousin"

She indicated a slender, blonde, girl who had been laughing with Melanie minutes earlier. Ironically, I had read their apparent intimacy as flirtatiousness and now had to admit to myself just how stupid I had been.

I introduced myself as Melanie's boss and discovered that Audris was acting as London correspondent for the Die Zeit newspaper. We made small talk but, rather salaciously, I gently probed for more details of her relationship with Melanie's cousin who barely looked old enough to drink legally.

She, for her part, enigmatically steered around my questions and brought the conversation back to more mundane topics. At some point I even asked her where she had her hair done. She favoured a heavy bob cut which brought out the best in her dark, lustrous, tresses and the style looked very high maintenance.

I excused myself to go and use the ladies room but when I got there it was to find a gaggle of young women monopolising the mirrors as they chatted and adjusted their make-up.

Fortunately, I knew that there were alternative facilities on the first floor. The upstairs function room was not being used and so there was only minimal lighting on the staircase but I was familiar with the layout.

It was nice to enjoy a quiet moment but as I finished up and pressed the flush I could hear that someone else had also found their way upstairs. I came out and was surprised to find Audris checking herself in the mirror.

"Sorry, you seemed to know where you were going and so I followed you."

My immediate, unsettling, thought was that she had trailed me in the belief that I needed somewhere to 'powder my nose'. I felt sure that she was going to ask me an awkward question but I did not realize just how awkward.

"I saw the way that you were looking at Melanie. You don't have any experience with women do you?"

I was so shocked that I did not even consider the sheer impertinence of the remark. My instincts immediately called for a riposte.

"Nor you with men I think."

She smiled condescendingly.

"I enjoy a pretty boy from time to time."

"So where does Melanie's cousin fit into the scheme of things?"

"Are you asking if we are lovers? I suppose we are in a manner of speaking."

Now I was intrigued and it must have shown. She paused for a moment before continuing as if letting me in on a secret.

"She has certain needs...and I am happy to accommodate her."

I feared that she was alluding to some tawdry drugs issue and that my initial guess on encountering her may have been close to the mark. I was going to check my make up but decided to leave it and get back downstairs as expeditiously as possible.  

She shifted very slightly, not enough to bar my passage but enough to make me pause.

"I want to make you an offer"

I looked at her more uncertain than ever but she had piqued my curiosity. I said nothing and allowed her to continue.

"I enjoy sex, particularly oral sex, but I am not one of life's natural givers. Melanie's cousin, on the other hand, is...how should I put it...keen to serve."

Inside my mind was reeling but I hoped that I managed to keep my features neutral. I was fully aware of the concept of a dominant partner in a lesbian relationship but I had never heard it put in quite these terms. It took a second or two to realize that she was still speaking.

"She will happily spend hours going down on me. She just never seems to tire."

The image that she conjured caused an inappropriate tingling between my legs. My experience with men, even those who professed to enjoy it, was a series of disappointing, perfunctory, performances. The idea of someone prepared to carry on for however long I wanted was arousing in the extreme and the fact of it being another woman fully attuned and sensitive to my needs only added an extra frisson.

Caught up in this reverie her words became imbued with an unsettling intimacy

"The truth is that I've taken all that she's got to give and it's time for me to move on. I am going to tell her later this evening."

I looked at her wondering where this was leading and then, with a shock, it dawned on me. Was she putting Melanie's cousin on offer?

It says everything that I actually gave it a seconds thought before my scruples took control and I trod it down but then she confounded me altogether.

"So, after tonight, you and I are never likely to run into one another again. It will remain strictly between us. Do you want to know what it's like to taste another woman?"

Her words hit me like a cosh but the shock was compounded as she provocatively lifted her skirt. Somewhere along the way she had taken off her panties and her sex was blatantly displayed.

For a fleeting instant my mind was drawn to my interview with Jade and my inappropriate behaviour in the office. It was almost as if I could feel a physical presence between my legs.

Audris looked at me with a mixture of invitation and challenge and I briefly wondered what it was that had made her single me out. She had already made clear her own preference which suggested that she saw me in a submissive role.

As anyone who really knew me could attest I lived my life by being assertive and so what had she seen that marked me out as something different? I had a sudden, irrational, fear that she knew exactly what I was thinking as she proceeded to make her invitation even more blatant.




Catalyst



She caressed her sex with a single finger opening herself and revealing the shiny pinkness of her inner lips. Whether by design or not she was positioned so that she was illuminated by a ceiling spotlight which would otherwise have lit up the wall length mirror behind her.

She was wet with arousal and her scent began to pervade the confined space. For a second or two I stopped drawing breath, not wanting to be a part of it, but then I had no choice but to exhale.

The musky smell was as familiar as my own and, as it impinged on my senses, I found that I had to swallow to in order to clear my mouth.

Audris was unhurried as she continued to stimulate herself with the appearance of someone guaranteed another conquest. This display of self assurance rankled me but it felt as if the walls were closing in on us. Somewhere in the distance I still registered the sound of music and the tinkle of laughter but it was like another world.

For a few crazy seconds I wondered what it would be like. How would her sex feel squeezing my tongue? I tried to dismiss the aberrant thought but some inner imp was asking who would ever know.

Warped logic was telling me that this might be my only chance, no strings attached. If I walked away now was I going to forever regret it?

I did not want to give her the satisfaction of surrendering but I was already rationalizing it by telling myself that I was doing it for me and not for her.

I gave her what I hoped was an indifferent look, suggesting that the whole thing was of no great moment, but as I knelt in front of her I struggled to avoid trembling. The coldness of the tiles beneath my knees momentarily jarred me back to reality but I was now so close to her that I could feel the radiant heat of her sex.

She gave no guidance nor instructions leaving me to find my own salvation. I decided that I would lick her just once both to find out what it was like and to prove to myself that I could do anything if I so wished.

Again she seemed to read my mind. She withdrew her finger leaving her glistening sex open to my gaze and it triggered an odd memory of childhood confectionary. I closed my eyes and leant forward presenting my tongue.

There was nothing childlike about her taste. It had an unexpected depth with a hint of sweetness and it was undeniably feminine. At the same time I breathed her scent and understood why it was such a potent force of nature.

I reflexively licked for a second time this time using the flat of my tongue. The sensation coursed to the extremes of my body impelling me to open my eyes. Her taste and smell came to together so perfectly it was if a piece of me that had been missing had now found its place.

In some way I was frightened by my body's reaction and I tried to deny it but I had begun to lick avidly filling my mouth. I glanced upwards to find her looking at me with an indulgent smile and I was spurred to try and get a response from her.

I wanted to know what her clitoris would feel like beneath her tongue but, before I could make the attempt, she entwined her fingers in my hair. She started to pull me in against her sex smearing my face and pressing my nose into the divide.

I knew that I should have been resisting but there was something almost primal as she left her mark upon me.

Finally she allowed me to continue and I found her clitoris to be larger than mine and surprisingly firm. She gave no obvious indication that I was doing well but her body could not lie. After a few moments of avid attention her sex was leaking and it felt as if the air itself was moist.

I was perspiring, and my blouse was going to be ruined, but I was heedless. I flicked my tongue frenetically until, with a gentle sigh, she acknowledged my achievement.

As she shivered in contentment I could not escape the impression that I was simply the hors d'oeuvre and that she had other plans for later. For a second or two I contemplated whether or not I wanted to be part of those plans but sanity prevailed.

Without a word of thanks she slipped into the cubicle leaving me to clean myself up as best I could at the sink.

When I returned downstairs I looked guiltily towards Melanie's cousin who, in turn, was anxiously scanning the bar presumably looking for Audris. I decided to take my leave and quickly said my goodbyes.

Chapter Three

Over the next four weeks the encounter with Audris was rarely far from my mind. Looking back I was angry with myself for what was, essentially, an act of abasement, but there were no witnesses save Audris herself.

It was something that I had no intention of repeating but each time I considered some male company to "purge my system" I made found myself making excuses.

On more than one occasion I had been tempted to ask after Melanie's cousin but, as I had not been formally introduced to her on the night, it might have seemed suspicious.

I had more or less forgotten about Jade but then I saw from my calendar that I was scheduled to catch up with all of the recent inductees. I called up the report from her line manager and, in summary, she had turned out to be the most promising candidate of the group but with the caveat that she still had attitude problems.

A few days later she walked into my office for the second time and it was hard to believe that this was the same young woman. Her hair had been cut shorter and her makeup looked as if it could have been professionally applied.

She was wearing a gray, two-piece, business suit with matching high heeled shoes. It was a chain store purchase but it looked very good on her and the shoes helped to improve her posture.

I had imposed a strict dress code for the company but I was surprised that she was adhering to it. Even her accent seemed to have softened or perhaps it was simply because there was less aggression in her tone as she answered my questions.

The transformation from surly to something almost appreciative was quite remarkable and when I had finished the formalities and asked her how things were in general she was happy to engage.

I told her that I thought that she looked a lot happier in herself but her reply caught me off guard

"You too. You look liberated."

It was an odd choice of words and the more so because it fitted with something I had been trying to define for some days. I prided myself on the fact that I coped with the day to day stresses of running the company almost without effort but they clearly had an impact. It had come home to me when I had my aberrant moment with Audris; for that brief span of time I felt a total release when nothing else mattered to me except the overwhelming desire to fulfil my immediate need.

I mentally shook my head and moved to bring things to a close.

"Jade, I have to confess that when I first met you I had misgivings but I pleased to say that my faith in you seems well placed."

I was expecting a grateful smile but her face remained neutral as she steadily held my eyes.

"I was surprised that you took me on. I'm 'street smart' but that's not what you're looking for. I was convinced that you had an ulterior motive."

I felt my eyes blink involuntarily. Her powers of perception continued to surprise me and I quickly trotted out my prepared line which had an element of truth.

"I think that there are some very intelligent women out there who are not given a chance because of their background. I have been successful in my career and I would like to give something back."

She paused before answering.

"I was not looking for charity. I was doing well for myself."

This retort wrong footed me and I answered without thought.

"By consorting?"

She smiled knowingly.

"I never sold myself...except on my own terms.

There are lots of older women out there, successful women like you, who have certain needs. Most of them are lesbians, some are straight, but they all have the same desire. They want to get down on their knees and use their tongues on young girls.

I see you're shocked.

It's easy money. I know they find me attractive, I can pass as under aged for those that want it, and I am very discrete. Best of all, I enjoy it. They will send hours servicing me and I can lose count of the number of orgasms."

I was dumbfounded. I was her employer and I could not believe her effrontery but then it dawned on me that she had spoken in the present tense suggesting that it was still going on. I was stirred to anger.

"I am going to pretend that this conversation never took place. Your private life is your own but if there is even a suggestion that you are involved in anything that impugns my company you are out of a job. Am I understood?"

She looked at me levelly and appeared in no way chastened.

"Understood."

She rose from her seat and turned towards the door and I had the dreadful feeling that she was aware of my eyes guiltily surveying the sway of her backside.

As she left the room I was immediately aware of my clammy palms and a tingling between my legs. Once again I feared that she had gotten the best of our exchange and I had to calm myself with the thought that, if I so wished, I could simply sack her.

I tried to settle to some work but it was hard to put her from my mind. Was it true that there were women like that? I concluded that she was exaggerating in an effort to see if I could be scandalized but did she realize just how close to home she had struck?

My fingers idled on the computer keyboard and then I began to type a few keywords into the browser. An hour later I had established that women, like Melanie's cousin, were not so rare as I might have supposed and it followed that there were others, like Jade and Audris, who were prepared to take advantage of the situation. For many it seemed to go hand in hand with the infliction of pain but this was anathema to me.

I was amused to see that there was an established meeting place in the heart of the city. It was a club that I knew as it was close to a restaurant that I frequently used for entertaining purposes. There was nothing about it to suggest that it was anything out of the ordinary; just one of many drinking clubs that had sprung up in years past to circumvent the more stringent licencing hours of the times.

I closed down the PC and decided to take a stroll in the park to clear my head before setting off home. The evening sun was low in the sky but the warmth of the day lingered and I took the long route around the circumference.

At the north gate I was, perhaps, five minutes from the club that had piqued my interest and some sense of mischief must have guided my feet to take a look at it in a different light. There was a Starbucks opposite and I bought a latte and amused myself by sitting at the window to watch the comings and goings.

People were thronging away from the hive of offices but, in the course of half an hour, I saw only two very ordinary women turn into the shadowed doorway. It was midweek and I supposed that it only came to life nearer the weekend and I guess it was that, more than anything else, that determined want happened next.

With my heart beating a little faster I crossed the street and, taking a deep breath, I walked through the door.

I do not know what I was expecting but it turned out to be a nondescript wine bar and I even noted a couple of men drinking at a table. I was mildly disappointed and turned to leave but I was still a little thirsty and so I took a seat at the bar and ordered a small beer.

The barmaid was a young, bored looking, eastern European. As she served me my drink she pushed a second glass towards me that was filled with swizzle sticks. I wondered, with amusement, how long she had been in the job.

Apart from the male clients I saw the two women who had entered earlier each sitting alone with their drinks. One was texting on her phone whilst the other seemed absorbed by her laptop.

I began to think that my internet research was not up to date when the sound of laughter drew my attention to the door. Three girls entered the bar sloppily dressed in jeans and sweat tops and each had a tote bag laden with books.

Their presence was incongruous in that we were a long way from the nearest faculty but they seemed at home and the barmaid greeted them familiarly. They ordered soft drinks and popped swizzle sticks into their glasses. They giggled almost childishly as each sought out a pink stick.

They retired to a corner table and lost themselves in their own conversation. The loudest of the group was a very pretty blonde. She had long, naturally curly, hair and wore minimal make-up. I could imagine a talent scout from a modelling agency making an approach to her.

The girl to her left formed a stark contrast. She was heavy set but carried her weight well. There was an air of defiance about her, a pride in who and what she was. Her face was rounded and framed by her short chestnut hair which set off her piercing brown eyes.

The third girl sat with her back to me but I could see her face in the wall mirror. She looked elfin and I was guessing that there was some oriental blood in her veins. She was fully engaged with the others but twice she caught me watching her.

I decided to call it a night but as I drained my glass the woman using the laptop closed it down and put it away. She came to the bar but she did not place another order. Instead, she picked out a blue swizzle stick, returned to her table, and put it into the remains of her drink.

Only then was the significance apparent to me.

For a brief moment the conversation at the girl's table became muted. After a brief discussion the elfin girl got up and went to the ladies room and my heart tripped as I watched the laptop woman follow her a moment later.

The girl's companions resumed their conversation as if nothing untoward had happened but my imagination was suddenly running wild. With each minute that passed I felt myself getting warmer.

I ordered another beer and quickly drank half of it to help cool myself down. I told myself that it could all be innocently construed but the truth was that I did not want it to be. It was exactly fourteen minutes later, I had checked my watch often enough to know, when the elfin girl returned.

She took her seat and smiled broadly at her friends before the conversation picked up as though it had never left off. A few moments later the laptop woman returned with a high colour in her cheeks. She made a point of not catching anybody's eye as she collected her things and made a hurried exit.

I now wanted to get home myself. The urge to touch myself was so strong that I was tempted to use the ladies room but it was going to need more than a quick fix.

I was still not fully anchored to reality when the elfin girl came to the bar. She stood just feet away from me as she ordered three more cokes and I could smell her floral perfume. She paid in cash and left a tip too generous for the serving of drinks alone.

She caught me watching and smiled at me. Before I could react she picked up a blue stick and deftly dropped it into my beer. Then, without a word, she re-joined her friends.

I stared at the stick as if it were an alien artefact that had mysteriously appeared. The sensible thing to do was to pick it out and discard it but it held me mesmerized. I looked over to the girls but they did not acknowledge me and I could not shake the feeling that they knew that I was an ingénue.

After a few moments they began to gather themselves and left the bar as nosily as they had entered. As the barmaid crossed to their table to clear up after them I felt a tinge of disappointment tempered by a sense of relief but when she returned to the bar she put a beer mat down in front of me.

Written neatly in pen was an address and a brief message.

"You looked shy. If you are still interested we'll see you at 7.00"

I looked up at the barmaid feeling unaccustomedly embarrassed but her expression was totally impassive as she went about her chores.

I knew the saying "going weak at the knees" but I had never experienced it until I tried to get up. I had to hold on to the bar to stop myself from stumbling and to anyone looking I must have appeared drunk. My pulse was racing and I felt flushed but, worse than that, I was aware that my panties were immodestly damp.

There was no way in the world that I was going to take up their offer but I found myself checking my watch and calculating driving distances.

I went back to the office via the park and headed straight down to the garage. The route home took in the underpass but I knew that it would be busy at this hour. Instead, I took the ring road which took me north of the city and, coincidently, closer to the address now etched into my memory.

Traffic started to snarl up closer to the motorway and I decided that I would rather keep on moving. I took a cut through which added a mile to the trip and brought me so close now that curiosity won out and I decided to drive by just to see where they lived.

The address turned out to be a halls of residence and there were knots of students hanging around enjoying the balmy evening air. I parked up for a moment as I considered the best way to get back on route and the dashboard clock showed 18.55

I was almost in a daze as I got out of the car and crossed the street. The entrance to the building had a swipe card reader but an exiting student let me in without query. My legs moved of their own volition as I made my way to the top floor and started to check off door numbers.

When I found 301 I stared at it for long seconds willing myself to turn on my heel but I remained frozen in situ.

Two girls smiled at me as they passed in the corridor and I knew that I had to do something. I knocked hesitantly on the door almost hoping that no one would hear but it was flung open to reveal my elfin fantasy.

She looked at me without surprise and shouted over her shoulder.

"I win!"

She ushered me in and I followed to the end of the hall letting on to a communal kitchen and living area. For a student accommodation it was surprisingly clean and tidy but what really caught my attention was the girl's attire.

Her two companions from the bar were seated side by side on one of a matched pair of sofas. The blonde girl was wearing a diaphanous teddy that left little to the imagination whilst the brunette wore an abbreviated nightshirt that was almost equally daring. I was under no illusions that the show was for my benefit but I was mortified that they had considered me so predictable.

"Shall we get the formalities out of the way first and then we can have some fun."

I looked at the elfin girl uncomprehendingly and then I understood. I felt a momentary sense of what can only be described as self-loathing but, notwithstanding; I opened my bag and took out my purse.

I rarely use cash but always carry enough for emergencies. I looked at the modest wad of notes wondering if it was enough but, before I could say anything, she took about half of what I had and put it into the pocket of her jeans.

Having done so she casually began to get undressed and I stared at her mutely.

Everything was happening too fast. I was struck by the stupid notion that we had not even been introduced but then why would they? For my own peace of mind I immediately christened them Jay, Kay and Emm after three characters from a fondly remembered children's book.

My eyes flitted to 'Jay', the blonde, and she raised her head just a fraction and allowed the tip of her tongue to touch her top lip. The lasciviousness of the gesture was not lost on me and I gave an almost inaudible groan.

'Kay' had a laugh that matched her fuller figure and she now gave vent to it.

"Someone's eager!"

I switched my gaze back to 'Emm'. She was not wearing a bra beneath her sweat top and her breasts were less modest than I had imagined. In the cool air her nipples immediately began to engorge and they somehow seemed too adult for someone of such tender years but as she removed her jeans and panties my initial view of her was revived as I noted her boyish hips which seemed in keeping with her coy sex.




Catalyst



"Shift up"

Now completely naked she squeezed herself in between Jay and Kay and I was astonished at just how comfortable they seemed with the bizarre circumstances in which we found ourselves.

I stood frozen to the spot and Emm looked at me as if I were mentally deficient.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

At this Jay put her hand on her friends bare leg.

"I hope you don't think you're going first."

Emm looked at her imploringly.

"Pleeease! That greedy bitch came before I even had a chance to. She just snuffled like an animal while she played with herself."

Even knowing what I did I was shocked but the other two seemed amused by Emm's report. She looked at me as she slowly parted her legs.

"I know you're not going to disappoint me."

Even now I was not convinced that I wanted to go through with it but there was something about her brazen composure that closed a switch somewhere deep inside. I settled on my knees with my eyes locked on her sex.

From this intimate vantage point I could see that she was not perfectly shaved. The odd dark thorn stood out against her pale skin and a hint of redness suggested that she had been hurried.

The mound itself was shallow as if it was not fully formed and her inner lips gave the impression that they were hiding but that only reinforced my perverse desire.

As I drew nearer I could smell perfume on her thighs but I knew it was not hers. It was an expensive, musky, scent and I realized that it must have belonged to the woman at the bar. I was jolted by the thought that she had worshipped at this particular shrine less than an hour before but I could not turn away.

Closer still I picked up her natural scent and I was excited by this expression of her need. I was tempted to rush, to plunge my tongue deep inside, but I did not want her to think of me in the same way as her previous client.

I did not know this girl and, on some level, I disapproved of what she was doing but the irrational yearning to please her was overwhelming me. I closed my eyes and licked with as much control as I could muster.

That first taste excited the tip of my tongue and I wanted to lick more broadly to stimulate the whole palate. Instead, I played my tongue inside my mouth teasing myself with a hint of what was to come.

I was aware that they were talking amongst themselves, occasionally laughing, but I was lost in my own personal nirvana as I licked slowly and rhythmically. What I was doing was servile but it was also incredibly soothing.

I had no cares, no worries, I simply needed her ever increasing heat and wetness to assure me that I was performing well and with that knowledge came a feeling of arousal that invigorated my whole body.

For a few seconds I imagined myself naked with these three girls licking and teasing me, taking it in turns to find their place between my legs. The mere thought was almost enough to take me to the edge and my hand crept beneath my skirt.

"Wait!"

I was wrenched back to reality as Emm sat up and pulled away from me. She looked around the room and nudged Kay.

"Fetch those."

Kay seemed reluctant to move but she stirred herself and collected a pair of pantyhose from the clothes airer set up in the kitchen. She handed them to Emm who looked down at me.

"Put your hands behind your back"

My fingers were poised beneath the waistband of my panties and I removed them like a guilty schoolgirl. I obediently did as I was told even though it ran contrary to every natural instinct.

Kay bound my hands loosely but efficiently and another psychological marker was set down. These young girls understood that in being unable to touch myself my only means of stimulation was with the use of my tongue.

Emm settled deeper onto the sofa in a clear signal that I was to take up where I had left off. The brief hiatus had been enough to take her off the boil and she relaxed to allow me to start over again.

I licked at the fringes of her labia but now indulged myself by slipping my tongue within from time to time. Each incursion found her wetter than before and her taste flooded my mouth. I have never taken drugs but I imagined that the experience must be something akin to what I was feeling.

My senses were heightened, particularly taste and smell, and I had the tantalizing sensation that I might be able to achieve a climax without even touching myself.

My world had shrunk to the boundaries of that warm delta and their conversation seemed to come from an altogether different place.

"Is she good?"

"I think she's new to it...but with a lot more practise."

"Are you going to be much longer? I'm leaking here and I need some attention."

This admonition must have pricked Emm's conscience as she put a hand to the back of my head and steered me towards her clitoris.

I licked at the apex to her sex but I could barely feel it beneath my tongue. With the very tip I could discern a tiny hooded pearl but her reaction confirmed that I had found my objective.

It's discrete nature was no barrier to the level of sensation. Her body stiffened as she held herself at the summit for as long as she could before she surrendered to a flood of release.

She folded herself over me whilst she held me in place and I could feel every contraction as she groaned with relief.

When she finally let me go I was hot and uncomfortable but I felt energised in a way that was new to me. There was an insistent, throbbing, pulse between my legs and I jarred my wrists as I attempted to do something about it.

Jay laughed as she watched me struggle and it was as a second or two before I noticed that she was now completely undressed.

I was immediately taken by her breasts. They were beautifully rounded with nipples almost too good to be true. They were perfect circles drawn in dusky pink with teats in proportion and I could almost feel them in my mouth.

She was aware of my gaze and humoured me for a moment but then she took me aback as she unfolded her leg and hooked it over the padded arm of the sofa. Her sex was blatantly displayed and it had a feral quality that Emm's did not.

Her pubis was shaved save for a single, thin, centre line which gave the impression that the divide was longer than it was in reality and I wondered if she deliberately strove for this effect.

Positioned as she was the light caught her inner thighs and the sheen of moisture that glistened on her skin. With a single finger she beckoned me toward her and I shuffled into position heedless of the ache already afflicting my knees.

The smell, accentuated by the heat of her thighs, thickened the air and I breathed it deep into my lungs. I felt myself salivating and I traced a long line inside her leg with my tongue.

The taste was enriched by slight the saltiness of perspiration and it was tempting to seek out the well spring but I continued to minister to her thighs in an effort to prove to myself that I still retained a vestige of self-control.

She chuckled quietly and brought her finger to her sex. She gently broached the portal and then tracked her wet finger over her leg. Like a trained bitch I followed the trail with my tongue which added to their amusement.

Jay repeated the trick twice more but on the third occasion she added an imaginary arrowhead pointing directly to her sex.

Any suggestion that I was mistress of my own destiny was dispelled by this one simple action. I was hers to command and I moaned with delight as I encountered the youthful firmness of her sex.

Her labia were more pronounced than Emm's and, as I licked, it was like gently squeezing a sponge. An ooze of moisture was released, bearing witness to her arousal, and I lapped it up as if it were nectar.

The taste was strong and I wondered if this was because she had had to wait her turn but there was no dilution even after I had been licking for some moments. I pushed my tongue inside and felt her playfully squeezing me before relaxing and inviting a deeper exploration.

I had never considered the length of my tongue but I managed to lodge it surprisingly far inside and it was as if we were fitted to one another. Her taste seemed to flow into my mouth and I swallowed noisily to keep up with her offering.

At some point she changed her position sliding both legs over my shoulders and then crossing her ankles to hold me fast. Breathing became more difficult but it was a small price to pay for incredible feeling of well-being which suffused me.

They continued to converse but it was a distant murmur as her thighs closed about my ears and my mouth and nose were lost in her heated oasis.

Some while later an increased pressure and a fresh welling of moisture heralded her climax but she made no moves to free me. She relented just enough to allow me to clean her up and then, without breaking her conversation, she tightened her hold once again demanding that I please her for a second time.

It took a long time to satisfy her but I felt pleasantly removed from myself. I was perspiring in a very unladylike manner and my body ached but I did not want to stop. When, finally, she came for a second time the chill on my face as she released me from her thighs was doubly unwelcome.

It took a few seconds to recognize just how exhausted I was and I felt a pang of guilt knowing that 'Kay' was going to be disappointed before I remembered, with a start, that it was me paying for the privilege.

"Untie me."

My tongue was a little swollen and my voice sounded strange to my own ears. Kay rose from the sofa but, rather than untying my hands, she stood in front of me and slipped her nightshirt over her head.

She cut an imposing figure. She was only an inch or two taller than me but it appeared more. Her heavy breasts were fully rounded with the sort of large brown nipples that I associated with motherhood.

The impression of fecundity was bolstered by the swell of her belly and the full dark growth that dressed her pubis. There was something almost frightening about her but, at the same time, I felt a resurgence of the needy ache between my legs.

Just then, all I wanted was to be at home in the privacy of my own bedroom so that I could do something about it but Kay had other ideas.

"Don't think you're finished yet."

She put her hand squarely on my chest and pushed. With my hands tied behind my back it was enough to set me teetering onto the thick rag rug in the centre of the room. I felt myself falling off balance and managed to adjust but it I still came to earth with a bump.

I was still recovering from the shock of it as she loomed over me and, with a litheness that her body belied, she knelt to straddle my chest.

I felt helpless and immediately began to panic. I tried to bring my knee up into her back but she simply laughed. The other two recognizing the danger of their fun being spoiled dropped to the floor and sat astride my legs immobilizing me completely.

Kay slid forward to pin my shoulders with knees and her weight bore down remorselessly on my rib cage. I had to heave for breath leaving none for complaint.

Having clearly got her message across she slowly moved further forward eclipsing the light and closing me in with the finality of a coffin lid.

In the oppressive darkness the temperature rose within seconds but I could not turn my face away from the furred wetness that now engulfed me. I could feel the latent power of her ample thighs, themselves adding heat, and I was all too aware that, if she choose to fully relax, breathing might become impossible.

Her feminine stench filled what tiny space there was and even now, in spite of everything, I found it intoxicating. I knew that, rationally, I should rebel against this indignation but my tongue was already betraying me.

As I licked blindly her sex felt amorphous but as I pressed deeper things became more clearly defined. Her labia were heavy folds that seemed to cling to my tongue but she was surprisingly tight or perhaps it was simply that I lacked the strength.

She began to work herself over my face, encouraging me to try harder, and finally I was able to press to the limit. I felt, rather than heard, her groan with delight and she was happy to remain still enjoying the sensation of having me rooted deep inside.

She was leaking, her taste coating my tongue before dripping to the back of my throat. The combined elements of heat, constriction, savour and smell were becoming indelibly impressed in my mind and I felt that, in some disquieting way, my fate was being sealed.

After a few moments I was becoming light-headed and I knew that I had to do something. I began to flex my tongue inside her and she wriggled appreciatively but she showed no signs of reaching a climax.

Growing more desperate I withdrew my tongue and attempted to engage with her clitoris but, wilfully or otherwise, she misread my intentions and she began to smear herself over my face. I had no option other than to endure as she threatened to abrade my skin.

Faint laughter greeted my obvious distress but finally Kay positioned herself so that I could achieve my goal. Her clitoris was free of its cloak and felt incredibly engorged. I lapped at it with the flat of my tongue with almost immediate results.

Her body began to quake. It was almost imperceptible at first but as her ever increasing arousal took hold the shivering of her ample body shook my head from side to side. It was difficult to keep focus but I knew I had to as I feared the consequences if she lost control.

Fortunately, like Emm, she tried to hold on the sensations before she totally let go and so she remained poised over me allowing me to minister to her with rapid flicks of my tongue.

When the moment came she did bear down on me but she put a hand to the floor to support some of her own weight. Her orgasm ebbed and flowed and each time I thought it was over she managed to squeeze out yet another ripple of pleasure.

I was not aware of just how wet my face had become until she finally deigned to lift herself whereupon I squinted in the bright light and felt syrupy runnels on my cheeks and my chin.

I was totally exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot shower but, as Kay reluctantly removed herself altogether, Emm scooted forward to take her place.

"We may as well let her have her money's worth..."

Chapter 4

When I eventually reached home my clothes were so soiled that I put them out into the rubbish. It was my intention to jump straight in the shower but, now that I was naked, I was more aware than ever of their co-mingled scent still tainting my skin.

I felt like a slut as I brought myself to orgasm on the bathroom floor whilst I cupped my hand over my face and breathed deeply.

I lost track of the number of times I made myself come but I awoke the next morning aching all over and feeling as if I had hardly slept.

I logged on to my laptop to check my diary in the hope that I could bail out of any appointments and simply go back to sleep but I saw, with dismay, that I had a lunch booked with Geraldine. I phoned Melanie and told her I would not be in and then tried to grab another couple of hours.

By mid-morning I felt much improved. A long bath and an emergency trip to the hairdresser made me feel better still. I was also tempted to buy a new outfit but I was running out of time. Unfortunately my rivalry with Geraldine extended beyond our business interests and I was determined not to be outdone in the clothing stakes.

We met at the restaurant and she looked as radiant as ever. We had been firm friends since meeting at University but both of us were more competitive than was good for us. It was the influence of a particularly inspiring tutor that determined that we both ended up in the same line of business and I am sure that neither of us would have been successful as we had become were it not for spurring on one another.

I enjoyed our meals together with the friendly sparring but, in truth, we co-operated with one another as far as possible to ensure our position in an increasingly male dominated industry.

We skipped dessert and over coffee Geraldine made her announcement.

"My recruit's ready to take to the road. How's yours?"

Such was my degree of preoccupation that I had forgotten our wager and the likelihood that subject might be raised. As soon as she said it I was reminded of Jade and, for some reason, that train of thought routed me to the events of the previous evening.

I felt myself my face flush and Geraldine smiled as she touched my hand.

"I do believe you're blushing. Have you backed the wrong horse?"

"No...of course not...we're ready."

I hoped that I sounded more confident than I felt. I was now certain that Geraldine had devoted far more time and effort to it than I had and I quietly cursed the day the bet was struck.

We had both been invited to a Downing Street reception for the launch of the Prime Minister's 'Enterprising Women' initiative. The government was promoting a scheme to get more women onto the boards of companies and particularly those in the manufacturing sector where there was woeful underrepresentation.

One of the policy gurus propounded that a lot of bright young girls were giving up on themselves in their school years and that it needed successful business women to go into schools to show what could be achieved.

It was the Prime Minister himself who joked that we could act as 'foster parents' to some of these lost cases and turn them around.

To be honest I did not have a great deal of faith in the idea but I knew, as Geraldine did, that his patronage was worth a great deal. From there the idea snowballed. Geraldine and I were sent a list of potential candidates from which we were to choose just one. It was Geraldine who proposed the bet to add a bit of fun to the proceedings.

The aim was to see which of our candidates could rack up the largest amount of billings in the first month of full employment. At the outset I had been keen enough to do some background checking on Jade, and I was mildly intrigued by the nature versus nurture argument, but there was no doubt that my enthusiasm had waned.

I tried to look confident as we got up from the table having agreed that the billing period would start at the beginning of the following week.

That same afternoon I went through the client list looking for those with the steadiest stream of billings. I seriously doubted Jade's ability to immediately drum up any new trade and so I needed to put her in a position where she could simply bill for repeat business without doing any harm. It was probably not in the spirit of the original wager but it seemed the simplest solution.

When I had finished I checked in with Melanie and asked her to invite Jade to join me at my meeting the next morning.

To her credit she turned up in very good time, looking every inch the young professional, and she listened intently as I explained the background. This was my third meeting with Sharon Teal and I hoped to finally convince her to jump ship and bring her business over to us.

After showing her around the building I led her up to my office and Jade dutifully poured coffee for the three of us. As I instructed she sat off to one side, occupying the couch, and took notes as I tried to get Teal's commitment.

We sat at the small meeting table and mulled over some prospective numbers but I had the sense that she was far more used to dealing with men. I guessed that she was about my age but the firmness of her facial features suggested some chemical assistance.

She had average looks but she had nicely styled dark hair and her make-up was well thought through. I could imagine her using her feminine charms to get what she wanted much as I did when it served my purposes. She was wearing expensive, well cut, clothes which disguised the fact that she was carrying an extra pound or two but I was willing to bet that she could still look good in a bikini.




Catalyst



She wore an eternity ring in addition to her wedding band and so I assumed that she had been married for some time. That usually worked to my advantage as, in my experience, married women were not as single-minded in the business arena.

I finally pitched the number that I had in mind but, to my total astonishment, Jade piped up from the side of the room.

"I think we ought to consider double that."

I was totally dumbstruck and it was a second or two before I noticed that her skirt had ridden a long way up her legs. She was wearing stay ups and the dark welts were clearly visible.

She rose from the couch and came to the table.

"Your share price has fallen steadily over the past six months and my guess is that you need us more than we need you."

I wanted to strangle her! I was aware of the share price, for which there were a number of explanations, and Jade's remark was not just impetuous it was impudent. I was about to close her down when Teal spoke.

"You're over reaching just a little don't you think."

Jade appeared unfazed and met Teal's gaze unwaveringly.

"Perhaps...but then why would you lie about there being no other offers on the table at present?"

I saw, immediately, that Jade was correct. Teal flinched, just enough to give herself away. I had boldly asked her outright about any other prospective offers and she had answered no. My first thought now was that she wanted to obtain my offer simply to use as a bargaining chip.

There was no harm done but I thought that we had developed a greater trust. I was wondering how to turn this revelation to my advantage when Jade spoke again.

"People give off subtle signs when they're not telling the truth. You tend to look away from the person you're speaking to. I noticed that you seemed to find my legs particularly fascinating."

I saw Teal tense and I wondered what the hell was going on. She looked more on edge than I felt and we both stared at Jade as if she were some kind of soothsayer. She turned her back on Teal and smiled at me.

"This was never about business. She finds you fascinating. You might not appreciate it but there is something about you that is very attractive to other women."

She was being totally outlandish and I had to remind myself that this was actually a client meeting but at the same time I was irrationally intrigued. She walked behind Teal and then my heart almost stopped.

Without missing a beat she reached over Teals shoulder and slipped her hand into the opening of her blouse to cup her breast.

Her victim sat there wide eyed, as disbelieving as I was. I waited long seconds expecting her to react explosively to this assault upon her person but she remained frozen in place as if hypnotized.

Jade's eyes held mine as her fingers gently flexed causing Teal to breathe a little more quickly.

"All the time you were talking business our friend here was wondering about the colour of my underwear..."

Teal's eyes widened fractionally and her face flushed but she still made no attempt to move. Jade laughed softly knowing that she had both of us enmeshed.

"....but what she would really like to know is the colour of yours."

I tried to keep the shock from my face not altogether successfully. Jade set her head slightly to one side as if pondering.

"I'm guessing black...something a little daring."

The girl was a witch. I was wearing a dark business suit over a navy blouse and there was no way she could have caught sight of me but she was uncannily accurate. I was wearing black and my panties were very sheer. There was something about my meetings with Geraldine that encouraged me not to dress to type and I usually kept it up for a day or two afterwards.

For a second or two I was embarrassingly aware of my immodest panties and I felt my labia stir. At the same time my nostrils flared very slightly and I had to tell myself not to be stupid. The redolent smell in the room was still wax polish.

Jade had paused but now continued as if everything she said was perfectly natural.

"Why don't you show us? You would make her very happy. It might even make her come."

I felt disembodied, as though it was no longer me in the room. I seemed to be looking down on myself as I eased the chair back from the table and reached for the hem of my skirt. I began to raise it inch by inch watching Teal's mouth slowly opening in shock.

My bare legs were still slightly tanned from my break in Sitges and I let my fingertips brush against the smoothness of my upper thighs. I was wantonly arousing myself but Teal's face was a picture as she swallowed hard and stifled a low moan.

With teasing deliberation I began to part my legs until my panties were lewdly on show and Jade spoke with genuine feeling.

"That is so beautiful."

Her words stirred me and I could feel my sex pulsing as a prelude to deliquescence. She slowly removed her hand from Teals blouse and whispered.

"Go to her..."

I could see that Teal was being assailed by the same conflicting emotions that I was and, like me, she was overwhelmed by a temporary insanity. She slipped from her chair to her knees and eased between my opened legs.

As she pressed her face to my panties the warmth of her breath was deliciously arousing and as she brushed softly with her nose my constricted labia felt impossibly sensitized. For a moment or two she was content simply to nuzzle me but I wanted more.

I put my hand to the back of her head and applied a gentle, but insistent, pressure until I was rewarded with the first hesitant flick of her tongue. There was something wickedly sordid about having her lick me through my panties but the sensation was incredible.

My sex was held closed but I could feel myself leaking and, as I looked down on her, I could see her taking up the creamy ooze as it seeped through.

Any final hesitation was vanquished as she licked with the same unseemly relish that I had evinced that very first time. Her eyes were closed but I could tell that there was no way back for her. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and was already on the road to addiction.

That thought was discomforting for, even now, I believed that my salvation was in my own hands but to what extent was I deluding myself? I chose that moment to look up at Jade who was watching with quiet amusement.

I was on the verge of regaining control, ready to make Teal stop, but Jade prised my fingertips from the edge of sanity. She lifted her skirt to reveal white underwear sodden with arousal and then slipped her fingers inside.

That single image sent a thrill of excitement through my whole body and I surrendered to Teals enthusiastic tongue. She licked frantically whilst groaning in appreciation and I felt the guilty pleasure of coming in my panties.

My orgasm was intense but I was not entirely sated. Teal began to slip away but I told her to stay exactly where she was. I lifted myself and quickly dispensed with my ruined panties before retaking my seat.

My sex was flushed, it's covering damp and matted, and Teal no longer looked quite so enthusiastic but I gave her no time to think about it. I roughly pulled her back into place desperate to feel her mouth against my bare flesh.

She remained hesitant at first but then she began to explore in a way that had been denied to her to begin with.

I held my breath as I felt the first sinuous intrusion of her tongue. She worked to part my lips with an endearing inexperience but, having found her way, she then slid greedily inside. She moaned as she encountered the wetness within and I felt the flexing of her tongue as she enjoyed the taste to the full.

As she continued to probe I could feel my climax beginning to build once more. My nipples were achingly firm and I yearned to give them some attention but I was now using both hands to guide her mouth.

She was quickly learning how to arouse me but I could feel the pulse of my excited clitoris and I was a little forceful as I tugged her head upwards. For a second or two I regretted my decision as her tongue withdrew from within but then I shivered as she reapplied herself to the apex of my sex.

To begin with her touch was uncertain but she slowly familiarized herself and then began to draw teasing circles with the very tip of her tongue. Driven by some innate feminine instinct she was reading me better than any man. My body was drawn taut as a bowstring and I was frighteningly aware of the frantic beating of my heart.

I could feel perspiration sheening my body and I continued to hold her close as I uttered imprecations under my breath and urged her to greater effort.

The end, when it came, left me gasping for breath as I strained every sinew to hold my place on a previously unattained plateau of pleasure. It was some time before I was completely compos mentis and I only slowly became aware of the heated scent of my arousal and the soothing sensation of Teal softly sucking at my relaxed sex.

In those ensuing moments I was shocked by the realization that, whilst drained, I was still greedy for more but Jade now beckoned from the couch.

"Which of you two ladies is going to come and finish me off?"

Chapter 5

Some last remnant of sanity prevailed and I held myself in check as I watched Teal crawl to meet her fate. Over the next two days I anguished knowing that the only rational thing to do was to fire Jade; I had made the great mistake of allowing my personal desires to cloud my professional judgement.

Her short term of employment meant that she was not entitled to a severance package but, nevertheless, I felt I owed her something and so I organized a one off ex gratia payment. I called in my accounts manager to hand over the authority, with the request that it be kept confidential, but he diverted me with a new billings form.

When I looked at it my mouth opened in shock. Teal had contracted with us for twice the figure I had proposed on a rolling twelve month basis. I scanned to the bottom of the document and a second surprise awaited. Jade was named at the client manager.

"Is this correct?"

For a new account of this size I would normally have appointed one of two senior managers to act as client liaison.

"It was at Teal's insistence."

I looked at the form and came very close to tearing it in two. Teal's was a perfect fit with my company but the unwritten sub-text was extremely disquieting.

I could afford to lose Teal's business but I was reluctant to do so. In the end I found an unsatisfactory compromise. The profits from the contract were several times Jade's salary and so I could rationalize setting her up to deal with just the single portfolio and keep her away from anything else.

It was not a full time position by any stretch of the imagination and so there was also the prospect that she would grow bored and leave of her own volition.

It was going to take a while to come on stream and so, in the meanwhile, I followed up on my original plan to have her man the phones and drum up repeat business. Over the following weeks I checked up on her figures and was relieved to find that, whilst they were better than average, they were nothing out of the ordinary. I was even smug enough to contemplate winning my bet with Geraldine.

The earthquake came when I took a call from the trade press. The question was simple and direct. Had we signed Levensons?

It was late in the day but I managed to raise my accounts manager, He confirmed that Levensons had placed an order based on 'the agreed terms' but he had yet to see a billings form.

I was furious. At the monthly meetings with the two senior accounts managers we always discuss prospects that might be poached but when Andrea put up Levensons for discussion I slapped her down.

Levensons was one of Geraldine's core clients and we had an unspoken agreement that some accounts were sacrosanct. In truth, it was a form of cartel arrangement but we both recognized that we needed a degree of mutual co-operation in a male dominated, dog eat dog, industry.

There was nothing more I could do before the morning and so I left for home in a mood of angry frustration. I forced down some food with a couple of glasses of much needed red wine when my mobile phone rang.

In a day of shocks this was a further jolt. The caller was Ben Kaye another of Geraldine's clients. He thanked me for my e-mail and said he would be interested in meeting up. I had not sent an e-mail and I desperately wanted to ask for more details but I did not want to appear uninformed.

The situation was further complicated because I had always assumed that his business relationship with Geraldine was cemented on more than just commercial considerations. I told him that I would have my secretary speak to his and ended the call.

It was late but I made myself some strong coffee and headed back to the office to try and get to the root of it.

My immediate assumption was that Andrea was becoming over ambitious and had exceeded her authority and so I headed for her office to check her files. As I approached I was surprised to see her desk lamp illuminated as she was at the forefront of our green campaign to cut down on electrical usage.

As I drew closer I froze as I heard a distinct whimper. It was not unknown for staff to be working this late at year end but we were in our slower third quarter and I encouraged everyone to moderate their hours and achieve a good work life balance.

I approached slowly and cautiously but as I reached the open doorway I had to suppress a gasp. The naked body sprawled across the meeting table was obviously female as evidenced by the outstretched ankles which were sellotaped to the chromed steel legs.

The wave of long blonde hair had me convinced it was Andrea but, unclothed, she was much slimmer than I would have imagined. Her head moved as she heard me but I could now see that she was both blindfolded and gagged.

My immediate thought was that she had been overcome by someone intending to rob the office but why such elaborate restraint? Her wrists, too, were sellotaped to the table's front legs bending her over and making her completely helpless.

I checked her desk for a pair of scissors but then I heard the sound of the toilet door opening across the corridor. Panicked, I desperately looked for somewhere to conceal myself and took the only immediate option which was underneath the desk itself.

It had a modesty board but it did not offer complete concealment as it had a six inch gap at both top and bottom. Fortunately, the desk lamp had been turned around to illuminate the table casting the desk into shadow.

Peering through the gap I took a sharp intake of breath as I watched Jade enter the room. I started to break cover to demand to know what was going on but as Jade spoke I held myself in check.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes, I remember..."

She approached the desk and, for a moment, her legs were within touching distance through the gap. When she walked away again I saw that she had picked up the eighteen inch ruler that Andrea habitually used when proof reading contracts.

I now understood exactly what she intended to do. My natural impulse was to bring these bizarre proceedings to an abrupt halt but I remained awkwardly crouched with my heart still beating fast.

Jade slapped the weighty length of plastic against her own hand and my body mimicked Andrea's as she visibly flinched. My eyes were drawn to the smooth curves of her taut backside and for reasons that I could not explain her vulnerability sent a thrill of excitement through my body.

As if reading my mind Jade traced the contour with the flat of the ruler as she spoke again.

"Six...to begin with."

She raised the ruler to a height of twelve inches and then, with a practised snap of the wrist, she brought it down.

Andrea squealed as the sharp slap reverberated from the walls creating a sympathetic vibration that seemed centred on my sex.

I could see Jade smiling as she changed her position and prepared to strike again and I found myself tensed in anticipation. It must have taken at least five minutes, although it seemed a lot longer, for her to deliver all six but at the finish I was horribly conscious of the state of my panties.

There had been no pattern to the strokes and Andrea cried out as each one tortured her flesh. Even with the subdued lighting I could see the glow of her heated skin which was mirrored by the increased temperature of my sex.

Had anyone told me that watching someone else's anguish in this way would affect me as it did I would have called them insane but I had to fight back a groan as Jade checked with her fingertips the damage she had caused.

"No great harm done...I think you can take a little more...perhaps a little harder this time."

Andrea squirmed to the extent that she could and made a muted entreaty but Jade simply laughed and waited until her victim had exhausted herself.

She raised the ruler higher this time and struck with noticeably more venom but before the point of impact my fingers were already at work.

Jade had not specified a number which only made my own torment even more exquisite. Andrea was screaming louder with each drawn lash of the ruler stoking the flames of my inevitable orgasm but I did not want to finish before the last stroke had been delivered.

She reached six and I was willing her to continue giving a muted sob as she delivered a seventh and then an eighth. I was hating myself as I was spurred myself on but then, in an eye opening moment, I saw that Andrea was not crying out in pain but as a harbinger of her own climax.

As Jade delivered a series of strokes in quick succession Andrea's spine became rigid before her whole body shook uncontrollably. She gave a long suffocated wail which helped to cover my own suppressed cries.

Jade waited for the final tremors to abate and then began to remove the gag. I saw now that her face was bound with pantyhose but I then watched in disbelief as she deftly removed a wadded pair of white panties from inside her mouth.

Any doubts as to whom they belonged were dispelled as Jade unfastened her skirt and casually let it fall to the floor. She then turned to Andrea's office chair and retrieved the cushion that she used for lumber support before placing it on the table.

With a gymnast's agility she mounted the table and made herself comfortable on the cushion before easing herself forward. Andrea uttered a groan of greedy desire causing Jade to take hold of her hair.

"Take your time...you've had your pleasure now concentrate on mine."

Andrea looked extremely uncomfortable but Jade was not to be hurried. My own body was cramping badly by the time, half an hour later, she melted into a second leisurely orgasm.

She did not remove Andrea's blindfold throughout and she left it in place as she leisurely got herself dressed and put a brush through her hair. As a parting gesture she pushed the cushion under Andrea's chin.

"Sorry, it's wet, but it will give you something to remember me by."

I stopped breathing as she approached the desk once more but she quickly found what she was looking for. She used a pair of scissors to free one of Andrea's wrists and then simply walked out leaving her to it.

Andrea groaned in discomfort as she cut herself free and she had difficulty in standing upright. She still had sellotape stuck to her skin and she left the room heading for the toilets.

As soon as I heard the door I extricated myself and quickly tried to work some life back into my cramped legs before I dashed from the office.

Chapter 6

That night I hardly slept. Andrea had been with me for a long time and it now seemed clear that Jade was using her to generate leads but I did not know how I was going to deal with it without revealing what I had witnessed.




Catalyst



The following morning I bit the bullet and asked Andrea to come in and see me. She still looked stiff, as if she was recovering from a particularly strenuous workout, and she took her seat very gingerly.

I was tempted to quiz her on her infirmity, just to see how she would reply, but I spared her the embarrassment.

"Levensons have placed an order with us."

She looked as surprised as I was on hearing the news.

"But that's good isn't it...?"

It took a few seconds for her thought process to lead her.

"...You don't think it was anything to do with me."

"I don't think you would be as crass as to pursue it after I made myself clear but have you mentioned it to anyone else?"

She looked genuinely affronted.

"Of course not. You ask us to speak our minds during the brain storming sessions. I got the message loud and clear."

"You're sure about this? You haven't let it slip in conversation with anyone?

"No. Of course I haven't"

If she was lying she was making a damn fine job of it. I tried another tack.

"You've looked after Jade for a couple of the induction sessions. Is there a chance she picked up on it."

The mention of Jade's name jolted her but she quickly regained her composure.

"Absolutely not. I was showing her the mechanics. There was no mention of particular clients."

I somehow believed her and let her take her leave. When I saw a copy of the Levinsons order later in the day there were no contact details but I noted that they had not even signed up on introductory terms. They had been quoted, and accepted, the less generous standard terms.

I put a call through to my IT systems geek and asked him to check out the e-mail to Ben Kaye. He came back minutes later to tell me that it had gone out from one of the hot desks using our generic e-mail address.

When I read the text I became even angrier. It could easily have been interpreted as having originated with me but it was very cleverly constructed to suggest that we knew what he was already paying and that we could "audit his costs".

I saw Jade's hand at work and there was an element of grudging admiration. She was even sharper than she appeared.

The problem was that I still had no definitive proof and, worse still, I did not know where she was sourcing her leads. I rang through and asked Melanie to step in.

"Has anyone outside the marketing team asked to see the minutes of the meetings recently?"

At that fateful moment I saw her normally happy countenance slip and I realized, with a sense of dread, that Jade was invading the company like a virus. As she stood there in guilty silence a single tear broke from her eye and I stood up and offered her a tissue.

"I am so sorry."

I could not be angry with her knowing that, to some extent, I too had been infected. She began to sob and, without thought, I put an arm around her shoulder.

"I didn't mean to let you down."

She held on tightly to me with her head against my chest and I felt the wetness of her tears as her body shook pitifully. I gently stroked her hair and shushed her as she raised her face to mine.

She looked frightened as her eyes flitted across mine seeking reassurance. I could not say what made me do it but I kissed her gently on the forehead. She nestled her head again but she was now visibly calmer.

We remained like that for a few seconds but I was conscious of the need to find out from her exactly what had transpired. I gently eased her away but her eyes locked with mine once more. Her expression was unreadable but there was something deeply searching.

I was unsure what to say but I was forestalled as she brought her lips to mine. It was the merest touch but it conveyed so much more than words. Now it was my turn to evince anxiety but she was emboldened.

I felt the tip of her tongue moistening my lips and then our mouths were joined. I could taste the slight sweetness of her lipstick and there was a hint of coffee on her breath but my overall impression was one of infinite softness.

She kissed more gently than any man, sealing our mouths as one whilst her tongue traced the shape of my lips.

My mind was in turmoil but it was counterpointed, and soothed, by her languid touch. I surrendered to her as she slowly opened her mouth, enticing me to mirror her, and then her tongue touched mine.

It was not an invasion but a courtship; her tongue fluttered as she awaited my invitation. In the past few days I had done things which had terrified me, as much as they had excited, but nothing more so than this.

There was a tenderness here reserved for lovers and I was completely taken off guard; my mind seemed to float free as I yielded to her allowing her to caress my tongue with hers.

Until that moment in time I had never understood the attraction of a prolonged kiss but this was something beyond my experience. We were engaged in a beautiful oral dance with Melanie effortlessly taking the lead and, like the movements of a dance, it hinted at something more.

I had so many questions that I wanted to ask but in the turmoil of intimacy I could not frame a coherent thought. I finally willed myself to break our embrace and I looked at her anew.

She was a beautiful young woman and, in a distant echo of my mother, I knew that she had done some catalogue modelling to help fund her way through university. Her dark hair was lightened by the sun and contrasted with the intense brown of her eyes. Her cute nose and upper cheeks were dusted with freckles and her sensuous mouth had taken on a new significance.

Her toned physique put me in mind of a tennis player but she preserved her lovely feminine curves. She had often spoken of getting her breasts enhanced but I had told that she had no need; she was modestly endowed but she was beautifully shaped.

The silence between us was awkward but there was a determination about her now as if a decision had been reached and she was happy to damn the consequences.

As her hand reached for the buttons of my blouse I brought up my own to hold her in check only for her to brush it away. She held my eyes as she worked each button in turn and then she slid the blouse from my shoulders.

My unease must have conveyed itself for, in an effort to restore the equilibrium, she took off her jumper and then slowly removed her bra.

Her breasts fulfilled their promise as her dark nipples responded to the change in temperature. I could see that she was happy with my approval and she stepped forward to kiss me lightly as her nimble fingers dispensed with my bra.

She had to move to let fall away to the floor but as she melded with me once more I could feel my own nipples responding as they brushed against hers.

I put my arms around her but I knew that, in part, I was trying to slow things down and make sense of it all. Unheedful of my concern she released the fastenings of my skirt and I pressed myself more closely to her to keep it in place.

Our movements became almost playful as she moved her hips and I tried to stay with her but slowly, inexorably, my skirt dropped to the floor.

It pooled inelegantly at my feet and I slipped off my shoes and stepped out of it. This left Melanie standing a little taller than me in her high heels and she immediately removed them to re-establish the slight difference in our height.

She held me close again as if to convince herself that it was real and then I felt her hands travelling slowly down my back. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties and at the same time she began to kneel so that they were gradually pulled down my legs.

In some odd way I felt more comfortable completely naked than I had half undressed but I shivered as Melanie kissed my stomach almost reverentially. A second kiss, slightly lower, made me gasp as she reached up to test the weight of my breasts and then she whispered.

"You are so beautiful..."

There was something in the way she said it, a heartfelt sincerity that heated my blood and made me feel light headed.

She began to kiss my thighs with the slow deliberation of someone assured of the prize and I could feel my sex beginning to swell. It seemed an age before she reached my mons and the tender caress of her hands made me feel like a goddess.

The touch of her tongue against my pouting labia was so delicate that, at first, I barely felt it but with awareness came a sense of excitement heightened beyond measure. She paused for a moment and brushed the very fringes of my lips with the back of my finger.

"Exquisite...."

When I was younger I sometimes worried that men might find my sex off-putting but as I matured I laughed off my childish misgivings . I was what nature had made me and, to my mind, I represented the epitome of femininity.

Melanie trailed butterfly kisses from the base to the apex I could feel my sex weeping in welcome. She used the tip of her tongue to take up this offering and, as she caught my eye, her expression was one of unalloyed bliss.

That look triggered something deep inside, something much more than mere gratification. I had grown close to this young woman over the relatively short period of our acquaintance but it was now as if I were seeing her with my eyes fully open.

I held her shoulders and urged her to her feet seeing a flash of fear in her eyes. I embraced her reassuringly and, as we kissed again, I helped to remove the remainder of her clothes.

When she was naked I returned the compliment and knelt before her and I understood something of what she had felt. Her mound was almost arrogantly pronounced and split by a long well defined crease. The beautifully pink tips of her labia were revealed with a suggestive swelling at the crown.

I lingered for a moment and breathed the scent of her. Underlying the muskiness of her familiar perfume she exuded the tiniest hint of nervousness but most potent of all was the heady evidence of arousal.

A single kiss was enough to bring the taste of her to my lips, a definite tang which slowly mellowed enticing my tongue into play. I tried to lick her with the same skill that she had demonstrated but it took all of my self-control to stop from eating her whole.

Within moments she was leaking copiously and I broke away from time to time to lick up the glistening tracks of moisture from inside her thighs. I was lost in a closed world of sexual abandon and was only slowly aware that she was shaking.

When I looked up at her she had tears of unadulterated joy on her face and some instinct brought me to my feet to hold her close.

We remained that way for some time rocking together almost imperceptibly and then I took her hand and lead her to the sofa.

Still holding her I depressed the pedal which dropped the arms of the sofa converting it into a day bed and then I laid her down.

We spent a long time just kissing one another and becoming more familiar with one another's bodies but then she slid from beneath me and turned herself around. Her hot breath reignited me and I almost swooned at the feel of her tongue but she slowly relaxed, letting me bear her weight, as she presented her sex to my mouth.

I felt as if my life had been leading me towards this moment. There was a beauty to the collocation of our bodies and the simultaneous taking and receiving of pleasure. It was a perfect circuit with our tongues the switches and rheostats controlling the flow of mutual gratification.

We took our time with Melanie telling me with her tongue what she enjoyed most and I did my best to emulate her. Sometimes she eased her sex away from me to concentrate fully on my pleasure and then she would settle more heavily on my face to allow me to return the compliment.

I loved the things she could do to me but perhaps even more I revelled in what I could do for her. Her thighs were slick with perspiration and arousal but with my hands on her perfect derrière I held her tight closing myself off from the world and drowning in the heat and scent of her.

With her guidance we were able to come together and it was if my orgasm was multiplied by being shared with hers. We both lay exhausted, our breathing harmonized, and it was long minutes before we stirred to life.

There were many implications, and ramifications, arising from what had just taken place but I felt totally at peace. The thrill of it brought another smile to my face and now it was my turn to adjust our positions. We remained in a comfortable soixante-neuf, but now with me on top, and then I settled my mouth to her sex determined to draw out our second orgasm for as long as I possibly could.

Chapter 7

The next morning I called Jade to the conference room.

"I think you know why I've asked for this meeting. I hoped that the parameters of your job were clear to you but you have overstepped the mark to a degree that is not in the best interests of the company.

She seemed completely unfazed.

"You don't welcome the new business I brought in?"

"It is not just a matter of volumes there are other factors to consider. I genuinely admire your spirit but your methods leave a lot to be desired. I believe that it will be best for both of us if we part company.

There is a cheque in this envelope for severance pay, I think you'll find I've been generous, and I will be happy to give you a reference."

She took the envelope without opening it and smiled at me.

"Even more expensive for you after you've paid out on your bet."

I looked at her dumbfounded but she simply turned on her heel and left the room.

Her comment preyed on my mind and I was anxious to get in touch with Geraldine to smooth out any misunderstandings but she was on her fortnight's holiday and completely out of contact save for emergencies.

Notwithstanding, I sent her a text saying that I would catch up with her as soon as she got back.

With Jade now dealt with I turned my mind to Melanie. I had told her to take the day off but arranged to meet up with her for a drink after work with a view to sorting things out.

She was on my mind for most of the day and I was the first to arrive at the bar. When she walked in a few minutes later she looked perfectly relaxed and her simple white summer dress, with its scooped neck and high hem line caused a few heads to turn.

She caught me off guard by kissing me familiarly on the cheek and then took a seat opposite. I had already ordered a chilled Zinfandel blush and she poured herself a glass before reaching into her handbag.

She handed me an envelope which I looked at with evident confusion. She smiled as she started to explain.

"It's my letter of resignation."

Her words struck me much more deeply than I would have expected and I struggled to find my voice.

"You don't have to do that. We can work something out."

She touched my hand across the table as she continued.

"I would probably have resigned anyway. I want to do an MBA and I've had the offer of an induction course in Brussels with the European parliament. It's four weeks and if I impress them I might be in line for a bursary to study at the LSE."

As I digested this there was a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach and I spoke quickly.

"If it's a question of money I can provide sponsorship through the company."

"That's a kind offer but I can't work with you anymore."

For a stupid instant I felt a tear forming in my eye. I picked up my glass and took a generous swig to cover my embarrassment.

She leaned closer her hand now covering mine.

"What happened between us, last night, it's something I've dreamed of for a long time. I've had a crush on you almost from the day I started and my feelings have only grown deeper.

I wasn't sure if you could ever reciprocate but now that it's out in the open I want to give you some time and space to think about it."

There was no doubting the import of what she was saying but my mind could not focus and my heart was beating wildly. My words when they came out were just half formed thoughts.

"But I thought you were..."

She filled in the blanks.

"Straight? I have a lot of male friends and it suited me to let you draw your own conclusions. I wasn't sure about you, not until recently. I suspected that you didn't know yourself and I didn't want to encourage you in any way."

"So what changed?"

"It was Jade. God knows how she figured it out but she threatened to reveal that I was in love with you. I didn't want you to hear it like that. That's why I agreed to leave her alone in the office with the latest minutes. I know, now, that it was a stupid thing to do."

It was relief to hear that her dealings with Jade were not as sordid as I feared but I was shaken by her candid declaration. Neither of us said anything for a moment but then she drained her glass.

I could see that she was preparing to leave and I spoke quickly.

"What happens next?"

She smiled as she picked up her bag.

"You'll promote Maggie to fill my job and then, hopefully, you'll ask me out on a date."

With that she left and then, for the first time in years, the company ceased to be the most important thing on my mind. For two or three days I struggled to concentrate as I tried to come to terms with the situation.

I had never seen myself as the marrying type and, as far as children went, they were fine as long as they were someone else's. I enjoyed sex but there had never been an emotional commitment and I realized that it was only in the past few weeks that I was truly alive.

I felt like a hormonal teenager as I booked a restaurant and theatre tickets before picking up the phone to Melanie who simply said.

"What took you so long?"

We went out three times in quick succession whilst we spent long hours truly getting to know one another. Strangely, we did no more than hold hands and kiss but I found in this a contentment that I had not known for years. When she left for Brussels it was if we were being tested but, for my part, as I saw her off at the train station I felt a void inside that was almost physically painful.

I resigned myself to the four week separation and focused on the business once more.

Things were going well until a few days before Melanie's scheduled return.

Andrea broke the news that we were losing Kappel, one of our biggest German accounts. She found out, on the grapevine, that Geraldine was getting the business and my immediate thought was that this was tit for tat for Levinson's.

I had not wanted to explain the misunderstanding over the phone and so I left messages for Geraldine to get back to me when she had an evening free. That she had not called was not unusual, she consistently worked even longer days than I did, but now I feared that she had seen Levinsons as a declaration of war.

This was a situation that I was desperate to avoid and so, taking a chance, I left the office late and called at her apartment. She was a long time answering the doorbell and I was about to give it up when the door opened.

I had clearly caught her in the shower as she stood in a short flannel gown whilst still towelling her hair. She looked set to give her caller a piece of her mind but when she saw it was me her expression softened.

"Come on in."

We made small talk, which consisted mainly of me listening to her holiday anecdotes, whilst she brewed coffee. When it was poured we sat together in the spacious living area and I broached the subject uppermost on my mind.

"The girl I took on was...over enthusiastic. She made some calls that I did not authorise and I think some damage was done."

"You did better than me. Mine turned out to be a total dunce. I had to let her go which means that you win the bet but I get the prize."

I looked at her uncomprehendingly and then something clicked.

"She came to you for a job didn't she?"

"She certainly has chutzpah and she seems to have Levensons round her finger. They gave her an informal reference."