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Come with Me

By: AmysNewFreedom



Again, I was alone, a little sexually frustrated, and my thoughts drifted to you... and looking out of my window, the cool breeze stirring the light hairs framing my face, I pictured myself finding a nice shady spot under an old oak tree. Opening a huge, soft, fresh blanket, spreading it on the ground, and settling myself in the middle of it. As my eyes closed at my desk, I thought about how the breeze would feel, as it lightly caressed my neck. Imagined further how it would feel if I went ahead and unbutton my silky shirt, exposing the strawberry tips of my breasts to the light breeze… the sudden chill on the hot flesh causing them to peak, and strain upwards. Gently I would lift my breezy skirt, exposing my legs to the light, pulling just to the edge of my bare pussy, letting the breeze waft through.... 

Startled, I would open my eyes, as I felt a soft tongue snake down and slide around my clit, slowly sucking into a hot moist mouth... reaching down, I would lightly run my fingers through your hair, as you gently sucked on my clit… my other hand moving to my nipples, pulling on them hard, as my hips reached towards you.

From behind the old oak, I saw a shadow move as my little sister slipped around behind my head... As she walked over to us, pulling her shirt over her head, her matching strawberry nipples pebbling in the breeze, she slips her shorts off of her slender hips, revealing her pale young body to the warm spring air.

Standing next to my reclining form, rubbing her own nipples, I watch as a small flare of jealousy lights her eyes, as she watches all the attention that I’m getting from you. Knowing how she wants to be badly fucked, her crush on you outweighing any rational thought, I reach out my hand, pulling her down onto the blanket with us. Easing out from underneath your loving tongue, I switch places with her, removing the rest of my clothing...

Guiding her hips to your waiting mouth, I lean over, tonguing her nipples and sliding my hand over your neck, and down as much of your back as I can reach... my fingernails lightly caressing your sensitive skin on the back of your neck.

Leaving her to your willing mouth, I move behind you, gently easing you out of your clothing. First reaching around to your chest, running my hands lightly up and down, teasing around your own nipples, before unbuttoning and easing it down your shoulders. 

Toying with your belt buckle, my knuckle gently teasing the hard ridge of your cock through your pants... I lick your earlobe, whispering how badly I want you to fuck me and her, taking both of our sweet little cherries, making us both your little sluts.

Unbuttoning your pants, I slide my fingertips inside, as you suck harder on her clit, her sweet juices running down your chin, as I scoop up a bit of precum onto my fingertips... slowly bringing my fingertips to my mouth, you hear a slight slurping sound as I completely lick my fingers clean, my soft moans of pleasure as the taste of you lingers in my mouth.

Reaching inside your pants with both hands, wrapping them firmly around your cock, stroking it strongly, your hips catching the rhythm as my hands work your hard cock closer and closer to orgasm.

With one hand still buried in your pants, I lean forward, meeting my tongue with yours, both of them rolling around my little sisters clit, as she screams in pleasure... My tongue sliding around yours, sucking both the tip and her clit into my mouth... Reaching my hand down between my legs, playing with my own silken juices, I meet your eyes, as I slowly guide you up from her pussy... 

Straddling her face, my pussy bare, her tongue automatically searching for my clit, I spread her legs wide opening her completely to you... grasping her hips, you thrust hard into her, popping her soft cherry, and completely making her yours.... her young body, completely full, buried to the hilt, as your tongue meets mine in a kiss... my pussy being loved by her mouth, as you slowly fuck her... 

Breaking the kiss... I lean forward... my fingers stroking her clit, as she gets the fucking she's been begging for - watching your rock hard cock slide in and out of her... 

Sucking my clit farther into her mouth, her fingertips buried inside my pussy, rubbing my g-spot as she slides another finger deeper into my ass.... sitting down harder on that finger, I gasp as I’m completely filled, her soft tiny finger buried to the hilt... 

My sister, nearing orgasm, her young body thrashing off the blanket, I look up into your eyes, mine dilated from the glorious pleasure, as you whisper, "cum with me"... my climax beings, building slow and rolling through my body, as you throw back your head and let your orgasm overtake you... filling her with hot cum, my juices flooding my little sisters mouth as I cum with you... 

Come with Me



Please feel free to send me messages with your comments and thoughts. I'm not a professional writer, and I'm sure there are grammatical errors, verb tense errors, etc. which I have missed. However, I appreciate all feedback, and am very interested to know what you liked and what you didn't. This is my first attempt at literotica in the female perspective. 

All characters are 21 years of age or older. This is entirely a work of fiction; any similarities between any persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental and unintentional. I've deliberately left out most physical descriptions of characters as I, personally, think it's more fun to fill in with our own preferences. So, dear reader, I leave the rest to your imagination . . . Enjoy. 

***** 

"Come on, you'll have fun! You don't get out enough, you know that? You should get your nose out of your textbooks once in a while and socialize a little. You're the prettiest girl I know, I don't know why you get so shy." 

I peered up over the top of my physics textbook at my roommate, Andrea. I was shy and felt awkward in most social situations. But, she did have a point. I really did want to go have fun with her, and with other people. 

"Alright, Andrea. I'll go." 

"Good! We'll take my car." Andrea turned on her heels and headed toward the front door of our apartment. I set my textbook aside, grabbed my backpack and followed. As she turned the door handle, Andrea looked at me. "A backpack, Casey? Really?" 

I glanced down at the backpack in my hand, then back up at Andrea. "What? It has my wallet and water bottle in it." 

Andrea rolled her eyes and sighed as she pulled the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. I didn't understand what her fuss was about. 

I followed Andrea to her car, and we got in. As she started the engine and began to drive, I asked, "How many people are going to be there?" 

"I don't know, Casey. It's a college house party. Maybe 20? 30? Just relax, okay? You'll be fine," she reassured me. 

"Will anyone I know be there?" I persisted. 

Andrea thought for a minute before answering, "I don't know, but you're going to have fun anyway, I promise." 

Maybe she was right. 

A few minutes later, Andrea announced, "We're here." 

I peered out the window as Andrea's car came to a stop in front of an expensive-looking, two story house. We got out, and I followed Andrea up the brick walkway to the front door. As she opened it, I grabbed her arm. 

"Wait, Andrea, shouldn't we knock? It's rather rude to just walk into someone's home, isn't it?" 

"It's fine, Casey. We've been invited, and no one would hear us if we did knock." She was right, the music was loud. 

I followed Andrea inside. Beyond the foyer was a hallway leading toward the back of the house, and to our left was a large living area. From where I stood, I could see people talking and drinking in the living room. Some reclined on sofas, others danced. The music was lively and fast with a heavy beat. Andrea continued to walk down the hallway, deeper into the house, and I followed. 

"Excuse me," I said, smiling nervously as I squeezed by a boy and a girl talking in the hallway, each of them holding a red cup. The girl glanced at me and smiled, then went back to her conversation. We entered the kitchen. Several students poured drinks at a bar, laughing as they grabbed bottles from each other, arguing playfully about how to make the best "Golden Dream". 

"Hi, Lola!" Andrea greeted a girl I didn't know and hugged her. The two began talking. I tucked my hands in my pockets and tried not to look awkward. As I looked around, I guessed that Andrea had been right to estimate 30 students. Then, I remembered there was upstairs, too. I rubbed my left ankle with my right foot. Maybe I should find a place to sit down. That might be less awkward than standing here. But, sitting somewhere alone might be more awkward. Maybe I should wait for Andrea. 

"Hi," a deep male voice broke my thoughts. He stood two heads taller than me, blonde, and decently muscular. 

"Hi," I replied as I regarded him curiously. He's going to ask me to move out of the way, I thought. I should have found a less conspicuous place to stand. How embarrassing . . . 

"You look nervous," he smiled. 

Was it that obvious? My brain scrambled for something to say. I stared at him, unable to speak. 

"Come with me," he finally said. He gave me a half smile and placed his hand gently on my elbow. I smiled back hesitantly and looked at Andrea. She was deep in animated conversation with her friend. I looked back at the blonde boy. He seemed nice and confident. I followed. 

He led me to a far corner of the living room, then turned to me. 

"I'm Brad. Bradley Rennet." I smiled, grateful to make an acquaintance. I held out my hand to shake. He took it. "Casey, isn't it?" he asked before I could introduce myself. 

"Yes," I said, surprised. He shook my hand. 

"I've seen you around campus. Seems you're usually studying." 

"Yes," I replied. He looked at me. Maybe he expected me to say more. "It's usually why I go to school. You know, to study." I trailed off as I watched two boys chase each other over the back of the couch. Bystanders laughed, and an amused smile played across my lips. I looked back at Brad. He was grinning as he watched them, too. He looked back at me. 

"Fun, huh?" 

I smiled wider. "Yes," I replied sincerely. 

Brad regarded me for a moment, then announced jovially, "You need a drink." 

"Oh, I'm okay . . ." I began to protest, but he grabbed my hand, and my words stopped. 

He led me back toward the kitchen. "Hey! Corey!" Brad called to a tall, thin, black-haired boy. "This lovely lady needs a drink!" 

The black-haired boy grinned and pointed at Brad exuberantly, "You got it, buddy! What'll the lady have?" I thought it was a little strange that Corey had asked Brad what I wanted rather than asking me. But, I was grateful for someone else to decide for me. The only drink I knew by name was a Long Island Iced Tea, and I wasn't even sure what was in it. 

"Let's make it an Adios Motherfucker," Brad paused, his face working as if he suddenly wasn't sure. He turned to me. His hand was still holding mine, and he lifted my arm away from my body to give himself a better view. His eyes looked me up and down. My face got warm, and I looked at the floor. "Make it a small one, Core'. She looks like a lightweight. Wouldn't want her passing out on us." I looked back up at Brad to see him wink at me. My eyes darted to Corey, who looked at Brad knowingly. 

"You got it, buddy." Corey said cheerfully. He turned back to the counter and began grabbing bottles. I pulled my hand out of Brad's and moved to stand next to Corey. I wasn't about to drink an unknown concoction. 

"What's that?" I said pointing at the bottle Corey had just picked up. 

"One fifty-one," Corey replied. 

"Can I see?" 

Corey gave me a puzzled look before answering, "Sure." He handed me the bottle. Brad moved to stand beside me. 

I examined the label for a moment. "This is one hundred fifty-one proof. That's roughly 75% alcohol, isn't it?" I looked up at Corey. Corey was looking at the bottle. 

"Yeah, it is." 

I set the bottle down, my eyes still on Corey's face. "I think maybe something that is meant for drinking, not for lighting bonfires, would be more appropriate." Corey's eyes shifted from the bottle to Brad, then to me. Brad burst out laughing. 

"You heard the lady," Brad said as he rested a hand on top of my shoulder. "Let's give her a B&B Collins, and use the Korbel not the E&J. That E&J shit's nasty." 

"What's a B&B Collins?" I asked, looking up at Brad. 

"It's soda, lemon juice, sugar, herbal liqueur and a little brandy." 

"Oh. Okay." That sounded harmless enough, and I could sip it. Corey set to making the drink, then handed it to me with a smile. 

"One B&B. All yours, honey," Corey said blithely. 

I smiled at him as I took it. "Thank you." I was a little surprised to see the red cup was completely full. I hoped most of it was soda and lemon juice. 

"Thanks, Core'. Now," Brad said, turning to me, "let's find my friends." 

"Okay," I clutched my drink. 

I followed behind Brad as he moved through the crowded living room toward two boys and one girl standing in a circle. He paused occasionally on the way to say hi to people he knew, and he introduced me to all of them, making me feel increasingly more comfortable. What a gentleman, I thought. We came to his group of friends, whom he greeted. I stood behind Brad, peeking shyly around his arm at the trio of new people. Noticing that I wasn't next to him, Brad reached back, placed his hand on the small of my back, and pushed me forward to stand slightly in front of him. 

"This is Casey," Brad said as he moved behind me and placed both hands on my shoulders. One of the boys raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

"Casey?" He looked from me to Brad in disbelief, then back at me. He suddenly smiled politely and leaned forward with his hand outstretched. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Casey. I'm Randy." 

I shook his hand, "The pleasure is all mine, Randy." The other two introduced themselves. I moved back to stand next to Brad, and looked up at him in question. Why had Randy seemed to know me? Brad gave me a nervous smile, then addressed his friends. Brad and his friends were funny, and I enjoyed their company. As I sipped my drink, I began to relax. 

"How's that drink, Casey?" Brad asked during a lull in the conversation as he sipped his cup of beer. 

"Good!" I answered. "Really rather good." 

Brad beamed down at me. "Good girl. Drink the last couple sips there and I'll get you another one." 

I looked down, surprised to see my cup was almost empty. But, Brad's approval and confident direction had me drinking the last couple sips and handing him the empty cup. "Thank you, Brad," I said as he took the cup and disappeared into the crowd, which seemed a little more lively than it had been when I first arrived with Andrea. Where was Andrea, I wondered. But, Randy exaggeratedly shaking his hips to the music had all of us laughing and Andrea completely forgotten. 

Brad came back with another full cup, and a beer for himself. He handed me my drink, and I took a sip. I had to hand it to Corey, he really knew how to make a drink. I should thank him - that would be polite. Impulsively, I turned to Brad. 

"I'll be right back," I said, leaning closer to him so he could hear me over the music, which had gotten louder. He looked at me confused. I handed the cup to him, which he took as he watched me leave. I headed toward the kitchen, but didn't see Corey. I went out into the hall, looked both ways, and saw him listening to a guy talk animatedly about how male cats' penises hook inside and trap female cats during mating. I approached him and waited. 

"Hi, honey. What you need?" he said when he noticed me. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to tell you, you make very good drinks, and I wanted to thank you," I said. 

"Oh," Corey smiled, "No problem, honey, I'm glad you like it. Is the second one alright, too?" 

"Yes, thank you." 

"Good." 

As I turned to leave, I thought I heard Corey snicker a little. Were cat penises really that funny? 

I returned to the living room. Brad's gaze caught mine from across the room, and his worried expression immediately gave way to a smile. He motioned me over to him and held up my drink, almost like bait. I smiled back and rejoined him. 

When my drink was almost gone, Brad took my cup and set it down. He dismissed us from his friends. Then, he leaned in close to my ear and said, "Come with me." He took my hand and led me upstairs, then pulled me into an empty bedroom. 

"What's this?" I asked, looking around the room. I heard the door close and lock behind me. I turned to face Brad, who was now standing between myself and the door. 

"Brad? I don't . . ." 

"Shh," he stopped me and moved closer. "It's alright. We're here because I want to say something to you, and I'm not going to do anything you don't want." I was sure he wasn't drunk; he had drank only one beer that I had seen. 

"Okay," I said, relaxing. Brad reached out and grasped me firmly by my waist. Surprised, I put my arms in the crooks of his elbows, ready to push him away. His hands were large and refreshingly cool on my skin through my T-shirt. He gazed down into my eyes, and I looked back into his questioningly. 

"I told them about you," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I told my friends about you," he explained. "I told them I had to have you, and that I would find a way. They didn't believe me. But, I got you to talk to me, to come with me, I got you drunk - just to make you loosen up a bit - and now I have you in a bedroom alone with me." 

I blinked, puzzled. I was a little drunk. Those drinks must have been strong. 

"I thought it might have been game over when you refused the Adios Motherfucker," he continued, "but, Corey makes drinks very well and knows how to hide how much alcohol is in them." 

I pushed myself away from him. "How much alcohol did I . . . wait, why? Why did you do this?" 

"Because I want you, Casey. Because I've wanted you since I saw you." He stepped forward toward me, and I took a step back. 

"Come on, Casey." He stretched out his hands and smiled gently, which made me hesitate. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want a chance with you." I gazed into his eyes. He seemed sincere. 

"A chance with me - for what purpose?" I asked suspiciously. For sex? For dating? He seemed nice and was certainly attractive, but maybe it was just an act. Or, maybe not. The alcohol was making it hard to think. 

Brad stepped toward me. I didn't move. He placed one hand on my lower back. With his other hand, he took my chin and lifted my face to his. He bent down and gently pressed his lips to mine. My skin tingled and my stomach turned to knots. I moved my hands to his biceps, intending to push him away, but I froze. Slowly, I kissed him back. His lips worked against mine, coaxing my mouth open. His tongue slid between my lips, and forced its way into my mouth. I let him slide his tongue over mine, and I moved my tongue timidly over his. Finally, I pushed myself away from him. 

"Brad, I-I don't know you," I stammered. 

"It's okay, Casey," he stepped toward me again and placed his hands on either side of my jaw. He held my face in his hands as he stared into my eyes. "You will get to know me," he said. 

Brad gripped the back of my neck with one hand. His other hand snaked down my side and wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer to him. He bent his head down so his breath danced across the bare skin of my neck as he spoke, sending tingles down my spine. "I told you, I won't do anything you don't want me to." He gently kissed my neck. "And, judging by the fact that you haven't screamed yet, I think you like what I'm doing so far . . ." 

I chuckled. "The music is so loud, I don't think anyone would hear me if I did scream," I said. I stopped short, horrified. It wasn't until after I said it that I realized what that meant. My actual vulnerability became suddenly apparent. I braced my hands against Brad's chest. 

"You're probably right, sweetheart," he smirked as he looked down at me. "So, I'll tell you what's going to happen." 

Keeping one arm around my waist, he moved his other hand to my chin and tilted my face up to meet his. He fixed his eyes on mine. "You're going to get on that bed, and I'm going to touch you-" 

"No!" I wriggled and tried to twist away, but he held me around my waist tightly. 

"Listen! Listen . . ." he grabbed my jaw with one hand and forced me to look at him again. His eyes bore into mine. 

"I'm going to touch you," he repeated in a low, steady voice, "and if you like it, I'm going to keep touching you." 

My eyes widened. 

"And if you don't like what I'm doing to you, I'll stop," he finished. My stomach jumped with hope. Of course I wouldn't like it! By his own rules, he would have to stop touching me immediately. 

Brad held my gaze intently. When I didn't try to squirm away again, he grabbed both my arms and backed me toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and buckled. 

"No, wait!" I protested. Brad's firm grasp on my arms lowered me backwards the rest of the way onto the bed. He straddled my hips, still holding my arms, and sat on my upper thighs. 

"Now," he said as he looked intently into my face, holding my arms pinned against the mattress. "I will keep my word and stop if you don't like it. But, in exchange, I need you to at least give me a chance." I stared back at him defiantly and tried to kick, but I couldn't lift my legs with him sitting on them. "Casey," he said sternly, "I need you to listen to me." I twisted under him, trying to get my arms free. 

Brad sighed. "I supposed this might happen. No matter, I came prepared." Brad put both my wrists in one of his hands and dug in his pocket with the other. I tried to tug my wrists out of his grasp, but he was stronger, and his large hand held my wrists with little effort. Brad produced two lengths of material from his pocket and began to wrap them around my wrists. 

"Brad, please . . ." I implored. I tried to yank my arms away, but Brad continued tying, unperturbed by my struggling. When he had finished tying the material around my wrists, he tied each piece to the bedposts. He stood back and folded his arms across his chest, admiring his handiwork. Brad watched with a satisfied smile as I struggled and pulled at the restraints. 

Then, I felt his hands pulling at my belt. My eyes darted down. I crossed my legs as he undid my jeans. "No . . . No, Brad . . ." 

"I told you, you have to at least give me a chance," he said as he tugged my jeans down, revealing my white, lacey underwear adorned with two tiny pink bows. He breathed in sharply at the sight of them. 

"Brad . . . Brad . . ." My brow furrowed in one last desperate appeal. He looked at me, then looked at my underwear. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

"You're right . . ." he exhaled. 

"R-really?" I asked hopefully. 

Slowly, he said, "Yes . . . Yes, you're right. I probably shouldn't start with your pants . . ." A devilish grin spread across his face. 

"W-what?" I stammered. 

"I'm being too eager," he explained matter-of-factly as he reached for my shirt and tore the collar. I gasped. "I should enjoy this moment . . ." he tore my shirt down the center in short jerking motions as he spoke, ". . . this moment . . . that I've been so looking forward to . . . for such a long time." 

"What moment . . .?" I asked warily. 

Brad chuckled. "Why, the moment when I take you, Casey." Brad crawled onto the bed to straddle me again, this time over my bare thighs and white thong. 

"T-take me . . ." My mind reeled. My limbs felt weak, and my vision swam a little as I lay there in only my bra, underwear and shredded t-shirt. 

"Yes," Brad hissed as he leaned down and ripped my bra straps away one at a time. "Take you," he repeated. He slid his hand under my back and undid the clasp on my bra. Then, he pulled the garment away from my body and threw it to the floor. 

"But you said if I didn't like it, you'd stop!" 

He gazed down approvingly at my naked breasts. "Oh, I will," he breathed. I felt his cock twitch against my pelvis, and noticed for the first time that it was hard. It bulged against his jeans, and I quickly looked away, embarrassed. 

"Oh, don't be so shy, Casey," he teased. "You're going to become very familiar with my cock soon, if all goes as planned." Brad forced his body down between my legs. He kissed slowly from my left side, across my ribcage, and to my breasts. When he reached them, he softly licked the tender place under my right breast. I drew in a quick breath. Brad chuckled softly, then did it again. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of my right breast, then across to my left one. I squirmed. He kissed and sucked at the underside of my left breast, making my breath come in short, soft gasps. Brad lifted his head and looked down at my chest. 




Come with Me



"I haven't even touched your nipples yet, Casey," he said, "and they're already hard for me." I could feel the tightness in my breasts and knew it was true. "Don't try to hide that you want it." Brad resumed kissing and licking my breasts before finally running his tongue across one tight nipple. I moaned. He suckled on each nipple in turn. By the time he was done with my breasts, I could feel dampness spreading between my legs. He kissed down my side and across my belly. Goosebumps rose on my legs and arms as his mouth coaxed hundreds of nerves to life in my skin. I grinded my hips back into the mattress. I felt him smile against my stomach. He kissed down until his mouth touched the waistband of my thong. 

"You see?" he asked silkily in his deep, husky voice. "Admit you like it." 

"I-I don-. . ." I began to protest. 

"Don't argue with me when you know I'm right, Casey," he interrupted. 

He gently kissed down my hip and down my thigh, then sideways to the inside of my leg. His lips and facial hair on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh sent tingles of delightful sensation coursing through my body. I gasped and pressed my legs together quickly. Brad grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs open. He continued to kiss the inside of my thigh, then kissed and licked up toward my thong. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I jumped. Brad whipped his head toward the door, his face a mix of horror and irritation. 

Brad clamped his hand quickly over my mouth before I could think to scream. 

"Anyone in there?" someone called as they tried to open the door. "Hey, open this door right now! Who's in there!?" It was a male voice. 

"Just a second!" Brad called, his irritation growing. He jerked a pillowcase off one of the pillows with his free hand, then quickly stuffed the pillowcase into my mouth, the material muffling my call for help. 

Brad got up and quickly threw the edge of the comforter over my body to hide my nakedness. He went to the door and opened it a crack. 

"Oh, Corey!" Brad said, relieved. 

"Oh. Hi, Brad. What's going on in there?" Corey asked curiously. Brad swung the door open half way so Corey could look inside. "Holy shit, is that Casey?" Corey asked in disbelief. 

"Yep," Brad sounded proud. 

"Damn, man, I didn't think you could pull it off, even with my drinks! . . . Uh, is she alright?" 

As they talked, I twisted my right hand around to try to reach the knot in the cloth restraint. "Yeah, Core'. She came up here willingly, let me kiss her and everything," Brad reassured him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rape her. You know how I feel about her." 

"Alright . . ." Corey responded. "Well, I'll be damned, I never thought in a million years that you would get Casey Waylen into bed with you!" Corey's laugh receded down the hall as Brad closed and locked the door. 

I whimpered through the pillowcase and yanked on the restraints around my wrists. My eyes were glued to Brad as he moved to the foot of the bed. 

"That was close," he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. He leaned down and began kissing the inside of my other thigh. Each kiss and soft brush of his facial hair made my pussy more and more slick and swollen. He lifted my leg and moved his mouth closer and closer to my thong, biting gently at my skin along the way. My pussy began to throb as he moved his tongue in swirling motions across the edge of my thong. I silently begged my body to stop responding to him as my cum gradually soaked through my underwear. He moved his tongue across my skin in one long, thick, sweeping stroke, from the bottom of my ass to the front of my pelvis, along the border of my thong. That's when he felt it. 

"Oh, what do we have here?" he asked, referencing the intense heat radiating from my pussy. He smiled and brought his hand up. Ever so lightly, he brushed his knuckle across my clit through my thong. My thighs shuddered involuntarily. He smiled. 

"Well, Casey, it seems you can't hide your true feelings from me." I moved my tongue against the pillowcase, attempting to push it out of my mouth. "I told you I would stop if you didn't like it, but . . ." Brad lightly stroked my clit with his knuckle again, and my thighs trembled. He grinned, satisfied. ". . . it seems you do like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" He brushed his knuckle across my clit once more for emphasis. I shivered as tremors trickled through my legs and up into my stomach.  

"That's a good girl," he cooed. "You can squirm for me all you like, I don't mind at all." 

With that, he hooked his finger through the crotch of my thong and pulled it down. My bare pussy exposed to him only made me more wet. I whimpered. Whether I whimpered for him to stop or whimpered for him to keep going, I wasn't sure. He flicked his tongue against my pussy lips, then nibbled at the top of my mound gently. I gripped the strips of material holding me to the bedposts. 

He flicked his tongue against my clit. My legs jerked up, but Brad caught them. Holding my legs spread open, he slid the tip of his tongue slowly from the top of my slit down onto my clit, then back up, then back down onto my clit again. I whined. It was almost more than I could stand. Unable to move my arms or legs, I laid there spread open and at the mercy of his tongue, at the mercy of however much or little he wanted to give me. 

"Do you want me to lick your clit?" he whispered. I mewled quietly. "I can't hear you, Casey, and I can't tell if that's a yes or a no." He slid his tongue down onto my clit again, then back up away from it. I whimpered louder. My head was swimming. I couldn't stand it. I needed release. My pussy was throbbing and begging for it. 

"Tell me what you want, Casey. Tell me you want it, and I'll give it to you." 

"Yhff, yhff . . ." my muffled 'yes, yes' sounded through the pillowcase. 

"Good girl," he growled. Brad's tongue dove onto my clit. I arched my back and squealed with the sudden sensation. His tongue circled and circled, sucked and flicked. I moaned as my legs twitched and shivers ran up my spine. 

After a few minutes, he stopped and said, "Let's see how much you liked that, shall we?" He ran a finger over the opening of my pussy, back a forth a few times. His eyebrows lifted in awe. "My God, Casey, you're dripping!" My face became hot. Slowly, he slid a single finger inside me. I moaned as his finger pushed apart my swollen pussy. He slid it slowly in to the second knuckle. I lifted my hips, rising to swallow more of his finger into my dripping and eager hole. He pulled his finger out to the first knuckle, then pushed it back in to the second. I raised my hips higher, wanting his finger deeper. 

He pulled his finger out, covered in my cum, and looked at it in deep satisfaction. My mind reeled. My body craved his finger, and I was desperate for it to be back inside. 

"Do you want to feel how wet you are?" he asked, sounding pleased with himself. He rubbed the outside of my pussy with his fingers, spreading my own juices all over my pussy lips. I murmured quietly in embarrassment. I had said I didn't wanted this. Now, I was dripping cum all over this man's hands. 

"I think you have something to tell me, Casey!" Brad said as he jerked the pillowcase out of my mouth. He pressed his hand hard against my pussy and clit, and kissed me roughly. I grinded my hips into his hand. 

Brad grasped my jaw with his free hand, so I couldn't look away from him. "You want me," he growled. "Look how wet you are, how swollen and hot you are. Tell me you want me to make you come. I'm the only one who can give you release now." 

My lips were parted, and I was breathing hard. I stared at him, his face close to mine. I knew he was right. "Y-yes . . ." I panted. 

"Yes what, Casey?" 

"Yes, I want you to . . . I want you to make me come." 

"Tell me I'm the only one who can help you." He pressed his hand harder into my clit and pussy, making me close my eyes and rock my hips back and forth. 

"You're the only one who can help me," I told him. 

"Look at me and beg me for my cock." 

I opened my eyes. "What? No, I . . ." 

"If you want to come, you're going to come my way," Brad said forcefully. "Now, you want to come, don't you?" He grinded his hand harder into my clit, making me moan. 

"Yes!" 

Brad leaned down, and his breath was warm on my neck as he whispered darkly into my ear, "Then beg me for it." 

Goosebumps rose on my arms and legs. Unable to take any more, my pussy screaming for release, I started to beg. "Please, Brad, make me come. With your cock. Please make me come on your cock." 

"Good girl," he growled. He jerked his pants down and produced his very large, very erect cock. The veins stood out against his skin, bulging. He rubbed the tip up and down along my slit, moistening it with my cum. His eyes were hungry. He pulled my legs open wide and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. 

"Brad, I don't think that's going to fi-" He pushed forward, forcing the head against the opening of my pussy. His cock pushed up in between the tender folds, prying it open. Brad thrust forward, and my pussy grudgingly gave way to his head. I winced. He groaned. 

"My God, Casey, you're tight," he said through clenched teeth. My pussy clutched at the base of his head. He slowly forced in a half inch further, ignoring my hole's resistance. 

"Wait!" I panted. 

"Shh, Casey," he said. 

I obeyed and bit my lip. He pushed it in another inch, moaning low, then stopped. Unable to force more of his cock into me, he grabbed my hips and pulled out about half an inch. Then, he thrust forward hard. I yelped. 

"Brad, please wait!" 

"Quiet, Casey," he snarled. I fell silent. He pulled out again, desire burning in his eyes, and thrust forward again. I whimpered. 

"Shh. It's almost in." He pulled out a third time and pressed his open palm over my mouth. I looked up at him in disbelief. He thrust forward a third time. His hand muffled my cry as the length of his cock relentlessly pushed the walls of my pussy away. His pelvis hit my mound as he forced me to take all of him. 

"It's okay, Casey, it's in." He moved his hand away and kissed me. As he kissed me, he pressed the base of his cock into me, smashing his balls against my ass. 

I tore my lips away from his. "Brad, it's too deep . . ." 

"Hush, Casey," he said sternly. "You'll get used to it. You're going to have to." 

He began moving his hips, working his cock around inside me. "I'll loosen you up. You'll be able to take me easily very soon," he said. Gradually, as he worked me with his cock, he began thrusting. My pussy gripped his cock hard, squeezing around him rhythmically with his thrusts. Each time he pulled back, the soft pink flesh of my pussy gripped his cock and pulled out with it. I was so wet that there was nothing stopping him from sliding in and out again and again. His cock looked unnaturally large between my legs, but there was nothing I could do to stop him as he pumped into me harder and faster. He pulled out until my pussy was clinched around the head of his cock, then he thrust in all the way to the base. From head to base he penetrated me again and again. I shuddered as my pussy pulsated and constricted around his member. It squeezed and released then squeezed him again, massaging his cock. Warm tingling built up in my pelvis the more he pumped. 

"Don't stop, please . . ." I begged as he drove his cock into me. 

"I won't," he whispered, continuing his long, deep, steady strokes. 

He was breathing hard. I arched up into him as I panted his name. 

"I'm . . . I'm going to come soon," I said through soft mewls. Brad pumped faster, my pussy stretching wide around his cock. My legs shook weakly, unable to mitigate his deep, unyielding penetrations. I looked down at myself, speared on his gigantic cock, my pussy stretched around it. 

"Come with me," he commanded. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably around his cock as I started to come. He pressed deep inside me, making me take his entire cock as he squirted his load. When he finished, he looked down at his cock inside my stretched, swollen, abused pussy. I followed his gaze to his thick, veiny cock protruding from my pussy, glistening and covered in my cum. Immediately, I knew this wasn't going to be the last time I would behold that sight.



Come With Me



This morning I woke up with the worst headache imaginable. My apartment was a mess and there were bills to be paid. Etc, etc. Just when I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, in walks my girlfriend, a furious scowl on her pretty face. She found out I was bisexual. In the most melodramatic way you can possibly imagine. 

Well, screw that, I told her. Apparently Alex, my Tuesday night fuck, had bitched on me. Motherfucker. We broke up, of course. I wasn’t gonna lose any sleep over it, I told myself – she wasn’t worth it. I made a mental note to give Samantha, Alex’s wife, a little phone call.

But feeling kinda bummed anyway, I trudged to my favourite sleazy gay bar. I needed some loving – a stress-relief fuck, that was what I needed. I wanted some cute stranger, legs spread and lying beneath me, screaming in pleasure, and not just screaming at me.

I pushed open the swinging doors of the bar. The place was so damn obvious; it was called The Closet, for fuck’s sake. Immediately, I could smell pot. There were practically no women inside besides a few lesbians. All around were men, drinking and smoking, occasionally disappearing to the bathrooms to smoke weed or to suck cock. There were leather dudes (not really my type, but should try anyway), some twinks (they can be annoying but are usually desperate for a fuck) and some regular jock types. I felt right at home.

And then I saw him. He was sitting somewhere near the back, all alone. My heart instantly beat faster – he was possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was either Chinese or Japanese and absolutely beautiful. He had jet black hair, stylishly tousled, and a chiseled face, with a perfect complexion. He was quite pale, and his white skin contrasted shockingly with his perfect pink lips and slight stubble. Man, I wanted to spread him, right there on the table. He heard me approach, and looked up at me. Then I saw his most arresting feature – his beautiful eyes, deep brown, angled and upturned at the sides like most Chinese men. They seemed to dance and sparkle. The whole noisy bar, my crappy life, suddenly became far away and insignificant – everything to me right then revolved around this heavenly hunk. My heart raced. 

He smiled at me, a shy smile, when I said “Hi”. It was as sweet as a shot of morphine. Even to this day, I never forgot that first smile. I looked closer – he was drinking orange juice.

I wondered why he was sitting alone, although he didn’t fail to attract glances from most men in the room. Suddenly I felt irrationally jealous and possessive. How dare they look at him! 

But I extended my hand at him and said, “Hi. My name’s Cory. Would you like some company?” Something about the kindness in his eyes made me bold.

He smiled again (man, he’s so fuckin cute, I thought) and to my delight he said yes. As I sat down, he apologized that he didn’t speak much English. He had a cute, kinda deep voice. He told me his name was Shen.

A pesky waiter came over. I ordered a beer and asked Shen if he wanted anything. He said he didn’t drink. As the waiter left, he nodded towards Shen and winked at me, as if in congratulation. I couldn’t help feeling pleased. 

We talked a bit, with me asking most questions. He was shy and spoke carefully, as if unsure of himself. I learned he was Chinese, from Shanghai and studying here in the UK. He’d ask me some questions, about where I lived and so on. He smiled a lot, and laughed when I rattled the few Chinese words I knew. He was very friendly.

I drank my beer while he sipped his orange juice. We didn’t say anything for a long time. I just watched him – I could stare at him for hours. A lock of his hair fell over his eyes. He brushed it away and peered at me, giving me a small, uncertain smile. I fell in love with him, right then. 

A sudden urgency gripped me. I wanted to sleep with him right away, not just out of lust, but as if to show him, since language was a bit of a problem, just how much I felt for him. I didn’t know how to phrase the question. After quick deliberation, I stroked his hand meaningfully, stared straight into his angelic eyes and asked,

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?”

I braced myself for the rejection, but he didn’t answer me. I looked at him – a big, mischievous grin on his face, making his eyes crinkle and dance. I was smiling too. “What does that mean, Shen?” I asked him.

He laughed in embarrassment, and pretended not to understand me. Man, he was such a tease! “Shen….” I said, coaxingly. The name sounded so right. “C’mon…..”. He’d just break my heart if he said no! 

Finally, almost imperceptibly, he gave me a small nod. Thank you God! Thank you! I thought to myself as we got up from the table and walked towards the exit. I noticed several men eyeing Shen up and down, with naked lust, and then looking at me with envy. 

We made the short walk to my apartment, during which I held his hand in mine. He didn’t object. 

We stepped into my apartment. I was slightly ashamed at the mess, but Shen didn’t seem to notice. Suddenly he seemed a bit nervous. After all, I was a total stranger. But under the low lights of my apartment, he looked even more beautiful, if that was possible. There was no way I was letting him go.

I took the lead. Shen was shy and uneasy, but didn’t object as I rubbed his shoulders to relax him. My cock was already throbbing in my pants. I turned him around. I brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes and kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft and good to kiss. I almost couldn’t believe this was the same guy I was drooling over just a while ago. I kissed him more urgently, as lust and passion took over. His mouth tasted of orange juice. He was still hesitant, as if not used to being so roughly kissed. 

We broke the kiss. He was not sure what to do next, so I took off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. Gently, I reached over and undid his jacket zipper. I gulped in anticipation. He took off his jacket and I helped him take off his t-shirt too, suppressing the urge to rip it off. He stood before me, shirtless. Man, oh man, oh man. 

As if his handsome face wasn’t enough, Shen had an incredible body, smooth and lightly muscled, nearly hairless. His shoulders were broad, his pecs defined, with pert pink nipples. He was very pale – his creamy white skin glowed in the low lights. 

I could no longer control my lust. I embraced him hungrily, kissing him roughly on the lips. He kissed me back. I felt him up and down, enjoying how smooth his skin felt, and how good he smelled – like orange juice and forest dew. There was so much I wanted to do at once. As I kissed him, I began to fumble with his belt. He helped me. He slid his pants off – more of beautiful Shen – and I quickly began to remove mine. He wore white briefs. It was clear that he was hard as well. 

I slipped down my own briefs, releasing my hard cock. He was still a bit nervous and self-conscious. Gently, with an encouraging smile, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock and balls popped out, delightfully long and big. His pubic hair was black and curly, the same colour as his hair. Then, starting from the top, I licked and nibbled his body. He sighed as I sucked his nipples, and again as my tongue traveled down his developed abs…..down his treasure trail, and he let out a soft, delightful little cry as I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. I sucked him as best as I knew how. Never had I felt the need to pleasure another man so deeply. As I guided his uncertain hands to my head, letting him take control of my bobbing head, I knew that I felt much more than plain lust.

Almost reluctantly, I broke the blowjob. I stood up and gave Shen a quick kiss. Then, I gently pushed his shoulders down, coaxing him to kneel before me. I cried out when he licked my cock. He was inexperienced, but it felt exquisite anyway. He tongued my cock and then my balls. I resisted the urge to shove myself into his mouth. I told him, between gasps,

“Shen…baby…., I love what you’re doing, but I really need you to suck it. All of it”

He looked embarrassed. I wanted to kick myself for being so insensitive, but then he took me deep into his mouth and sucked. Despite myself, I shouted out a coarse “Fuck, yeah!” and felt the urge to thrust. He quickly learned the natural skills of cocksucking, and displayed them as his lips formed a pink ring around my shaft and began to tug on it. He intensified the sweet pressure by fondling my balls. I was in heaven. Although it pained me, several times I had to pull myself out of Shen’s mouth and squeeze the base to prevent myself from cumming. As he took me into his mouth again, he’d look at me through his pretty eyes, and I felt warm inside. I didn’t deserve this…

We both knew when it was time to progress. I plucked my cock from the warmth of Shen’s mouth and slipped on a condom. I kissed him, tenderly. He looked nervous.

“You ever did this before?” I asked him softly.

He shook his head. My perverted mind was delighted by the fact. He was a virgin. But Shen deserved my respect.

“Do you want to do it with me?” I asked him. 

He looked uncertain, at first. Finally, he nodded. I smiled at him. Thank you.

He lay down on my bed. Gently, I spread him open, and asked him to hold his legs. I got some lube and applied it to my fingers. I slipped one inside him, very slowly. He was extremely tight – and he winced in pain. It broke my heart to hurt him, so I withdrew.

He was breathing heavily, but he shook his head. He spread himself again wide and despite his pain, smiled at me to go on. I wanted to stop and just cuddle him, but he spread his cheeks, urging me to do it.

Carefully, I slipped in my lubed finger again. I let him adjust to the sensation, then, very slowly, I inserted a second finger. Shen grit his teeth and shut his eyes tight, but when I asked if he was alright, he nodded. 

Lastly, I inserted a third finger. This time, I heard him whimper. For a long time I lodged my three fingers inside him, all the while soothing Shen by whispering to him, telling him how the pain is temporary, telling him how beautiful he was.

When it felt right, I moved the fingers in and out, slowly, easing and stretching his virgin passage. His cries of pain soon became sighs of pleasure. His rosebud expanded as my fingers explored him. At last I withdrew my fingers. I poised my cock at his anal opening. 

I looked at him questioningly. He nodded. I fucked him, smoothly, right to the balls.

He cried out, in pleasure more than pain. A deep, satisfied groan escaped my lips. His virgin hole was tight, and fit snugly around my cock, creating a wonderful friction of flesh. I hooked my arms under his thighs, giving myself total access. I fucked him so deep it seemed I could feel his heartbeat, right at the tip of my cock. My cock must’ve struck some pleasure spot deep inside Shen because suddenly he gasped in delight and said something in Mandarin. 

We changed positions. He turned over and I entered him from behind. My balls slapped against Shen’s smooth ass each time I fucked. I leaned over to kiss his cheek while I fucked him. I had never had such intimate sex. When, to my sheer delight, he said softly, “Harder”, I arched my back and plunged in so hard my hips and his became one.

We rode each other harder and faster, giving and taking mutual pleasure. We were sweating and our bodies glistened. As I neared orgasm, I reached underneath to jerk Shen off. I wanted us to cum at the same time.

I bent over, my face pressed against his. I had to cum, right then. I jerked him furiously while I fucked myself to closer and closer to orgasm. Then it came – the soaring, satisfying climax at the exact moment I felt Shen’s cock bursting with cum. Almost unaware of what I was doing, I whispered, right into his ear,

“I love you, Shen. Be mine always”.

And as always, he smiled.

We kissed and flopped, exhausted, on the soaking sheets, breathing heavily. Then we kissed again. We cuddled, playing with each other’s nipples and hair, nibbling each other’s ears, loving each other, and I fell asleep, looking forward to tomorrow morning, when we’d have slow, lazy early morning sex.



CODA

I woke up the nest morning to an empty bed. Shen was gone. My throat ached with disappointment, and I truly wanted to cry. I knew he was gone for good. I missed him immediately. And I suppose it this were a love story, I’d let him go and try to forget him. But this is not a love story. I’m a weak human being, and I spent the next two months looking for Shen. By the time I tracked the place where he was studying, I was told he’d gone back to China. 

There was no fucking way I was going to let that stop me. I loved him, and that was that. I dropped everything – my job and my family, withdrew my savings and booked a one way trip to Shanghai. I eventually found him again, and we’ve been living together now for six years, and plan to marry when gay marriages become legal in the UK. We also have plans to adopt. 

My family has stopped trying to look for me and I have been unemployed for years. Life’s tough so far, but I don’t regret a single day I’m with Shen, not six years ago when I dropped everything to find him, and not now as he reads these words over my shoulder.



Come with Me



I waited anxiously, knowing you'd be home in a few minutes. You called around 5:45 telling me to be ready, (chuckle). I know what to do when you sound like that , so I readied myself. Then I heard the phone ring again. Putting it to my ear, I then heard, "Try not to start without me, ok?" I smiled and hung up. Hey, it's not like I do that a lot, once, maybe twice, ok? I began again, to ready myself. 

First stepping out of my jeans and removing my tank top, bra, panties and all, I slipped into a dark red panty (g-string). Then I mussed my hair up a bit and put on dark red lipstick-- on my nipples, as well as my lips. Then my long pearl earrings. Usually, I don't wear danglers like these. In fact, I only bought them for occasions like... this one. I smiled to myself as I put them on. Then I got my "playthings" out. I gently laid out my three dildos on my bed: Larry, Moe, and "Big Dave". Softly picking up Big Dave, I looked at him, caressing his length. Mmmmm. Before I got carried away, I put it down, and got out JT, my bullet and my special guy, JR, my toothbrush. Would I really need them? I think not, but you never know. As I stared at JR, about to flick the switch on, I heard the front door opening. Wow. Here already?

But it wasn't you when the door opened. It was some sinister, dark looking creature. He appeared to be a man. Seemingly, I gasped and backed away quickly. Huffing, he pushed after me, grabbing my hair and pulling me to the floor. 

"What? What the--" I yelled, trying to get the words out. He looked down at me, grinning. Leering I tried crawling towards the door, but he grabbed my ankle and yanked me back. He laughed with a gruff tone. He was as dark as they come. His hair was somewhat shoulder length and slick around his head, three days of stubble encircling his jaw. His clothes, an old jacket, baggy pants, and t-shirt, were shoddy and dingy. He appeared to have had a drink too many. I was speechless. I didn't know what to do next.

"Take those things off, he said pointing to my panties, or I'll rip them off." Almost trembling from the surprise and fear I felt I groped down, doing as he ordered. Then I spoke quickly.

" Look, you should know that my boyfriend will be here at any moment. If he sees me like this..." I thought he was gagging at first, but he bent back laughing. Then he sighed. "Do I seem like I give a damn?" As I inched my panties down my ankles carefully, He yanked them off, knocking off one of my stiletto pumps I'd put on earlier. Snorting the panties, he closed his eyes. Then he studied them. 

"Look at that, you'll come for any man, wont' cha? he said. He suddenly grabbed my arm and threw me onto the sofa. My arm hurt, bruised by his vice like grip. What were you getting ready to do, just now?"

" I told you... he'll be here any moment. We're meeting-- for dinner. I yelled wincing from the pain I felt on my arm. He came close to me, pinching my nipple. 

"Mmmm, hard. I like that in a woman. Cum for me." he said smiling.

"W--what?" I was shocked but not thrown off.

"You're not deaf, he said, and I don't stutter. I said cum for me. It'll be days before your so- called boyfriend or john whatever-- arrives. I was here first. Cum for me, and I want it to be just for me....now." Staring at his seemingly glassy eyes, mine welled with tears as I glanced around quickly.

"I can't do it alone!" I said quietly.

"I'm sure you've done something like this before, for him. Y'probably got a huge assortment of toys lying around here. Go get them. And don't try anything, I'm watching you." He said glinting at me.

I stumbled, getting up, and scratched my knee on the coffee table. He knew I'd have something ready. Had he been watching me, for days, even weeks? I walked back into the semi darkness of my bedroom. Gathering my playthings from the bed, I heard him running back to get me. My apartment was small, but adequate for myself-- and anyone else I chose to share it with.

"C'mon, I haven't got all night. I'm dying to get off now." he yelled, rubbing the front of his pants. As we returned to the living room, I could see his swollen member was more than visible thru them. He pushed me ahead of him as we entered the room. My arms full, (struggling) not to drop the toys. I glanced at the clock.

"What're you looking at?" he yelled. I glanced back at him.

"N... nothing." I said. I put the things down and spread a pad over the sofa cushions. 

"Wazzat for?" he frowned, pointing to the pad. 

"I-- I don't wanna mess the sofa up. I replied somberly. Sometimes I tend to be messy. Is that ok?" I glanced up at him. He shrugged and I sat down.

"Well get to it!" he said suddenly.

"Okay, okay! I yelled back. I have to get in the mood, don't I"

"Looks like you're already in the mood. he said while grinning and reclining. His finger pointing to my left thigh. There was a bit of lube on it. I'd forgotten how that happens when I'd gotten aroused, or excited or frightened out of my wits...

I sat down and began to rub my pussy with my fingers. Softly, at first and then every few seconds I would stroke and finger my clit.

"Mmmm..." I heard him moan deeply. He began to loosen his belt-- reach his hand down into his pants, his fingers, rubbing his cock. Already I could see the moisture on the front of his pants. I glanced back at the clock. He saw me and ripped the clock's cord out of the wall.

"Continue," he said sitting back down, then massaging as he stared at me. As I did so, I saw him pull his cock out. Tho' not very large, it was very meaty. I could feel myself lubing more just looking at it. It was also somewhat bent like Steve's. I'd lost what spit there was left in my mouth, when I heard the guy speak again.

" So you like my piece, huh?' 

I gulped and closing my eyes and stroking myself deeper. Now entering my hole. My clit was already becoming like a live button to my consciousness. I heard him moan more and he seemed to be twice as thick. Trying not to show how aroused I was, or that it had anything to do with his huge mansteak, I picked up my toothbrush, massaging my nipples with it. Mmmmm. I heard myself moaning softly. My nipples had gotten harder just as my captor's stick had . The more I teased my nipples with the brush, the wetter my pussy became. The guy began to pump his cock very slowly now. I put the toothbrush on my clit.... I would come soon, and my captor right behind me. I could hear his gruff breathing as he pumped and began to breath faster. I did my best to hold back. I didn't wanna come with this sleaze, and yet here I was stroking with him. As I moaned I mentally asked that Steve forgive me. I felt my orgasm about to start, when the door suddenly opened!

"Sigh... I told you not to start without me." a familiar voice said.... Steve?

"I didn't want to." I replied starting to moan.

"Alex, said Steve, his arms akimbo. Why didn't you wait, you fuck?!" Alex smiled and continued pumping. Smiling to myself, I watched as Steve quickly undressed and gripped his stiff cock. I continued to massage myself with the toothbrush as I felt Steve nuzzle my ears. Suddenly, as I felt him sucking on my nipples I dropped the toothbrush. I felt my juices began to gush... first orgasm! As I heard myself moaning quite loudly, I was still able to hear Alex gurgle and splatter his sweet cum all over... barely hitting my legs. He'd fallen back after, still jerking away. Steve began kissing me as he heavily jerked himself simultaneously. That's when my second gush came, my back grew limp. I heard another gurgle as Steve, lying upon me, let his juices run onto my back. Mmmmmmm! As he lay there, I looked over at Alex, now fast asleep, then Steve lying across me. I smiled and whispered to him.

"Next time remember to remind Alex, not to start so soon." Steve sighed. Spooning me, he closed his eyes.

FIN 



Come with Me



Carmen's vacations were always interesting. Sure, a lot had to do with the fact that she chose nice places to vacation, but selecting a new lover, which was always part of her vacations, usually made them all the more memorable.

Whenever she arrived at her holiday destination, she had no idea who that lover would be, and she made a point of never deciding until the last minute. It was always someone she'd just met, always someone she knew would be discrete, and, most importantly, someone who would appreciate her. Carmen had no grand plan for this and none of it was etched in stone as something she needed to do, but it seemed to always work out, and that made her happy.

It was now late in her vacation week and Carmen had not met anyone she thought would be her next lover yet. Truth be told, she'd not really met many people on this trip, but she wasn't worried. If she left the resort without having taken a new lover, she would still have had a nice, relaxing vacation.

Returning from a light dinner at a tapas bar a few blocks away, Carmen walked through her hotel lobby and into the bar. She felt like having a couple of drinks and was interested to see who else was around.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a margarita. She surveyed the quiet room discretely by looking in the mirror behind the bar. There were a few hotel guests, most looked like they were enjoying few pre or post-dinner drinks. A couple of tables were crowded by younger clientele, obviously biding their time before they headed for the hotel's night club for a few more raucous hours. There were two guys sitting alone, one reading on an e-reader at a table, the other watching a basketball game on a TV at the other end of the bar.

It would be easy to label the night a bust and go to her room, but she had been in this situation before and was comfortable. You just never knew when things would change. Carmen continued to sip her drink and people watch.

Anyone looking in her direction would see an attractive, fit woman in her late thirties. Carmen's hair was jet black and shoulder length. Her hair was naturally thick, wavy and fell around her face in an easy, homely style. Her face, while not classically beautiful, was pretty and sexy. Her eyes were deep blue and lively, her nose shapely but perhaps a tiny bit on the large size. Her mouth was full an inviting, today with subtle, dark red lipstick. She smiled readily, revealing carefully looked after teeth and a soft personality that was always welcoming, for friends and strangers alike.

Carmen always felt her breasts could be bigger, if she wanted to be picky, but she was proud of what she had. She ran regularly at home, so was always a trim shape. She liked being fit and enjoyed being attractive to the opposite sex -- not in a self-centered way of a lot of pretty younger women she'd known, just in a comforting way -- that she was still desirable at her age.

At home Carmen was an elementary school teacher and single. She lived in the same small town as the school she taught in, so was never able to live the free and easy life of many relationships that she'd like. The PTA would never approve, even if they only had rumors to talk about. So, Carmen restrained her wilder sexual instincts to her vacations. It wasn't that she needed new lovers, or a constant flow of them, just that she genuinely enjoyed new lovers, especially lovers who enjoyed her the same way... freely and discretely.

A few minutes after Carmen ordered a second drink she was joined at the bar by a tired-looking man. He sat two seats away from her, ordered a beer from the bartender and rubbed his eyes underneath his spectacles as he waited for its delivery. Carmen estimated that he was in his mid-forties. His short hair was thin, to be kind with the description, his face a little stressed, his eyes slightly red and covered by small, oval eyeglasses. She figured he carried a few extra pounds, but not too much. It was hard to tell how tall he was, but as she replayed his arrival in her mind she estimated around five-six, the same as her.

"Rough day?" She empathized across the five feet that separated them.

"Another rough day." He laughed. "They're all running together faster than I care to think about. Thank goodness for beer." He lifted his newly-arrived drink in salute to her.

Carmen raised her glass. "Here's to that."

He took a long draft of his drink and then looked around the room. Obviously he wasn't ready to pursue the conversational opening she'd offered him -- he was not here looking for female company. Mentally, she chalked this up as a point in his favor.

Carmen wasn't shy, and felt no nerves about starting up a conversation with male strangers. "I hope you're not on vacation?" She asked the man. "Rough days aren't what you want on vacation."

The man turned back towards her, slightly perplexed at her approach, but it only showed in a momentary delay in his answering, "No, not vacation. I'm a consultant, helping the city with some traffic planning."

"That sounds interesting." Carmen turned more towards him and leaned forward, part-way across the empty stool between them.

"Not to the city." The man laughed and took a drink of his beer. "They're interested in cutting costs and raising fees through parking fines, not improving traffic flow."

"I can see that would be frustrating." Carmen easily slipped off her stool and offered him her hand. "I'm Carmen."

He shook her hand and there was another momentary pause when she casually sat on the stool next to him. "James. James Breton. Nice to meet you."

Carmen gently interrogated him on the topic of traffic planning, partly because it was an easy way to empathize with him and get to know him better, but also because it was an interesting topic to her. James didn't mind talking her through some of his expertise and talked easily about some of the interesting jobs he'd done all over the country. He wasn't a natural talker, Carmen observed, and noted that she'd have to keep them on topics that he was comfortable with.

She asked him about his wife and family. James talked to her about his two kids with a father's natural enthusiasm, then he talked about his wife with a beaten-down husband's beaten-down view of marriage -- something that she'd come across so many times. It was one of the reasons Carmen wasn't married.

She found herself liking James and enjoying their conversation. She told him about her work and answered his questions, but always steered the conversation back to him. They had passed an easy hour talking like that when James excused himself and went off to the restroom.

It only took a moment and Carmen was almost blindsided when someone slid onto the stool next to her and said, "Hey there. Are you going into the club later?"

Carmen turned to see a younger man sitting next to her. He was probably no more than nineteen years old, holding an opened bottle of beer between his hands and flashing her a self-assured smile. His powder blue silk shirt was open half-way down his chest and his jeans were white.

"No." She said plainly, careful not to be as offensive as she felt like being. "Just enjoying a drink."

"You should come." The young man flashed his best smile at her. "You look great and I'm sure you dance. I'd like to dance with you."

It was hard to do anything but stereotype the boy -- on vacation, out to meet an older woman who would be "grateful" to spend the night in the company of such a young and able stud. While his stud credentials were no doubt valid, it was unlikely he knew anything about sharing a meaningful physical exchange with a woman. She felt sorry for him, but not enough to be nice, or accommodating.

"No thanks." She was just a little firmer this time. "I'm not up for dancing this evening."

"Shame," he traced a finger lightly along Carmen's forearm, "I imagine we could have a really great time."

Carmen pulled her arm away, not sharply, but with a positive, denying move. "That's the thing about a good imagination... you can visualize things that will never happen."

She just had time to see puzzlement cross the boy's face when she felt James arrive back at his seat. She could almost sense the deflation in his body on finding his new friend being whisked away by these younger, more desirable men.

Without looking around to James, Carmen looked at the stud and picked up her purse. "Come with me James." She held out a hand behind her. "I believe it's time for us to see what your imagination has been working on tonight."

Carmen didn't look around, but knew James' face would be confused. She was reassured by the touch of his hand though, when he took hers. The stud's jaw dropped a full inch and he looked dumbfounded as his prey stood up and started to walk out of the bar with... Mister Freaking Average. Carmen smiled. Some moments are priceless.

As they emerged into the lobby Carmen felt James loosen his grip on her hand, but she encouraged him to hold on as they moved away from the bar and towards the elevators.

She slowed and turned to face him when they far enough away from the bar. "Sorry if that was confusing." She smiled, noting that James' composure was intact again. "I just thought that would be a fun way of getting rid of his unwanted attentions. That guy was just a prick."

"It's okay." He smiled, but now sounded truly deflated, and maybe a little used.

"No, it's not." She took his other hand in hers and stood facing him, holding both of his hands in a somewhat plaintive pose. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to, but I'd like to spend the night with you. I promise, I'll never contact you after tonight, and would just like to share the time. You strike me as someone who could use a little diversion time, and I hope you'll want to come up to my room with me."

He didn't accept immediately. Apart from anything else, it was a lot to take in. She'd seen the considered reaction before and gave him a few moments to consider. His moment of deliberation was another mark in his favor.

"I..." James stumbled.

Carmen pressed a finger to his lips. "It's okay. Come with me if you want to. Stay here or leave, whenever you want to. Enjoy yourself with me if you come, enjoy your life if you don't come. It's all okay James." She smiled warmly and then turned towards the elevators.

At first she thought he'd decided not to follow her but as she pressed the button she heard footsteps behind her on the tiled floor. Carmen didn't turn around, just watched the stainless steel doors as they started to open. When they both stepped inside and she selected her floor, she said simply to James, "I'm glad you decided to come with me."

"I..." he continued to struggle for words. Carmen wasn't surprised. Part of the delight in this situation was that an hour ago he couldn't possibly have dreamed... "Maybe we can just talk a little?"

"That's just fine." She took James' hand as the door opened and they stepped into the corridor. Carmen knew James wanted to do more than talk, but in his surprise it was hard for him to be as free with his thoughts as she was.

Once inside her hotel room Carmen continued to be calm. She was physically excited, sure, but she knew from experience that two nervous people in this situation was not the ideal. James hesitated as she closed the door behind them and then walked to the bed. He was still stuck for words. "I..."

"Sit here." Carmen patted the part of the bed closest to her and James dutifully sat next to her, close enough that their thighs brushed against each other. "Don't be nervous. I don't bite." She took his hand and held it in hers as they talked. "I sense that you'd like to spend the night with me, but you're unsure, because you have a wife and a family."

He nodded, obviously grateful for her understanding so far.

"I don't want you to regret anything, and I certainly don't want to come between you and your family. I promise you, stay with me tonight, we'll have a lovely time and they will never know. I can't help you with the guilt, but that's what you make of it. You just need to decide."

James looked into her eyes and saw the softer side of her that she enjoyed so much at times like these. His answer was to lean towards her and kiss her.

Carmen let him kiss her with increasing intensity as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. She adored that feeling of closeness to a new person, and the anticipation of what was to come next... the pleasure she could give James and the eagerness he almost certainly harbored to pleasure her. It was all delicious.

She let one of her hands loosen the caress and come down to rest on James' thigh. Feeling no resistance or hesitation to her move, she immediately moved to his crotch and found the familiar shape of an erect cock under the material of his pants. James' lips and tongue stuttered against her mouth as she felt him, first cupping her hand against the bulge, then holding the outline of his cock between her thumb and fingers.

James made a move towards her breasts but Carmen eased him back onto the bed with a smooth but strong push of her hand. "It's okay," she reassured, "all in good time."

Carmen immediately unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Before pulling his pants away from his legs she ran both of her hands up his bare chest, under the material of his shirt. James stopped trying to incline his head and watch what she was doing and sighed as he let his head fall back to the mattress.

He eased his hips up to help her as she pulled away his pants and underwear, leaving his full and throbbing erection lying horizontal and reaching up to the bottom of his belly. When she'd got his pants off his feet, Carmen came back to take a firm grasp of his cock, changing its position to vertical. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever held, neither in length or girth, but it sure was hard -- like it had a bone up though it, a bone surrounded by the softest skin. She let her hand move up and down the skin, feeling the way her reacted to her movements, naturally picking out what he liked.

Carmen moved further up the bed, allowing her to kneel over him and watch closely as she stroked him. It was always such a delightful sight, watching a cock in her hand. She felt powerful, like she had power over the man the cock belonged to, but she also felt a responsibility -- to provide pleasure to her lover.

She made a few long licks up the underside of his cock. She heard him groan with pleasure and her face broke into a smile as she continued to lick him. When she brought her other hand over to cup his balls, she slowly eased her mouth over the head of his cock and down the shaft. James groaned louder and his hips shifted slightly. Carmen held onto him tightly and bobbed her mouth up and down, letting her tongue rub against his skin and increase the pleasure for him.

After a few minutes of playing with him in her mouth, Carmen came off him, still holding him tight in her hand. "Has it been a while since she took you in her mouth?"

James nodded, kind of sad. "A long time."

"You taste good." Carmen reassured him, taking another lick as though it was punctuation for her words. "She doesn't know what she's missing."

She went back to licking him, first holding him up in the palm of her hand while she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then closing her mouth around the head his cock and sucking on him. All the time she was stroking him and feeling his balls. She wanted to make sure that she didn't make James cum too quickly. This was about being memorable for all the right reasons.

"You want to cum like this?" She asked. "You can, it's okay. You can cum like this, or you can come inside me, whatever you like." She was content, knowing that they had all night and if he wanted her to make him cum with her mouth she could get him hard again to be inside her.

"I want to be inside you." James leaned up a little and looked at her while she licked him. His cock was glistening with her saliva, pink and glistening against her tanned skin and red lips.

Carmen let go of him gently, letting his cock fall back against him. She continued to look at it as she pulled away her top, straight over her head. James was watching her and she met his gaze as she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. When she released her breasts to his gaze he smiled. Carmen loved that he showed no disappointment in her moderate boobs. She lifted them up with her hands as much as she could and thrust them forward for his approval. "You like?"

James nodded slowly and sincerely. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

He brought his hands up to her breasts and took them from her hands. He felt their softness and moved his fingers against the nipples while she undid the buttons on his shirt. She shuffled backwards so James could sit up further and she could pull his shirt off. When his hands lost contact with her boobs Carmen shuffled back, stood at the end of the bed and started to peel away her tight jeans.

She let him watch and made sure he noticed that she hadn't worn any panties. That was her preference most days, but she'd found that many men found it very sexy. When her jeans were off and she was naked Carmen stood at the end of the bed and let James look at her. He looked down at her pussy, bare lips proud and easy to see as she was clean shaven. James shook his head slowly as he looked at her. "Beautiful," he whispered again.

Carmen slowly got back on the bed and crawled up to where James lay prone. Without saying anything she straddled him and moved up far enough that when she sat down on him her pussy rested on his cock. She could feel his rock hard cock as it pulsed under her wetness.

"You feel so hot." James looked intently at her.

"You feel hard," Carmen smiled back, "You want me to put you inside?

He nodded, almost dumbstruck by the situation and the freedom of the moment. Carmen loved that look on her lover's faces. There were not used to having a considerate and free lover.

She eased herself up, reached down and pulled him vertical. As she positioned him at the opening of her pussy Carmen could feel the heat from her pussy on her hand and some of her juices coated her skin. She eased the tip of his cock to part her pussy lips, letting him feel her hot and slick skin, and then she took her hand away from him. James looked down from her face and saw his cock held to attention by her pussy, with Carmen's body poised to engulf him.

She slipped down over him slowly and deliberately. She was so slick there was no resistance as he parted her and sank into her delicious warm folds. Once he was fully inside her Carmen paused, squirming slightly to make sure she got as much of him as she could and ground her pubic mound onto him. James made an entirely predictable gasp of, "Oh God." Carmen smiled. She was certainly not God, but there were wonderful moments like this when she felt like a Goddess.

James felt good inside her. This wasn't entirely charity on her part. She always knew that her lovers would please her. James was rock hard and warm inside her, his body was eager to move inside her pussy, stroke and pleasure her.

Carmen lifted off James' cock by pushing up with her legs. When she felt the head of his cock get near to her opening she paused, then slid down on him again -- a little faster this time, but she still felt every fraction of an inch as she descended. As soon as she had him into the hilt, she lifted off again and started a slow rhythm of full body strokes on James' cock.

He was so hard it was easy to maintain a rhythm of lifting almost all the way off and then sinking back onto him. Each time she sunk onto him she ground her clit against his pubes, making sure they both got the best out of every movement. "How's that feel James?" She asked, looking down at him, his face obviously lost in ecstasy. "Been a while since you felt like this?" Carmen liked to know she was giving her lover something he was not used to, but wanted badly.




Come with Me



"Feels damn good." James reached up to take one of her nipples in his fingers as she moved on him.

Carmen closed her eyes and smiled as the pleasure of having her nipple squeezed ran through her and mixed with the wonderful feelings her pussy was generating all over her body. She felt James begin to thrust upwards to meet her pussy early with each stroke. She wasn't ready to cum yet, but recognized that James was probably closer than she'd thought. Carmen settled on him and used her arms to calm his movements.

"No," she said softly, "let me. Just enjoy." Then she went back to her solid, slow rhythm, smiling now that she felt his urgent movements dissolve to a more relaxed pose.

Carmen watched the slow build of climax on James' face as she continued to slide up and down his length with her pussy. His face muscles tightened as he got close, then his legs straightened as she built his pleasure closer and closer to release. Just when she thought he was about to burst she slowed her strokes down, just enough to slow his momentum slightly and, hopefully build a bigger climax for him. She watched James' face closely as he made a series of short breaths, then a long, sigh-like breath that signaled the start of his climax. Carmen whispered, "Good baby, good." and continued to ride him solidly as he came.

James gasped twice, his hips bucked slightly twice and then Carmen felt the hot rush of his cum surge inside her. She rose up and slid back on his twitching cock a few more times before settling on top on him, his cock still deep inside her. Carmen leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, a reassuring kiss that she hoped would ease any second thoughts he might have as the urgency of his physical need receded. She never wanted a lover to regret being with her.

"That was," James caught his breath, "so good. You..."

Carmen smiled, content that she'd done her job well. She slipped off James' cock and snuggled next to him, but she immediately reached over and took his deflating member in her hand, caressing it gently. She knew it was the little things like that made all the difference to a lover's experience with her -- the little things that all too often got lost between lovers, and spouses, after a while.

She knew the "why" questions would start soon, as they settled in their post-climax comfort. Carmen knew how to answer them, but was interested in postponing them if she could. She squeezed James' cock a little harder and leaned up so she could bring her other hand back to caress his balls. His cock was slick with their juices and not quite soft. There was always the possibility that no amount of attention would be able to revive him quickly, but Carmen was hopeful that James could recover while she was still aroused.

"You have a nice cock." She said softly. Every man like to hear those words, but in James' case she was being entirely truthful. He had felt good inside her.

"You have nice hands." James replied. "You were wonderful to me."

"I'm glad." Carmen smiled at him. She though she felt just a small twitch in her hands. "You think you can get hard again? Would you like to come inside me again? I'd like to feel you some more."

While James mumbled something about it usually took a little while, Carmen felt some more encouraging twitches. It was nearly always the same -- a man with a new lover was so much more virile than with a more familiar one. She let his cock lie along her palm while she stroked it up and down with her other hand. James was watching her, fascinated by the attention he was receiving.

Carmen continued to silently, gently move her hands over his cock and balls, and James continued to respond. He wasn't as hard as he'd been a few moments earlier, but there was no doubt that he was at attention again. She loved the feeling of a growing cock in her hand -- physical proof that she was making her lover feel good.

Calmly, she kneeled up, still holding him and said, "Here, come let me feel you inside again." She finally let go of him when she got on all fours on top of the bed, offering him her pussy from behind.

James didn't need a second invitation and moved into position behind her. Rather than simply pushing his cock into her, he took a moment to look down at her pussy from a new angle, pushing her ass cheeks apart to get a better look. Carmen opened her legs some more, enjoying him getting such an intimate view of her.

He brought his cock up to her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down her several times, using his hand to move him against her. It felt like her was fully hard again now and Carmen smiled, thinking that it was probably a while since he'd experienced a recovery that quick.

This time it was in his control as he slipped deep into her. Carmen gasped as he thrust fast and hard. "You are so good," she whispered, "hard again so quick. Let me have more of you James. I want more."

James gave her more. His rhythm was solid, but faster than she'd been. As he pushed into her over and over his hands grasped her ass cheeks again and pulled them wide, looking down at his shaft pushing into her pussy. Carmen started pushing back as he thrust forward, feeling his balls swing and hit her clit as he continued his relentless strokes. She looked back through her arms and past her jiggling breasts at James's cock as it slipped in and out of her. Carmen felt the first stirrings of climax now. "That's it baby," she urged, "give that to me. Make me cum for you."

James heard her and increased his pace, adjusting his knees on the bed to get more leverage. His strokes were shorter now, but his forceful movements were exciting her and the way his balls swung and hit her swollen clit was taking her up the climax ladder quicker than she'd expected. She could hear James panting, almost like he was chasing his own orgasm again. The room's mirror caught the corner of her eye and she looked over to see a full image of her, ass way up in the air, and James slamming into her, as he was now.

The mirror took her over the edge quickly. James continued to pound into her as the fireworks of climax started to shoot all through her body. Carmen stopped pushing back on him, paralyzed by the power of the orgasm as it burst through her and concentrated it's red hot sensations in her belly. She gasped several times and felt a massive contraction in her pussy as she reached her peak.

Carmen panted a few times as the climax subsided in her, then looked back at James as he continued to thrust deep into her. She could see from his face that he was close to cumming again. She reached between their legs and felt for his balls, letting them run back and forward through her fingers with his strokes and hoping the sensations she was creating would be enough to make him cum again.

James didn't let her down. He came hard into her with a grunt and a pause in his rhythm. She felt him twitch and start to fill her with his cum again. Not as much of a rush as the first time, but she could tell it was satisfying for him from the mumbling she heard behind her and his heavy breathing.

He slipped out of her, obviously deflating at a quicker rate this time, and fell back on the bed. Carmen saw that his face and upper chest were red with exertion but his face was grinning with pleasure. She knew she was glowing also and crawled up to lie next to him. She took his hand and draped one of her legs over one of his.

I know," she said after a few minutes, "you want to ask me why. Why you, and just plain why." She looked over and the slightly awkward smile told her she was right.

Carmen squeezed James' hand. "You are a lovely man. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to share this pleasure with you. I thought you would enjoy that, and I knew that I would." She watched his features soften as he took in her words.

"I did." He said sincerely.

She knew that the next question would be "did she do this often" but didn't want to start down that road, so she simply told him, "I'm glad you enjoyed. I hope you always remember me as a friend you met and shared a wonderful evening with. I know I'll always think of you like that.

"Yes." James nodded his head slightly. "I couldn't put it better myself."

Carmen smiled and closed her eyes, soaking up the comfort of the moment and still feeling the last vestiges of her climax running around her body. She knew she could take a lover at home, but she knew if she did the moments they shared like that were unlikely to last, and there was no better feeling in the world to her than being on vacation and having a new lover.



Come with Me and Escape



"They've called another group meeting, so I probably won't get home until about nine. You might as well go ahead and eat supper."

With a silent inward sigh, Barb answered, "OK. I'll have a plate ready for you to microwave. Love you, Don."

Don responded with a quick, "Love you, too. Bye," and hung up.

Such calls were not really unusual and Barb had to admit that she made about as many as Don did. It just seemed that their life had become so busy that it was really hard to find time together anymore. A year ago it had been really different.

Barb was twenty-two and a half while Don was seven months older. They had been going together since the fall of the previous year and living together since the last spring. Both had been seniors, Barb in business and Don in engineering. And both had been head over heels in love with each other. In fact, they still were, but somehow it now seemed different. Last year they had time for long peaceful walks and quiet dinners followed by evenings of music or movies. And hardly a day passed without some long and passionate love making.

When graduation had come a year ago things hadn't changed so very much. In fact, there was a little more money as Barb was working full time and Don had a research assistantship. Barb had gotten a job with an advertising agency in town and Don took a couple of courses to get a head start on his grad work which was to begin in earnest in the fall. This still left their weekends largely free and the summer was filled with more long walks, picnics, trips to the beach, and a lot of love making. But during the fall things had started to move faster. By then Barb had had a chance to learn the ropes and was assigned to several accounts. This often involved some late nights, dinners or drinks with clients, and occasional weekend work. As Don had started into his graduate program he discovered that what had seemed a lot of work as an undergraduate was a walk in the park compared to this. The classes were harder and covered a lot more material and in addition he was now required to spend time with his professor's research group.

Throughout the rest of the fall and early spring the workloads had intensified even more for both of them. It wasn't like they lost interest in each other; it was just that there never seemed to be enough time for the things they would like to do. Barb was assigned a couple of accounts on her own and Don got deeper and deeper into his research. They still made love at least three or four times a week, but now it often seemed less romantic, more simply a way to relieve the pent up sexual pressure. Barb had to be at work by 8:30 so she had to get up before seven at the latest while Don frequently had late night work or study sessions, not getting to bed until well after midnight. And there were the frequent, sudden calls form both announcing a missed dinner or other delay.

In truth, although both were happy with what they were doing, and each very much loved the other, each often felt that something had been lost from their relationship. Barb missed the slow, candle lit dinners and the heavy necking and love making which often followed them. Don used to surprise her with a single flower, but it had been months since he had done this. She understood why. It is difficult to think of such things when exams and research work are so paramount. When they were still seniors and Don had a night exam, returning after ten, they several times left the apartment to go for a moonlight walk along the river, sometimes stopping to make love while hidden in the bushes and not returning home until two, three, or even four in the morning. He missed that, but he realized that Barb couldn't go walking until two in the morning and be bright and ready for work early the next day. Both understood the reasons and both sometimes wished things could change back, but both also felt trapped in their present restraints.

Barb had some weeks ago discovered a way to at least mitigate the lack of romance. One night when Don had called to say he would be late, she decided to kill a little time surfing the net. Like almost every other college student she had at times explored some of the more sexually explicit sites and now casually stopped at a site with explicit stories. Soon she was lost in a fictional world of deep romance and hot sex. When Don returned late that night she was already in bed - naked - she and Don always slept nude - awake and waiting for him. As Don stripped and joined her she became the strong instigator and he certainly didn't object as they made love twice before dropping off to sleep. However, the sex seemed more of a physical act and Barb was left still slightly missing the romance she wished could have accompanied their coupling.

There had been other, similar nights when she or Don had seemed to be particularly aroused and had instigated their erotic activities. These couplings were certainly both passionate and loving, but somehow they still seemed to be lacking something, although neither of the two could have said exactly what, and, naturally enough, never mentioned this perceived lack.

Tonight, after Don's call, Barb fixed herself a quick meal and left a plate in the refrigerator for Don when he was able to return. Then, once again feeling restless, sat down at the computer and returned to her favorite story site. She checked her favorite authors and discovered that one had a new story. Quickly navigating to this she began to read and for the next hour was fully absorbed in the tale of romance and hot sex in the misty hills of Scotland during the eighteenth century. Finishing the story her gaze fell on the comments submitted by other readers. She glanced at several and then her eye caught on one in particular.

"An excellent tale! Wonderful escape form the trap of the real world into love and sex as it should be. Sometimes I really wish I could make that trip myself. signed: Questing Paladin."

Barb read it again. Something about the comment really hit home. On the spur of the moment she decided to send a message to Questing Paladin. This site allowed readers to communicate directly with each other within the site. Just e-mail, really, but you didn't have to give your e-mail address. Barb clicked the send-a-message icon and began to type.

"Questing Paladin. I agree with you about this story. I also think what you said describes what I think sometimes. I have been living with my boyfriend for the last year. We both graduated last spring. We still love each other very much and I would never consider leaving him, but somehow it seems the romance of our relationship has dulled a little. It just feels like work overwhelms us and leaves so little time for other things. Like you, I sometimes feel trapped in my life and wish - well, not really wish - but maybe just long for, an escape, even if only temporarily. I love my boyfriend and wouldn't really change our present life but sometimes I miss the wine and candlelight and the other trappings of romance. Am I making sense? signed: Willing Damsel." She looked at what she had written and for just a second hesitated. Then before she could change her mind she clicked the send button.

When Don arrived home she saw immediately that it had been a tiring and frustrating meeting. He was worked up over some argument which had dominated the group meeting and despite Barb's best efforts at trying to relax him, when they finally went to bed he was still too tense for any other activities. By the next morning the frustration seemed to have moved into the background and Don would have been more than ready to spend a little "quality time" with Barb, but when he awoke she was already dressed and on her way out the door. As he gave her a kiss on her way out he promised that he'd try to be home early that night.

He actually managed to get away and home by four thirty, but when he arrived he found a message on the answering machine from Barb saying she would be tied up with a client until late. He decided to get a head start on preparing for the exam he had coming in three days and for the next six hours he buried himself in the esoteric details of airflow interaction with different wing shapes with only a quick stop to glup down some leftover pizza. Nearly exhausted, he almost fell into bed at ten thirty and when Barb came in at eleven he was sound asleep. She entered the bedroom ready and eager to relax with some loving exercise, but when she saw how soundly asleep he was she guessed he had spent some hard hours studying and decided to leave him alone. She placed a light kiss on his forehead and then went back out of the bedroom.

Barb poured herself a glass of wine and slipped into the seat by the computer. As she waited for the machine to boot up, the message she had sent the previous evening came back to her. Would he answer? Did she really care? She wasn't trying to start anything with another guy. No, she was just looking for someone with whom she could share a little of her frustration, someone who felt trapped in the same way that she did.

She surfed over to the story site and saw immediately that she had an unread message. This wasn't like her regular e-mail account which would often accumulate dozens of different messages a day. This system was only used for communication between readers of this site and she almost never used it. So now she wasn't surprised to see that the message was from Questing Paladin. She clicked and opened it.

"Waiting Damsel. I think we must be a lot alike. I'm twenty-three, just got my degree last year and also live with my girlfriend. I also feel the same way about her as you do about your boyfriend. I love her deeply, more than I can say, but, like you, I feel a little trapped. Sometimes I feel life is rushing past too fast. I want to be able to stop and smell the roses, but somehow I can never seem to find the time. signed: Questing Paladin."

She quickly replied with another message.

"Questing Paladin. We do sound alike. I fully understand your trapped feeling as my life - as much as I love it and my boyfriend - still seems to keep me trapped also." She stopped typing for a second and, on a whim, added, "'I'd like to dance til two o'clock, or maybe dance to dawn.........just once, just once, before the dance is gone.'" Then, smiling to herself, she signed it, "Waiting Damsel."

When Barb arrived home the next evening, Don was still in class. She quickly went to the site to check for another message and found it.

"Waiting Damsel. I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I wish I could just take a time out, even if only for a short time. I don't want to really change my life - I think you know that. But it would be so nice to escape, even if just for a short time." Then, showing that he had caught her reference to the song from The Fantasticks, he had added, "'I'd like to swim in a clear blue sea where the water is icy cold ... just once, just once, just once before I'm old.'" Then he had added another line. "We can still dream and maybe we can just use each other to help us escape. signed: Questing Paladin."

For the next several days both Don and Barb managed to be home at dinner time and, although their separate work could never be completely forgotten, they managed to at least not talk about it a lot and spend time just being with each other. Their love making those nights was a little more intense than usual, but still didn't completely recapture what it had been a year previously.

Then one Thursday when Barb was again home alone for a few hours she signed on and found another message.

"Waiting Damsel. I have an idea. We both are suffering from the same thing - loss, or I should say, lessening of our romantic lives. We both love our mates and will never leave them. But we also both know that right now they don't have the time for the romance we desire. I think we should meet for one night. Just a few hours. No names, no details. Just one truly romantic encounter. 'Just once, just once ...before...' Never again, no real names. Just one fantastic night, so that decades from now we can sit before the fire and remember that night as part of our past youth. If you don't want this, just tell me and I'll never mention it again. If, however, you would like to escape for a few hours, could you be free next Tuesday night? signed: Questing Paladin."

Barb sat frozen for several minutes before the computer. How did she feel? She wasn't sure. What he'd said did truly appeal to her, but did she want to make it reality? She just didn't know. Suddenly she shut down the machine and quickly moved to busy herself preparing dinner.

For the next two days she stayed away from the story site. Then on Saturday night she once again found herself alone while Don was tied up studying with his group for a big exam the next week. The idea of the escape had been kicking around in her head all this time and now she stopped and concentrated on it. Did she want one wild night to remember? Then she suddenly knew. Yes! She did. She would never leave Don, she loved him deeply, but she desperately needed this. She would never know who Questing Paladin really was and he would never know her. Don and Paladin's girlfriend would never know about it. Who would be harmed? And she would have it to remember "when the dance was gone."

She went to the computer and quickly sent a message.

"Questing Paladin. Yes. Let's escape. I'm sure I can manage to get Tuesday free. What should we do? signed: Waiting Damsel."

The next day she opened the site and read the reply.

"Waiting Damsel. Meet me Tuesday night in the park along the river north of town. At precisely ten be on the observation platform by the foot of the small waterfall. Wear a white silk blouse and a dark skirt. Nothing else. No names, no details. I will find you. signed: Questing Paladin."

All afternoon Monday Barb felt as though she was about to explode. She had the clothes he had requested and the idea of wearing nothing beneath them to meet him, a stranger, really, kept making her breath come in shallow drafts. She made sure she could be free of work on Tuesday night and after dinner said to Don, "Oh, by the way, I expect to be late again tomorrow night. Maybe fairly late." She had never lied to Don and now was careful not to tell him something untrue, even though she was aware this was probably a lie, or at least a misdirection, by omission. 

Don looked up from the text he was studying and said, "That's OK. Actually I'll probably be a little late, too. Maybe next weekend we can try to get a little time off together. OK?"

Barb agreed and dropped the subject.

Tuesday morning she dressed for work but packed the blouse and skirt and a pair of sandals to take with her. Her level of excitement was steadily climbing even as was her apprehension over the whole episode. She realized that meeting a total stranger like this was probably crazy and maybe a little dangerous. But by now she didn't even consider not showing up. She was too involved in the "escape."

It was a warm, May day with the temperature in the upper seventies. Weather was forecast to be clear or with a few clouds and no rain anticipated. She had trouble concentrating on her work all day and when people began leaving at five she lingered at her desk, pretending to work. Everyone else was gone by six and she had said she would lock up, that she had something she was working on. In reality she was entirely too nervous to actually get any work done. Instead she jumped from one thing to another, accomplishing nothing, really. At a quarter to seven she went down the street to get some supper, but was hardly able to eat at all. She returned to the office until nearly nine. Then she finally turned off the lights and left.

She stopped in the rest room to change into the blouse and skirt. The white silk was fairly thin and clung to her every curve. She knew her nipples showed up as hard and sticking out to anyone who looked closely. The black skirt came only to mid thigh and with no panties beneath she felt practically naked. But instead of making her embarrassed and wanting to hide, the effect was to make her aroused, turned on sexually like she couldn't remember for a long time. She drove north along the river and entered the park at the edge of the city, parking her car at a small lot near the observation platform.

It was a quarter til ten and Barb sat in her car looking out at the flowing water. Even in May it was dark by this time, but the moon was only a day short of full and had risen, flooding the area with pale light. At last, just before ten, she got out of her car. She carried no purse, leaving her hands free, and walked out onto the platform overlooking the river. The instant she left the car the smell of lilacs flooded her senses. Across the narrow drive from the river was a large area, dense with tall lilac bushes, now in full bloom. They spread for fifty yards or more along the river and filled a solid area thirty feet deep between the edge of the drive and the start of the forested area beyond. Their strong scent served to excite her even more - she loved the smell of lilacs.

The observation platform was a railed area about ten feet square overlooking the edge of the river. Just up stream from it, the river dropped over a four foot waterfall and the platform provided the perfect place to watch the cascading water or to take photographs. Now the platform was empty - not surprising at this time of night. Barb walked to the river side of the open area and leaned on the rail, staring out at the moving water. She remained there with her back to the drive, looking away from where she alternately feared or hoped he would come.

Then suddenly she heard the sound of slow footsteps behind her. Her breath caught in her throat and she continued to look out at the river until she heard him step onto the platform ten feet behind her. Then she turned and froze.

The man also stopped, frozen in place. He was wearing a black silk shirt, soft and clinging to his broad shoulders, and wheat colored jeans, almost painted onto his long legs. In his hands he held two glasses of champagne.

But the clothing and the wine were not what had frozen the two of them. Barb and Don looked at each other for many long seconds. Barb's first thoughts were, "He found out! What can I do?" Then it came to her that even if he had found out somehow, where was Questing Paladin himself?

Don's thoughts were almost a mirror of hers. This was the last development he had expected. Would Barb be ready to leave him, now? He couldn't stand that, he was sure. Then his thoughts slowly caught up also.

Barb started to speak first, "Don, please don't think ...."

But before she could complete the sentence Don said, "No. No words." He stepped forwards and held out the glass of sparkling wine. Automatically Barb reached out and took it. She started to speak again, but Don held his finger to his lips, halting her. Then he said, "No names, no details. Just escape."

He reached out and took her hand in his and began to lead her away, across the drive. He gently pulled her towards the lilacs, their heady perfume engulfing the couple, as he led her into a tunnel like path through the dense growth. Somewhat numb, but incredibly excited, Barb followed him willingly. He led her back through the twisting tunnel, the moonlight alternately painting them with silver and shadow. They emerged from the far edge of the lilacs and Don stopped and turned towards her. He raised his glass and said only, "Escape," but that toast was perfect as both of them sipped the clear wine.

They drank the rest of their glasses and Don reached to take Barb's from her. He placed the glasses on the ground beside one of the larger lilac bushes and again took her hand and led her on a few more yards and then stopped. Barb saw that a blanket was spread on the ground between the lilacs and the first forest trees. Don reached for her and pulled her against him, bringing their lips together in a burning touch.




Come with Me and Escape



Don's left hand pressed against Barb's back, holding her tightly to him as they kissed and a moan escaped Barb's lips. His right hand rose and cupped her breast through the thin silk and the moan deepened as his fingers found her hard nipple, rolling it through the slick cloth. The kiss lasted for a long, long time as Don explored her breasts, first through the thin silk and then beneath. His left hand moved across her taut buttocks and down the back of her thigh, passing the edge of the short skirt before reaching half way to her knees. It then rose back up along the smooth flesh, the skirt crumpling about his wrist, until he cupped her tight cheek, the bare flesh caught firmly in his grip.

Barb felt herself flooded, not only with the sweet perfume of the purple flowers, but also with an arousal she had not felt in months - and also a more material flooding between her thighs. Her hands had already worked their way beneath his shirt and now they suddenly moved to his belt. In a matter of another two minutes both young people were completely naked and lying on the blanket, limbs intertwined, mouths locked, and moving hard against each other.

For the next three hours nothing existed in either of their worlds except the other. True, somewhere in the background they were aware of the sweet lilac scent, the sound of the water over the shallow falls, the pale glow of silver moonlight. But these things were lost to the overwhelming sensations of the coupling of their bodies. As they had agreed, there were no words, but the actions spoke more loudly and more truly than any words could ever hope to. Three times the quiet night was slightly disturbed by their cries as they found release in the physical cumulation of their loving.

As their third climax peaked the sound of the park clock tower striking two mixed with their rapid breathing and deep sighs. Don raised himself slightly and looked down at Barb. After her orgasm she had dropped into sleep. This was not unusual and Don knew she would awaken in two or three minutes at the most. He looked at the lovely body or the woman he loved and then leaned forward to lightly kiss her on each eyelid and then her lips. Then he stood and bent to pick up something where he had placed it earlier. He took the single red rose and laid it next to Barb's face, then picked up his clothes, and vanished back along the path through the lilacs.

A minute or two later Barb opened her eyes. She looked around for Don but saw that he had gone. Then she turned her head and saw the rose. She lifted the bloom to her face and inhaled slowly and deeply. As she lowered the flower she let the soft petals trail over her lips and then down across her breasts and sensitive nipples. She raised it once more and inhaled deeply again and then she gathered her own clothing and quickly dressed.

Then, taking the rose, and the blanket Don had left, she made her way back to her car. She opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Then she closed her eyes for long seconds. When she opened them again she started the car and drove back to their apartment.

When she entered the apartment, she found that Don had already made his way to bed and was asleep. She placed the rose in a glass of water and, dropping her clothes on the floor, slipped into bed and fitted her nude body against Don and was nearly instantly asleep.

In the morning she almost overslept and had to hurry to get ready in time for work. Don was awake but neither of them mentioned the previous night as they quickly kissed good-bye. That night Don again studied late and there was no chance for any discussion. The following day Barb started to bring up the subject but Don stopped her. "No. No words, Just an escape. Keep the magic."

Barb at last gave in and smiled at him, nodding her head.

Over the next week or so, things went along much as they had. However there were some minor changes. Both seemed a little more ready to postpone sleep and the love making increased somewhat over what it had been. There were a few more casual touches, stroking of a face or a kiss to the back of the neck. They managed to be together for dinner a little more often. But not much else changed.

Then one day when Barb called and said it would be seven before she got home, Don said, "OK. I'll make supper for us." When Barb entered the apartment a couple of minutes after seven, she found it mostly dark, just a pair of candles on the table. As she moved towards the table Don entered with a platter of food. Not the frozen pizza Barb had been expecting, but Steak Dianne, au Gratin potatoes, and steamed broccoli. A glass of red wine stood by the plates and beside one of them - hers - lay a single red rose. She started to say how wonderful it all was, but Don placed a finger across her lips, kissed her lightly and seated her.

The next week when Don was coming home late he also entered to candle light and soft music and an exotic meal laid out on the table.

With the semester ending, Don had finals and his time was once again pressured with too much to do. His last final was on Friday morning and a few days before he had asked Barb, "Think you might be able to get two or three days off next week? Say Monday to Wednesday."

"I don't know," she replied. "I might. Let me see tomorrow."

She called in a couple of favors and that night she was pleased to tell Don, "OK. I have from Friday night through next Wednesday night free. What did you have in mind?"

Sounding almost a little distracted, he replied, "Good. I'm sure we can find something to do."

Barb hid the quick feeling that hit her. She had had to really try to get the time free and it sounded like Don didn't really have anything special in mind. Of course she would enjoy just being with him but she had expected something a little more.

The rest of the week passed with Don busy studying and neither of them mentioned the time off. Then Friday afternoon Barb entered the apartment about five thirty. Don wasn't there. She went to the table to see if he had left a note. Resting in the center of the table was a single red rose and a full color brochure. She picked up the brochure. On the cover was a picture of a cabin set at the edge of the woods. The print read, "Looking for a place just for you? Honeymooners. Couples. Lovers. Paradise Coast offers six isolated cabins. Each is separated from it's neighbors by several hundred yards of forest." A satellite photograph showed the six, each nearly hidden in the trees, spread along almost a mile of coast. Photos showed the cabins and surrounding areas. A single gravel road ran parallel to the coast and each cabin had a private drive running back through dense trees. The description when on to tell that each cabin had a full kitchen. "You may cook whatever delight you wish or meals can all be provided ahead of time so you need only place them in oven or microwave." Each cabin had a deck on the ocean side with a table for two and also a hot tub. A private stretch of beach was just below. "Wake in the morning to the quiet sounds of nature. Get up, get dressed and have breakfast overlooking the sea. Or just get up and have breakfast. There will be no one to see but the two of you" A picture showed the interior where a king sized bed dominated one side of the room with a large stone fireplace on the wall opposite its foot. "On the coast it can get cool even in July and August, but you will have a wood burning fireplace - and other things to help you keep warm." At the bottom of the page was written, "Paradise Coast is for lovers, for those who want to be together, but completely by themselves."

There were more photos and descriptions. On the back page there was a map showing where each of the individual cabins was located along with their names. There were names like "Lovers' Cottage", Shangri-la", "Two Hearts" and at the end of the drive, the last cabin in line, "Beyond Eden". This one was circled in red.

Beneath the brochure was a note from Don. "Meet me out front at six thirty. Wear the white silk blouse, black skirt, and sandals. Bring nothing else. Come with me and escape."

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This story may have been partly , although not entirely, inspired by the Rupert Holmes song, "Escape (The Pina Colada Song). - Professor James.