0 comments/ 145697 views/ 8 favorites Do the Right Thing By: ShakespearianNuJak I snapped awake on the couch and realised I must have drifted off watching TV. I looked at my wristwatch. It was midnight. With sleep in my eyes I rolled off the couch and stumbled from the front room down the hall past Stacy's closed door towards the bathroom, which sat opposite my room. I pushed the door and without looking up, with all the instinct of a single man used to living on his own and commanding his space, stepped into the cool tiled room. I stopped in my tracks and blinked. Twice. My eighteen year old younger sister Stacy smiled as she turned towards me from the sink. She was naked except for a pair of tight cotton white panties and the toothbrush she was just putting back in its holder. I gasped a little, dumbstruck by her body and with the ease in which she dealt with her brother's eyes looking over her. My eyes stared at her perfect, small, pointed breasts and the shape of her mound and ass highlighted so well by the little cotton briefs. "Sorry." I mumbled and she giggled. "What's funny?" "I gave you a woody." She was right I could feel it bulging against my jeans, still growing and desperate to be free. I shook my head and raised my eyebrows before turning away, I was doing the right thing, even if as I turned I took a long last look at her knowing I'd keep the image in my spank bank for a long time to come. She giggled again as I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door I ran a hand down my face. I wanted to fuck my own little sister. As I stripped down to my shorts I thought that someone else might have found that easier to deal with but for me it was a big deal. I flopped face first onto the bed and hit the mattress with a soft thud. "It's got to be the weed." I said to myself with a sigh. "It's got to be." At 4 am I woke again from dreams of sex and siblings with a start. I was harder than I'd ever been. It's hard to describe but I was throbbing to the point that if my dick had seams the stitching in them would have started to split. I roughly adjusted my dick's position in my shorts. Even that, the most usual of touches shortened my breath and I gasped a little. My mind began to cloud over and rationality ebbed away under the flood of arousal. I found myself in the spare-room, at the foot of the bed, stroking myself through my shorts and looking at my sister as she slept under the thin sheets. I stood there for a few moments before I slowly lifted the blanket from her and stood back to look at her again. She was still naked except for the white panties, her young pussy framed so beautifully by the light flimsy fabric. I pushed my shorts down and took my dick in hand, my eyes locked on her body as I began to pull on it. It wouldn't take me long, I could feel it already, ready to fire off a satisfying blast of cum and stumble to the bathroom to wash up. There was one more thing I wanted though, one more thing that I needed before I could satisfy the lust that had took me over. Still stroking my dick and deepening my breaths I leaned down over her and placed my mouth over her young pussy, kissing her through the fabric and feeling the warmth of our lips meeting. I felt cum rising up my shaft, filling my tubes. I screwed my eyes shut, my tongue flicking out at her clit through the panties as hot strings spat out over my hands and the side of the bed. I gasped and fell back to the floor as every nerve in my body jerked in unison and pleasure swept over me. It was worth the guilt I would feel later. I opened my eyes as my thoughts began to clear. She was awake. I slowly rose to my feet; my dick hard and jutting out from my body. I could feel cum still oozing from the end. I could feel cum on my hands cooling and drying in the rapid manner with which it does. She was looking at me, from my face to my manhood then back; her eyes questioning, her lips parted as though words occurred to her but failed to form in her mouth. I looked over her body again and felt the lust pour over me from my inside out. My fingers ran down her stomach and rested on her pouting pussy lips as they swelled against the white cotton. She gasped and looked a little scared as she looked up into my face. "Are you going to fuck me?" She asked in a timid voice. I didn't answer. I hooked my thumbs into her panties and slid them down her thighs, over her delicate calves and off her tiny feet. Her young, fresh pussy sat exposed and nervous as I dropped to my knees and lost my face between her legs. She tasted so sweet on my tongue as it lapped along her lips, dipping between and probing gently inside her before I flicked at and sucked on her clit. At first she was unresponsive, she lay still, nervous and quiet. After a few moments though she began to raise her hips, slowly and innocently, and she began to push herself into my eager mouth, instinctively responding to the pleasure and seeking more. Her hands grabbed at the sheet beneath her, screwing it up and twisting it in tightly formed fists. Her soft slim thighs gripped my head and held me at her newly excited mound. It wasn't long before she began whimpering and moaning as her orgasm erupted in her belly and flooded her young pussy with musk-scented bliss. I lapped at the pussy juice, savouring its taste and it's wet heat on my lips. I broke the contact with her sweet pussy and stood. She was looking back at me, her eyes confused and her breaths struggling to form, her breasts rising and falling in the half-light. The lust had her just as it had me. I stood above her at the side of the bed as my hand stroked my dick. "Open your mouth." I said quietly, ordering her without aggression, with quiet dominance and seniority. "You're going to suck your big brother's dick." She nodded and with her big blue eyes staring into mine moved towards me. She moved off the bed and knelt on the floor. Tentatively she licked the tip, tasting the cum that still sat there. She opened her small mouth and slid it over me, taking my dick in to halfway. Her eyes continued looking into mine as I put my hands on the back of her head and began to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat and dragging my dick back and forth over her tongue. "You like having your big brother's dick in your mouth don't you?" She nodded and I pumped harder making her moan as I stretched her throat and buried myself in her to my roots. "I bet you'd like your big brother's dick in that little pussy too, wouldn't you?" She released my dick from her mouth and started pumping it with her hand as she dipped her head to suck my balls into her mouth. "Would you?" She mumbled against my balls between kissing and licking them. "I want my big brother to fuck me." I pulled her to her feet and leant to kiss her on the mouth, mixing both of our tastes and grabbing at her ass and squeezing. I pushed her back down on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, which I took hold of and moved over my shoulders. Pain flashed in her eyes as I lined myself up against her young lips and pushed forward separating them roughly and invading her delicate body. We gasped at the same, her gasp as pain tore through her, my gasp at the tightness of her cunt around my dick, squeezing it, already starting to milk it. I gasped again as I pulled out, spraying cum over her exposed young pussy. She smiled and looked at me with a giggle. "Again!" Do the Right Thing? Guys! Sometimes you have to wonder what goes on in their minds. Do they even inhabit the same planet we women do? Case in point... After a particularly lousy day and four extremely challenging calls for EMT services, I arrived home to an empty apartment. My boyfriend either wasn't home yet or had gone out with one of his buddies. In any instance, it was fine with me. I wanted to strip and stand under a hot shower to rid myself of all pathogens, real or imagined. My partner and I responded to a drug overdose in a shithole of an abandoned building. Just recalling the filth we encountered made my skin crawl. That stop made the heart attack victim, the broken arm of the twelve year old who flamed out on his skateboard and the housewife who lacerated her finger chopping onions seem like nothing. I pulled my clothes off and left them in a pile on the floor. Walking naked toward the bathroom, I decided to grab a beer to take in the shower with me. I smiled as I my breasts bounced on my chest. I never walked around naked in the apartment. It was a new and fun experience. My breasts are not large and they do not bounce when I'm dressed for work since I wear sturdy bras under my uniform. They jiggled, I giggled. Digging in the fridge I grabbed a bottle of Summer Ale. As I opened it, I heard the apartment door open and Reggie call out. "Charly, you home?" "Yep. Getting a beer." The bouncing breasts thing was going to lead to some fun. I walked into the living room thinking I'd give him a little surprise thrill. The surprise was all mine. And, it would change my life. Reggie and his best friend, Nate, stood looking at me. "Fuck, Reggie, why didn't you say Nate was here?" With a beer in my hand, there was not much chance of covering up. Nate's mouth hung open. "Uh, hi, Charlotte." "Christ," I sputtered. "Hi, Nate. Excuse me while I go take my shower." I turned and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I tried to be dignified as I strode away from them, knowing my ass was undulating with every step. In the bathroom I chugged my beer and got in the shower. I let the water cascade over me as I tried to beat down my anger. Nate's a nice guy and I liked him the most of all Reggie's friends. He was the only one who worked to get to know me as a person other than "Reggie's girlfriend." He was a frequent guest at our place and shared many dinners with us. Now he had seen me completely naked. It's not that I'm overly shy, but it is embarrassing to have a male friend see you without clothes—even if he is major cute. I estimated Nate was around six feet four. His sandy brown hair was cut short, but still showed it was naturally curly. I always noticed his hands. They were large and had a fine coating of light hair at the wrists. Nate was not a gym rat, but kept himself in good shape through regular physical exercise. His body looked solid and strong. When you added that to his chiseled facial features, you got a very nice package. I finished and wrapped a towel around me. I wanted another beer and walked through the living room toward the kitchen. There was no sign of either guy. As I turned the corner, I saw Nate pulling a beer from the fridge. "Make that two," I called out. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. He opened them and handed me mine. "Charlotte, I'm really sorry about before. I feel so embarrassed." "Well, that makes two of us." I raised my bottle and we touched long necks. "Where is the asshole?" "Uh, he went out to get some food. I think he also wanted to avoid seeing you right away." "I bet he did. Hey, Nate, look, don't sweat it. Not your fault. So you saw me naked. What's done is done. I hope it didn't ruin your dinner" "No way," he said "But just so you know, I think you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw." I blushed. "You mean saw naked?" He laughed, "I guess, since I already thought you were the most beautiful woman I ever saw with clothes. And, Charlotte, I have to say you have a fantastic figure. Makes me very happy to be a man. I won't tell anyone about this or bring it up again, but I want you to know I appreciate your beauty." I felt a little better now, realizing that Nate would not make me feel uncomfortable about what happened. I also felt slightly turned on knowing he admired how I looked. "I guess I'd better get dressed," I said and took a drink. "Damn, I knew it was too good to last." Nate looked at me and then cracked up. I punched his arm and went to the bedroom. I pulled the towel off and noticed how stiff my nipples were. The flesh on my breasts was tight with goosebumps and my nipples stood out as far as I'd ever noticed. I was turned on and it had to be because Nate had seen me nude. I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but once the initial shock wore off, I think I enjoyed walking in front of him without clothes. I tried to look at my naked body in the mirror and see it as Nate saw it. I kept my brown hair cut short since it was easier to deal with that way in my work. Although I didn't play many sports now, in high school I starred on the volleyball team. Being close to six feet meant both the volleyball and basketball coaches courted me. I chose volleyball and enjoyed playing through high school and the two years of college I put in. I wonder if other women have the same problem evaluating their breasts. God, there is so much societal pressure put on the appearance of breasts. I cupped them as I gazed at my reflection. I guess they were a decent handful, at least in my hands. I wondered how much they could fill Nate's big hands. This thought made my dark nipples come to full attention. Why was I thinking of Nate's hands and not Reggie's? I let my eyes travel down my body. I did have a waist, but it was not tiny, just a nice little indent on the way to my hips. I kept my dark pubes trimmed to a neat triangle, ending just above the start of my slit. I turned and looked at my rear and hips. God, is there any woman on earth who doesn't think that both of these components are too big or the wrong shape? I slapped one cheek and at least was relieved that it didn't shake like a bowl of jelly. Not bad, I told myself. "Nate, you were one lucky guy." I laughed to myself and started looking for clothes. As I was brushing my hair, Reggie called out. "Hey, Charly, Nate and I are in the kitchen. Come get something to eat with both of us. We're both here in the kitchen." "What a jerk," I laughed. Now he tells me Nate is here. I felt like stripping and walking back out. As that thought bounced around my brain, a twinge ricocheted between my legs. Shit, I was getting turned on again thinking about showing my body. Reluctantly, I pulled on clothes. The three of us enjoyed pizza and some more beers. Around nine Nate said good-bye and Reggie and I were left alone. "Charly, I'm sorry..." "Reggie, I'm mostly over being pissed. But, honey, when you bring someone home, you should either call me first or announce that someone is with you." "I just never figured you'd be naked." "I get that, Reggie, but even if I weren't, I would want to know we had company. It's just courtesy." "Promise. Next time, I'll make sure you know. Now, how about we go in the bedroom and I get you like you were before?" "Naked?" "Absolutely." As Reggie climbed on top of my naked body, my mind flipped back to the look on Nate's face as he saw me standing nude in front of him. I slammed my hips to meet Reggie's thrusts. The orgasm that soon followed was due less to my boyfriend's marginal sexual skills than to the dirty thrill of being nude where I shouldn't have been. The next day I told my partner about what happened. He laughed and said that I probably handled it as well as possible. "Charly, you're the coolest woman I know. You never get flustered." "Hank, I got turned on." "Really?" "Yeah, I almost felt like walking back out naked to eat dinner with them. To tell the truth, I got wet imaging that." Hank and I have been partners for two years. We have developed complete trust in each other. That's something important to functioning as EMTs. You have to know that your partner is in sync with you. Since we also spent so much time together, we have also become friends and find ourselves talking about deep personal issues. Maybe it helps that Hank is gay. He and I don't have the potential tension that many mixed sex teams experience. I don't think I could even be this frank with a female friend. Hank looked over at me and mouthed, "Wet." I laughed. "Yeah, that's how women know they're turned on. We don't have one of those Peter-meters that pops up when the meat is ready." "Ugh, that's crude," he said, "appropriate, but crude. Wait, I thought women would get those things on top of those other things on your chest, you know, like all hard." I laughed out loud. "They're called tits, Hank. And, yeah, my nips also get hard when I'm turned on. I coulda cut glass with them yesterday." "TMI," he called. "So, when you described how Raoul can deep throat you, that's not TMI?" "Oh, honey, no. That's just honest reporting." We both cracked up. If Hank were straight, I think I'd marry him. Of course, if he were straight he'd probably be an asshole from another planet like most of the guys. I mentally flashed on Nate and how he never acted like an asshole. I compared him to Reggie, who really wasn't an asshole as much as so out of touch with my feelings most of the time. "So, what do you think, Hank? Am I some sort of pervert 'cause I secretly liked being seen naked?" "Hell if I know," he said. "Why don't you take your clothes off and see if it's the same with me?" I was about to heap abuse on him, when a call came in and we hustled to our vehicle. The fire engines would be right behind us. As we drove through the city, Hank said, we could pick up our conversation later. We found an elderly couple in the driveway of their home. The man had fallen and the wife could not get him up. Hank began examining the man and I took the wife over to sit in a chair on their porch. She explained that her husband had been falling recently. I asked if he used a cane and she said he hated it and left it inside. This was something I heard too many times. Vanity was at the root of many slips and falls. I got his age and general medical background from her. I calmed the wife down and went to assist Hank. By this time, the engine arrived and the firefighters asked if everything were under control. I asked if they wouldn't mind waiting for a minute. The man was obese and I thought we might need some help to get him ready for transport. I also asked a female firefighter to work with the wife to call someone to come over. Hank talked to me as he finished his evaluation. "Think we have a hip fracture. We need to transport." I called the ER and told them we were coming in. They told me to start an IV. The firefighters helped us maneuver the man onto the gurney. Hank and I loaded him into the ambulance and departed. It was more than an hour later when we had the time to take our lunch break in the hospital café. "So, honey, why don't you strip and go get me one of those nice looking chocolate puddings. Think of it as an experiment." I laughed, gave him the finger and shook my head. "Ok, the stripping part was a joke," said Hank. "But, I would like a pudding." I got two and sat back down across from him. "So, Charly, what really has you bothered?" Hank asked. I knew he was back to being my friend and not just teasing me. "I don't know. Maybe I think that I liked getting excited. Maybe I have some exhibitionist streak in me." "Streak?" he asked and arched an eyebrow. "Bad word choice," I said smiling. "Every time I think about standing nude in front of Nate, I get a thrill." "Are you thinking of that often?" I took a deep breath. "More than just a couple times for sure." "So, sounds like you do enjoy being seen naked and get some sexual stimulation from it. My unprofessional diagnosis is that you have a bit of an exhibitionist in you. I'm not saying that's bad, mind you." We finished our lunch. I kept replaying the scene in my mind. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became. The look on Nate's face was both surprise and desire. He liked seeing me naked. I was turned on by that look. I asked myself if Reggie still looked at me that way. Our afternoon was crazy busy and Hank and I never did pick up on our conversation. As we were completing our paperwork, he asked me if I were ok. "Yeah, no problem. But, thanks for being a friend. I know I can trust you and you are so easy to talk with." "I feel the same about you, Charly. The only down side is I probably won't get to see you naked after we had this talk." "As if you'd even want to," I teased back. "Hey, I'm all for being an equal opportunity perv." I grabbed my boobs over my shirt and stuck my tongue out. Hank laughed. We said good-bye and headed in our separate directions. All the time riding home I thought about stripping as soon as I entered the apartment. I told myself to get control and that my mind was getting totally messed up. Reggie was not home, but had left a note. He said he was playing softball and would be home after eight. He gave me fair warning that Nate would probably be with him and that they would bring a take-out fried chicken dinner. He invited me to join them in this epicurean treat. In my room I stripped. After a shower, I returned to my bedroom, pulled out a tee shirt and then just tossed it on the bed. Naked, I walked to the kitchen to take inventory. My skin tingled with the excitement of being nude in the apartment. Even though no one could see me, it still felt a little naughty. I made of list of things we needed at the store. As I moved about the kitchen I caught my reflection in the window of the microwave. I turned to look at my reflection. Taking my breasts in hand, I played with my nipples. I started laughing. Playing with my nipples in the kitchen was so far from my ordinary routine as to be considered strange. Pulling my fingers away, I turned left and right examining how taut they were in the dim reflection. What next, I thought? Will I be pulling a cucumber from the fridge to pleasure myself? As absurd as that concept was, I could feel a reaction between my legs. Since the guys wouldn't be home for at least an hour and a half, I had time to run to the store. In the bedroom, I slipped on a pair of thong panties. I don't wear them often, but was feeling sexy. Pulling on my jeans, I next picked up a bra and then put it back in the drawer. The tee shirt I had earlier was a blue Red Sox one. I left it on the bed and selected a thin pullover shirt that had four buttons at the neck. I left them unbuttoned. The shirt sleeves had been cut off. I used to wear it as a beach cover-up over my bikini. Now it allowed you to get a glimpse of side boob through the armholes. I checked myself out in the mirror. Bending over I could see my whole breast through the gap at the neck. Moving my arms I could see everything except my nipple through the arm hole. I was turned on thinking about wearing this in public. My good girl side kicked in and had me questioning why I would even consider going out dressed like this. My bad girl side told me to just do it. The deciding factor was having my body start to get sexually excited. Then, the thought that Nate would be here later increased the dampness against my thong. The shirt was staying on. At the last moment the good girl side chimed in and I pulled on a light summer jacket so you could no longer see through the armholes. If I bent over, however, you definitely could still catch a shot of my boobs. Wearing the jacket made me feel less of a slut. I stopped in mid-step. Was I really being a slut? Or, was I just having some fun and letting my hormones have a free ride? Not really resolving why I felt turned on, I grabbed the grocery list, my keys and headed to the supermarket. Although my stomach was doing flip-flops, my little adventure was turning out to be a dud. No one seemed to notice or care about my attire. I was at the check-out and bent to pull the 12-pack of beer from the cart. I turned my head to see the high school kid looking right down my shirt. My nipples immediately hardened. I glanced up to see him staring with his mouth open. He saw me looking into his eyes, blushed and turned away. I put the beer on the belt along with the other items. "So, you go to Central?" I asked as he began to scan them. "Uh, just graduated. Going to UMass Lowell in the fall." He couldn't look me in the eye. I knew my erect nipples were clearly visible pushing against the thin cotton of the shirt. "Listen, Mike," I said reading his nametag. "It's cool. I'm not pissed that you were looking." His mouth opened and he looked at me, well at my chest and then at my face. His face was scarlet. "These things happen. My advice is to try not to be so obvious when you look." I placed the filled bags in the cart and moved off. Trying to keep from laughing, I made it to my car before I laughed out loud. To my surprise I also felt fresh dampness between my legs. After I unpacked the groceries and put the beer in the fridge, I went to my room. I pulled off the jacket and again checked out my image in the mirror. With just the slightest hesitation, I replaced my regular jeans with old ones that had been cut off to make a small pair of shorts. They used to be low ride jeans and I knew I would at least flash the top of my thong, if not my butt crack every time I bent. I turned and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. You could make out the bottom of my ass cheeks peeking out of the shorts. I was debating whether I should change my top when the front door opened. God, I can't go out there like this, I thought. I looked at my ass again and bad girl asked "why not?" I didn't have a good reason to argue. "Charly, Nate and I are here." I chuckled. "The man is learning," I thought. Taking a deep breath I walked out to greet them. The look on both of their faces assured me that they noticed what I was—or actually was not—wearing. I went up to Reggie and kissed him. I turned and kissed Nate on the cheek. "Hmm, the smell of fried chicken and man-sweat," I said. "Add a little bacon aroma and you'd have the perfect men's cologne." I took the box of chicken and fixins and headed for the kitchen. I think I may have exaggerated the swing in my hips as I imagined the guys checking out my butt. Reggie called out he was going to change. Nate came into the kitchen. I was reaching for plates on the top shelf. The armhole in my shirt was gaping and I was sure Nate had a good view. "Uh, need some help, Charlotte?" I turned my head and smiled. "I've got this, Nate, thanks." His face was flushed. He tried to hold his gaze to my eyes, but I could see him glance at the gap in my shirt. I took the plates and set them on the table. I laid out the silverware and napkins. I dropped a knife on the floor. We both bent to retrieve it. My shirt front fell open and Nate stared at my naked boobs. He stood up and I could see the bulge in his shorts. They were sorta tight and what was happening behind them was quite clear. I stood and rinsed the knife and placed it back on the table. "Beer," I asked. Nate nodded and I pulled three beers out, anticipating that Reggie would definitely want one. Nate and I touched rims and drank. My nipples were hard and pushing against the shirt. I asked Nate about the game. He looked puzzled. "The softball game," I teased. "You remember that, right?" With one more peek at the front of my shirt, Nate said, "Oh, yeah. We won. Good game." Reggie joined us and I handed him his beer. He looked me over with a strange expression. Opening the box of chicken, I took a piece and then some mashed potatoes and gravy. I added a biscuit to my plate as the guys took their food. As we ate, I tried to act as normal as possible knowing that Nate, sitting at my right side, could see inside the armhole. Do the Right Thing? I got talking about my day and the guys asked questions. Nate, a pharmacist, had the day off. He usually worked three twelve hour days at a local chain drug store. The other four days he enjoyed hiking and other sports. We were running short on napkins to take care of the greasy meal. I turned in my chair to reach back to the counter behind me and grab some more. As I moved, my left breast popped out of the armhole. "Jesus, Charly," Reggie said. "Your boob is out." I looked down and laughed. "So it is." I pulled the shirt back over. "Sorry." Nate grinned. "No need to apologize." That broke the tension and we laughed. "Really, Charly," Reggie said. "I don't know where you got that shirt. Hell, you might as well not even wear one with all the skin you're showing." "No problem," I said. Smiling, I grabbed the hem and pulled it off. I sat at the table topless. "Charly," Reggie cried. "What the fuck!!" "Hey, just teasing. Hell, Nate's seen everything already, so no harm in having a laugh." Nate stared at my chest. Picking up a piece of chicken, he said, "I agree. Besides I really love a good breast." He took a bite as he looked at my boobs. That cracked me up. Soon the three of us were laughing. "Ok," said Reggie. "Joke's over. How about covering up?" I looked at Nate. "You want me to cover up, Nate?" "I advise listening to your boyfriend. But, remember, I did not complain." I grabbed my boobs and made a hand bra. "Be right back," I said. With my back to Nate I bent over to pick up my shirt. I know he got a good look down my shorts. In a minute I was back with the Red Sox shirt on. "Better?" I asked. Reggie nodded and Nate shook his head "no". That cracked us up again. We had more beer and finished the chicken. I had gotten some ice cream at the store and served three large bowls. The guys went into the living room to catch a Red Sox game that was coming on late since they were playing in California. After I cleaned up, I sat between them on the couch and finished my ice cream. I had to be up at six for my morning shift. Saying good-night, I went to the bathroom and then to bed. Crawling in with just my thong on, I slipped my fingers underneath the thin fabric. I was still damp and my lips welcomed the touch of my hand. Knowing the guys would be occupied for a while, I began to move my fingers in a familiar pattern. My mind flooded with images of me sitting topless at the table, Nate's eyes on my chest and the bulge I noticed in his shorts. In a very short time, I pressed a pillow to my face and let out a long moan as I came. Sleep took me immediately. The next morning I was up and out before Reggie woke up. His work day started at 8:30 at the main office of a bank. As usual, Hank had coffee and bagels waiting for me at the station. We ate and read the morning paper. Our first call came in at nine. We were barely back when we went on a second call at an auto accident. There were multiple people injured and we needed to call for a second ambulance. By the time we transported our injured to the ER and finished our paperwork it was past our lunchtime. "How about tacos?" asked Hank. He was a certified junk food addict. I tried to watch my diet, but an occasional deviation always felt good. We stopped at our favorite taco wagon. He opted for beef and pork, while I went for a veggie and a fish taco. Sitting at the picnic table, Hank asked how things went at home last night. I told him of my adventures. "Charly, you are really pushing this exhibitionism thing along. Are you sure you're not sending Nate the wrong message?" I stopped in mid bite. I hadn't really thought about that aspect. I was enjoying the teasing and the excitement of showing myself and hadn't thought about the effect it may be having on him. I just figured he was getting a kick out of it. "Do you think he thinks I'm coming on to him?" I asked and finished the last of the fish taco. "I don't know. Are you?" "No. I'm teasing, you know, just a joke thing. He and I are good buddies and it got my motor running to flash. God, I hope he doesn't think I want to screw him." "It sounds like you might be attracted to him," said Hank. "It does? Well, I mean I like him. He's a nice guy." "Is he good looking?" "Sorta. I mean, yeah, he's a nice looking guy. Actually, you could put him in the 'hot' category." "Charly, you need to think about this. You've shown him your body twice. Maybe there's more going on here that you're admitting." "Hank, the first time he saw me naked was an accident. Last night, well it was just my boobs and it was all in fun. The three of us laughed about it. It doesn't mean anything." "You never showed me your boobs." "Seriously? I didn't think you had any interest in my boobs." "Charly, you are a very pretty woman. So, I bet you have attractive boobs. But, the point I'm making is that you picked Nate to flash. If it were no big deal, you'd be flashing other people." "That's fucked, Hank. You're making too much out of it. Sure I flashed Nate, but that's because he was there and I thought it was funny." "OK, Charly, whatever you say. Just remember you told me it made you wet, to use your term." "Let's finish and hit the road." I didn't want to dig any deeper into why I flashed Nate than we already had. I hated to admit that I was beginning to question why I was thinking about Nate and why I got excited when I flashed him. As we walked to our vehicle I tossed him the keys. "You drive." We pulled out and got on the by-pass to head back to the station. As we were traveling, I pulled my shirt from my waistband. Traffic was light and I called Hank's name. He turned his head and I pulled my shirt and bra up exposing my boobs. "Fuck, Charly," he cried and quickly corrected his driving to get us off the left shoulder. "See, now I flashed you," I said holding my shirt up. "Yes, I can see. Put your shirt down, someone might see you." "That might be fun." I began to turn to expose my naked torso to the passenger window. "Charly, cut it out. We could get into trouble." "Tell me what you think of my boobs." He looked again. I grabbed them and squeezed them together. A big smile crept across his face. "I admit you have beautiful breasts. I also admit that you have gone completely crazy. Now, pull your shirt down." I laughed and covered up. We drove in silence for a while. Finally, Hank said, "And, there is no way I am showing you my dick. You are way too young to be able to handle seeing such a wonder of nature." I laughed and remembered why I liked Hank so much. At the end of our shift, Hank gave me a hug. Although not rare, it was not our usual daily good-bye routine. "Charly, be careful." I hugged him back. Hank was the closest thing I had to a big brother and I loved the shit out of him. "Thanks, Hank. I know you're only looking out for me." "Bitch," he said, "I'm still trying to get over that boob flash. Wait til I tell Raoul. He'll be like, 'Where are the pictures, dude?'" We were in our little locker room. "Get your camera out." Hank paled. "Charly, I was only kidding." "Come on. We'll do a selfie." Shaking his head, Hank took out his phone and put it into camera mode. I pulled my shirt and bra up and put my arm around his shoulder. Hank held the phone out and took a couple pics. We looked at them. I thought they were hilarious. "If anyone sees these," said Hank, "I'm going to lose my membership in the Frontrunners." The Frontrunners was a gay, members-only bar. "One more," I said. Hank held up the camera and this time I pulled his face to mine and kissed him on the lips. "Jesus, Charly, you really have gone nuts. And now, I've got to explain to Raoul why I have girl cooties on my lips." We laughed and I pulled my top down. "Hank, thanks. You know I love you." "I bet you say that to all the gay EMTs." "Well, most of them," I added. He hugged me again and went on his way. As I drove home I ran the flashing through my mind. Why would I flash Hank? Maybe I wanted to try to prove to myself that it was fun and that I could get excited even if it weren't Nate I was flashing. I thought about that and noticed my panties were not damp. Maybe Nate had more than a little to do with my sexual excitement. *** Arriving home, I stripped in the living room. Picking up my clothes, I walked around the apartment enjoying the slightly erotic feel of being naked outside the bedroom. I dumped my clothes in the hamper in the bedroom and went to the kitchen. Reggie had a work dinner meeting and wouldn't be home until later. I took a beer and headed to the living room. I turned on the TV and watched the Ellen show that I TiVo'd. My nipples were erect and I pressed the cold beer bottle against them. I cried out as the glass made my nipple contract. I thought about ordering pizza and answering the door naked. Taking a long drink of beer, I told myself I was letting myself get carried away. Carried away or not, I was also letting myself become horny. My hand was now between my legs and I was on my way to a big release. Usually there is a slow build-up, but tonight I was rapidly climbing the wave. I knew that the ride on the other side was going to be epic. I had just slipped one finger inside when my cell beeped. Cursing, I got up and retrieved it from the bedroom. I tried to rub my thighs together as I walked to keep the orgasm buzz going. "Hey, Charlotte," Nate said. "Hi, Nate. What's up?" My pussy clinched like crazy. "Looking for Reggie. Is he home?" "Nope. Did you try his cell?" I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could, enjoying the pressure. "Yeah no answer and his voice mail is full. Ask him to give me a call?" "Sure." After a pause, Nate said. "So what are you doing?" It was an innocent question, but my brain was not in an innocent state of mind, having been interrupted from a big orgasm. "Actually, when you called I was sitting naked on the couch and masturbating." I thought that there a black hole must have opened in the universe because all sound ceased. I could not even hear Nate breathing. I decide to wait out the silence. "Jesus, Charlotte, you should not be telling me stuff like that." "Why?" I answered. "You asked and it's true. I'm touching myself right now since I was on a path to a great finish when I had to stop to answer your call." "Charlotte, you're killing me. And, we should not be talking like this, you know, without Reggie." "We're just talking, Nate. So tell me, are you hard?" "Fuck, Charlotte, that's what I mean." "It's a simple question. You just have to say yes or no." I slipped one finger inside and felt the thick build-up coat it. After another long pause, Nate said, "Yes." "Take it out." "Oh, Charlotte, we can't do this." "Take it out, Nate. I want to get off with you. I'm really horny and you're a good friend." I could hear the phone being put down. When Nate spoke again, all he said was, "OK." "Where are you?" "In my bedroom." "Did you take your pants off? And, are you naked?" "Yes." "Are you touching yourself?" "God, Charlotte, I can't help it." "Nice, Nate. I'm going to go lie on the bed." In my bedroom, spreading my legs, I let my middle finger slide up and down my cleft. There was little friction because I was extremely wet. "Did you like seeing my boobs last night?" "They're awesome." "I know you were hard last night. I could see the bulge in your shorts. Do you have a big dick?" I could hear Nate grunt and breathe heavily. "Do you, Nate?" "I guess so." "Bigger than Reggie?" "Oh, Charlotte, please." "Come on. I know you guys must have showered together many times. I know you're not into guys, but I bet you looked. I also bet that you compared his to yours. Girls do that all the time. I look at a girl and compare boobs. So, who's bigger?" "I am." "A lot?" "I guess so." "How big is it now?" "Not answering that, Charlotte." "Is yours longer, thicker or both?" "This is really weird, Charlotte." "That's not an answer." "Both." "Are you stroking it?" "Oh yeah." "Nate, I have the neck of the beer bottle in my pussy. It feels so good." "Oh, shit," he said. "God, that's hot." "Now, I've removed the bottle and shoved my fingers in my cunt. Ooh, that's good. I'm taking my wet hand and putting it on my boob. I love having my nipples pinched. Ow, that feels so good." "Are your nipples hard?" I smiled. Nate had officially joined the game. "Like fucking steel. Can you imagine them?" "You have fantastic nipples, Charlotte. I can only think they would be unbelievable all hard." "They really need to be sucked," I said. "Too bad no one's here to do it." "I could suck them real good," he said. "Is that big cock of yours sensitive?" "Yeah. I had to slow down or I woulda cum. I'm going nice and slow." "Did you take some precum and spread it around?" "Jesus, Charlotte, you are so hot. I'm doing that now." "Taste it, Nate. Tell me what it tastes like." "I've never done that." "Do it. Then, I'll stick my finger in my pussy, lick it and tell you what it tastes like." I waited and could hear some sounds on the other end. "Sorta a little salty, but it doesn't have much taste." "Do your girlfriends let you cum in their mouths?" "I don't have a girlfriend now. Only one did that in the past." "Did you kiss her after you came in her mouth?" "Uh, no." "If you came in my mouth, Nate, I'd want to kiss you and shove my cum-covered tongue down your throat." "I'd suck it, Charlotte. I'd do that for you." I imagined Nate's lips pressed to mine, his tongue deep inside my mouth. I let my mind wonder how his lips would feel clamped onto a nipple and felt a chill down my spine. I knew this was not what a woman is supposed to be doing with her boyfriend's best friend, but Nate was giving me something that I never got from Reggie. Nate's deep voice touched a sensitive spot deep in my core. I wanted to hear his voice as my orgasm built. I also wanted to hear his anxiety as he neared his climax while he listened to me urge him on. In some way, I was controlling Nate's body and this made me even more excited. I shoved two fingers deep inside me. "Nate, I'm fucking myself with my fingers. My pussy is so freaking wet. The sheet is soaked under my ass. I've got my fingers all covered with my juice." I plunged my fingers inside my mouth and licked them clean. "Nate, I taste really good. Reggie won't go down on me, but past lovers have told me that it was the sweetest thing they ever tasted. Would you like to lick my pussy and make me cum?" "Yes, yes, I'd eat you til you begged me to stop. I'd drink every drop of that sweet juice and make your pussy so fucking happy." "God, Nate. I'm ready to cum. I've got three fingers pumping in and out and I'm playing my clit with my thumb like a freaking banjo. Oh, god, here it comes. Do it with me, Nate. Cum now." I cried out in long moans. My vagina spasmed and trapped my fingers. I heard Nate grunt on the phone. It was at least a minute before I could catch my breath. "Did you cum hard?" "Harder than I'd ever done before," he said. "Taste it." A second later, Nate said, "This is stronger. Way more salty and sorta an aftertaste of something bitter." "Does it gross you out?" "Not really. I'm surprised. I woulda never done it if you didn't ask me to." "I know," I said. "Thanks, I liked imagining you tasting yourself. Are you soft now?" "Mostly, I guess I'd call it a semi." "How big is it soft?" Nate laughed. "Big enough." "Send me a picture." "Can't do that," he said. "I understand. That was hot, though. Right?" "Best sex I've had in a long, long time," he replied. "It was only phone sex," I said. "Still, the best I've had." "Nate, you know we have to keep this between us." "Yeah. I kinda feel creepy, you know, about Reggie." "I still love Reggie," I said, "but this was special. Can we just keep it between us?" "I agree," he said. "But, if you ever tell him, you have to let me know." "Deal." I was playing with a nipple. It was still sore from how hard I pinched it before. "Nate?" "Yeah." "We gonna do this again?" "Man, I don't know." "Maybe we can just talk again, you know, on the phone." "Sure. Or..." "What?" "I'm not working this weekend and thought about hiking the Presidentials. Would you like to join me?" "Reggie's out of town this weekend. He's leaving Saturday morning for that banking conference in Atlanta." "I know," Nate said. "Would we tell him we were going hiking?" "Why not?" he answered. "That's all we're going to do, right?" "No talking?" "Ok, hiking and talking. I think we should tell him. If you agree, I'll bring it up after our game tomorrow. Tell him I thought you might like to go for a hike and did he mind if I asked you along." "Okay." "Charlotte?" "Yeah?" "Thanks." "Welcome, Nate. I liked it, too." We hung up. I wondered what the hell I just did. My body was still running on the sexual satisfaction flowing through my veins. I smiled and closed my eyes. Strange how an orgasm affects you. The rush of coming was ebbing. The reality that I just cheated on my boyfriend gradually filled that void. Was I just being a slut or was I really starting to feel something special for Nate? If my feelings for Nate were real, what did they mean in regards to my feelings for Reggie? *** "You fucking did what?" I looked at Hank. "Phone sex. It was awesome." "Are you completely crazy?" "Awesome, Hank, really, really awesome," I said in a sing-song way. "What about Reggie?" "I didn't cheat on him. Shit, Nate and I weren't even in the same neighborhood." "You're not stupid, Charly. Maybe the two of you didn't physically touch each other, but it sounds like you were intimate. Tell the truth, if Reggie found out, do you think he would say it was innocent. Or, if he did that with a woman, would you think nothing of it?" "Stop busting my balls, Hank. I think I needed something like that. I haven't had that good an orgasm in at least a year. Maybe the fire's dying down between Reggie and me." "Ok, then either stoke that fire or break up. Don't play games behind his back." I hated when Hank was so right about things. He nailed all my insecurities about what Nate and I had done. I had tossed and turned all night struggling with this same problem. "It's probably a one off thing, anyway," I said. "Really! That's why you and Nate are going hiking alone?" "Hiking, not fucking," I retorted. "Tell me that after the weekend." "Nothing's going to happen, Hank. So, tell me, what did Raoul think of our selfie?" A wide grin spread over Hank's face. "He loved it. Told me to tell you they were the best boobs he's ever seen." "Uh, how many has he seen?" Hank laughed. "As a doctor, he's seen plenty. As a guy looking at a sexy girl, well I think they were the first. But, they still were the best." We both broke up. It was a relief not to have Hank cranking up my guilt factor. That night Reggie was home late after the game. I was watching TV and he said he was going to take a shower. "Strip for me here," I said. He looked at me and then smiled. As he pulled off his uniform shirt, I unzipped my shorts. He kicked off his sneakers and undid his pants. I slipped my hand inside and began rubbing the outside of my panties. Reggie dropped his pants and I pulled off my shirt to expose my naked upper body. As he pulled off his socks, I played with my nipples. He just wore his tee shirt and briefs. He reached for his shirt. "Leave it on. Take off your underwear." Do the Right Thing? He dropped his briefs and his hard dick poked out from underneath the bottom of his shirt. I slid my one hand down inside my panties while my other played with my nipple. "Stroke your cock," I ordered. "Charly..." "Fuck, do it, Reggie." My fingers were working my pussy hard. "Let's go to bed and..." "Reggie, I want to watch you stroke your cock. Can you please do it?" "It feels weird, Charly." "Fuck!" I yelled. I pulled my hand from my panties and sat up straight. I reached out and grabbed his erection and pulled him to me. I rubbed his cock and then put it in my mouth. I sucked him, played with his balls and stroked until he came in my mouth. After swallowing his load, I stood up. I moved to kiss him and he turned his face to offer me his cheek. Cursing under my breath, I pecked his cheek and sat down. "Different fucking planets," I thought. "Going to shower. Uh, thanks, Charly, that was great." I smiled but my mind screamed, "Asshole. Guys are definitely in a different sphere from girls" I then corrected my thought, Reggie is in a different sphere, but is Nate? Shit, there was Nate right in the middle of my mind. Reggie picked up his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the water start, I picked up my cell and punched a number. "Hell-o." "Hi, Nate." "Charlotte, what's up?" "I just gave Reggie a blow job. He wouldn't kiss me or offer to go down on me." "Fuckin A, Charlotte, please don't tell me this shit." "I'm sitting on the couch wearing only a pair of shorts, which are unzipped. I have one finger inside my pussy as we speak." "Oh, you're killing me. Where's Reggie?" "Showering." "What do you want?" I added a second finger. "I want to cum hard. Talk to me. And, take your cock out." After a long silence, Nate said. "Charlotte, I'm now naked." "Touch that long, hard cock." I could hear him moan softly. I began to breathe hard. "This has to be quick, Reggie will be out in a couple minutes. I'm pushing a third finger inside. Ah, that feels so good. I am so freakin wet, Nate. So wet." "That sounds sexy." I said, "Listen." I pulled my panties and shorts down to my knees. I moved the phone down next to my pussy. I plunged my fingers deep in my pussy and pumped. I hoped Nate could hear the squishy sounds. Moaning loudly, I increased my speed. I felt the wave coming and pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I came with reverberations lasting for at least a minute. I took a deep breath to calm myself and put the phone back to my ear. "Could you hear me?" "That was the most erotic thing I ever heard. Your pussy sounded so wet." "Did you come?" "Oh, yeah." "The water's off in the shower. Gotta run. Thanks, Nate, I really needed that." Not waiting for an answer, I ended the call and pulled my pants up. I walked to the kitchen and washed my hands. I went to the bedroom. Reggie was drying off. Walking behind him, I snaked by arms around his waist and pressed my naked chest into his back. "You ok, Charly?" he asked. "Sure. Why?" "That was sorta out of the box before." "I just wanted us to masturbate together. That's all." "I think that's not normal," said Reggie. He turned and hugged me. "I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that. I offered to make love." "I know, but sometimes trying a new thing can spice things up." "You think we need spicing?" "Maybe." I ran my hands over his back, playing with his butt. "It's just that we've kinda fallen into a pattern, sex-wise." "We have sex a lot," he said. "Yes, and I really like it, Reggie. But, we don't go for a lot of variety. It's missionary or cowgirl." "I thought you liked those positions." "I do, honest. But, I also think maybe we could try other things." Reggie stepped back, holding me by my shoulders, and looked into my eyes. "Charly, what are you really asking?" "Fuck, Reggie, I don't know. I don't know why I'm even talking about this. We have a great sex life. Let's forget all this crazy shit I'm talking." "That's my girl," he said and kissed my forehead. I realized that he knew I hadn't brushed my teeth and still might taste like his cum. I wondered what he would think if he knew I made his best friend taste his own cum. We ordered in and watched TV while we ate. "Hey, you might get a call from Nate," Reggie said as he finished his crust. "What for?" I asked as my pussy dampened. "He's going hiking this weekend and thought you might like to go along. Since I'll be gone, I think you should go. It might be fun." "Is it a day hike or overnight?" "Uh, never asked him. You can ask him yourself." "If it's overnight, would you be ok with that?" "Sure, I guess so. Well, it's ok as long as you keep your clothes on." He laughed at his own joke. "Where's the fun in that?" I said. "Seriously, Charly, weren't you embarrassed the other day?" "At first, maybe," I said. "But, then it was no big deal. As a matter of fact, I kinda liked being naked. Maybe we should do that around the apartment, you know, not wear clothes all the time." "That's dumb," he said. "You think so?" "Yeah, I mean we're naked in bed. So, what's the point of walking around here naked?" "It's just different. Besides, you never know who might visit and catch us." "Now, I know you're kidding," said Reggie. "You mean you'd want someone to catch us naked?" "Nate did." "That one time." "What if we were naked and my sister, Julie, came by. Would you like her to see you nude?" "Really, Charly, where is all this coming from?" "Think about it, Reggie. I know you like Julie. You think she is really sexy. You've only mentioned that about a hundred times. Wouldn't it be just a little bit of a turn on if she were to walk in and you were naked?" Reggie drank some beer. I thought I could detect some sweat along his hair line. "You'd be standing there and she'd be looking at your naked body. Maybe you'd get hard. She would see your erection. Doesn't that turn you on, just a little bit?" "Charly, that's never going to happen." "Maybe, but it's a fantasy. Think about it. I bet you're getting excited right now. Show me your cock." "Jesus, Charly, you're really crazy tonight." "Just messing with you," I said. "I thought you might like to play a little fantasy mind game." "Not really into that," he said. "But, if you like that shit, how about this? When Nate saw you naked, did you get turned on?" I smiled and looked him straight in the eye. "I was running like a fucking faucet. Why do you think I teased you guys the next night? That night I masturbated and came really, really hard thinking about him seeing me naked at the table. It turned me on, Reggie. It turned me on a lot. Just talking about it now turns me on. My panties are soaked and my nipples are hard as rocks. So, yes, having Nate see me naked turned me on. Stick your hand down my pants and see how turned on I am." Reggie stared at me. I felt he was seeing me for the first time. "Let's fuck," he said. He started to the bedroom. "Hey," I called out. He turned and watched me undress. "Fuck me on the couch." "Really?" I could see his mind working. He was comfortable in the bedroom with the door closed. As I pushed a finger into my pussy, I think I swayed him. In seconds we were on the couch and he was crawling on top of me. "Reggie, go down on me." "I wanna fuck you." "Asshole," I thought. If the world Reggie inhabited didn't include giving women oral, then maybe I should be thinking of moving to a new planet. Right now, though, I was crazy horny. I pushed him off and rolled over. Getting up on my hands and knees, I offered him my backside. "You want this?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck me doggie." "Really? We've never done this before." "Do I have to beg you?" I said looking back over my shoulder. I was shocked as Reggie took hold of my hips and rammed his cock inside in one motion. I cried out. "Did I hurt you? Want me to stop?" he asked. "Jesus, no. Reggie, fuck the shit out of me." I give him credit, he did his best. As we collapsed on the couch, I had to chuckle as Reggie put his tee shirt underneath my dripping pussy. God forbid we should have a stain. In a minute, Reggie said he wanted to clean up. This was another sign that he probably wasn't a wild man when it came to sex. While he was in the bathroom, I cleaned up the living room and carried our clothes into the bedroom. When he exited the bathroom, I took my turn. I knew Reggie did not like to sleep next to me if I was messy. I cleaned my pussy and did a quick douche. I kept a ready supply because of Reggie's uneasiness. I crawled into bed and he held me from behind. I wiggled my butt in his crotch and enjoyed the feeling as his dick pushed against me. "That was, uh, unusual," he said. "It was different, Reggie. That's all. I liked it and, be honest, I think you did, too. You certainly came really hard." He laughed. "Yeah, I did. You are great, Charly." "Maybe next time I'm in that position, you might think about exploring something besides my pussy." "What?" "Do I have to spell it out, Reggie? I'm suggesting we try a little anal." "Now, I know you're kidding me. Would any woman really enjoy that?" "I know one who would like to try," I said and pushed my rear hard into him. He recoiled and pulled away from me. "That's crazy talk, Charly. Let's enjoy what we have." I knew that trying to convince him would only make him more resistant. I wanted to recapture the closeness we felt when he came while we were doing doggie. "Anyway, it was really nice before. I liked doing something different," I said and reached behind to pull his dick closer to me. He fondled my breast and moved tight against me. "Now, think how hot it would have been if Julie were watching." "Jesus, Charly, you know how to kill a buzz." "That's a buzz kill?" "Of course," he said. "How would you feel if I asked Nate to witness what we just did?" "I think it'd be fucking hot." "Sometimes I wonder if I really know you, Charly." Sighing, I said softly, "Sometimes I wonder if you do. Good night." I rolled on my tummy and hoped Reggie would drag me to him. He rolled on his side and I only felt his back against me. *** "This is beginning to sound like a bad porn story," said Hank as I relayed the events of last night. "It's a bad something, I'm afraid." "Charly, do you want to break up with Reggie? Be honest with yourself." "I don't know. I don't think so, well, I'm not sure. It's just that I'd like something more when it comes to sex. Those couple times on the phone with Nate were over the top hot. I came harder with the phone sex than when Reggie and I screwed. I'd like to feel that intensity when Reggie and I are together. I know that sex can't be the only basis for a relationship, but it sure can be an important one. I want more out of sex. Plus, I would really like to try anal." "Honey, now you are speaking my language." We both laughed. Just then a call came in and Hank told me to hold that thought. A pregnant woman was in hard labor when we arrived. She was on the third floor of a walk-up. She was alone when we arrived. A neighbor had called it in, but her English was marginal. The woman in labor's English was very limited. We learned she had not seen a doctor during her pregnancy. Unfortunately, this was all too common with many immigrant women. They had no insurance, little money and a non-existent support system. Hank called it in and we prepared to transport her. With her limited English, she resisted being moved. I asked a firefighter to start banging on doors to see if he could find someone who could translate for us. A few minutes later he returned with a girl who appeared to be about twelve. The woman in labor recognized her. I asked the girl to tell the woman we had to take her to the hospital. As they spoke, the woman became more agitated and kept shaking her head. "What's the problem?" I asked the girl. "She afraid police take her child away and send her back to Mexico." Hank and I exchanged a look. "She has to go. I think the baby is breech," he said. I told the girl to explain to the woman that if we did not get her to the hospital, the baby would die and she might also die. I hated putting that kind of pressure on a young girl, but we had no choice. The girl kept talking. "Tell her we are not the police. We just want to help her." Hank said, "What happens when she gets into the system in the hospital?" "That's a separate problem from saving the baby and keeping her alive." The girl seemed to be getting through to the woman. As I looked closely at her, I could see the pregnant girl was not much older than the girl helping us. I asked the girl if the father of the baby was around. She said he worked a lot. I asked her if she could tell him that the woman would be at Community Hospital. She said she would. We put the woman into a chair to get her down the stairs. After securing her in the vehicle, Hank drove and I called in to say a woman in labor was coming. I communicated that we suspected a breech and asked for a translator. The hospital was accustomed to treating non-English speakers. I was sitting in back with her, trying to calm her as her labor pains intensified. I prayed we'd make it. I felt the ambulance slowing and pulling into the ER. The doors opened and a nurse appeared. Hank and I unloaded her and wheeled her in. The nurse was checking vitals and feeling her stomach. They moved her to a stretcher and that was the last we saw of her. We completed our paperwork and headed back to the station. "Thank god I won't have to go through that," said Hank. "Sometimes I wonder if I want to have kids," I replied. "The pain, the anxiety, the whole works just makes me uneasy." "Makes you think," he said. "I had a friend tell me that after she had her first child, she understood why the sex drive was so powerful. Otherwise, she said, she'd never let a man get near her and get her pregnant again." "Yeah, that old sex drive can be a bitch." Hank looked at me. "Yeah, Charly, it can." I stopped on the way home to pick up a couple of steaks. Grilled steak, garlic mashed and a salad constituted Reggie's favorite meal. This would be our last night for over a week. I also felt bad about how we left things in bed. Too bad Reggie didn't see the thrill of having someone watch us as we had sex or trying new ideas. I thought since he had a case of the hots for my sister that it would get him going. It just served to make me realize that we were drifting farther apart. I made a Caesar salad, marinated the steaks and chilled a six pack of Sam Adams Summer Ale, Reggie's current favorite. When he got home, I would let him relax and I'd do the grilling. I was dumping the chopped potatoes in the pot when Reggie's number popped up on cell. "Hi, babe," I said. "Hey. How you doing?" "Great. Fixing you a special dinner. Steak and everything else you like." "Uh, great." "What's wrong?" "Nothing, really. It's just that I sorta invited Nate over." I had mixed feelings. I wanted to give Reggie a special treat and, yet, the thought of Nate being here made me tingle. "No sweat. Got plenty of everything. Have him come." "You don't mind?" "No. Just remember, I'm going to have a special going away dessert for you later tonight." "Maybe we should skip dinner and get right to dessert." We both laughed. "No, the anticipation will make it all that much better. See you soon, babe." "Love you, Charly." "Me too." I put my phone down and took a deep breath. Did I really love him? Nate arrived first. I greeted him as I usually did with a quick hug and peck on the cheek. My thigh brushed his and I wondered about the thing between his legs. I willed myself to stop my mind from going in that direction. Yeah, that sex drive can be a bitch. After serving Nate a beer, I was fixing a relish tray when Reggie arrived. I greeted him as usual with a deep kiss. He slipped his hands on my ass and pulled me tight as he kissed me back. "I can take like a two hour walk, if you need some time," said Nate. "We're fine," Reggie said and patted my ass. "Get changed," I told Reggie. "I'm going down to start the grill." When I returned Reggie and Nate were chewing on veggies and dip and drinking beer. I smiled and took the steaks out of the fridge to come to room temp. I opened a beer. We stood around in the kitchen. "So, did you ask her yet?" Reggie looked at Nate. "No. Charlotte, I'm going hiking this weekend. Think you might like to tag along?" "Maybe. What's the plan?" "I'd like to traverse the Presidentials in New Hampshire. I figured we could take Reggie to the airport in the morning and then head north. The weather is supposed to be great on Sunday. Have you hiked much?" "Not recently. Will this be a day hike?" Nate took a long pull on his beer. I could see him thinking through something. "I've got a better idea," Nate started. "Why don't we just do Mt. Washington? If you like that, we could think about maybe the three of us doing a traverse in the future. You really should have a little bit more experience and work up some hiking endurance before we do all the peaks. "For Mt. Washington, we wouldn't be in position to start it on Saturday since we'd get there too late. I figure we could stay overnight Saturday and start at daybreak on Sunday. I have a friend who has a cabin in Jefferson that he's offered. We could overnight there and be ready for a morning start. "We'll do a loop and then be close to our car. We probably will want to stay over again since it will be late and I think we'll be beat. We can come back on Monday. Could you swing that with your work?" "Yeah, I said. "I'll call my super now. I have lots of time coming and I think I can get someone to switch with me for Monday. You're off all weekend and Monday?" "Well, I have the weekend off and I'm taking a few days of vacay." "Hmm, maybe I'll take Tuesday off, too," I said. "Then if it's nice maybe we could do another hike on Monday." Nate nodded in agreement. Reggie listed to our exchange. I turned to him. "This sound good to you?" "Sure. It sounds a lot better than sitting in a conference room listening to the latest mix of products in our mutual fund portfolios." I told Nate I was in. I made the calls and everything was set. Dinner went well and Nate left around nine. We made plans for him to come by in the morning. Nate said he would pack all the main necessities. I would bring a backpack with clothes and not much else. After he left, Reggie and I had a pleasant, but not exciting, session of love making in our bed. I tried to steer Reggie down to my pussy, but he resisted. After a healthy dose of a blow job, it was strictly missionary and didn't last all that long. He finally came and rolled off me. Reggie dozed off and I cleaned up in the bathroom. I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror. Smiling, I recalled how much Nate liked my body. I told myself he could look, but not touch. I looked into the mirror and wondered if I were kidding myself. Could I be that close to him and not want him to touch me? Could I let him get that close and still be faithful to Reggie? This could be an interesting weekend. I hoped I ended up with more answers than questions, because right now I was awash in questions and no answer was in sight. As I stared at the woman in the mirror, I wondered if I was being honest with her. Could I really have these thoughts about another man and remain Reggie's girlfriend? Was I betraying Reggie and kidding myself? I recalled an old Eagles song that my mother used to love. I wondered if I could hide my "lying eyes?" Do the Right Thing? ***** (This is the end of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will appear soon.) Let me give a HUGE thank you to HysLit for his great editing. He helped me clear up a number of fuzzy issues in addition to correcting errors. Please be assured that every mistake you may find rests squarely on my shoulders.