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Katie Ch. 01

By: lyrics



Michael wished he had bought a ticket for one of the back rows. He looked at the sea of suits and evening gowns around him and hid his legs under the chair, trying to look inconspicuous in his t-shirt and jeans and failing miserably. He prayed for the show to start so the lights would go off.

His prayers were answered almost immediately. The lights dimmed and the curtain rose to reveal a group of dancers walk in gracefully onto the stage and holding the audience captive with their beauty and poise. The girls were all one more beautiful than the other. Their semi-transparent costume hugging their supple bodies and very elegantly accentuating their curves.

But Michael did not have eyes to spare for them. He was looking at the young woman at the piano. Her hair pulled back in a fierce bun, wearing a black sleeveless button-down evening gown, fingers poised over the piano keys, waiting for the cue to start, her deep blue eyes combing the audience looking for someone. They came to rest on Michael and she smiled. The smile lit up her entire face. Her nose scrunched and her eyes crinkled prettily. 

She was nice-looking enough, but compared to the vision of loveliness that the dancers were, no one in the audience was looking at the pale, averagely pretty looking girl in the corner. 

Except for Michael. He beamed back at his sister, Katie. 

Then she bent down at the piano and started the music.

Michael turned his attention to the stage but his eyes kept flitting back to Katie. As the show progressed, his eyes settled on Katie and his mind wandered.

This was one of the craziest weekends of his life. He thought about how it all started last night. 

_________

When Michael's cell rang that night, it was the worst possible timing. He had in his bedroom right then, the hottest girl in his campus, drunk and naked. 

He considered not picking up, but then looked at it and it said, Katie calling... 

He had to pick this one up.

"Hello", he whispered.

"Michael, hi. Are you busy right now? Can you talk for a couple of minutes?"

"Umm..., he scratched his head and looked at the door behind which his wildest sexual fantasy was unraveling, but Katie sounded desperate. He shot a look full of longing at the door. And said, "Sure Katie, tell me."

"Mike, Derek and I broke up." 

Michael's heart did a huge flip inside him. He tried to sound more upset when he...wasn't. "What? Why", he asked, not caring for the reason at all. 

And Katie proceeded to tell him all about everything that was wrong in the relationship. And not so surprisingly, she was blaming herself more than the *$&%#, as he called Derek in his mind.

Half an hour later, Katie was still talking. Michael was yet to open his mouth. At last Katie took a deep shuddering breath and said, "So I don't know if he's gonna show up at the concert tomorrow. You're still coming right?"

Michael cleared his throat to check if his faculties of speech still functioned and said, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And tell you what, I am going to take you out to dinner after and we can talk about whatever you want. Bitchin about Derek or the Grand Success that was your show, your pick."

What he was really telling her was of course that she had him to fall back on if there was any trouble. That there was safe place for her to go.

"Thanks Mike." She said softly, "I love you." And she hung up.

"I love you too." Said Michael to the dead line and just stood there with the mobile in his hand trying to sort out how he felt. He had always hated Derek, he thought he will be ecstatic when they finally break up. But he had forgotten how painful breakups are. Even the most necessary ones. Oh Katie... He thought.

Then he remembered Claire on in the other room. He scrambled towards the door, almost scared of what he would find. He peeped into the room. And there she was, on his bed, covered up in his blanket. Snoring.

Oh well, he thought, at least I won't have to deal with the yelling tonight.

He walked back to the hall, lowered himself down on the couch and fell asleep.

_______

When he woke up the next morning, Claire was standing in front of him, wearing his bathrobe. For a brief second he imagined what she was wearing underneath.

Decided that he was never going to wash this bathrobe ever. 

And then he remembered last night.

"Claire, listen," he started. He braced himself and hoped that she won't throw anything at him. This was so unfair; he didn't even have time to prepare a proper fake excuse. But if she started yelling early, he thought, he wouldn't have to come up with an excuse at all.

But Claire put her hand on his mouth and said, "shhh... I am sorry I ruined your night by falling asleep. I'd had too much to drink." She giggled. 

He almost fell out of the couch. He didn't dare believe his luck. This was too good to be true...

"But", she loosened the belt on her robe, "I am sober now and I am going to make it up to you for last night." 

...getting better...

And she removed the robe and threw it across the robe. 

...!!

His imagination of what she was wearing underneath the robe did not even come close to the reality. He couldn't have imagined the curve of her shoulders, her pale luminous skin, her small round breasts, her soft and velvet skin stretched across her stomach, the way her slim waist curved into her thighs, and--

He gulped and looked up at her face. She smiled at him seductively and took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

Michael felt a tremor of guilty pleasure go down his spine. He couldn't believe his incredible luck. He was on call for over an hour last night. He blew off this totally hot girl. And instead of being mad at him for it, she thinks it's her fault that she fell asleep. And now she wants to make up for it?? If it was a dream, he didn't want to know.

Once inside, instead of going to the bed, she pushed him up against the wall and pinned him there. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "I have classes early this morning. So we won't be able to continue from where we left last night."

Michael's conscience pricked him slightly, but it was too easy to ignore it in the light of what was promising to turn out to be something incredible.

"But I have something in mind which won't take long." She finished against his ears.

And before he could say anything, she kissed him. It was a rough, demanding kiss. She pried his all-too-willing lips apart with hers. She pulled his tongue into her mouth expertly. Once inside her, she rolled her tongue around his and sucked it hungrily, pushing against his mouth, demanding. 

He was hard within seconds. She was pinned up against him so close that she must have realized it too, for she slid one of her hands down on his body and tugged at his shorts. She broke the kiss, and whispered hoarsely, "Drop your shorts."

They were off in a second. 

She took his hard on in her hand and curled her fingers around the shaft and moaned impressively. Pretend or real, it had the effect of his knees buckling from under him at the sound and she grinned up at him. "Well then," she said, "let's take care of you now."

He started to move towards the bed, but she held him where he was by pinning him against the wall with her naked body.

"We are not going missionary today" she said, and dropped on her knees. Michael gasped, "Claire"

"What? You've never been blown before?"

He nodded yes.

"Well, then do you want me to now or what?"

He nodded again, heartily this time.

"Good." She said and slowly started to lower her mouth. She took his tip into her mouth and he gripped the wall for support as his whole body shivered in pleasure. She still had her hands around his shaft and moved it up and down, while she rolled her tongue around the tip that was inside her mouth.

She then slowly dragged her tongue along shaft. Feeling him shiver in pleasure, she made small biting motions up and down the shaft. She licked him all over with her tongue, and soon his entire prick was glistening with her saliva. Michael felt the thrill of pleasure course through the length of his entire body.

She then slowly took more and more of him inside as her lips moved up his shaft. Michael body bucked and writhed with her every touch. Then she took him inside her mouth completely till he felt he could feel himself inside her throat. She gulped and the feeling of muscles flexing against him almost made him cum right then. She had him completely inside her mouth, with her nose almost touching him. Then she gripped him tight with her lips and dragged it out, hard. 

Michael's body bucked under her expert touch. "Oh Claire, that feels so good."

She kept sliding him out and jerking him with her hands and taking him in completely rolling her tongue around it. She sucked at him hard and he felt the barriers fall away like the nothing against the tidal wave of pleasure.

"I am going to cum." Michael moaned.

"Mmm mmm..." she said. Not taking her mouth off him. She tugged him harder and harder.

He tried to hold on, trying to prolong the pleasure, but soon he couldn't any longer and he came. His body jerked and trembled like it'd never stop. He groaned loudly as the first load spurted out.

Claire took him expertly in her hand and positioned him so that he shot directly into her mouth. As the second load hit her, she took him directly into her throat and starting sucking hard on him with her whole mouth. He could feel his cum spurt out of him and spill into her mouth. She kept swallowing it as fast as it filled her up, moaning inaudibly.

Soon he felt the tide diminish and there were only a few more squirts left. He felt his cock go soft. Claire still kept inside her mouth and sucked at it until the last few drops dribbled out slowly.

Then she let his soft cock fall out of her mouth licked her lips, looked up at him and said, "You taste surprisingly good." And she grinned, there was his cum still sticking on her teeth. 

________

Michael's reverie was interrupted as the audience applauded loudly for something that happened onstage. Michael felt guilty for not having paid attention. He was here after all only for Katie. He tried to pay more attention to the dance on stage. He sneaked a glance at Katie. She was utterly oblivious to whole world now, completely immersed in her music. She was smiling softly to herself and the sight of that made Michael smile. He thought of how beautiful his sister looked and how he never tired of looking at her.

Katie Ch. 01



Katie was my first real girlfriend in college - not the first girl I fell for, not the first I slept with, but the first one to call me her boyfriend. We met officially for the first time about two months in to the second semester of our freshman year, but I had known who she was since sometime in our first semester. I wouldn't have guessed she knew who I was, but it was actually her that initiated our first real contact.

We were in the same Brit Lit seminar as first semester freshmen. The class had about a hundred students in a large, stadium style lecture hall. It wasn't the kind of class where you really get to know anyone. Just about everyone in that class knew who she was, however.

Katie was, quite simply, gorgeous, in that wholesome All American, Jessica Simpson sort of way. Saying that most everyone assumed she was a blonde bimbo would be putting it mildly - "dumb slut" was the more usual term girls who didn't know her threw around. But, as I would later find, she anything but a bimbo or a slut. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Large breasts (a 34D for what it's worth), a firm, but not muscular, build, hips just wide enough to frame a perfect ass, toned but soft looking thighs.

She was taller than girls I usually go for, probably around five seven or five eight - tall enough that when she wore heels we stood eye to eye. At first I fell in to the chorus of guys who derided her as fake looking. Her hair was obviously dyed. Her breasts couldn't be real - too big for her figure. She must spend all day in the gym. I bet she only fucks the football players, and has probably made her way through all the starters by now. The rumor mill was not kind to her. But I'd be willing to bet there wasn't one of them that didn't jerk off at least once that semester to a fantasy of getting in her pants. I know I did.

It was her ass that did it for me. She was a casual dresser, and the first time I can remember seeing her she was wearing cotton running shorts and a tank top. She was always dressed along these lines, sweats or track pants when it got colder, sometimes jeans. All of her bottoms were tight, showing off the round, firm yet soft looking, quality of that perfect ass. They also made it clear that she must be wearing a thong (further evidence to many that she was a slut - this was the late 90's when most college girls did not yet wear thongs regularly).

It was her breasts that did it for many others. While it was still warm she seemed only to wear tank tops, some of which made it obvious that a built in bra could be the only kind she was getting support from. As it grew colder she could usually be seen in v neck t-shirts, sometimes plain old t-shirts, then, disappointingly, usually baggy hooded sweatshirts. The common assumption was that they were fake, but not because they were fake looking - they moved like real breasts, curved away from her chest naturally, and looked very different on days she seemed to be wearing a bra than on days she didn't. Still they were proportioned to her waist like the breasts of a Playboy Bunny, and that was enough proof for most.

But in the end I would find that none of it was true. She was smart and interesting, mostly kept to herself, a far cry from a wild party girl, and never in her life hooked up with a guy she'd met at a party, bar, or anything along those lines. She did, however, I was lucky to discover, love sex. Nymphomaniac would be too strong a word, but only because she could control her desires. She was a serious student, pre-med. Even when we dated, I sometimes wouldn't see her at all during the week, though she did have a few sex toys to get her through these stretches.

I honestly could not believe it when she showed interest in me. I was far from some dorky kid, but she seemed like one of those untouchable beautiful people. It wasn't just her looks, or reputation as one of those slutty popular girls that only fucks the jocks, she was also a Xavier girl. My college had no sororities, but the Xavier house was as close as it gets. It was an all girl's dormitory on the main campus that girls had to apply to get in to. The applications, and subsequent interviews, were conducted by the older residents of the dormitory, as well as the resident advisers and residence hall director - all alumns of Xavier house. The girls were also some of the most desirable to be found on campus, which also made them hated by many, and assumed to be sluts. Few of them were anything close to slutty, but many of them were pretentious bitches. Katie had a little of that side to her, but it rarely showed itself.

As a freshman, Katie didn't actually live in Xavier house yet. She lived in the freshman dorms on the main campus, while I lived in the freshman dorms at the nearby satellite campus. Xavier house itself was near the freshman dorms on the main campus. She had gone to the open house the Xavier girls held in the first week of the spring semester every year, which introduces new candidates to the residence / social club. I would later find out, quite surprisingly, that her motivation for joining was that she had not had an easy time making friends. Because people thought she was a slut, a lot weren't willing to give her a chance. The ones that were lost interest when they found out she wasn't a slut. As was their process, the Xavier girls let her know before the end of January that she had been accepted. There was no pledging or initiation, but they did have frequent activities to help make the new girls a part of the group.

One of these activities was the crush dance. The new freshmen girls would each invite two guys (or sometimes girls) they had a crush on to the dance, and the sophomores would do the same. This was done anonymously, with the invite list posted in the school newspaper and in fliers hung up around campus. Invitations were coveted for two main reasons: it was one of the few parties where there were guaranteed to be at least as many girls as their were guys; and Xavier girls were, for the most part, gorgeous. Most who had never been to one imagined it as one big hookup party, but in reality a lot of the girls gave invites to people who they didn't even really have a crush on - either guy friends they thought could hit it off with other Xavier girls, or girls they were close with that weren't in Xavier. Many of the invitations also went to the boyfriends of the many Xavier girls in serious relationships.

It was actually Joyce that found my name on the list. Adorable little Joyce, my closest friend at school, with whom I'd had a sexual relationship since about a month in to our first semester. I hadn't bothered to check the list, not even really been aware of its publishing, and was shocked when she came up to me with the school paper and said, "I probably shouldn't even show you this, but here."

After a pause she added the question, "You're not going to go to that dumb slut party, are you?"

Things had gotten kind of rocky with us lately. To start with, while our fooling around had gone no further than oral sex for the first three months (save for one drunken incident), we'd started having sex the first week back in January. Things had started to seem more serious, almost too relationship like for both of us. This had meant we both started distancing ourselves from each other, spending less time together, and sometimes only hanging out to fuck. Before this, we were inseparable, and the fooling around had just grown out of hanging out together. To make it all worse, she had been asked out, and said yes, by a guy I didn't really like. I had reacted badly, with some jealousy, and we then had our first fight. The date was coming up on Saturday, the same night as the crush party, and we hadn't so much as kissed since the past Friday, when she had been asked out.

"I don't see why not. I have nothing else to do that night. You're busy, Crystal's boyfriend is around this weekend, and I don't especially feel like just sitting around smoking weed and playing video games with the guys yet again," I told her.

Her lips went tight and she dropped it. We watched a movie and she fell asleep with her head in my lap. The last time that would happen for quite awhile.

At first I was wary of going to the party. It wasn't really my kind of thing, or the kind of thing any of my friends were in to. When we went out, it was to house parties filled with people we knew, or to concerts. This was basically a dance, almost prom like, at a nice bar downtown the Xavier girls had rented out. I'd need to wear a suit, which I actually liked, but I wouldn't know anyone there, and I imagined most of the guys there being the stereotypes of douchey frat guys in college movies.

But then, when I got there, I was instantly thankful I'd come. It was a nice event, with fantastic passed hors d'oeuvres, an open bar of top shelf drinks that everyone was able to order without having to show ID. It was not crowded, and the music was actually good. Mingling proved surprisingly easy. I recognized a couple girls there, who then introduced me to those they came with. Everyone was surprisingly friendly, the kind of friendliness you only get at parties where either everyone knows everyone, or, as in this case, where you've all made an exclusive invite list. The girls weren't wary of any of the boys; we'd all been hand picked by their fellow Xavier girls.

The girls looked incredible. Most of them were gorgeous to begin with, but they were dressed to the nines. The relative comfort the girls felt towards the crowd had removed from them any inhibition towards dressing sexy. These girls were not, by and large, club sluts, so they didn't regularly expose this much flesh in public, and, on this night, they managed to expose it and still look classy. I looked around from backless cocktail dress to plunging necklines held up by spaghetti straps, tight fitting strapless dress, short and flowy dresses, thin materialed dresses that exposed the silhouette of the flesh beneath in the right light, dresses with corset tops, and longer dresses slit so high you could almost see some hip. I could have retreated to the bathroom to jerk off after about ten minutes there.

And then I saw Katie Adams.

She had on a tight black velvet cocktail dress that came down to mid thigh - just high enough that later, when she hoisted herself up into a bar stool, I was treated to a flash of the lace tops of her stockings - with a back so low there was no way she could have a bra on. It was not especially low cut, but the material over the top half of her breasts, plunging down to nearly the bottom of her cleavage in the middle, was a beaded black mesh. She was proudly displaying her breasts for the first time I had seen, and damn they looked perfect. They sat high on her chest, close together, the lines where each met her sternum running nearly parallel before curving near the bottom and disappearing from view beneath the velvet material that screamed out to me to touch it and feel its softness with hers underneath.

I'd been dancing with the friend of a girl I knew from a theatre production when I saw her alone at the bar, facing away from me. Her perfect ass stuck out as she leaned forward to give the bartender her order, probably giving him a great eyeful of cleavage. The song ended just around the time that she spun around and we made eye contact. She smiled at me and the rest of the room melted away.

The girl I was dancing with was cute, and I didn't want to offend her by shuffling off to another girl after we'd just done some rather physical dancing with one another. Luckily for me, she told me she had to run to the bathroom, and did.

I swallowed a gulp of my whiskey and soda for courage and started walking towards Katie.

The first words she said to me when I reached her were, "You know, I was hoping I could finish this drink before you talked to me. You wouldn't believe how nervous I am." There was a hint to her voice that she had already had a few, but not enough to yet be drunk.

"Nervous? What for?" I asked, stupidly.

She blushed and looked slightly down, "I don't know... Well, I mean, I figured I should just tell you I'm the one who put your name on the list. If I didn't you might keep on looking for whoever did and dancing with everyone but me."

"Well," I said, "then I guess I don't need to introduce myself and tell you that I'm Michael Gorman?"

"No, but," she stuck out her hand, "I'm Katie Adams. And is it Mike or Michael."

"I like both ," I grasped her hand, first with just my right hand then clasped my left around it as well, "so whichever you like. But everyone tends to go for the easy one and call me Mike. And I already know who you are."

"I was worried about that. It's rarely a good thing when my undeserved reputation precedes me."

So she knew what people said about her. I tried to brush this off, "Anyway, it's great to meet you."

"Actually, we've already met, but I was betting you wouldn't remember."

"Seriously? Honestly, I can't believe I wouldn't remember meeting you, officially at least. I do remember you from Brit Lit." She blushed again at that last part, and I noticed when she blushed it showed up mottled across her chest. Then I realized I should keep my eyes on her face, and was glad to see she'd been looking down again, so had missed my gawking.

"Well, we met."

"Enlighten me."

"On the bus between the campuses. I was headed to see a friend. You were coming back from a concert. Your eyes were about as bloodshot as eyes get, and half glazed over. You were coming back from a concert, which you very randomly started telling me about. I guess you had gotten separated from your friends and were in a state where you needed to talk to somebody, and I was alone. Then you started talking about Kurosawa films, which I guess was somehow related to the concert, but you didn't really make that connection. You said you were headed to the Hardy stop, but got up suddenly at the dining hall stop and said, 'Oh man, I need a grilled cheese.'"

This time, I blushed, "Ha, that's pretty embarrassing."

"No, it was funny. I thought you were cute. Only it was late enough that the dining hall was not open, so I guess that part could be embarrassing. After that I wanted to talk to you in class, but you never said anything to me, so I got all shy about it. I'm glad to hear it was just because you didn't remember what happened."

"Sorry about that. So this was first semester then? I wonder what concert that was."

"Yeah, early October. You said it was the Jazz Mandolin Project. I'd never heard of them; I'm kind of clueless about good music, but then I checked out their stuff and it's a pretty cool band. Between that and your careless demeanor that night, I guess I sort of figured you were a cool guy. So don't blow it." She gave me a purposeful, mischievous look, to make it obvious she was kidding. She failed to hold as it fell apart into yet another blush and grin.

At this point, I started to realize, wow, this chick really digs me. I grinned and asked her if she needed a refill. We got another round and talked more before I asked her to dance. I was nervous about it in a way I hadn't been with the girls earlier in the night. I'm not a skillful dancer by any means, but I get by. I was hoping that was good enough. Thankfully it was, as she wasn't a great dancer either. She could, however, move in a very sensual way, not grinding really, but a lot of very close contact. She didn't mind when I slipped my hands occasionally down to her ass.

We had another drink and danced some more. I realized during the second round of dancing that I was now feeling a bit drunk, and she must be too. I also realized the contact of her hips against mine and her chest against mine had given me a full fledged erection. It dug into her leg and she smiled. I just hoped I could hide it when we had to break apart, but it wasn't an issue as a faster tempoed song came on and we switched to dancing with less contact.

Suddenly, the lights came up and a voice announced it was last call. She wanted to know if we should get another round, but I said I don't think we need them.

"Do you want to share a cab back to campus?" she asked.

"Sure, but should we wait for any of your friends"

"I don't think so. Just about everyone who hasn't left yet is going to be at the bar pounding shots until they shut it down. I don't feel like sticking around, and I don't need to get puked on in the car."

We went to the coat check and I helped her into her peacoat. We caught a cab right away and shuffled in to the backseat. I told the cabbie where she lived, since that would be where we would reach first, but she said, "Maybe we should both just go back to the same place, then we can just split the fare... My roommate might be around though."

I told her I lived in a single, and it was settled. I told the cabbie of the change of plans

She snuggled up against me, her cheek against my collarbone, her legs towards me, with on of her calves overlapping mine. I looked down and noticed the one leg coming out through the split in her coat. Her dress had ridden up with the angle her leg was at, and bare thigh was visible above the lace top of her stocking. There was a tiny red bow sewn in to the lace, and right above it I could see the garter clipped to the stocking. I couldn't help but rest one hand on her thigh, just below the start of the lace.

She nuzzled in to my neck and I let my hand creep slowly higher, until it hit bare skin. She looked up at me and our eyes met, then our lips. My hand crept even higher as she turned more towards me, and I felt my fingers pass the velvet hem of the dress. I had my hand on her ass and my cock got instantly rock hard as it hit me that she had to be wearing a thong since I'd hit bare ass. With the material of the dress, she could have gotten away with fuller panties, but she clearly was prepared to look sexy with her dress off. I was prepared for this as well.

We broke our kiss off and her head went back to my shoulder. I saw the cabbie watching us in the rearview mirror, but I didn't care. I am usually sexually reserved in front of others, but she had me so turned on I'd have fucked her right there if she'd kept up our making out long enough. It didn't help matters that her hand had come to rest on top of my cock, and she gave it a little squeeze through my pants.

We finally got to my dorm building. The cabbie flashed me the smile of a dirty old man as I paid and we climbed out. Katie adjusted herself and I led her inside, hand on the small of her back.

I barely got the door of my room closed before my back was against it, Katie pressed up against me kissing me with a near desperation. I broke it off and unbuttoned her coat. Casting it aside, I grabbed her by the hips and spun her so that now her back was to the door, and our making out continued. He tongue danced around my lips, avoiding my own tongue at first, then circling it before she seemed to almost suck my tongue into her mouth, darting around it lightly with her own. She swung her thigh up, her calf around my ass, and I heard her shoe hit the floor. I grabbed her by the back of her thigh to steady her and proceeded to kiss along her neck, her ear, back to her neck, firmer now, down to her collarbone.

She smelled very subtly of a sweet, spicy perfume. something like Japanese ginger candies.

She pushed me lightly away, worrying me briefly before she said, "Is there another light in here? The ceiling light is awful bright after a night in a bar." She kicked off the other shoe.

"On the desk," I said. She started to walk towards it, he ass swaying, the soft velvet clinging to it.

After a step or two, she turned her head, not breaking her slow stride, and said, "Why don't you get your suit off and take a seat."




Katie Ch. 01



The shy girl demeanor was gone, and I was perfectly willing to let her be in charge. I walked over to sit in my big leather chair in the corner as she turned on the desk lamp and pointed it towards the white wall, illuminating the whole room nicely. She walked back to the door to turn off the overhead light before turning my way.

She started to put her hair back with an elastic that she seemed to pull out of thin air as she walked towards me. With her arms up like that, even more f her breasts became visible through the mesh, and they swayed hypnotically. I couldn't help but stare.

I was sitting there in just my boxers with probably the biggest erection I have ever had when she reached me. She put her finger to my chin and tilted my head up to meet her eyes. "Like what you see?" she asked.

I could only nod slowly as she lowered her head to kiss me. She then straightened turned around, "How about you unzip me then?" She said, turning to look over her shoulder. I let my hands trace slowly up her thighs and across her ass, for the first time getting a good feel of its immaculate softness. The I pulled the zipper down.

She pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and turned back to face me, she kept her arm across her breasts, pinning the dress in place, and seemed for a second unsure which side of her to let me see bare first. She turned back away from me and let the dress drop. Her right side was still slightly towards me, and I caught a glimpse of the side of her breast, even fuller than I'd expected. She bent over to push the dress down, wiggling her now bare ass cheeks in the process, the whole side of her right breast and nipple coming in to view in the process.

She wore a simple black lace garter belt that sat low, across the top of her ass, just barely above her g-string. Her panties had a thin t back, nothing more than straps. She bent enough that I could see where the strap that divided her ass cheeks widened out to cover her vulva, and the material there was a black sheer mesh with a pattern of small black velvet hearts. The panties had a cotton liner over the vulva that obstructed her sex from view.

I couldn't sit still anymore. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her from behind, one across the bottom of her stomach and one across her breasts. As I leaned my head down to kiss her neck I realized that I was actually a few inches taller than her, though we'd been eye to eye when dancing, her in heels.

My left hand played across her right breast, the middle finger circling around her areola then across the nipple. I squeezed the nipple between my index and middle finger and pushed her whole breast gently up and in, letting her nipple slide out from between my fingers before the others dragged across it, squeezing her whole breast lightly in my palm in the process. They were spectacular. Soft and heavy, more than filling my hand, the excess not a waste by any stretch, they had a natural gravity to them with a slight fold at the bottom, giving them more movement.

The manipulation of her breast elicited a soft moan that grew in magnitude the more pressure I put on her nipples. I squeezed her whole breast a bit harder, but it then felt oddly firm so I switched breasts and went back to the initial gentle squeeze I had used. The liquor had clouded my mind enough at this point that I thought nothing more of it.

She pressed her ass back against me and reached back to run her fingers through my hair at the back of my head, pressing me more into her neck, which I then began to suck on more. The hand that was not busy with her breasts had been drawing gentle circles around her navel and across her whole lower abdomen, lightly tracing the top of her panties, moving back up to just below her breasts.

She turned her head more towards me and pulled me in for a firm kiss, her tongue resuming its quiet exploration of my mouth. At this, and her ass pressing against my erection, I flattened the palm of the hand on her stomach and pushed her firmly back against me. I let my hand slide down and past the top of her panties now, before I quickly felt her hand grab my wrist, stopping me.

She spun around, grabbing me by both wrists now and kissing me hard before pushing me down on to the chair. Her shy grin returned and I thought I saw a slight blush in the dim light. This was the first good look I got at her front, and I tried to savor every detail, wishing these seconds could stretch on forever.

She had that classic hourglass shape, starting with her large breasts, which sat near each other, leaving a thin channel of cleavage, with little curvature in towards the middle, gently sloped tops leading down to perky nipples with a slight upward point, each a deep rose color, each breast with a full heavy bottom curving around and out to the sides which filled her narrow ribcage to the edge, the outer curve nearly meeting the armpit.

Her torso tapered down to a thin waist across a toned stomach that looked firm and flat but had no visible muscle definition, then flared out across hips that looked like the perfect frame for her masterpiece of an ass. Her garters led down from a belt to her thick thighs - not thick in any fat sort of sense, they didn't even meet in the middle - thick in a feminine, athletic way, clad in stockings I couldn't wait to peel off.

The cotton panel of her panties that had obstructed my view of her vulva previously ended just below the beginning of the cleft of her sex, so that the top of it was visible through the mesh. Above that, and only above that, was an inch thick strip of dark which had not been trimmed short, the rest of her pubic hair waxed off in a preparatory trip to the salon she had taken with her friends the day before. This was in the time just before pubic hair removal really caught on, and I counted myself lucky to see that she shared my preference for it. She couldn't have been more perfect and I couldn't have been more turned on.

I took this all in briefly before she leaned forward to kiss me, still standing, her breasts hanging pendulously, pushed together between her arms, which pinned my wrists down against the chair. The swayed slightly and once again I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Our lips met briefly and she broke the kiss off, leaning back slightly.

"Listen," she leaned forward and kissed just below my earlobe, then whispered to me with her lips pressed against my ear, the flowing ease of slight drunkeness coating her words, "I hate to be a drag but you can't put your hand in my panties. And we can't fuck. It's not the best week of the month for that, and I don't want the first time we sleep together to be memorable for the stains it left on your chair."

I might have been a little taken aback if she hadn't climbed on top of me, straddling my lap with her soft, perfect thighs. I moved my hands, now freed, back to grab her ass with both hands and pull her into me, her crotch grinding against my penis through my boxers. Her hands had moved to my shoulders, then a little down my back, then one on my neck and one on my head. She pulled my face into her cleavage, and I was surrounded by soft warmth.

"We can still have a lot of fun though," she said, leaning her head back and giving a slight moan as my trail of kisses hit her nipple. I sucked hard, moving one hand from her ass across her waist and up to the other nipple. Her moaning again grew to a more insistent, "Mmmmmm."

I moved from one breast to the other, switching hands to massage the breast that was not getting attention from my tongue. My other hand was now busy massaging the small of her back, just at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, which caused her hips to writhe rhythmically, grinding against my cock.

Suddenly she grabbed along my jaw with both hands to tilt my face up to kiss her. She did so with even more intensity than before. She also shifted back slightly, and I could not longer reach her ass. I began to run one hand along her inner thigh and touched her cheek with the other. Her hand reached down through the space she had made to find the fly of my boxers.

As she pulled my cock out, stroking softly up and down the shaft, she broke off our kiss. "My, my, what have we here? Oh, Michael, if I had known you were hiding this the whole year I think I would have been able to work up the courage to ask you out sooner," she said, a mischievous grin across her face to match the playful sarcasm of her tone.

For the record, my penis is hardly huge, but I had no reason not to believe her when she later told me that, of the eight she had seen to that point in her life, it was the biggest by quite a bit. It is also bigger than the dildo I would find out later that she had then. I'm well above average at a bit over seven inches long, and pretty thick, thick enough that her petite hands barely wrapped around my girth. Big enough that most girls at that age had not had a bigger one, but not porn star big.

She resumed kissing me, pressing her chest against mine, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest, her hand still stroking softly up and down my shaft. This time, when she broke off her kiss, she looked around quickly, and stood up without explanation. Walking away she said simply, "Now might be a good time to get those boxers off." She was walking towards my bed, and I almost got up to follow her as I slid my underwear off. I was too distracted by watching the sway of her ass, admiring the incredible sexiness those stockings created, realizing maybe it was better to leave the garters on and enjoy the view. She grabbed a pillow and came back over and I got lost in the sight of the front of her, alternating between her breasts and the landing strip visible through delicate mesh up to her beautiful face with a look of hunger.

She threw the pillow down at my feet and knelt to the floor. She began to kiss her way up from my knees, her breasts dragging along the tops of my thighs. She kissed past my penis, close enough to it that it brushed against her cheek, the soft hairs in front of her ear tickling the head. She then sat back to take it all in, turning me on even more by admiring my penis.

"You have a beautiful cock," she said, this time not talking about the size. Her hand crept up my thigh to take hold of it, squeezing now, not stroking. Then her fingers traced down the underside of my penis to my scrotum. "And I love that you shave your balls, I didn't know guys did that." I keep the rest of my pubic hair neat, but that didn't get a comment.

She leaned in and kissed my balls, then gently flicked her tongue across them, he hand returning to my shaft. She kissed her way up the shaft, holding the other side of my penis in her palm to push it against her lips. Between kisses she dragged her lips across my penis, or turned her mouth away and let it slide across her cheek. She took her time getting to the head.

Once she got there her tongue, flat, soft, and warm, dragged across the ridge of the bottom of the head. Then she licked down the sensitive line from the head to about a third of the way down the shaft and took her lips off again. "The size is definitely good, but I'm not sure I'll be able to fit it in my mouth," her commentary continued.

Then it was back to licking. Her tongue danced across the sensitive area where the shaft meets the head, first out of the mouth, then her lips closed around the space just below the head, sucking and circling her tongue. She continued this, inching up onto the head at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Finally, she reached the top. She took just the head in her mouth, continuing the suck and tongue swirl maneuver. Her tongue came to a rest on the underside, and started a more in and out motion. Then she began to move her mouth up and down, just the head and a little below it at first. Her fist closed around the shaft below and pumped slowly. Bit by bit she took in more and more.

After about a couple minutes of this, I was near the end. The whole night had been one huge turn on and, great as this blowjob was, I wanted the end that was fast approaching. She'd worked up to half my penis pumping in and out. Her fist was no longer pumping as she was running out of room for it, but she was still holding my penis, guiding it with her fist.

"I'm getting close," I let her know.

Suddenly, she went from half of my penis passing in and out, to about three quarters, then her lips hit balls on the next downstroke, and she had to take her hand away.

"I'm coming," I cried out, just before I did, after the third time she got all of me in her mouth. I had never had a girl even be able to fit half, and the sensation of this was amazing.

She expertly gave two more quick in and outs, then focused on the top third of the penis, sucking me dry and once again pumping with her fist. I collapsed back in the chair. . She climbed on to me and curled up with me. We kissed, and I told her she was amazing.

She smiled and blushed, back to the shy girl now that the fooling around was over. "I guess I could fit it," she said, proudly.

"I didn't know you meant the whole thing," I told her, eliciting another shy smile.

"Well, now you know. And now you owe me one."

I couldn't believe this situation. Gorgeous girl, totally in to me, obviously loves cock, and an expert at handling them.

Happy and exhausted, we slipped off to bed. I stayed naked and she slipped off her garter belt and stockings to just sleep in panties. My room was right next to the furnace room, so it was always pretty hot. We draped my comforter over just the middle of us and fell asleep spooning. I would wake up twice in the night, my rock hard cock nestled between the cheeks of that perfect ass, and she felt me stir. She wiggled against my erection before spinning me around and giving me an expert handjob.

The third time I woke, around ten in the morning, she was gone. She'd left her dress, stockings, and garter belt for me, and taken a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie. There was a note taped to my computer monitor:

"Michael - Busy few days coming up, but let's meet up Thursday maybe. IM me. I added myself to your buddy list. [heart] Katie"



Katie Ch. 01



Chapter One: Stationery

Work was moving slowly. He had plenty on his plate but it didn't really seem to be going anywhere. He was constantly distracted.

Perhaps it was the construction site across the road or the strange smell coming from the kitchen or even his concern that he hadn't locked his front door before he left that morning -- these would distract anyone. The more likely cause, he had recently determined, was the new secretary. She had started a few weeks ago and it was about his time that his work had come to a grinding halt. He'd also noticed that she featured in his dreams a lot more than Robyn, the previous secretary had - granted Robyn was 65 and had only given up the job after she discovered her love for alpaca farming. He certainly wouldn't like to see Robyn jump out of a cake in nothing but a pair of panties like Katie did in this dream the other night.

Katie, on the other hand, was 24 with looks that could kill. Her long blonde hair hung in loose curls framing her stunning face - big blue eyes with long lashes, a cute little nose and pouty red lips.

Her figure was breathtaking. Her shapely long legs were greeted by a perfect behind that screamed "spank me, kiss me, grab me." Particularly in the tight trousers and little skirts she seemed to wear.

It was her breasts, however, that most often caught his attention. To describe them as big was an understatement. How they stayed in the tight blouses she wore every day was beyond him. They seemed to bounce and jiggle every time she moved or spoke.

Today it was raining and she was wearing a tight, white blouse and a skirt that about a third the length of her thigh. He had been the only one in the office that morning trying to catch up on his work. He saw her walk in with her blouse soaked through and simply go about her day. She obviously hadn't realised that he could see her light pink bra through the translucent fabric.

As he thought back over the morning, he realised that this was probably the point at which the wheels had come off his plan to progress at least one project.

He looked down at his note pad and saw that he had been subconsciously scribbling doodles over the page so long that his pen had ran out of ink. As he looked around he noticed Katie heading to the hallway and thought he might as well get some new pens from the stationery room whilst taking the opportunity to enjoy the "sights of the office".

As he entered the hallway he couldn't see her anywhere but since was up he figured he might as well get his pens anyway. As he approached the stationery room he saw that the door was open and bent over some boxes was Katie, her perfect ass and pink g-string in full view. He felt his pants instantly become tighter and decided to wait to get the pens so that he could take in the glorious sight in front of him.

After a few minutes, Katie turned around, "oh, sorry. I was just trying to tidy up a bit but I've finished now. Can I help you find something?"

"I'm just after some pens," he replied, hoping she didn't notice the bulge in his trousers.

"Sure," she replied, "there's all sorts of them over there. Take your pick."

And with that she got up and walked out of the room.

He started looking at the pens but as he was about to take a box he felt a hand grab the front of his trousers and grab his raging erection.

"Oh, somebody's excited," a husky voice whispered in his ear.

He turned around and there was Katie, stroking his cock through the fabric of the trousers.

"I've seen the way you look at me, George. Do you like what you see?"

"I certainly do," he replied with some hesitation at first. "To be honest, it's affecting my work."

"Well, then we'll see what we can do about that."

She then bent down and licked the front of his trousers and then, after getting to her knees, proceeded to slowly, excruciatingly slowly, undo his belt and trouser front and pull his throbbing penis out of his underwear.

"What do we have here?" she asked as she stroked his shaft and licked its head.

He was beside himself. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't yet another fantastic dream.

After a while she wrapped her luscious lips around his cock head and proceeded to work her way down then up the shaft each time going a little bit further down, all the while stroking his hard, wet dick. Eventually, after a few minutes, she had let go was deep throating his whole cock over and over again.

She had grabbed his buttocks and was shoving his cock almost violently as deep as it would go down her throat over and over again. It was as though she wanted more and more every time and no matter how much she got.

As she did this he looked down and could see her massive breasts press against his thighs. It was breathtaking as he looked down at the enormous mammaries, the nipples covered the pink bra that he'd seen through the blouse that morning.

He moaned as he felt her mouth and tongue on his dick.

She was interspersing the deep throating with periods of vigorous stroking whilst she sucked the head and licked the shaft up and down. The jerking motion had caused a few more blouse buttons to pop loose and her bra to slip down so that he could see a hint of one areola. She was clearly turned on by sucking his cock -- her nipples looked rock hard through the blouse.

As began moaning lower she, still jerking his dick, looked up and said, "are you going to come?" as saliva dribbled down her chin.

"Oh, yeah," he managed to gasp out.

"Well," she replied, stopping jerking, "you're going to buy me to dinner first."

And with that she let go of his dick, got to her feet, adjusted her bra, buttoned up her blouse and walked to the door.

She pressed her breasts against the side of the stationery room door and bent one of her slender legs up at knee and with a sexy look on her face she instructed him "meet me at 8 at Rascals' down the street. We'll see where things go. You treat me and then we'll see if I can find a way to treat you."

She was gone and George just stood there with his trousers around his ankles, his erection refusing to fade and the bluest balls he had ever experienced.



Katie Ch. 02



After I got up and saw Katie's note, I went to grab some food from the dining hall. 

When I got back to my room, I signed on the instant messenger to see if she was on. She had an away message up, but I decided to message her anyway.

michaeldgorman: hey, i had a great time last night, thanks for inviting me, and i'd love to see you again thursday night

Her away message flashed back.

KatieKat: At the lab all day, leave me some love :*

After getting a bit of my reading done for poetry class, lack of sleep caught up to me, and I decided taking a nap was in order. It was dusk when I woke up, and the overhead lights of my room were on. It took me a moment to notice Joyce was sitting in my leather chair, reading one of my books and smoking a joint.

She notice me getting up and flashed me a grin, "Mornin' sleepy. Rough night?"

"Not really. I was up for awhile before." I paused. "So... what's up?"

"Nothing really. You know."

"No, I mean, not that it's not nice to see you, but what are you doing here?" I asked.

"What?" She looked sort of shocked.

"I just mean, you've kind of been giving me the cold shoulder for the last week. I'm just surprised to see you, acting like everything is back to normal."

"I haven't been giving you the cold shoulder. I've just been busy," she said, looking away, her lie obvious. Then she looked at me with a sort of smug look, "And I guess you forgot Crystal's boyfriend is around for the weekend?"

"Oh. No. But hasn't he been around all weekend?"

"Yeah. I slept in Stephanie's room, but her girlfriend came over a little while ago, so I left to give them time alone. Dave is leaving in a few hours, so I needed somewhere to hang out until then. Listen, if you're uncomfortable about this, I'll leave."

I was a little uncomfortable, but I knew it was stupid to be. We were just friends. Nothing had changed, except that we weren't fucking anymore.

"No," I said, "forget it. I was just surprised to see you. That's all. I'd love to have the company." Then I added, "You gonna pass that or what?"

She smiled, passed me the joint, and asked, "You want to grab some dinner after this?"

"Sure. Why not?" I inhaled, and exhaled. "How was your date?" I passed it back

"Eh, alright." She sort of shrugged. "I don't know if I really like him. But we're going out again this week." She took a hit, then laid it in the ashtray.

"I see."

"I actually came by here after I got back last night, but you were still out. We made out for awhile and man was I turned on. But, like I said, I'm not sure if I like him enough. You know? Even though I was pretty drunk. So I asked him to walk me home and I thought maybe you could help me out with the sexual frustration..." She let that hang in the air.

"That's probably not the best idea," I finally said.

"I know, but I was drunk and it seemed like the easy solution." She sighed, frustratedly. "Now this next time I bet I'll end up doing more with him than I want to, just because I'm going to be so horny by then. I'm not cut out for this chastity thing." She was gesturing with her hands, as if to clarify. "Steph told me to get a vibrator. Ha. Anyway, how was the dance?" She asked, a little condescension in her voice.

I let the condescending tone slide, because a week ago I might have had the same attitude about it. "It was actually really fun. Those girls aren't like you think."

"I'm sure. So who was the mystery girl?"

"The one who put my name on the list? Katie Adams." Just saying her name stirred my cock. But Joyce gave me a blank look. "You've probably seen her around campus. Blonde, gorgeous, maybe like five eight." I paused again, still no recognition. "Big tits. Not the kindest reputation."

Recognition dawned. "That blonde chick with the fake tits?" She looked a little shocked. "Did you hook up with her?"

"They're not fake. I should know."

"Oh my God! You fucked her?" she exclaimed.

"So what if I did?"

"So nothing." She looked like she didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed. "She just doesn't seem like your type."

"I don't have a type. She's cute, and nice, and in to me. That's my type."

Her face settled on annoyed. Or trying hard not to look annoyed.

In a way, I understood how she felt. Joyce was Katie's opposite. Short, petite, small breasts. A dark haired, dark skinned Southeast Asian. She was, like most of my friends, somewhat Bohemian, in terms of style and attitude. It wasn't too different from how I felt about the fact that she had gone on a date with a guy I considered to be a meathead.

"Well, let's just go to the dining hall." She didn't seem to be taking it too seriously at least.

Once there we ran into Crystal and her boyfriend, Dave. They were eating and then Dave was hitting the road. I though of him as a meathead too, and never understood what Crystal saw in him. It made for an awkward meal, and Joyce headed back to her own room when it was over.

Any negative feelings over this were quickly washed away as I came back to find messages waiting for me from Katie.

KatieKat: Hey! I had a great time too ;)

KatieKat: I wish I was free sooner but midterms are coming up

KatieKat: Can't wait for Thursday!

Only a few minutes had gone by since that last message, and I debated with myself whether or not to message her back again. After a minute, desire for the reassurance of more words from her won out.

michaeldgorman: hey

michaeldgorman: sorry i wasn't awake to say goodbye

michaeldgorman: as i'm sure you could tell, i'm a very talented sleeper

KatieKat: lol, I don't know about that, you didn't seem to sleep through the night very well

michaeldgorman: can't blame me for that, it took world class talent to even fall asleep to start with

KatieKat: Sure, if by "talent" you mean "whiskey"

michaeldgorman: ha, well, i'm glad you had a good time

michaeldgorman: hopefully by thursday i'll be able to show you the good time you showed me

KatieKat: I'm counting on it

KatieKat: You do owe me, after all

michaeldgorman: well, it seems the first of the many things i owe you is a nice night out

michaeldgorman: after all, your invitation got me in to an open bar, with great food

michaeldgorman: so maybe thursday i can take you out?

KatieKat: I'd love that :)

michaeldgorman: any preference on where?

KatieKat: Surprise me

KatieKat: Somewhere not too far away though

KatieKat: You know, in case we need to make a quick escape

michaeldgorman: okay, i'm an adventurous eater though

michaeldgorman: so is there any kind of food you don't like?

KatieKat: No, I'm not too hard to please

KatieKat: As long as that's not the only kind of eater you are

It's not too often a girl is able to leave me at a loss for words with sexual innuendo. Katie apparently was not shy online, unless it was just that she was growing more comfortable with me. Either way, I could think of nothing to say back before she sent another message.

KatieKat: Anyway, I should get back to writing up my lab results

KatieKat: Great hearing from you!

KatieKat: See you Thursday! :*

michaeldgorman: farewell love

(Yeah, I know my last line was cheesy goodbye. Give me a break. I was 19. Thankfully, she was also too young to recognize how cheesy it was.)

The week crawled by until Thursday, and I was surprised not to hear from her again until Wednesday.

When I got back from classes Wednesday I found this message on my computer.

KatieKat: Tomorrow night at 7 at the T stop?

KatieKat: Call me if that's no good, 617-[***-****]

KatieKat: Can't wait to see you :*

I had decided on a sushi place a few stops out on the T, so her plan to meet there was perfect.

Unlike the previous week when I'd thrown on my suit rather carelessly, when Thursday evening rolled around, I couldn't decide what to wear, whether to put on cologne, whether to shave, and so on. I found myself staring in the mirror to reassure myself that I shouldn't be so nervous. Not five days ago, this girl had your whole dick down her throat, I told myself, grinning stupidly back at my reflection. Of course she likes you. It helped somewhat, and I pulled myself together just in time to head out.

A bus ride and short walk later I was at the T. I was two minutes late, but she was even later. I stood there in the cold waiting for her to show. Ten minutes past seven I saw her approaching. She had on the same peacoat as the Saturday before, but this time was wearing jeans. I sighed in relief at this, as I had also eventually decided on jeans. As she got closer I could see that instead of heels she wore boots, though the boots had substantial heels. As she approached, I stepped towards her and we embraced, kissing quickly on the lips.

We climbed on to the T and I payed both our fares. Thankfully it was waiting there to leave, so we didn't have to stand around in the cold. The weather had actually improved some, but it was a typically windy March.

Once seated, I told her where we were going.

"You know," she said. "I've never actually tried sushi."

"Oh. Well. Don't worry. It's not actually as strange as people imagine. But if you don't want to try it, sushi places always have plenty of other Japanese dishes," I reassured her, needlessly, as it would turn out.

"No, I'd love to try it. It's just that, coming from the upper Midwest, you don't see much food that's not the All-American variety. And you don't see much fish that isn't fresh from a nearby brook, or frozen in breading in the supermarket."

We spend the rest of the ride talking about how she was from Michigan, and what her parents did there. I wasn't too surprised to find out that they were rather successful, nor that she was a Germanic Midwesterner.

We got to our stop and it was a very short walk to the sushi bar.

Once inside, it couldn't have gone more smoothly. We kept up the talk of where we were from, what we were doing in college, the basic, introductory first date stuff, mixed with the basic, what's your major freshmen in college sort of stuff. I had picked the place knowing they didn't card, that the waitresses couldn't really read enough English to card even if they wanted to. We ordered some hot sake and some plum wine, and Katie loved them both.

After appetizers, various kinds of sushi, and a shared noodle dish, it was obvious that everything was going perfectly. She'd been impressed by my food knowledge, and I'd taught her, at least somewhat successfully, how to use chopsticks.

As we got to dessert, the conversation drifted to past relationships.

"So," she said, "have you had a lot of girlfriends?"

"Not really. I mean, just two I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yeah. I mean, There were other girls I had relationships with, but just two real girlfriends."

"Tell me about them."

"Well," I said, "I guess I was sort of a late bloomer. I didn't even kiss a girl until I was sixteen. But we slept together less than three months after that, so I made up ground fast."

"Ooh. A girl you went to school with?"

"No. She went to the other high school in town, and was a year older. I actually knew her because of my neighbor. I grew up in a row house neighborhood. You know row houses?" This drew a blank look. "They're like, these houses all built side by side with shared walls, and your back decks are all connected in these rows of four or five. And this kid in the one next to mine, he was three years older, was like a big brother to me growing up. We were best friends until I was eleven or twelve, when he'd hit puberty and I hadn't. But he started dating this girl, Melissa. And they dated for a long time. Eventually they started fucking, and I could hear them through the thin wall between his bedroom and mine. A lot of my early masturbation was to the sounds of the two of them.

"Then, by the time I was a sophomore, he'd left for college and they were broken up. But, from the three of us hanging out over the years, she and I had grown close. She kept coming around, and, eventually, I came to fill the void Brian had left for her. Our first kiss was New Year's Eve 1996. She was my first everything. We progressed slowly at first, but soon we were fucking every day. My mother wasn't around much; she was a nurse that worked the evening shift.

"Anyway, Melissa dumped me at the end of my sophomore year. There were some other girls, just friends, I fooled around with in the next year and a half, but just one other girlfriend. She was a junior and I was a senior. We started going out around the start of 1998. Then we broke up when we talked about what would happen when I left for college. But our physical relationship continued until I left, and actually even again over Christmas break."

"So how many girls have you actually had sex with?"

"Four. The two in high school and two here. Then there were another two girls in high school I did everything with but have sex." She was eating all this up. As I'd come to find, she loved to talk about sex. "How about you? You must have been the girl everyone in high school was after."

She blushed. "Well only two actual boyfriends. The first one was two years older than me, and we dated for all of freshman and sophomore year. I lost my virginity to him. The other one I dated for most of senior year." She leaned over the table a little to say quieter, "He couldn't make me come though. So it didn't work out." It was hard not to stare down at her cleavage.

"That's too bad." I was starting to get really turned on, and decided to push things a little further. "If you don't mind my saying, though, based on last Saturday night, you must have more experience than just those two guys."

She blushed again, deeper this time, and I looked down to her cleavage to see that it had spread there too. She giggled a little, "Yeah, well, there were a few other guys I hooked up with. No one random. Always guys I knew, often after a date." Then she leaned in again to add in a near whisper. "You're the eighth guy I've seen naked. Only one other was here at school though. This guy I went on a few dates with. Only the third guy I ever slept with. I thought it would get serious but he ended up being a bit of a jerk."

"That's too bad."

"I guess so. So were you sleeping with that girl Joyce?" she quickly changed the topic.

I was sort of surprised she knew about Joyce, even knew who Joyce was, but I said, "Yeah, but we were just friends. It was a mutual need kind of thing. And, I guess, a learning kind of thing."

"Well," she finished the last shot of sake, and dessert had been finished while we talked, "maybe we should get going then, and you can put what you learned to good use."

We left and headed back on the T and talked some more about relationships, some whispered comments about sex. We were halfway back when the trolley lurched to a stop and I suddenly realized I had gotten drunk without even realizing it. But Katie was still talking and seemed remarkably lucid and I just smiled and suddenly kissed her while she was in the middle of a sentence.

She just smiled and looked down.

"I'm really glad we did this," I told her. "You're so easy to talk to."

"Well. I'm glad we did this too. You're so easy to listen to." She smiled again and I was in love. "Where are we going anyway?" She asked.

"Let's just go back to my place. I bought some wine," I told her, "and my room is good for privacy."

We went back to our meaningless but easy talk for the final minutes of the trolley ride, then the bus ride to my dorm, and came back to my room.

"Oh, my," she exclaimed as we walked through the door. "It is so warm in your room."

"Yeah," I said, "the furnace is just next door. I actually have the valves shut on my radiator, but those pipes overhead," I pointed up to the dozen or so pipes across my ceiling," are the steam for everyone else's radiators. They're hot enough that it's always a sauna in here."

"Well, it's quite nice. But I need you to point me towards the bathroom."

I pointed to the door across from my futon. "Well, that's my private bathroom."

She gave me an incredulous look. "They gave you a single and a private bathroom?"

"Not really," I explained, "the bathroom has a door out into the hall too. But it's just a single toilet, and a bathtub, and a shower, so no one else really uses it, and the door out into the hall locks."

"You are one lucky boy," she smiled and walked through to the bathroom.

While she was gone I opened the wine and poured two glasses. I set them down on my desk, which was perpendicular to my futon. My room was narrow, being a single, but against one wall I'd managed to fit my bed and television, against the perpendicular wall was my desk, and against the wall across from the bed was my futon and door to the bathroom, with the door in to the room and my leather chair on the wall across from the desk.

She came back in the room and, standing, picked up her wine, I took a moment to drink her in. She was dressed in jeans and a tight v-neck sweater, the kind that makes large breasted girls irresistible. But after she swirled her wine and then sipped it, she reached down to pull her sweater off, with the excuse that it was too hot in here. She was wearing a skimpy tank top that didn't quite make it to the top of her low slung jeans. The site of the thin band of her belly between her jeans and tank top was, to me, right then, the most tantalizing of sights.

She picked her wine up and sat facing me on the futon. I took up my glass and we both drank. Worldlessly, I took her glass and set it back down, along with my own. Then, suddenly, we were kissing.

After a moment, she stood, mumbling something about how hot it was, and pushed her jeans down to the floor. Underneath she wore a pair of stretch lace boyshorts. She came back down to the futon but, instead of sitting, was climbing on top of me, pushing me down so that I was on my back.

Cautiously at first, my hands made their way to her back, then one slid down to her ass, half of which the boyshorts left bare. I grabbed it tight, pulling her into me. It was so perfect. Soft, yielding, yet firm, tight.

My hand crept up to her waist and I moved her against the back of the futon, so that we were facing each other on our sides. My right arm was under her head and reach around to just below her armpit on her right side, while my left arm still grabbed her right buttock, that perfectly formed muscle, which made her draw her leg up over my hips and around my ass, pulling my crotch harder in to her.

Her left arm was pinned, but her right hand explored my back, or the back of my head, as her tongue explored my mouth.

After a few minutes of this I stood and pull off my jeans, then my shirt, standing there in just my boxes. I turned off the room lights, though the windows up above my desk, high above, as my room was in the basement, still let in enough light to see quite clearly. She stared at me with a look of lust.

I came back over to her, but she sat up and reached for her wine. After grabbing it, she passed me my own.

We finished them quickly, and, after setting them down again, I started to kiss down her neck. She held the back of my head, then I moved across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. I moved one hand up to hold one of her breasts. I it was the first good feel of them I got that night, though I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. My hand instantly reminded me of their soft perfection, the perfect weight of one in my hand.

I skipped over her clothed breasts with my mouth and pushed her shirt up, exposing her belly. I kissed all around it, around her belly button, over to her sides, which tickled her, eliciting cute little laughs and a jerking of her hips. She still held my head which I lifted up to look in her eyes.

I moved my mouth back down the middle of her abdomen, coming to the top of her panties. Pushing the top down, I planted a kiss on the top of her landing strip of pubic hair.




Katie Ch. 02



Author's note

I know this chapter has been long overdue, but I have already started writing the next chapters. I thank you all for your patience and, promise to put them up them without big delays again.

I'd like to thank everyone who had voted, posted comments and sent me feedback on Katie Ch.01

Kudos to 0_brooks for the amazing editing job, and a huge personal thank you for helping me through the long dark period of writer's block!

This is only my third story on Lit and I would love to get feedback on what I am doing right and what I need to work on, so if you like it, love it or hate it, do drop a line.

*All characters in the story are above 18 years of age*

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Michael refused to acknowledge what he just heard.

"How is it different Michael?" Katie demanded. "I used to give you baths when mum was working all the time. You've woken me up so many times in the middle of the night because you had to pee and you were afraid to go to the bathroom alone."

'This is different!!' Michael thought 'Messing around with his sister to help him cum is NOT just like holding his hand when he was afraid to pee in the dark.'

"I was not afraid to go to bathroom alone," Michael said hotly in wounded pride.

"Yes you were," Katie said patiently. "You were afraid of the dark."

Michael sulked at the memory.

"This is just like that," she reasoned.

It was a little weird, Katie bringing up his childhood bathroom habits into the sex discussion they were having. Then he realized what was even more weird was that he was having this discussion with her at all.

'Oh God,' he thought, 'this wouldn't have happened if he had remembered that Katie lived with him now.

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At the end of the concert, Mike waited with a large bunch of flowers in hand at the entrance to the backstage. He peeped in and saw a crowd of people congratulating each other on the success of the show.

He glimpsed Katie standing at the end of the room talking to an old lady. As he stepped closer to them, he could hear snatches of their conversation.

"...really enjoyed the show. You have come a long way..."

Mike smiled with pride in spite of himself.

Katie was talking. "...know how much I love..."

As Michael reached Katie, the lady laid a peck on her cheek, smiled at him and walked away.

"You were awesome out there today sis."

Michael held out the flowers for her, and she glowed.

"Oh Michael, you shouldn't have," she said, taking the flowers anyway, her face betraying the pleasure she felt.

He looked at her carefully. She didn't look like she was going to cry. "So where do you wanna go for dinner?" Michael asked.

Katie's smile faltered. "Actually, Michael, there was something I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?" asked Michael, concern evident in his voice.

Katie stepped away from the dresser she was standing in front of and Michael saw what was underneath it.

Moving boxes, containing from the looks of it, everything Katie owned, boxed up, ready to go.

And as they drove back to Michael's apartment, Katie had nervously asked, "Are you sure it's all right? Wouldn't your roommate mind?"

Michael just looked at her and smiled, "I have put up with lots of girls for Jake. He can very well put up with one of mine."

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Michael didn't mind having Katie live with him at all. It was the least he could do to help her.

This, of course meant he couldn't bring girls home, and there wouldn't be any wild partying in the apartment, as was usual with Jake as a roommate.

But if the payoff was Katie, he didn't mind the least bit.

Katie had recovered from the break up in due course and he had started waking up to the delicious smell of pancakes, and scrambled eggs and toast.

It had almost made up for the lack of a sex life.

'Almost,' a voice, like poison, whispered inside him. 'Only almost.'

"Look, this has nothing to do with you," Michael said hotly, trying to drown out that voice.

"Yeah," Katie's voice in contrast to his was soft and calm, "when's the last time you saw Claire?"

'The day after you moved in,' the voice answered immediately.

He didn't say anything aloud. He still remembered very clearly, the last time he saw Claire.

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Michael was walking along the corridor looking through his folder for the notes of the next class when suddenly he felt someone grab his arm and pushed him sideways to the wall.

He banged his shoulder against the wall, looked up in annoyance and saw Claire. Managing to look incredible sexy with her shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing off a hint of a cleavage and the skirt hitched up to show off almost all of her thighs.

His annoyance vanished in an instant.

He looked at her and remembered how the thighs that looked so enticing wrapped in the skirt, actually looked so much better without it. And how the cleavage formed into the softest pair of breasts that felt so soft and pliant against his chest.

Michael gulped. "Hey Claire."

Claire pushed him up against the wall and pressed herself against him.

And before he could say anything, she kissed him.

And the kiss totally blew his mind. He felt her lips on his and for a moment almost forgot to breathe. His mouth parted against hers instantly and their tongues met.

He let his tongue communicate the desire he felt right at that moment.

As they broke surface for air, Claire whispered in his ear, "You didn't call me after last night. Are you trying to play hard to get?"

"Uh... I... the --" Michael stammered.

Claire interrupted him, "It's all right." She grinned, "I like that."

Michael stood still, thinking, 'I don't get this girl. I don't get her at all.'

"Do you know how much I like it?" Claire sounded very promisingly seductive.

Michael gulped. "Huh -- How much?"

Then he felt her hand snake down from the back of his neck onto his chest and still go sliding down.

Michael waited, not daring to breathe, lest it make her change her mind.

He felt her undo his zipper and slip her hand in. Michael was stunned!

But his body responded as if it was waiting for this touch all this while. The kiss had set a rollercoaster of images running inside his head and he was already hard. And in her hand, he was only getting bigger.

He looked around and felt a thrill pass through his body. There were still a number of people walking around in the corridor, and there he was standing in the crowd, pressed up against a totally hot girl he had worshipped from afar from the day he could remember first meeting her.

She'd not only given him a blow job the night before yesterday, but also had her hand inside his pants right then, in broad daylight, in front of all these people, leaving no doubt as to her intentions.

He opened his mouth as if on automatic pilot, too stunned to know what else to do.

Claire kissed his open mouth, as if expecting it and effectively shut him up.

He felt her hand gently grip his cock. He gasped and looked up again at the throng of people walking along in the corridor.

Claire kept kissing him as she made her way to his ear. He felt her hand stroke his shaft. Tremors of pleasure were shooting through his body as he tried hard not to start moaning in front of all these people, ignorant of what they could have seen if they looked closely at them.

Claire's hands kept moving He was getting bigger and harder. His jeans started to feel a little uncomfortable.

Then Michael saw a familiar face in the crowd. The guy looked at Michael and quickly looked away, a smile forming on his lips. Michael felt a jolt of hot electricity shoot through his body.

"Claire," Michael whispered, his voice trembling, a little scandalized, but shocked at how much it aroused him, "there are people watching."

"Yeah..." her voice was hot red poison. "if there weren't people watching? Do you know what I want you to do right now?" she whispered against his ear. Then she put her tongue inside his ear and started to roll it around.

Michael felt a heat surge through him at these words and the promise they held shot through the entire length of his body.

"What?" he asked. The senses Claire was arousing in him crowded almost every other sane thought out of his mind.

Her hand snuck up on his hot, throbbing shaft, leaving hot trails in their wake, and fondled his balls.

She pressed her breasts firmer against his chest so he could feel how erect and hard her nipples were. "I don't care there are people watching. I want you to slip your hand inside my skirt."

Michael felt his entire body get hot, his hands trembled as they gripped her waist, as if they wanted to wanted to follow her words, his mind incapable of forming any coherent commands.

"I want you to put your hand under my skirt," Claire continued, "and push my underwear down to my thighs, and then pull them down further so I can step out of them."

Michael was glad he was wedged between the wall and Claire, otherwise he didn't know how he could be standing up.

"Oh, but you can't do that, even if there weren't people walking around."

"Why not?" Michael's words came out in gasps, as Claire increased the pressure on his cock, as she stroked him harder and faster.

She squeezed the tip of his cock and whispered, "Because I'm not wearing any underwear."

Michael felt his cock throb like it'd burst at her words.

He pushed his cock harder against her and just then Claire pulled her hand out.

"What??" he asked a little plaintively.

Claire whispered into his ears, "Why don't you take me to your place so we can finish?"

Michael looked as if someone just splashed cold water on him.

"Uh... Claire, it's like... The thing is... I can't."

Claire raised her eyebrow. "You...can't?"

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"When was the last time you saw Claire?"

None of this would have happened, he reminded himself, if Katie hadn't walked into the room when he had his pants down with his cock in his hand, in an attempt to relieve his sexual tension, which had had him lashing out at his teammates in class.

"That is completely besides the point. That has nothing to do with this." Michael didn't even believe himself.

Katie just looked at him.

Unbidden, the image of John rose up in his head, as he shut the door on his face, asking him to make sure he got some before he turned up for the next study session.

"You don't have to do this sis..."

"I know I don't have to Michael," said Katie sounding a little affronted, but then she mellowed again, "but I want to."

Michael felt his breath catch in his throat at her words.

'I want to... I want to... I want to..." These words kept repeating themselves in his head. His heartbeat sped up as he tried to make his mouth work to say something.

"What are you so scared of Michael?" Katie asked looking at him with her eyes full of concern.

Her words brought back a memory that seemed so long ago.

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The 20th time Michael bragged about the date with Claire was when Jake finally lost it. He stopped his packing and turned towards him. "You know why you're seeing Claire right?"

"Umm..." Michael pretended to think about it. "Because she's hot?"

"No," Jake went on calmly, "because in your mind she does not mean anything to you. Except for the sex. You are scared. Even if you like a girl. Even if she is exceedingly hot. Claire, according to you, is the ideal foil for your little situation."

"What? What am I scared of?" Michael asked.

"You are scared of cheating on Katie. "

"Katie?" Michael said blankly, "my sister Katie?"

"Yep"

"Katie has nothing to do with Claire. Or my sex life."

"I realize that."

"Then what are you saying??"

"I am asking you if you do"

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Katie switched off the lights.

Michael remained silent, caught in the surrealism of the moment. All he could see of Katie now was the faint outline of her profile against the light that filtered in from the windows.

He felt her sit on the bed and move a little closer to him, close enough for him to listen to the rhythm of her breath and match it to the rise and fall of her breasts.

"You are my little brother Michael," she whispered as she took his hands into hers, "and I love you."

And she put one of his hands between his legs, where he was getting hard really fast. "Close your eyes," she whispered.

Michael obeyed her, his heart throbbing in excitement and a strange kind of fear.

He heard a rustle of clothes and his head started spinning.

Katie took his other hand into hers and said, "Trust me Michael, and don't open your eyes."

And Michael dared not. Not because Katie asked it of him, but because if he opened his eyes, he didn't know what he would do.

Michael felt Katie's hot breath on his hand and thought his heart would burst at the rate it was going. And suddenly without any warning, he felt his hand brush against her bare skin.

He felt his cock leap when he realized he what was feeling was the soft, bare skin of his sister's breasts.

"Katie..." Michael was once again the little boy who was afraid to go the bathroom alone at night.

"Keep your eyes closed Michael," Katie said. Michael felt the vibrations of her words course through her chest as if he were speaking them himself, "and imagine I'm Claire."

Michael kept his eyes closed. The instinct of minding his elder sister, which was drummed into him by their parents, and practiced over the years in times of fear and uncertainty, asserted itself at this moment of confusion.

Michael felt rather than knew he was holding his cock in one hand, slowly stroking it to an erection, and was caressing the pliant breast of his sister with the other. He felt the heat of her skin as he fondled her, and he felt the same heat pass through him as he felt himself getting aroused.

'Claire' he told himself, 'this is Claire.'

Then he replaced his hand with his mouth. He leaned in and kissed her breast. The skin felt smooth and inviting. He stroked it with the side of his cheek, wanting to bury himself in the warmth of it.

He kissed around the base of her breast and slowly kissed his way to her nipples. They hardened instantly at his touch. He opened his mouth and gently teased the breast with his teeth.

He heard a faint moan from Katie.

And Michael forgot to think about Claire.

He opened his eyes. There was not much to see without the lights. But he could still make out Katie's profile on the bed.

Her hair was framed around her head, and her face was flushed. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was labored. He saw her breasts heave with every breath.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

This is not Claire. This was his sister. And the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Michael gently placed his hand over the other breast and started squeezing it softly. The skin felt warm and soft in his hands.

He kept kissing the other breast as he moved his hand down on her body. His hand felt hot as he trailed down to the hem of her skirt. He paused and looked up at Katie.

She had her eyes closed, lost in the moment.

He slowly dipped his hand under the skirt, still looking at her, his heart going like a marching drum inside him.

He felt Katie arch as he touched her bare thighs under the skirt. Emboldened he snaked his way to between her legs, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh along the way.

His entire body was consumed by heat. And he could feel the same heat radiating from Katie, warming the space between them, pulling him closer.

His hand reached between her legs and he felt a thrill of pure pleasure go up his spine. His hand brushed against her panties. It was soaked.

He stopped for a moment and quickly took off his pants, which were restricting his movement, and climbed up on top of Katie.

He pushed his penis between her legs, over her clothes and he bent down and kissed her breast.

"Michael," Katie whispered. He looked up.

She looked at him with her deep blue eyes, took his face in her hands, pulled him closer and kissed him.

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Katie was surprised when she felt Michael's lips on her breast. This was not how she imagined it going. But she didn't stop him.

This was for Michael, she told herself, for Michael.

But she couldn't help realize that when she felt his mouth on her breast, Katie felt pleasure, the likes of which she had never felt in a long time, wash down her body.

She stopped thinking as he took her other breast in his hand and started massaging it. He was soft and gentle with her. He touched her so lovingly. Katie felt herself go pliant and savored the pleasure.

She forgot this was for Michael.

Then she felt Michael's hand travel down her body, his hand scorching her where it touched her skin. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel his gaze on her and she felt a rush of heat through her body.

His hand paused at the hem of her skirt, as if asking her permission to go on.

Katie wavered.

This is something she was doing for Michael. She felt guilty of the almost sinful pleasure that she felt in his touch. This was her little brother. How far can she let him go? Will she have the self control to stop him later if they go too far?

Will she want to?

She felt his hand on her bare thigh and she felt pleasure shoot through to what felt like the center of her entire being, right between her legs. And her body solved her dilemma for her by arching towards him and asking him to go forward, go in and touch her where her need was almost an ache.

His hand at an agonizing pace inched closer and closer to her. And her body screamed and egged him on by shivering and moving in an erotic rhythm.

Michael touched her like a little boy, despite his age, timid, gentle, soft and very, very sensual. His hand, soft as a feather, tingled and teased her at every touch.

Katie was almost at her peak when she realized that Michael did not have his hands on her anymore. She felt his cock against her pussy, and it almost threatened to push her over. She tried to stifle her moans when she felt him bend down and take her breast in his mouth.

She moaned out loud. She opened her eyes and saw her brother on top of her. He was touching her, softly, gently, trying to give her pleasure, on top of everything else he had done for her lately.

And her mind was suddenly filled with how much she loved him.

She put her hand on the side of his face, leaned in and kissed him, and it felt like the most natural thing to do.

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Michael was not sure how much trouble he was in. She had asked him thrice not to open his eyes. So when she moaned out his name, he froze for a second.

But she leaned in and kissed him, and everything was all right with the world. He loved his sister more than anyone in the world, and he knew she loved him too.

He kept pushing his cock against her pussy as they kissed. Katie slowly sat up as she kept leaning into him. Michael put his hands around her and held her really close as they kept kissing.

Katie was moving and grinding her pussy against his cock. Michael felt her start to shudder as she approached her climax. He held her throughout, as she stopped kissing him and pressed her face to his chest instead. He kept holding her as he felt her stop shivering and go still.




Katie Ch. 02



Michael wondered what he should do next. That's when he felt Katie's hand snake down to between his legs, and take him in her hands.

They kept kissing as she slowly stroked his erection. He kept getting bigger in her hands.

Michael knew this should feel wrong. This is forbidden. Taboo.

But all he could feel was his love for Katie, and the way Katie was wrapped up safely in his arms, a place where no one could hurt her anymore.

His lips travelled down the side of her face and nuzzled her neck, as Katie's hands worked on his cock. He felt every nerve ending in his body come alive wherever Katie touched him.

He hugged her closer and pushed his cock against her hand as she started rubbing him faster.

The combined effect of the realization of what was happening, the feel of Katie's bare skin on his, the way Katie's hand moved on his cock, filled his entire being and threatened to tip him over.

"I'm gonna cum," Michael whispered as he felt himself lose control. He let go of Katie and fumbled on the bedside for the box of tissues he had kept there.

He took Katie's hands away from his cock and placed them on his heart. He covered his cock with the tissue. He caressed Katie's cheek with his hand and placed his forehead against hers.

He kept holding her as he came.

"Oh Katie" he moaned in a whisper.

Katie sighed in content.



Katie Ch. 02



"Wait," she said, then grabbing me by the armpits, "let's slow down." She poured some more wine and we drank again, silently, but caressing each other all the while.

I wasn't sure if she meant slow down just right then, or if she meant overall, that tonight we should stick to making out.

Taking no chances, I kissed her, and we made out for what seemed like an eternity. On hand propped up my head, while the other alternated between exploring the breast and buttock of her right side. Eventually, she switched our positions, so that she was on top.

She sat up, the weight of her crotch coming down directly on top of my rock hard penis. I could feel the pulse of some artery in her vagina. Every beat of her heart caressed the head of my cock, and just lying there, letting her control this pace, became like torture. Blissful, perfect, torture. She lifted up her shirt, casting the tank top aside, now naked aside from her boy shorts.

I tried to sit up to kiss her, to kiss her mouth or her body or every bit of her at once, but she pushed down on my chest and asked me, "Do you think I'm pretty?" She grabbed her wine glass again, and handed mine to me.

"God yes, you're fucking gorgeous."

She smiled, not a shy smile, a smile of power. "And you like my body?" We both put our glasses down.

"What's not to like?" I wasn't being held back this time. I turned our positions so that she was up against the back of the futon, almost in a stretched out sitting position, and I was partly atop her.

I kissed again down her neck and across her collarbone. Kissing, sucking lightly, licking. Then to her breast, trailing kissed to her dark rose nipples, which I sucked hard, eliciting from her the first moans of this night.

I squeezed the breast that I did not have my mouth on. In that instant I finally knew, yes, it was true. She had breast implants. I was then and am now the type to be turned off by this kind of thing, but with her it didn't matter. They looked perfect, no hint of artificiality, no scars, and felt nearly perfect. It was only a squeeze that was probably too hard a squeeze anyway that let my hand feel what felt like a large muscle beneath all that breast tissue, which there was much more of than there was implant.

I pushed this to the back of the mind, and continued my trek downward. I kissed across her stomach, around her navel, and now she took hold of my head.

I slid my hands under her ass and now she was pushing her pussy up, her want for it to be touched painfully clear. I kissed passed it, skipping over her panties, kissing the tops of her thighs, then the insides. My hands kneaded her ass, and suddenly I needed her pussy as much as she needed me to touch it.

She lifted her butt as I gripped her panties above her ass and pulled down. The she drew both legs up, bent at the knee, to open up perfect access to her perfect center.

Her pubic hair was a neat stripe, about an inch wide, ending just above her slit. Her mound was quite pronounced, standing out, a soft contrast to the toned hips around it. Her outer lips were plump, and flushed a deep pink, almost the color of her nipples. They were irresistible to me. I began to kiss them , then lick, then suck gently, as her moans buzzed above my head.

She spread her legs further and they pulled apart some, revealing her delicate inner lips. I licked along these, up and down, across and back down to her vagina, which I lightly penetrated with my tongue. I then brushed my tongue, soft and flat, up her inner lips, and zeroed in on her clitoris. Only one of her hands now clutched the back of my head, the other tightly gripping on of the the pillows on the futon.

She tasted and smelled like a fantasy, the salty tinge of sweat, but mostly skin and that unique and indescribable femininity.

I sucked lightly on her clit, flicking my tongue across it, and she muttered, the words barely audible, "Finger me... oh god... I need your fingers in me..."

Bringing my left hand up below my chin, I explored the entrance to her, sliding my middle finger about halfway in with great ease, than gently in and out. I made the motion circular, a trick Joyce had taught me, and Katie began to buck her hips and moan. I then slipped my index finger in with my middle finger, and just tried to maintain some rhythm with them, concentrating more fully now on what my tongue was doing.

I flicked my tongue, firm, back and forth across her clitoris, then around in circles, then back and forth, light sucking periodically breaking this rhythm. I could tell from the way her thighs were quivering, the way her moans had diminished to mutters, and the way the hand that now rested atop my head was gripping my hair so tightly that she was on the edge.

My tongue danced faster now, and her hips began to buck. She came hard, sharply pulling my chin up and my face away from her. I would learn quickly that she became quite sensitive right after coming. I came up on top of her, drawing my face up to hers, as she pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss. Her eyes stayed open, staring deeply into mine.

Suddenly then, she pushed me off of her and into a standing position, yanking my boxers off. She then turned around, knees on the seat of the futon, elbows on top of the back, and stuff her ass out toward me.

Looking over her shoulder, she said, nearly pleading, "Fuck me."

With my left knee next to her left foot, my right foot on the ground, I gently guided myself in to her, and started slow for a brief second before her voice pleaded again, "Hard."

I knew I couldn't last long, not after all that, but I abandoned all caution and plunged deep. She felt amazing, Wet and warm and soft and her perfect ass against my hips when I hit bottom was the feeling of pure contentment, a moment I could have lived in forever.

But after only a few minutes of this, an orgasm crept into me. I made a few, final thrusts, slower, but harder, and grabbed her stomach. Pushing her body back against mine. My other hand reached for a breast, pinching her nipple lightly. She straightened up, her back against my front, her ass grinding harder into my pelvis, and suddenly I came hard. She turned just her head and, pulling me hard by the back of the head down into her mouth, kissed me with a fierce urgency as my cock spasm inside her.

We held there for a moment, me as far in her as I could go, kissing hard. She pulled away, all of her, reaching for the tissues on my desk, Then for the bottle of wine. Refilling us both. Still naked. She sauntered over to my bed, placing her wine glass on the bedside table, pulling the sheet over herself.

She smiled wickedly at me, "Come on over," so I took up my wine glass as I went to join her.

As I slid into bed next to her gorgeous naked form, she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, and we both lay there, panting and a little sweaty.

I propped some pillows up against the wall at the head of the bed so that I could lie next to her in a sitting position, so she turned towards me, placing her head on my chest, taking my arm and wrapping it around her back, then laying her hand just on the other side of my chest, across from her face.

We both just sat there for a moment, catching our breaths, and I took the opportunity to again drink in every detail of her flawless curves. One of her large breasts was mashed against my side, spilling out slightly in to view where it met the other breast, which was resting on my lower ribs. They were so perfectly shaped, and beautifully sized, slightly larger than Crystal's, the largest of any girl I'd been with. The deep pink of her nipple peaked out, just high enough to be visible above my ribs.

Her figure was trim, her natural voluptuousness tamed slightly through the running habit she kept up. As I ran my hand up across her back to her side I could feel the softness of her flesh, which kept her from seeming too skinny or toned. Her complexion was fair, not looking as if she spent much time tanning, but not really pale, as there was a rosy and slightly golden vivaciousness her remarkable soft skin. It was obvious she put time and effort into caring for her body.

Her torso narrowed to a slender waist, which, with her on her side like this, despite being toned, crossed a stomach that showed a slight, very feminine roundness. From here he hips flared out, matching her chest for that hourglass look. Her ass had an apple roundness, filling her hips perfectly. It was the kind of ass that could sell blue jeans. As her top thigh crossed my legs, tilting her pelvis towards me, I could not see her pubic mound, but I could feel the heat of her vulva against my thigh.

Her hand had crept up to run though the light chest hair that covered my breastbone. From there she traced her fingers down slowly, and teased my trimmed pubic hair in the same manner. The whole time her eyes seemed glued to my still rock hard cock. Throughout our relationship, she never seemed to lose her fascination with the penis. In this way, she was a lot like Joyce.

Her fingers traced along the middle of it, causing it to jerk slightly, still sensitive from my orgasm just minutes before. She traced along the veins, and traced the faint, dark line of a circumcision scar that divided the darker lower part of the shaft from pinker upper part, and the slight ridge of skin of the middle of this upper part, the most sensitive part of my cock. She seemed determined to find and memorize every minor detail of the thing.

"Do you always stay so hard like this, even after coming?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of it, but now gripping it in a closed fist. Just holding it, possessively.

"Well, it depends. But I never lose my erection just because I have an orgasm."

"So you can keep going even after you come?"

"Well," I explained, "yes, but I do get sensitive enough that it hurts a little to be stimulated in the first minute or two after an orgasm."

"Yeah, the same thing happens to my clit," she revealed, though I had already noticed this earlier.

"Right. But, either way, yes, I can go again just about right away, as long as I'm still turned on. And with you that seems to be no trouble." At this she finally looked up, then kissed me, hard, starting to pump my cock a little. After she broke the kiss off, I added, "It's useful actually, since sometimes I come too a little quickly the first time. So, Joyce, for instance, would go down on me or jerk me off before we had sex, if she wanted a good, long fuck. I can last quite awhile the second or third time."

She smiled devilishly at me, then kissed me again. "Well, how about you show me that?"

We were kissing again and I pushed her down against the bed to climb on top of her. Her fingers were in my hair and my kissing made its way from her mouth to her earlobe, which my lips took in as my tongue traced lightly along it. Then it was down her neck, and across her collarbone, hard kisses, full of tongue and slight sucking.

I slid slightly onto my side as my mouth reach the top of her breast, so that I could free one hand to tease her other nipple. She reached for that hand, and taking it in her own, directed my fingers to pinch her nipple, pulling up along it as it slid between my finger and thumb, stroking it hard as I sucked hard on the other, circling my tongue around her areola, flicking it across the nipple, licking down across the underside of her breast, her one hand in my hair gently guiding my head's progress as she then guided my hand to squeeze her breast, the heel of my hand across the bottom of it, my fingers pressing across the middle, my thumb on her nipple so that as my fingers each reached it in turn they squeezed it against my thumb, pulling up slightly.

My hand kept up this action, which she seemed to really love, and her hands both went to my head, guiding it slowly down as I kissed across her belly, licked around her navel, kissed her ever so slightly ticklish sides, then down her left hip to the top of her thigh, across it to her other thigh, up her right hip, and finally over to her pubic hair. But here she suddenly moved her hands to my shoulders and pushed me up and away from her. Then she flipped over on to her stomach.

I grabbed one round cheek of her perfect ass in each hand and kneaded them lightly before moving my hands to her hips, then up each side. As my mouth came down to the backs of her shoulders and began kissing across them, my hands reached the side of her breasts, and she lifter her chest up so that I could grab one in each hand, breast spilling out the sides of my hands, the weight of them hanging down into my palms creating a deep feeling of satisfaction, of fullness, as I then began to play with her nipples. My cock had come to rest nestled between the cheeks of her ass, and I found myself, remarkably, even more turned on than before.

Though I didn't want to lose the feeling of my penis enveloped by such perfect flesh, I kissed my way down her back, as I reached the top of her ass, which my hands had happily returned to, she started to raise it up, coming up on to all fours. I started to move in to penetrate her from behind, but she moved into more of a kneeling position and twisted around to face me.

She put the palm of her hand flat on my chest and pushed my lightly down to the bed, so that I was lying flat on my back. Her hands braced on my thighs to support herself as she scooted back, her hot, wet vulva briefly dragging across my penis in the process. She kissed up my thighs, reaching the point where her breasts dragged across my cock. Her right nipple circled the head of my cock before she then used her hands to push her breasts together, my penis in her cleavage. But then she kept kissing up until she reached my balls. She sucked lightly on the skin of my scrotum, licking around my testicles.

As this all was happening I was watching her ass, her hips, her thighs, her vulva coming closer and closer to my face. She was as beautiful from behind as from the front. Her lips were engorged with blood, even plumper than before, and still spread slightly from our earlier activities. I could see her darker inner lips poking out, spreading slightly at the entrance of her vagina. At the top of these inner lips, her clitoris poked out from its hood, standing out only slightly, as it was not overly large. Above her vagina I saw clearly for the first time her anus, small and tight and slightly brown pink and puckered.

I reached my hand up and stroked my fingers up her outer lips, massaging a brief circle across her mound, feeling the small trail of pubic hair there, bringing them then down across her clitoris, eliciting a deep moan which vibrated through her cheek to my penis, then plunged my index and middle fingers deep into her. I decided to test her, and let my thumb come down on her penineum, massaging a circle there, and slowly dragging it up to her anus. She did not even flinch as I began to rub my thumb in a circle around her anus eliciting a deeper moan, but I could only do this for a few seconds before she scooted back further and I could no longer bend my hand that way.

Her vulva came down on my my lips just as her own lips reached the head of my cock. I pushed my tongue out and had to raise my head a little to really start to lick and suck with more pressure. She had my cock in one hand and teased it across her lips, then stuck her tongue out to lick down the underside of my shaft. I moved one hand around her thigh so that my hand could reach the again penetrate her vagina, though only about an inch or two deep.

My licking continued and she seemed to lose concentration with her own, settling on sticking the head of my cock in her mouth and sucking, moving another inch or so in and out slowly, pumping with her fist. She was moaning deeply, sending mild, pleasant vibrations through my shaft. I wasn't sure if she couldn't take more of me in from this angle, or didn't want to make me come too quickly, but she never got her lips more than a third of the way down my shaft and kept it slow. I was in no danger of coming soon due to a combination of my earlier orgasm, my concentration on her beautiful pussy, and the fact that, though incredibly pleasant, the stimulation of an upside down blowjob is not quite intense enough for me.

Her moaning suddenly reduced to whimpers after only a few minutes of this, and she took her mouth off my cock, still holding it but seemingly forgetting to pump. Her hips started to gyrate slightly, and I could feel the hot breath of her open mouth against my thigh, then a light biting as her vagina started to contract around my fingers. Her biting down stifled a load series of moans as she pressed her vulva hard against my tongue, nearly grinding it against my face.

I had stopped moving too much so as not to overstimulate her, and she lifted her pussy away from me, coming up to a kneeling position. She still held my cock, and looked over her shoulder at my with a deep want and lust set across her face.

"Sit up," she whispered, and I did.

Her ass was against my chest, and she slid it down my abdomen until the plump, wet lips of her vulva hit my cock, which she guided in past her inner lips, and quickly bore down, taking all of me in.

She leaned back against me and reached her left arm around, bent at the elbow to hold the back of my head. She turned her own head and kissed me hard. "You're so fucking big. God, you made me come so hard, ohhhh..." she moaned into my neck, moaning then sucking and her thighs pumping her slowly up and down.

After a minute, she took my hand and led it down to her clitoris, her oversensitivity having passed. I made fast circles at first, but she whispered to me, "Shhhh... slow... but firm... uhhhh..." So I slowly circled her clit with my middle finger, then made figure eights, than went up and down, then side to side, then circled again. She was starting to move up and down faster now and again turned her head to kiss me, moaning into my mouth.

Her mouth moved again to my neck, whimpering against it, then suddenly sucking it hard, her teeth pressing in there as she came again, her cunt gripping me in spasms of another orgasm, shorter than the last but maybe more intense. I pulled my hand away without her guidance this time. She turned her head again, eyes closed, and smiled, kissing me. "Fuck me. Hard now."

She dropped down onto all fours, and I grabbed her hips, guiding them in time with my long thrusts, a whimper from her each time I hit bottom, a faint sound of my balls hitting against her mound. "Fast.... oh yes..." I started to pump fast but then felt this taking me to the edge too fast. I hadn't fucked her face to face yet and wanted to kiss her as I came.

I pulled out and gently turned her over. She was looking at me with such desire that I almost felt bad for depriving her of my cock for those few seconds. She practically threw her knees up over my shoulders and guided me back into her.

I started pumping hard but slow, first only about half my cock, then all of it every few strokes. After another few minutes my self control started to crumble as I crept back to orgasm and started to pump faster, making fuller thrusts, from about half in to fully in. Her thighs had dropped to being spread wide as I had started to pick up the pace, and we were kissing hard. I made one last, deep thrust and came hard, deep inside her, dropping my face to moan into the pillow next to her head, kissing her neck as my orgasm subsided.

I dropped to my side and pulled her hard against me, her breasts squashed against my chest, my sticky cock pressed between us, one of my arms under her side and reaching around, my hand grabbing her ass, pushing her hips against me, her one thigh over my legs, my other hand in her hair and her free hand in mine, the two of us kissing gently for another few moments as we caught our breaths and came down from our orgasmic highs.




Katie Ch. 02



The shy side of her had returned amid post orgasmic bliss, and she smiled sheepishly, blushing, as she told me, "That was amazing."

So I told her, "You're amazing. Fucking perfect," which made her giggle softly and blush again.

After a minute she got up and went off to the bathroom, still full nude, and I watched her ass sway gently away from me. She returned a minute or two later with a warm, wet washcloth, and washed off my finally flaccid penis, taking in the changed details, marveling wide eyed on seeing it now for the first time. I watched as she cleaned herself off as well, bringing back some swelling, which completed again to a full erection as she toweled me dry.

We went back to sipping our wine and she again grasped my erection, "Are you ever satisfied?"

"Maybe," I replied, "we can find out. Are you?"

"I was satisfied the first time," she said through a flirty smile, "but that doesn't mean I don't want more."

We sipped our wine, finishing the last of it, talking more, stroking each other lightly. I finally felt comfortable enough, perhaps from the wine, to ask her about her breasts. "Don't take this the wrong way, because you have the most fantastic breasts I can imagine... But are they, you know, fake?"

"Fake?" she replied, pretending to be shocked, "how could they be fake? You can see them and feel them can't you?"

"I mean, you know, do you have implants?"

"I know what you mean. I was just teasing, because fake is, I think, a stupid term for it. But yes, very small ones. There's a lot more natural breast than there is implant. Don't worry, I don't mind you asking, I knew you'd notice. But don't think I'm some dumb slut for getting them. I had a good reason.

"My breasts were actually almost this big when I finished puberty. But I was a little curvier all over then, about twenty pounds heavier. Then I joined the cross country and track teams and got thin, and they lost some volume. They were still pretty big even then, I was a C cup, but they kind of sagged from the lost volume.

"I guess I care a lot about how I look, even naked, and I couldn't stand the idea of having a sagging chest at eighteen.So the plastic surgeon added just enough so they were firm and pert again. More youthful." The words came pouring out of her, like a confession, a secret she wanted to share. "But I don't know, I think he did a good job. I think they look and feel natural, right?"

"Yeah. Like I said, they're fantastic, I wouldn't have known without squeezing hard. I didn't even notice that first night."

She smiled, "Good, but enough talking," and we kissed again for awhile.

She went down on me again, stopping before I came, then I ate her out, bringing her to another orgasm. She got atop me and rode me slowly before we switched to a spooning position so I could rub her clit, and my other hand squeezed her breasts, playing with both nipples. I came when she started to quiver, and she came a moment later, twisting her shoulders around to kiss me. Panting softly, we lay there like that before finally drifting off to sleep.