34 comments/ 140680 views/ 100 favorites Making it Work By: Xarth I'm not sure exactly when it was I realized my step-father didn't think of me as his kid. I had always considered him to be my dad since he had been around since I was a baby and I never knew my real father. At some point though it started becoming more and more obvious to me that the feeling was not completely mutual. Not that he ever treated me badly growing up or anything, but there were little things that bothered me at times. It was particularly clear to me when I watched him interact with my younger sister Julie, who recently turned eighteen. She was my half-sister really, but again she had always been a sister to me and that was the way I saw her. When he talked to her there was an obvious affection in his voice and in his eyes that I had never received. If Julie and me hadn't gotten along the way we did I think it may have become a serious problem. As it was though I couldn't find it in me to resent her. Much like me she considered me to be her brother regardless of what our actual genes were and never made so much as an offhand remark about our parentage. Which is not to say we didn't ever fight. I don't think anyone who grew up with one or more siblings can honestly say they have never fought about anything. The difference to me was that there was never any serious problem between us that lasted for any great length of time. Possibly our closeness actually bothered dad because as we grew older he became more and more 'concerned' about us spending too much time together. We were absolutely not allowed to sleep in the same room and even if we did something like stay up late watching a movie he would stay up too until we went to bed despite it making him cranky the next day. I didn't understand what that was all about until I was probably about sixteen or seventeen. To me of course Julie was not just another girl, but I don't think dad realized that. He didn't consider us true siblings and so he assumed that was the way we thought as well. In my last year of high school dad mentioned me moving out quite frequently. When I decided to go to the local university however mom overruled him as she usually did when things got too out of hand between us. He grudgingly relented but started keeping an even closer eye on me. Things were only getting worse between us and I knew it was just a matter of time before something happened to really piss him off. Surprisingly it all came down to an unfortunate choice of outfit from my sister. Julie had gone out shopping earlier that day, apparently to buy more clothing for herself despite already having what I considered a more than sufficient wardrobe. I was sitting in my room messing around on my computer when she walked in to show off her favourite purchase. "You like my new skirt?" she asked. I had to turn around to see her and as I did she did a twirl to show it off to me. "It's okay I guess. I don't know where you think you're going to wear something that short though," I answered. The edge of the skirt only came down about an inch or two past her butt and I knew dad would have a fit about her wearing it around the house, let alone anywhere else. I wasn't particularly happy about the idea of her wearing it around random guys either when it came right down to it. "It's for just in case," Julie shrugged. "Never know when I might need something sexy. Besides, I'm old enough I can wear what I want." "That's what you think." "Oh right, what are you going to do about it?" she challenged me with a raised eyebrow. Thinking she made her point Julie turned to leave and as she did I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward my bed. As she recovered her balance I quickly moved between her and the doorway, blocking her exit. "What you think I can't stop you?" I asked. She smirked and tried to walk past me but I gave her a gentle shove back. "Hey, let me out," she demanded, with a hint of a giggle creeping into her voice. "Tell me you won't wear that skirt," I countered. Julie shook her head defiantly and tried to lunge past me but I grabbed her and started mercilessly tickling her sides where I knew she was most vulnerable. "Lemme go you jerk," she shrieked, pounding ineffectually at my shoulder. "You promise?" "Okay okay, argh, stop it," she said breathlessly as I finally relented. As soon as I let go Julie made another dash for the hallway. I just barely managed to catch her around the waist and spun around to toss her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned at me as I smiled cautiously back, waiting for her next move. Her skirt had pulled up when she landed on the bed and the bottom of her panties was clearly visible. That fact barely registered to me until I heard the strangled sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. Then I knew I was in trouble. "What the hell is going on?" demanded our father, slowly enunciating every word. "Just messing around," I said, stepping back from the bed. "I was just showing him my new-" Julie started. "Julie, out," he said, cutting her off. "Daddy," she protested. "Julie!" She stood up and made her way past me, tossing me a worried glance as she went. She knew as well as I did that I would be catching some flak for this one, never mind how innocent it actually had been. "I want you out of this house," he told me as soon as Julie was out of earshot. "Oh for fuck's sake," I said, not bothering to watch my language. "You know we weren't doing anything right?" "You have a week," he said, ignoring me completely. "Fine whatever. Might even be nice not to have you looking over my shoulder all the time. You never trusted me at all, did you?" "One week," he repeated and stalked away. "Makes me wonder how you'd treat Julie if she weren't yours either," I called after him, baiting him purposefully. He looked like he was going to stop for a second, but shrugged it off and continued downstairs. I sighed and flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been coming for a long time but I still hadn't expected to have to leave so suddenly. I didn't even have clue about trying to find somewhere else to live. I almost didn't even notice Julie quietly reenter the room after a few minutes. "Sorry," she apologized as she sat down beside me. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I thought he was still outside." She had changed out of her skirt and into a pair of jeans, probably for the best. "It's not your fault, it would have happened eventually anyway," I said. "You heard the whole exchange I take it." "Yeah," she nodded. "But I think me and mom can still get him to change his mind after he cools off." "Thanks Julie, but it's only going to get worse if I stay around," I said. "Might not be such a bad thing for me to get out of here anyway." "Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "Well, if you think it would be better that way...." She slid toward the edge of the bed as if to leave. "Hey, that's not what I mean. I'm not going to be that far away, we'll still be able to see each other. And when we do we won't have to worry about him watching us." "I guess," she agreed reluctantly. "But it won't be the same, I'll still want you to be here." "I know, but I think we just have to deal with it. It'll be okay," I promised. **** In the end I stayed just over another two weeks. Mom refused to let dad kick me out until I had somewhere to go and in fact almost certainly would have made him change his stance completely if I hadn't convinced her not to bother. If I didn't leave then something else would no doubt come up to get him pissed off all over again. I really was tired of his constantly monitoring me. I managed to find a decent apartment, lucked out really considering I had no idea what I was doing. It was small but relatively cheap and I wouldn't have to put up with a roommate. It was even within decent walking distance of home which meant that it wouldn't much of a problem for Julie to come over. A few days after I had settled in she did just that. "Why is mom talking about you dropping out of university," were the first words out of her mouth as I opened the door. "Fine thanks, how are you?" I responded sarcastically. Julie shot me a look like she wasn't in the mood as she brushed past me into the apartment. "Alright, alright," I sighed. "Look, I need to pay for this place and I'm just not up to working and going to classes at the same time. Plus paying for said classes at the same time." "That's no excuse, our parents were still going to pay for school and the apartment." "Oh yeah, like I'm going to take his money now," I snorted. "It's not just him, it's mom too and she doesn't want to see you working some crap minimum wage job. Hurts her enough that you and dad can't get along." I knew mom would be upset about my decision but I hadn't expected Julie to care so much. I could tell by the way she stood that she was prepared to argue this with me as long as it took. "Look, it's not-" I started. "At least do it for me," she interrupted. We stared at each other for several long moments in silent defiance. As I knew would happen right from the beginning I blinked first, so to speak, and turned my head away. "Please," she pleaded softly. She walked into my opened arms and hugged me tightly as I returned the embrace more out of reflex than anything. "Dammit Julie," I whispered. "You know it's hard for me to say no to you." "I know. It's better this way though, you'll see." She looked up at me from her two inch disadvantage in height and gave me a tentative smile. I shook my head in exasperation, more at myself than at her, and shoved her lightly away. Her grin grew more confident as she realized that I wasn't really mad at her and she turned away to study the apartment. "It's not a bad place is it?" she remarked. "No, it's pretty good." Julie flopped down on the couch and I moved to sit on the opposite end. "He didn't want me coming to see you," she said, in reference to our father no doubt. "I'm getting really tired of his problems with you, I'd like to be able to see my brother without having to get written permission first." She propped her feet up across my lap and I idly lay my hand on her lower leg, letting my finger trace patterns on her skin. "Sometimes I think he just gets jealous really easy, like he doesn't want you showing affection to any other guys," I mused. "Remember that time you tried bringing your boyfriend home?" "Yeah," she nodded thoughtfully. "He didn't like that much either." "Anyway, how're things going other than that?" I asked, deciding it was time to change the subject. "Pretty good I guess, nothing big happening recently." We talked a while longer about nothing in particular before Julie eventually had to leave. It seemed unwise to both of us for her to stay too long without a cover story. She promised she would come visit me more when she got the opportunity. **** It was actually almost three weeks before Julie came over again. As before she didn't bother to call ahead of time, she just showed up at my door again. After greeting me she immediately lay down across the length of my couch with a groan. I smiled in amusement and perched myself on the arm. "Problems?" I inquired simply. "Ugh, yeah. Frigging school," she muttered. "Actually, frigging everything as long as I'm at it. You ever have times when everything goes shitty all at once?" "I believe the process is known as 'being a teenager' in some circles." "Not helping," Julie said, rolling her eyes at me. "And I thought I was over that, eighteen hardly even counts as being a teenager." "Eight-teen, teen-ager," I said, exaggerating the syllables. "That's kinda how it goes." "Whatever." Julie flipped onto her stomach, perhaps to demonstrate her distaste of my advice thus far. "It's bad then is it?" I asked a little more sympathetically. I moved around the couch and sat down on the edge of the middle cushion. "Not really, not when I think about it," she said eventually. "That's the problem with thinking about things too much; makes me feel like the stuff I care about isn't that important." "Mmm, it's tricky that way," I agreed. I started rubbing her back as we talked. Even just applying gentle pressure I could feel how tense her muscles were. "Anything I can help with?" I asked. "No, not really," she sighed. "Just felt like talking to someone, don't know why. It's not like there's much you could do." "Especially when you don't tell me anything specific," I hinted, wondering if there actually was something I could do that she was hesitant to tell me about. Julie was silent for a few minutes and I continued to simply rub her back for a while since it seemed to be helping somewhat. "I probably gotta go home soon," she mumbled eventually, clearly not wanting to move. She stretched out beneath my hands as though preparing to get up, but then settled back in. "You could stay if you want you know," I offered. "Oh?" She turned her head and gave me a funny look. "You'd have to sleep on the couch though," I continued. "Mmm, I could be okay with that. It's kinda nice right here." I didn't think she was referring to the couch so much but I let it slide. "I don't know if I could get away with it though." "So what, you have to start living your own life at some point. As rebellions go, it's not that big a deal." "That's just how it starts. First I stay at some boy's place for the night, tomorrow I'll have a tattoo. By next week I'll passing out drunk every night." "You might look good with a tattoo though," I mused. "Okay, okay," she giggled. "But we're gonna have to order pizza or something; I'm hungry and I don't trust your cooking. Or mine for that matter." "Just as well, I've been living off cereal and sandwiches the past few weeks." As I got up to find my phone I wondered why exactly I had offered to let Julie spend the night. Not that I wouldn't like having her over, but I knew it could easily cause more problems for us. **** I got Julie set up on the couch for the night, giving her a blanket and the spare pillow off my bed. I honestly didn't know how comfortable it would be for her but I assumed she would let me know in the morning. If it was too uncomfortable I would probably hear her complaining long before that actually, given the small size of the apartment. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up needing to use the bathroom. With my sleep fogged brain I actually managed to forget that Julie was even there until I heard a small noise from the couch on my way back to my room. Realizing I shouldn't have flushed the toilet with my sister sleeping so nearby I walked over to check on her. Fortunately she was still sleeping, or at least I was reasonably certain she was. Her eyes remained closed as I watched her from over the back of the couch and her breathing was about as regular as could be expected. It had been a long time since I had seen Julie sleeping, outside of a few seconds every now and then when I had to go wake her up. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, lying there with only her chest moving as she breathed. I jerked my head away as I realized what I was thinking. I did my best to keep thoughts like that out of my head but I wasn't perfect. Deep down I suspected that what really bugged me about dad's accusations was that I worried he might be right. It had nothing to do with Julie not being my full biological sister though, that remained irrelevant to me. She would always be my sister and I would always love her as a sister; if I had anything to do with it that would never change. Sometimes though, like that night, I got a feeling like there was something more between us, even if I wasn't sure what. I sighed heavily and sat down in front of the couch, leaning my back up against it. At least having the apartment meant Julie and I could get some time alone without having to worry about not getting too close. I hated having to constantly be aware of what was going on around us when we spent time together. "What ya doing?" Julie mumbled sleepily from behind me. She must have just awakened, but I didn't know if it was because of me or simple coincidence. "Nothing, just thinking. Go back to sleep," I said. She didn't say anything else but I did feel her fingers run clumsily through my hair and then down to my shoulder. The next thing I knew she was slipping head-first off the couch and across my legs before sitting up and clutching me possessively like a big teddy bear. Wearing only my boxers I felt a worrying amount of bare flesh slide against my own as she settled in. I did feel the material of her bra against my chest though, so I guessed she must at least still have her underwear on. "I meant go back to sleep where you were," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist almost automatically. "What were you thinking about?" Julie asked, ignoring me completely. "I don't know, just stuff," I said evasively. "Thinking about me?" Sitting out by the couch like I was it was pretty obvious that I must have been thinking about her at least a little bit, why else would I be out there? Besides which, the feeling of her hair moving against my shoulder was getting quite distracting and I doubted I would be able to lie convincingly anyway. "Yeah," I grunted. "I think about you sometimes too," she whispered. "'Specially tonight, sleeping on your couch. It's different than at home you know, even though our rooms were right next to each other." "It is a little different," I added absently. My hands had minds of their own, wanting desperately to feel more of that smooth, perfect skin that lay beneath them. Julie continued speaking, oblivious, or perhaps not so oblivious, to my growing discomfort. "It's hard not to think about it isn't it? Almost impossible when dad keeps acting so suspicious of us, can't keep my mind from going there." She pushed herself back from me slightly to look at me seriously for a moment. "It wouldn't be so bad would it? I mean not that we... not us necessarily. But just being with someone you know loves you, someone you trust. Why's it have to be such a bad thing?" "I don't know," I answered truthfully. "But that's how some relationships are seen. They're so often labelled as wrong that even if the two people involved really love each other, no one cares." "Do you think it's wrong?" She asked the question so quietly with her head once again buried in my upper chest that I barely heard it. Had any other person asked me I would most likely have said of course it was wrong without a second thought. I was so used to denying any inappropriate feelings between my sister and I that wouldn't have taken the chance of doing otherwise. With Julie though, with her I felt safe talking about it. And there was no doubt in my mind that she was looking for an honest answer from me. "It's not wrong Julie, not always," I said. "Good." She turned on my lap until she was straddling my legs instead of sitting across them. I jumped slightly as I felt her hand on my semi-hard cock over top of my boxers. "What are you doing?" I demanded, grabbing her wrist almost instantly. "It's been poking me in the butt for a few minutes now," she said. "You told me it was okay." "That's not what I said. It's more complicated than that." "So how come it's okay for you to feel me up but I can't touch you?" I wouldn't have called it feeling her up, but I couldn't help enjoying the sensation of her mostly naked body against me. I thought I had been doing a pretty good job keeping my hands mostly in the same place on her back. Julie jerked her arm free from my grasp as I hesitated. Almost instantly I felt her delicate fingers return to my increasingly full erection. She pulled my cock free from my boxers before I could manage to grab her wrist once again. Making It Work Hello, the name is Ananda, but my homies call me Ana. Just kidding, I speak slang, but my vocabulary is not limited by it. Anyway, let's get to the main subject: ME! [wink] I'm what you would call a professional dater. In other words, I'm not too keen on settling down. I don't really think that I ever will...maybe, there's someone, but it's complicated. I'll explain it...eventually. Since it is complicated, I just kinda date. That and the fact that my parents are rushing me to settle down when I don't really want to. They want grandbabies and I don't feel like delivering. Come on ladies, I know that everyone thinks that we're always hot and horny, ready to pop kids out the oven after marrying our Prince Charming, but this chick isn't ready for all that—and I probably never will be...again, I don't know. So, in order to appease my parents, I go on these random blind dates that they arrange for me. Actually, sometimes they find the guy or the guy finds me, anyway you look at it, it keeps them happy. And happy parents make Ana happy as well. Thus, here I am on a Friday night after a long day of work getting ready to meet some man that I probably won't get along with. I mean, I don't go out with a closed mind and preconceived notions, I actually give these guys a chance, but they all seem to be missing some sort of umph. Ladies, you know what I mean. If there is no umph, we just don't feel it. I hop out of the shower, wrap my robe about me and start searching through my closet. Now, when picking a dress for a blind date, it's important to show off a little of one's assets, but not enough to make him think that he'll be a lucky bastard by the end of the night. Besides, I can't be too much of a tease, I need to get waxed. I have an appointment tomorrow, which is when this date was really scheduled, but something came up and Mystery Guy had to reschedule. I was pissed until I heard his voice—nice and deep, just like I like it. "Why are you walking about in a robe?" Oh Lord, let me introduce you to this guy. His name is David Romero and he's my best friend. Also, remember when I told you that things were complicated? Well, it's because of him. I'll be honest and tell you all right now that I love this man, but we can bring out the worst in each other at times. We dated, sex and all, and I found out that I can be jealous and him possessive. We couldn't stand it, arguing all of the time that is. The funny thing is that with our other relationships, we're not at all as psychotic like when we were together. I've known David since the sixth grade when he first moved from California to South Carolina. We've been stuck together ever since. Same middle school, same high school, even the same damn college. Go Gamecocks! Even after all of that, you'd think that we would get tired of seeing each other's faces, but we're not. We love each other and in spite of the fact that our relationship ended, our friendship never did. "I'm going on a date tonight. What are you doing here?" "What am I doing here? Have you forgotten what today is?" Is this a trick question because I so don't know the answer? "It's our movie night, damn it, Ana. I can't believe you forgot and you're dropping me for some dick wad you haven't even met yet!" "Shouldn't you be out with the fellas or something? Go make yourself disappear." "We're going to the strip club later tonight." "That's disgusting. Who would want to pay to see sweaty ass?" "Sweaty ass, sweaty pussy, sweaty tits—" "Digusting." "Ass and titties, ass and titties, ass and titties, and big booty bitches!" "Please, David, 3 6 Mafia has been played out since the nineties." Not that I wasn't a fan of "3 6" when I was younger, I just grew out of it when I started to realize that they weren't really promoting wholesome messages to us young, impressionable youths. I mean seriously, who would advise someone to get a tricked out car even though you can't pay your rent? And if you don't believe me, just replay "Chicken Head" on Youtube a few times until you do. "Anyway, who is it this time?" "Why is that any of your business?" "It just is." I roll my eyes. See what I'm talking about? I have the strongest urge to throw something at his head. "If you must know, I met him at the gym and he asked me out." "Our gym?" "Yeah." David owns his own fitness chain and he makes great money from it. Since it's free for me, I take advantage of all of his services. That's just one of the perks of having a best friend who is a fitness nut. "Don't look at me like that David. It's not like he cornered me in the weight room like someone I know." He's remembering what happened the last time we had sex, almost three months ago. First we were arguing about something very trivial, then the next thing I know he has me doggy style, with my ass up in the air and his cock working my pussy over, on the hamstring machine. If it wasn't already his establishment, we both would have gotten our membership revoked and the cops would have been charging us with indecent exposure. "I didn't corner you. Your mouth wrote a check that your ass couldn't cash. I had to make you pay." "Whatever, will you get out of my room please so that I can get dressed?" I can't believe this bullshit, oh, David here— Wait, are you commandeering my narration? Hell yeah, I am. This story isn't only about you. David, I'll kick your ass. Shut up and get dressed. Anyway, this is David and it's my turn. As you can see, Ana is working my damn last nerves. If I didn't love her, I would probably be in jail for murder because sometimes she knows what buttons to push. Why don't you say that to my face? Ana, will you get the hell out of here? Did I cut into your narration when you were telling everybody about needing to get a wax? Just how long were you listening to my private conversation? Long enough. Now, keep your ass in your room and get dressed. Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that? Last time I checked, it was you. Oh no, this little white boy didn't come up in my house disrespecting me? Half white. You know damn well that I'm part Filipino. Are we seriously arguing in the narrations? Oh no, he didn't. I'll kick your little ass if you don't straighten up! Really, Ananda, you'll kick my ass? Don't let me come in there and toss your little ass around on that bed. .... [silence] I thought so. Man, I swear sometimes she makes me want to throw her over my knee and spank the hell out of her ass. If it wasn't for that ass, I probably wouldn't have spoken to her in the first place, but what do you expect when you meet someone with their ass up in the air? I did not have my ass up in the air, I dropped my pencil and I was looking for it! Shut up, Ananda! Say one more word! One more word! [laughter] That was damn cute. As you can see, we have chemistry. Matter of fact, we first met in Chemistry class. We were assigned as lab partners and ended up setting our Bunsen Burner on fire, almost burning up the lab....good times...[sigh]. And despite what Ana says, it was because of that ass why I started talking to her. Look at her, getting dressed with the door cracked like I can't see her. If she doesn't close it, I might be tempted to go in. Yeah, I love her, but we can't help the fact that we drive each other crazy. I mean look at her, the perfect size eight, full hips, thick toned thighs and sleek legs, a smooth, flat stomach, nice rounded breasts. C-cups. Not too big, yet not too small. I can suck them all day. Slender shoulders, a heart shaped face with thick pink lips, a button nose, and perfectly arched eyebrows. Not to mention her big brown eyes and that sexy dark chocolate skin complexion, and her shoulder length hair—how I love tugging on it. And did I mention that she's smart as hell? She's the youngest accountant at her firm and has been steadily making a name for herself. Ana is beautiful, too damn beautiful and sassy for her own good. I think she knows exactly what she's doing to me right now, rolling her stockings up nice and slow like that. She's fucking with me. No, I'm not. If you interrupt my private thoughts one more time, I swear... You shouldn't be swearing in the first place and what do I tell you about that damn mouth of yours? You cuss like a drunken sailor sometimes. Calm it down. Yes, Mother, I'll be sure to do that. Don't you start mocking Martha, god rest her soul. Alright, alright, just get the hell out of my thoughts. Please! [silence] My mother passed about a year and a half ago. I miss her. We were really close. My dad likes to say that I resemble her. You do. I don't know. Anyway, on to another topic. Yeah, far be it from you to actually open up about your vulnerabilities. Damn it, Ana! This is the last warning. "If you would just leave, you wouldn't have to worry about me interrupting you all the time." Anyway, here's a little about me, I can seem crazy, but don't worry, I'm not. I just take after my father. Being Asian, and I'm talking about from the Asian motherland not a second generation migrant, he tends to...well...be very Asian; which means that he speaks his mind whether it offends you or not, but he is also very respectful, you know, respect your elders and such. He'll eat anything that looks edible. And when he's upset, he'll start to tell you off in Tagalog. So now that you know my father, you know me because I do the same shit. [big smile] If by chance, I offend any of you with my demeanor...I don't really care, but I guess I should clarify something. For individuals who don't really know me, they tend to assume that I'm acting black. How the heck do you act black? And if there's a way to act black, should I act Asian or white instead? I'm just being me. Besides, I have a multicultural family. There are all colors of the rainbow in my family, which means that I have black cousins, white cousins, Latin cousins, a shit load of Asian cousins and one Indian cousin. My aunt, on my mother's side, just had a baby with a great Indian man, Taji. He teaches us how to speak Punjabi and loves to show us how to make authentic Indian food. So there you go. That's me. You forgot to tell them that you're one quarter asshole too. "What did I just tell you?" "Don't barge into my room as if this is your place. But since you want to start something, let me hand that ass over to you." "Talking all that shit again. I'm tired of your mouth." "I'm tired of your shit. If you don't get the hell out—" [Lots of fumbling] "Oh shit, David." "That's right, Ananda, whose pussy is this? Hmm?" "Yours, baby, yours. Oh damn it, I'm gonna come." "You gonna behave yourself the next time?" "Yes, please don't stop." [Kisses] "You feel so tight, baby. Want me to come with you?" "Yes. Yes!" [Groans, grunts, whimpers] "Please, David, faster." "Like that?" "Yes, yes, David, DAVID!!!" "FUCK!" "SHIT!" [Heavy breathing] "Mmmhhhhmmm." "Don't fall asleep, you have your date, remember?" "Crap. Now I have to get right back in the shower. You did this on purpose so that I'd be late, didn't you?" "I did no such thing. You know that every time we argue we fuck. Ow!" "Watch your mouth!" "Okay, stop hitting me like that or your ass won't be going on that damn date by the time I'm finished with you." [Silence] "You always try to bully me. Get out so that I can get ready." "Fine. Just call me when you get back so that I know nothing happened to you." I love these moments we have after a steamy sex session. He searches my soul with his light brown eyes and it's as if there are words on the tip of our tongues willing to spill forth yet they're too shy to make their presence known. I love when he leans in and kisses me tenderly like he's doing right now. I know that he hates the idea of me seeing other guys, but we decided three years ago that it was the best for us to separate. I'm rushing out of the bed and back into the shower because of him and his damn frisky ways. David and I go through periods where we will screw like crazy then we won't touch each other as if we're afraid even the most minute of skin to skin contact will transfer some sort of STD. And we don't have any, even though I rarely sleep with the men I go on dates with, I always use a condom. Besides, David is an avid believer in safe sex. And we were both recently tested and came up negative. I have to take a very quick shower so that I'll be at most five to ten minutes late. I might have to grovel a little to show that I'm really sorry, or I'll have to pull out the dress. You know, the one you wear for the date when you're finally giving it up. Every guy knows that dress and they highly appreciate it. This guy is definitely not getting any, but to make up for my impending tardiness, I'll let his eyes have a nice show. David is gone. I heard the door lock. Yeah, he has a key that he's only supposed to use for emergencies, but I do the same thing at his place—coming and going as I please—so I shouldn't complain. [Heavy sigh] I definitely have to bring my A-game now that David just screwed my brains out. My pussy is delightfully swollen and still pulsing from that mind blowing orgasm that he gave me. I hate that man so much sometimes, but my treacherous heart won't kick him out. It's as if he's a tenant who refuses to move out even though he doesn't pay rent. Like I said, we called it quits three years ago. We dated all throughout college and things were very serious between us, but we just couldn't deal with our jealous and possessive natures. It was becoming somewhat destructive for us and we were both fearful that our friendship would suffer. That and another complication that arose. [Another heavy sigh] The truth is, our craziness wasn't the only reason we went Split's Ville. I think—no, I know that it also has to do with the miscarriage. We were only twenty-two at the time, although we were serious about each other, we weren't ready for a baby; however when I realized that I was pregnant, we got our asses in gear. He started working even harder to get his personal training certification and I job hunted and worked hard until I found my dream job. We were months away from moving into our own place and making things officially official when I had the miscarriage. We were so devastated and overwhelmed by it all that we never truly talked about it. I think the both of us couldn't handle it at the time. Hell, I don't even know if we could handle it now. One minute we're picking out baby names and playing music so that the baby can hear it and the next we had to return the crib and the baby carriage. I think what hurt the most is that I was two days away from completing my first trimester. We had hoped to wait until the birth to find out the sex of the baby, but we had decided with my next ultrasound I would ask the doctor. I had nightmares about what the baby was, whether a girl or a boy. If it was a girl, sometimes I would dream that she looked just like me when I was younger. And if it was a boy, I saw David's slanted, light eyes, his crooked smile, his pointy ears, and full pink lips. I would dream about what our son would look like when he was older, whether or not he would match his father's muscular 6'1" height or would he be taller. Or I would wonder if our daughter would have my attitude and sarcasm, but would be one hell of a daddy's girl. I suffered many sleepless nights. That had to be one of the most painful experiences of our lives. We cried a lot. We argued horribly. He actually hated each other and there was a six month period where we refused to even be around one another. I don't even remember how we began talking again. I think my cousin set it up...or was it our parents? I don't recall anymore. But I do know that it still hurts. I don't have time for this. I should be getting out of here. I just need to throw on my fuck me pumps and I'll be ready. So I'm showing off a little too much cleavage and maybe the dress is hugging my ass a bit too tightly. My date will definitely appreciate my efforts and that's all I'm asking for. I'm at the restaurant and I was only five minutes late, thank God. I sped like a bat out of hell and somehow successfully avoided any run-ins with the police. So, his name is Murphy and he's funny. Aside from the fact that he can't keep his eyes away from my cleavage, he's a good guy. I decided to wear a strapless ivory dress, with faux pearls, which is quite risky since my breasts have a mind of their own. The dress is decent enough to hide my nipples, but it doesn't leave much to the imagination—in a classy way that is. "You just told me that you're a head accountant. Wow, when I was twenty-five, I was still working my way up." [Flirty smiles] "How old are you, Murphy, if you don't mind my asking?" One misconception that men tend to have about women, especially on a date, is that we talk a lot in particularly about ourselves. I don't. I share, but I don't like being the center of attention—at least not all of the time. And sometimes, I just don't want people all up in my business. I try to maintain a fifty-fifty balance in everything. He asks questions to learn about me, I do the same to learn about him. He flirts with me, I flirt with him. I give back what I'm receiving, but it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm interested. For instance, Murphy is good looking, he's stylish, I haven't seen a man pull off a gray three piece gray suit with a hat without looking like a pimp, yet Murphy does it flawlessly. The suit hugs every sinew of his body and just like my dress leaves nothing to the imagination, neither does his outfit. His slacks cling nicely to his muscular thighs, I can get a semblance of his package and the brutha seems hung, but remember when I talked about the umph? I don't feel it. He's funny, charming, has great brown eyes and amazing bone structure. He's smart and actually talks about the stock market with me, something that David would rather die than participate in, maybe because we end up fighting about which stocks are the best to invest in, but then again David and I are capable of arguing about how many jelly beans are in the guessing jar at the county fair and not talk to each other for ten minutes if either one of us are proven wrong. Back to Murphy, he is giving me the vibe that he's interested, yet I feel as if our conversation has been superficial. We've gotten slightly personal, you know, what are you looking for in a lover, are you ready to settle down, blah, blah, blah. But it's all so mundane! I'm ready to go. I have given him my full attention, as promised, for the past three and a half hours. I should commend myself especially since my pussy is still humming for David. I was on my best behavior and at times I can be outspoken. Some guys don't like that. "So, Ananda, I had such a great time tonight and I was wondering if it would be too forward of me to ask for a second date?" Huh? "Well, that depends." [Cute smile and hair flip] "I sort of have a lot on my plate work wise and it would be so unfair to you if I was to agree ahead of time knowing that I'm not completely available." "Oh." Damn, he looks so disappointed. Making It Work "How about this, why don't you give me your number? I'll call you as soon as I get free time and who knows, perhaps we can do something more casual: go to the movies or Finley Park. The sky is the limit." Murphy has a nice smile. I might have considered it a panty dropper if my heart was in it, but it's not. "That sounds wonderful." I watch him scribble down his digits, as they used to say back in the day. Then he pays the bill and helps me out of my seat while his eyes help themselves to my ass. I can feel them all over my backside and I know that he's itching to touch, but on the first date, touching is never allowed—at least not in my book. Hell, I gave David my virginity, but he didn't get anywhere near my kitty-cat until I was one hundred percent certain that I was ready to take that next step. Luckily, he never pressured me to get it done like all of my other boyfriends had in the past and I think that's what made me give myself completely to him in the end because I felt relaxed and safe with him. I've yet to regret that decision. Murphy walks me to my car and goes in for the lips. I give him the cheek instead, hop in, start my baby up and wave goodbye as I drive away. I call David, practically shouting over the booty popping music in the background, and inform him that my date was not an axe murderer. He wishes me goodnight and I strip out of my clothes to sleep, hoping that tonight I won't dream about what could have been. Making it Work It's been a long time since things have been normal at home. My husband is a disabled vet and although sex is not completely gone from our marriage, our communication has suffered greatly. You see, my husband has cognitive disabilities that have challenged his ability to remember the simplest things and in turn conversations with him can be frustrating. I love him dearly but sometimes its like talking to a teenager. They comprehend but lack a certain attention span that maturity brings. For this reason romance and arousal have also suffered. Of course I've thought about leaving and moving on. I've told myself that he isn't capable of a normal adult relationship in his current state and there are no prospects that he'll get better. Now my friends all tell me to just find a willing substitute for the occasional adult conversation. They've also suggested that I am fully entitled to meaningful and satisfying sex with a normal man. I admit it does sounds enticing but I decided on a compromise. You see my husband and I joined an adult website several months ago. It was an experiment really. You see I don't have many fantasies. I really enjoy basic sex with no frills and lots of passion. Kissing and oral sex are a result of the moment for me. I am fully content with the feel of a nice hard cock pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy. There is no better feeling except for the feeling of a man's seed rushing into the depths of my pussy filling me with a feeling of excitement and fulfillment - or my mouth if I'm feeling naughty. Since my brain has always been my erogenous zone, I now flirt with the guys on the website. I chat with them and see where things go in an effort to get excited the way I used to with my husband. I try to think of them as versions of my husband before he changed. It works. Often I listen to them make comments about my pictures and feel the juices in my pussy begin to flow. When I'm good and damp I attack my husband. He says he doesn't mind insisting that as long as I'm taking out my desire and sexual excitement on him "What's to complain about?" as he puts it. It works for us. Now this is where things take an interesting turn. Having incorporated this into our intimate lives I decided to take it a step further. Basically I let the sexy guys I run into flirt with me if I'm there type. When they show interest I respond accordingly. I don't take them to hotels or anything like that but I have set up a separate email for this and share it with my husband. It allows him to feel like he is part of this sexy back and forth that gets my juices flowing. I don't date the guys in real life but flirting is ok as long as my husband is not around. I keep no secrets and discuss everything with my husband ahead of time. They serve as arousal stand-ins for my husband in a way. I make every effort not to emasculate him but to enhance the reactions he gets from me in the bedroom. I have found this to be a great way to rebuild our sex lives in spite of his difficulties. This is one such account. I was at Wal-Mart when a man kept checking me out. You know the kind of guy who makes no attempt to hide the fact that he is starring at your ass. I must admit I have a great ass. My husband loves everything about it. It's big and juicy but still firm with no gravity issues. I'm about 5'4" 135lbs with brown hair below my shoulders. I am Latina and in my 40's. I still pass for my early 30's without trying. So this guy who was very much like a younger version of my husband just couldn't take his eyes of my jean covered ass. Not surprisingly he ended up in line behind me. I caught his eyes a few times and all I could do was smile. He was pretty sexy after all. Now a few minutes later as I'm loading my bags in the car, this young man approaches me. He must have been in his early 20's. 5'7" with brown hair and an average build but a twinkle in his eye that could work on any girl. I admired his boldness as he told me how gorgeous I was and asked for my phone number. I told him that I don't give that out to just anyone but if he wanted to get to know me better I would give him my email and he jumped at the chance. When I got home I filled my husband in on the encounter and admitted that my pussy was feeling rather moist. My husband being the horn dog he is decided to bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me fast and furious. He gently dropped my jeans to my ankles, slid my panties down to my knees and with a soft hand parted the damp lips of my throbbing pussy. He was hard as a rock and entered me in one stroke. We fucked like teenage rabbits for about 5 minutes until he unloaded in me and made me feel every bit a woman with that seed I so treasured. I turned around kissed him and then continued with my chores. Later after a shower and change I sat at my computer desk and checked my email. Sure enough there was an email from this young man who called himself Sal. He was of Italian decent, 25 and single. He was very mature for his age but didn't hide his youthful urges. Remember I said he was bold. He took the time in his very first email to explain that while he wants to get to know me and understands if it takes time, he is a very sexual person and wanted to be sure I wouldn't be offended by his ways. He confessed that he had jerked off as soon as he got home to the images of my ass in his mind. He followed that with pictures. Yes pictures. He had a beautiful cock. It was about 7" in length with an average appearance but still enticing. He was circumcised and rock hard in the picture. He also sent me a link to a video of him jerking off but he warned me that he had taken a cell phone picture of my ass and that was in the video. He said that he came all over it at the end of the video. I couldn't resist, so I clicked the link and watched the video clip. It was just as he described. He was moaning and stroking that beautiful cock. Slow and steady while starring at my ass. It was a bigger turn on than I had ever expected. While watching the video I couldn't resist rubbing my clit and the moisture began to flow. The minute the video ended I went down the living room and approached my husband. By this time he had his nightclothes on and the kids were at their grandparents so I immediately reached into his pants and pulled out my real lovers cock. I sucked on it like it was the first night we had sex. After 15 minutes of teasing and sucking him, licking his balls and playing with the head of his cock he announced he couldn't hold back the flood of his seed. I wrapped my eager lips around the head and swallowed every last drop. His cum was always tasted sweet and I loved it. It always makes me feel the love he has for me and me for him. It's a very intimate act that I only do for him. Yet, I confess to a second of imagining I had that young studs beautiful cock in my mouth. I envisioned getting him ready to ram that beautiful cock in and out of my wet pussy until I passed out from satisfaction. I am so glad that I finally found an outlet and remedy to help improve our sex lives. I love my husband and have even considered bringing in outside help for him. I can't give him what he wants/needs and as I have found something to help me it's only fair that I find something to help him. When I figure our how to handle his part of this you will be the first to know - Stay tuned.