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Unconditional Love Ch. 01

By: Old_Blue



Jane Long looked in the mirror one last time before going downstairs.

She pushed a segment of hair aside and sighed, "Looks like it's time for a touch-up application of No. 23, Honey Blonde."

Jane was proud of the way she kept herself. She had even begun to like the way her store bought breasts looked and felt. 

"Not bad for a Mom in her mid thirties," she spoke to the mirror.

She turned to see her profile, while running a hand over her hip.

Even though Jane, was a work at home Mom, she had her rules and stuck to them.

Every week day morning, after fifteen minutes on the stair-master and a stimulating shower, she would get herself fully dressed and put make-up on before going down to the kitchen. 

Once there, her first order of the business workday was to make a pot of coffee, put bread in the toaster and fire up her laptop.

She enjoyed the morning ritual of going over her e-mail in the kitchen, while sipping coffee and nibbling toast and jam. -----

When all was ready she sat down to view her e-mail.

Over the brim of her cup she saw, Subject: Your Son Robert Loves You Unconditionally!

"Now there's an attention grabber," she thought aloud. "It's amazing the things that some of these scammers come up with. - It's probably loaded with spam or viruses."

She looked at the sender's name, "Goddesses of Love" and noticed there was an attachment. She hit the delete key, saying "Probably some sex ad, wanting me to get collagen shots in my labia."

Without a second thought, she moved to the next e-mail, her e-bill from SunCoast.

The phone rang, interrupting Jane's scrutiny of the bill.

"Yes, Hello, Republic Graphics."

It was Robert, her nineteen-year-old son, "You won't believe this. I just picked up a project from Millis Steel Fabrications."

Jane loved to hear her son talk. He had one of those smooth husky male voices that seemed to travel from a woman's ear, to her brain, via her pussy. In simpler terms, you might just call it sexy.

"That's wonderful Honey; is it a rush job?"

"No and I'm sorry to say, it's not what you'd call a big money maker, but it is a foot in the door for us."

"No matter, we'll turn in an impressive layout for them. After they see it, this Mother and Son team will be the only people they'll use for their technical layouts."

"I'll bring the specs home after my last class. I can spend some time with you, going over everything, before I have to leave for the cabin."

"Fine Honey, We'll talk when you get home. Bye."

With a sigh, Jane sat back down, coffee cup in hand. She forgot about her laptop and began to reminisce. Not about the good old days but about the last few months.

She knew the feelings that she was now having for her son were not the same kind of feelings she had when he was younger.

In fact, when he was in High School, she had seen him naked. 

As she viewed him, her thoughts were not sexual. She felt pride as she momentarily assessed her son's body. He had her hair and eyes, a strong jaw and hansom face. He stood erect and tall, giving him the appearance of strength and authority. She admired his muscle tone, the flat stomach, tight ass and yes, even his manhood.

Now things had changed, she was seeing him as a full sexual male.

A young man, but no less virile. This new view of her son was causing disturbing desires in her and she felt a deep conflict over her motherly love of her son and her womanly lust for him.

She had watched him masturbate in the shower, not but a month ago. His cock was more than impressive. She knew she had never had one that long or large in her and she felt a yearning to be filled with his prick. She wanted to feel it penetrating her, opening her wider than she had ever been spread before. 

As she watched, her mind filled with longing. She heard him grunt his release and watched, spell bound, as he shot three then four arching spurts that hit the glass door.

She felt an over whelming need to know what it would feel like. She envisioned her sons cock in her. His pulsing prick shooting all that cum into her, filling her. She wondered lustfully, if she would be able to feel the impact of each spurt as it traveled deep in her and splash against the end of her tunnel. -----

In High School, Jane had sexual intercourse with four different men or should we say one man and three boys.

It was one of the boys that knocked her up.

It was just a pity fuck. Maybe she should call it a birthday fuck. Miles Long just turned seventeen and for some screwy reason, Jane gave him his first taste of sex, as her gift.

Jane's parents demanded that they get married. Miles parents wanted her to get an abortion. Miles, wanted nothing more than to fuck, and if that meant getting married, he was all for it. 

No one seemed to care what Jane wanted. -----

Jane's thoughts flitted back to Robert. He was the love of her life and now she was having troubling thoughts about wanting him to be the lover in her life.

She was masturbating with visions of him in her mind. Fantasies of him fucking her, burying his ten inch cock in her and filling her, stretching the walls of her pussy, making her come and cry out his name.

She put her cup down. The wetness between her legs and the throbbing deep in her was demanding attention.

Pushing her hand under her waistband, she thrust two fingers into her cunt and began to pump.

She held on to the side of the table as her climax approached. She was pumping hard and she could smell the sweet odor of her juice as it flowed over her fingers, lubricating everything so heavily that she could hear the slapping and squishing sounds as wet hand pounded against the wet lips of her cunt.

She was now concentrating, focusing on her need to come. She stopped breathing as she felt the edge of it arrive. 

She pulled her fingers out and brought herself over the top by frantically thrashing them over her clit.

Her cunt was throwing out more of its juice as her orgasm inched closer.

When the orgasm arrived, it hit so hard, she couldn't speak until she finished riding it over the top. Like a rollercoaster on its way down, she screamed, "Yes Robert, Fuck Me, Fuck Me!"

She resumed fanning her fingers over her clit, making herself go over several more smaller hills before allowing her throbbing cunt to coast. Her heart was thundering, her chest was heaving from the effort. She gasped trying to take in enough air to replenish what her body needed, to recover from its exertion.

She had to sit there, unblinking as she began to calm herself. There was no sense in trying to stand, though she knew she would to have to change into dry slacks and underwear.

When she removed her hand from between her legs, droplets of her cum clung to her finger tips. She licked them, savoring the taste of her own juice, enjoying it and the wonderful smell of sex that was surrounding her. The heat of her body was sending waves of lusty scent out from her.

She knew a quick shower would be needed to remove this smell of fresh sex. But not just this second. -----

Robert was having a great day.

At the Community College, where he was taking several courses for industrial design, he made a contact with a small business owner who needed an industrial drawing done for his metal fabrication. This could turn out to be good filler work for them.

Then there was Jane.

It was difficult for him to see her as the taboo Mom. The woman that you weren't supposed to have nasty thoughts about.

Secretly, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. That's not exactly true, he wanted that and more. He wanted to tell her of his feelings and desires. He wanted to call her Jane or My Love or Darling, anything but Mom.

He smiled, as he thought about is plan.

After two months of careful preparation, today he put it into action. Yes, things were about to change. Jane would soon know how he felt and she would be his.

Soon he would be fucking the most beautiful and sexy woman he had ever known. He would be able to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair as she sucked his cock. 

Oh, Yes. In just a few more days, he would be sucking on the tits that previously, he could only fantasize over.

He had seen his mother's breasts on just several occasions. He remembered marveling at the height of her brown nipples and their surrounding circle. They seemed to meld together in the appearance of one large cone. 

To him, the only good thing his father ever did, was to make Jane have a breast enhancement. He remembered her telling a friend, that she went from a 36 B to a very firm 36 D and now she felt as if she was caring the weight of two small melons on her chest.

Soon, very soon, Rob thought, they would be his melons to play with. -----

Jane was walking up stairs on wobbly legs.

She was getting a lot of sex lately; sadly, it was all self-administered. She found herself wishing that she were getting it from her son instead of the glass dildos that she like so much.

Her mind flashed to her vision of Rob in the shower, replaying the part where his cum hit the glass door. It hit with a lot of force and Jane wanted to feel it erupt like that in her cunt. She wanted to feel the impact as he shot spurt after hot spurt into her. Her cunt was aching for it she wanted it so bad. 

She came back from her daydream, but the feeling in her cunt was real. The twinge that she knew would soon grow into an insatiable ache that had to be satisfied.

She walked into her bathroom, taking off her blouse, bra, shoes and slacks. She then looked at the tiny shower, then at the large garden tub.

Talking aloud to herself, "No, I have no time to soak in the tub and I've had it with this dwarfs shower."

She opened her vanity and removed her two glass dildos. They had been expensive but well worth it.

She liked the feel of the small one that had five clear glass balls of increasing sizes. When she would insert two of the balls in her ass, it helped to increase the strength of her orgasms. On the occasion when she could get the third in, she always got, what she called an extra orgasm, because, her cunt would spasm if she pulled it out fast.

Her "Lover" as she called it was a hundred dollar glass prick. She bought it because it had a noticeable curve and looked like a smaller version of her son's cock. 

Now, she grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, body wash and two of her fluffy bath towels. She then headed to the main bathroom, with its oversized glass block shower.

Once there she put the towels on the toilet lid, stepped out of her panties, adjusted the water temperature and stepped in, carrying all her supplies.

She moved under the large showerhead, drenching herself. She felt her long hair become wet and heavy as she pulled it back, over her shoulders. The feel of the droplets striking her aroused body only increase her desire to come. 

She knew from experience that it was best to insert the glass ball dildo first, before she did anything else. This way she could adjust to it as she moved and if she wanted, she could insert it deeper.

She held the dildo and covered it with a thick coat of her conditioner. She bent forward, into the shower spray, with her head and half her back being pelted.

Using her left hand, she pulled her cheek wide and her middle finger pinpointed the expectant hole. She brought the five-globed shaft around and easily slid the first one in.

She pushed again and felt the first sign of resistance, before it to slid home. The third ball now required concentration. Relax she told her self and she willed her ass to open and accept the third orb as she applied a constant steady push. She felt a twinge of pain as her pucker stretched to accept the larger orb. When it was completely seated, her pucker sealed it in. She gave a slight tug in both directions to assure herself that, it was there to stay.

When she stood, she could feel a jolt in her pussy as the glass balls pressed against the thin separating wall.

The sensation made her cringe and she felt her stomach muscles tighten as a new wave of expectation flooded her mind, telling her to try and push one more ball in, challenging her.

She felt a need to try something new because she had never been able to take the fourth ball. She bent and with a quick pull removed the rod. She could feel her cunt spasm slightly as her muscles once again closed to protect her hole.

She pushed the bottle of conditioner up to it, felt the small nozzle penetrate and leaning further forward gave a small squeeze. The feel of it, as the thick liquid entered her, gave her a tingle and thrill of a feeling.

She new she needed to act fast before the muscles of her hole would begin to tighten even more. She inserted the first small bulb, then pushed hard and fast. The next two orbs shot past her protecting outer muscle.

She was still bent over. The exertion of rapidly forcing two of the balls into her left her feeling light headed. She was now hanging on to the shower door, her butt facing the sidewall. She was rocking her body back and forth. Wondering how was she going to do this, when, without a conscious thought, she pushed her ass hard, against the back wall of the shower and screamed as the forth globe was brutally forced past that tight muscle protecting her bowels.

She thought she would faint, her eyes were closed and she was seeing bright sparks flashing in them. 

She was just beginning to recover, when she felt another set of muscles react. Her bladder began to release. She couldn't stop it; all she could do was hang on to the shower door and let everything drain from her.

Her brain was now registering new feelings. The pain had subsided quickly and all her senses seemed to be heightened. She could feel her urine running thru her and it felt sexually stimulating as it drained from her.

It poured from between her legs and splashed on the tile floor, she could feel droplets bouncing back up, hitting her legs. This was all new and it was feeling better with each passing second.

When she was finally drained, she pushed, hoping she could get more to come out. That push gave her another new sensation. She felt the dildo in her ass, pressing for an escape and the same muscle that tried to prevent its entry was now preventing its release. The tension of this effort sent a warm tingle up her spine and back down to her pussy causing a clenching in her stomach and a small spasm to erupt in her empty cunt.

She slowly straightened, and now noticed a pleasurable feeling with every movement.

Thoughts of washing her body were forgotten. Even the sharp spray from the shower was driving her to new heights of arousal. Her nipples were rock hard, and still straining, wanting to be stimulated even more.

She reached for her Lover and was expecting to thrust it into her slippery cunt. She was ready and wanted to ram it in and out until she came.

When the head of her dildo penetrated her, she heard or probably felt a distinct but muffled Clink. The sound of two heavy glass objects knocking into each other. She gave a quick hard push and the head of her Lover slipped past the obstruction.

As it did, her legs collapsed from under her. She was able to catch the bar on the shower wall and lower her self as her eyes shot wide open and her pussy exploded in an orgasm that released a gush of fluid from her.

She lay there on the floor, shocked, amazed and wanting another orgasm just like that one.

She was panting, as she laid full back. She brought her knees up and began a slow, short in and out pumping as the needle like drops of the shower abused and stimulated her body.

The tempo of her very short strokes was increasing and she wondered what would happen if she pulled it out completely and pushed it back in again.

With a hard pull, it shot out of her as she cried and grunted as her stomach muscles tightened and cramped into knots. Her ass tightened so much it hurt as it pushed against the glass-orbed shaft in it. She felt the urge to pull her back up off the shower floor in a crunch and push as if she were trying to give birth. She was amazed that her straining hadn't pushed out the dildo in her ass. The muscles in walls of her cunt were contracting in an effort to push and squeeze on something that wasn't there. Slowly, very slowly, she was able to lie back on the small tiles. 

She brought her hand up and placed it on her belly, feeling it rise and fall rapidly. 

She still clutched the curved glass dildo as she lay there trying to recuperate. She laid her head back in exhaustion, but no matter how tired she felt some inner force was driving her to put the dildo back in and come again.

Her body seemed to have a mind and will of its own. She felt it obey the force of nature. 

The lips of her labia were still splayed, exposing her gaping cunt. With a trembling hand, she placed the tip of her glass dildo in her, then drove the head past the obstruction that was filling her bowels, and restricting her vaginal passage. The swift, sharp penetration gave her the same glorious and devastating release, producing a cry of triumph. -----

Rob came in through the garage entrance. As soon as he entered, he heard the shower running and it sounded like it was coming from his bathroom.

Possibilities were running thru his mind.

When he looked in, he could see her naked body, lying on the shower floor, head rolling from side to side, her knees up and both hands between her legs. 

He got a hard on, at just about the same time, as he got the idea.

He hopped on one leg into the bathroom, making a lot of noise and headed to the toilet.

Jane turned her head as she lay on the floor and gasped as she saw her son, his eyes fixed on her prone body.

One arm came up to cover her breasts and she quickly pulled the dildo from her cunt. Despite her embarrassment, the effort ripped another smaller orgasm from her. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but a brief "Auh" escaped, as she felt the muscles in her cunt complain at the emptiness.

She couldn't sit up so she turned on her side, trying to hide as much of her body from him as she could.

"Robert!" She snapped, "Get out of here."

"I can't, I have to go."

He couldn't believe his eyes, not only did she have a smooth clean shaved pussy; she had a tattoo of some kind, directly over her mound and above her slit.

"Well, go into my bath and do it. Now!"

"I can't," he said in a desperate and panting voice. "I hurt my leg and I have to pee badly."

Now there was some understanding in her voice. "Fine; just - do it and leave."

She was sitting on her right hip and turned as much of her back to him as she could.

To Rob's eyes, she was giving him a glorious view of her shoulder, naked back, part of her ass and an upturned hip. Her long wet hair hung down to her shoulder blades. Her spine was perfectly straight and her waist looked thinner without cloths.

"What is taking so long," she snapped!

"Sorry," He snapped back! "But it's hard to get it out, while I'm trying to balance on one leg."

Concern was now in her voice as she looked back over her shoulder. "What happened to your leg?"

"I pulled a muscle when I missed a step coming out of the Computer Science Building," he said as he began to undo his pants.

"What, - are you doing?"

"This is the only way I'm going to be able to pee. I need to sit like a girl."

"Well hurry, I need to rinse the soap off."

Jane moved her hand down to the dildo in her ass as stealthily as she could.

She gave a slight tug, - and nothing moved.

This was not going to be easy. Probably best to get it over in one quick pull.

She wrapped her hand around the base and yanked hard.

With a cunt crunching orgasm, forcing a loud grunting "Ooh God", and a painful protest from her ass. Her hand flew in the air and the dildo slipped out of her grasp, causing an echoing clatter as it bounced to a stop by her feet.


Unconditional Love Ch. 01



It was the first day of Spring Semester at Community College Of Philadelphia and the beginning of a new life for me, Mike Thompson. At twenty years old I had been out of high school for just about three years and' still had no job and was quickly becoming depressed. I had decided it was time to go back to school and try to learn a trade with hopes that doing such a thing might better my chances of getting a good job and building a life.

I planned on going for creative writing to better his writing skills; I wanted to become an author someday and write a fantasy novel. It had been my dream since I was just a kid. Just to be safe though, I was also going to be taking up carpentry so that I had some form of backup in case writing did not work out for him as a career. I wanted a fresh start and' a future and the ability to say that I could accomplish something.

I was positive that the way to accomplish that was to go back to school.

I did not have very much money, so Community College was the best solution for me and I managed to get a grant and a couple of loans. I was also very thankful towards my mother and step-father who had helped pay for all the supplies that I needed to buy such as copy books, pens, pencils and etc. 

It was my first day and I was pretty' excited to say the least. I got off the Market Frankford line at 13th street and' took the subway to Spring Garden and walked up towards the school. I pulled out my cell phone and called my friend Jamie; she was also a student here, studying creative writing just as I was and she had told me if I needed I could call her and she would help me out on my first day. After a few ring's she picked up her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jamie it's me Mike; I'm outside the school and I have no clue where my classroom is."

"Oh, well come in through the cafeteria and meet me by the lunch line. I'll' help you get there after I finish breakfast, we still have an hour before class anyway."

I hung up and' made my way in through the cafeteria entrance and looked around a bit before spotting Jamie by the lunch line. I made my way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder, startling her, but when she realized it was' me she laughed and threw her arms around me and hugged me.

Jamie was a beautiful girl with short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, and oh what a sexy fucking body. We had known each other our entire lives, literally' since we were in diapers. Our families were close friends as well which was really' the reason why we knew each other so well and for so long.

I knew she'd' had a crush on me since we were in at least the ninth grade and I guess I kind of had' feelings for her to but they did not go as deep as the way she felt for me. 

She finished up her breakfast and as promised started walking me to the carpentry class.

"So you excited to be here?"

"Yeah, definitely; I just hope I can keep my head above the depression you know? I just want to do what's best for me."

"I'm sure you'll get through," she smiled at me. 

"Of course, as long as I have my best friend," I laughed. She blushed and gave me a hug as we stopped outside what I assumed was the carpentry room. 

"I am really proud of you for doing this though; you've been through hell since we left high school. You deserve to have something good happen for once."

She walked away after that, but not before giving me a light kiss on the cheek. It was my turn to blush now and I was thankful she had walked away right after the kiss so she would not notice me blushing.

I walked into carpentry class and introduced myself to the instructor who proceeded to announce, that they had a new student and told me to introduce myself to the other students.

I had always been a people person, so I had no problem making friends pretty much as soon as I had sat down at the appointed seat.

I met a guy named Joe and another guy named Shane and we spent a bit of time talking for a while before the class actually started. 

Carpentry was done and over with by about 10:00 and I had half an hour before my next class, creative writing at 10:30 so I decided to head down to the cafeteria with Shane and Joe for a while. I was surprised to see that Jamie was there but then I remembered we both had creative writing class and at the same time. 

"So here's to the new kid," Shane said referring to me obviously and everyone at the table laughed. "He did good on his first day of a real man's job, but now he's off to creative writing class."

He was mocking me I knew, but I also knew he was joking and I took no offense and laughed along with him and everyone else.

"I'm just fucking with you man. You're a cool dude' I hope your creative writing class goes well."

"Thanks Shane,"

Jamie scooted closer to me and handed me her bottle of Mountain Dew. We always shared our drinks at lunch in high school, and it made me laugh to find that we were doing the same thing now; it felt like we were back in high school again.

I took a swig of the mountain dew and handed the bottle back to her as Joe, Shane and a girl named Kim talked about going to the movies after class that same night. As I listened to the conversations, I found myself distracted when my eyes crossed paths with the most beautiful person I had seen in a long time. She was tall, about 5'9" with long silky black hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had long beautiful legs with smooth skin and she wore a black dress, rocking the sort of gothic style but it fit her perfectly.

I did not realize until it was too late and she winked at me, that she was coming over to our table.

I shook my head, looking away quickly so as not to let on that I had been staring at her. I did not want to make her feel freaked out or anything like that.

Jamie noticed my quick motions and laughed, shaking her head. I knew she knew what was going on and that was why she was laughing at me, but I did not have anything to say. I was thankful I had known her for so long because I knew she would not make fun of me or if she did' it would only be jokingly.

The girl leaned over Shane's shoulder and rustled his hair a bit before sitting down beside him casually and it was pretty' clear that everyone here knew her well and that they were all close friends with her.

"Who is she?" I could not help but pop the question and Jamie giggled beside me.

"That's Alison George. She studies sexuality, something else and oh yeah she's also in our creative writing class in fifteen minutes."

That was just great; I was always a people person but I was horrible with girls that I had a crush on. So' I had just met her and' already I found myself attracted to her and on top of that I had to share a class with her. This was probably not going to end well, at least not for me anyway.

"Hey c'mon, it's time for class," Jamie said patting my leg.

We stood up from the table, said goodbye to the others and started walking in the direction that I figured would lead to our creative writing class. Halfway to the room, I noticed Alison following close behind us and I could not help but feel nervous even though she probably had no idea I was even paying attention. Why would she think about that anyway, she was just walking to class like' we are.

I snapped myself out of it just as we came up to the door leading into the classroom and we walked inside. Again' I introduced myself to the teacher and the students and took a seat at the top row of seats next to Jamie.

I groaned, slightly disappointed when I realized that Alison's seat was apparently just two seats down from the left of me. I did my best to pretend not to notice or even care but I guess Jamie probably knew because she kept laughing at me.

Creative writing was an hour and a half long, it was over at exactly 12:00 and that was my last class for the day. Though Jamie had one more class in twenty minutes, so I decided to hang out in the cafeteria with whoever was there and wait for her to finish up' her day that way we could leave together. As I sat, eating my lunch, trying to focus on my food I noticed that Alison was standing across the room talking with three or four girls that were probably good friends of hers.

Shane was sitting across from me talking with someone about getting a band together and going to see a show for some local band in a couple of days. I got up to throw my trash out having finished my meal, and that's' when I noticed her looking back at me. I froze, we had made eye contact but I felt relieved when she smiled at me and winked before walking off towards the bathroom. 

Finally, Jamie came down from her class and I felt relieved to know that I could get out of this building now having survived my first day and already developed a crush on somebody here. As we made our way to the door though, Shane ran up behind us and stopped us before we could leave.

"Hey, we're going to see some stupid horror movie tonight; you guys should come along."

"A stupid horror movie," Jamie asked with a sly grin. "Why would we want to see a 'stupid horror movie' Shane,"

"Just come along. Everyone is going, Joe, 

Christy, Bryan, Alison we'll all be there."

We agreed to go and I had not even realized until I got home that one of the people he mentioned was going to be there was Alison. I could not back out at this point and besides that' I did not really want to; Jamie didn't' want me to either.

She pretty much knew I had a thing for Alison and she wanted me to try to talk to the girl and get to know her instead of being so shy. 

We met up with everybody at Neshaminy Mall around 6:30 that night and once everybody got their' tickets it was into the theater we went. I sat beside Jamie with her on my left and Shane on my right and two seats down in back' of me was none other than Alison.

I must have spaced out though because I did not notice when Shane and Jamie both got up and moved to the row behind me switching seats with Alison who then came down and took the spot where Jamie had been a few seconds before. I felt my cheeks on fire when I realized she was right next to me and she smiled at me when I glanced over at her. The movie started and ran for about an hour and a half; Shane was right, it was a pretty' stupid movie.

I was beginning to wonder why we had even gone in the first place, but it was good to be out of the house. After it ended, it was still a little early and everyone decided to stop in Subway and get something to eat. I ordered a turkey and cheese sandwich on an Italian roll and sat down at the table with Shane, Joe, Jamie, Bryan and Alison.

I could not stand sitting here and looking over at her like this and not being able to say at least something. I had to say at least something, or I was going to drive myself insane with lust or whatever' the hell was going on in my head.

"So how did you like the movie?" I finally spoke. She smiled at me taking a sip of her soda and nodded her head with a look on her face that said she wasn't' sure how to feel.

"Well, it could have been better. I've seen a lot better; what did you think?"

"I don't know, I guess it was alright. Like you said, it could have been better."

At least I had broken the ice and now we were actually having a conversation, the first conversation we'd' had all day since we first met at school that morning. We talked about the movie for a little while then the lesson we had been' taught in creative writing class today and what genres we both loved to write in.

Before we knew it though, it was 10:00 and the mall was getting ready to close. Everyone made their way out into the parking lot, I was walking alongside Alison and Jamie had gone on ahead purposely so as to give us time to get to know each other a little better. As we walked, Alison lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

Normally I did not like women that smoked, but for some odd reason watching her smoke seemed to turn me on. I could not explain it even if I tried to explain it, it was just the greatest thing I had ever seen when she did it.

"So what classes do you have tomorrow?" she asked.

"Oh uh...I only take carpentry and creative writing."

"Oh okay. I have creative writing same time as today, and then sexuality at one o'clock. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

I smiled as we came up to what I figured was her car and she leaned in to give me a hug. We said our goodbyes and that was that. She got in her car and I walked off the opposite direction to catch up with Jamie and the others. All in all I realized I'd' had a fun night, and that I was glad I had talked to Alison.

I was glad that Jamie and Shane had switched seats so that she could sit next to me and I was glad that we had sat together at Subway. Maybe I could somehow manage to push myself to talk to her after all... maybe.

Alison's POV

I watched as he walked away and sighed annoyed that tonight had to come to' an end. I had really enjoyed myself and was not looking forward to going home for the night; it was still so early. At least to me it was anyway.

Oh well, I figured, I started my car and pulled out of the parking spot making my way home. The entire drive home I could not help but think about Mike, I couldn't' get him off my mind no matter what and it was driving me mad. I kept picturing that cute smile and the look on his face that told me how shy he was.

I kept imagining his voice and then worse of all those normal thoughts that you might have at first turned to sexual thoughts. I kept imagining him sitting in front of me, our lips mashed together tongues entwined. Him going down on me while I thrust my hips upwards' pushing myself to the back of his throat. I came up to a red light and that's' when I realized I had a raging hard on in my panties. My dick was throbbing and I knew when I got home I was going to have to relieve myself.

I pulled up outside the apartment building, shut the car off, got out and ran inside straight to my apartment. As soon as I got into the apartment I went' towards my bedroom; my roommate Christy wasn't' home, not that it mattered but it made things more private for me. I stripped down completely naked, tossing my shirt and bra to the floor followed by my shoes and socks then my pants and panties and soon I was walking to the bathroom.

My dick swayed back and forth between my smooth legs as I turned on the hot water and waited for it to warm up a bit.

I stepped into the shower stall and sighed, leaning back against the wall as the hot water washed over me and soothed my muscles. It felt great after a long day of classes, work and then walking around the mall before and after the movie. I was exhausted; but sleep was far from my reach.

I was reminded' of my little friend down below as I felt it starting to become hard again. My thoughts drifted back to Mike and I started picturing him naked; now I was really' hard. I reached down and' grabbed myself and started stroking, the hot water adding to the feeling and I could feel my heart starting to pound in my chest as I imagined him on the floor on his knees between my legs sucking me off.

I imagined him bending me over, shoving his cock up my ass and fucking me until I was blue in the face. Two minutes, that's' all it took before I could feel my pulsating cock starting to swell and that familiar feeling of pressure building up in my balls.

With a moan, I bucked my hips and shot my load all over the shower floor before slumping back against the wall.

I smiled to myself, grabbed the soap and started washing up. 

Even just fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck him felt great to me, I could only imagine what the real thing would be like. It had been so long since the last time I'd' gotten laid; I got out of the shower, toweled down and started getting ready for bed. I slipped into my pajama's' all the while' thinking about Mike and how nice he was. All sexual thoughts were gone now and now I was only thinking about what it might be like to date him; to' date again in general.

It had been two years since I broke up with my last boyfriend, I really was tired of being alone but I was so afraid the next guy' to come along would be just like him. A rude asshole, fat and lazy with no job and no interest in treating me the way I deserved to be treated when I was treating him like a prince. Of course' it worked both ways but that was the problem, I was treating him like gold and he was treating me like trash. 

I did not want the same type of relationship all over again.

Then again, Mike did not seem anything like him. He was polite, funny, smart, sexy, the completely opposite of what Bill had been. What was I so worried about, there was no way he was anything like he was.

Then, there was the obvious question; what would he think if he found out what I really was. Bill liked it, but bill had always been a little fruity even before he met me. As far as I could tell' Mike was as straight as an arrow, not like Bill at all. 

Thing's that turned me on about Mike, well there was nothing that did not turn me on about him; everything about him made me so incredibly horny. Especially, the fact that he was younger then I was. Eight years to be exact' that really got me going, that I could be boning a younger guy' fresh meat for sure. I think he thought that I was turned off by it because he looked worried when he first told me how much younger he really was.

He had no idea how wrong he actually was.

Still, I knew he was not Bill and he was not bisexual looking and definitely did not appear to be gay. So' what if he found out and snapped and beat the hell out of me or' something? What if he just rejected me and never spoke to me again...or the worse case possibility, he rejects me and then wants to stay friends torturing me.

I was pretty' confident he liked me, I could tell by the way he kept looking at me at class and' the cafeteria and at the mall. I just worried how he would react once he learned the truth about me; I was pretty' sure he had no idea there was a penis between my legs. 

I had decided it was for the best not to even entertain any thoughts of asking Mike out on a date or letting on that I had interests in him romantically. Unless he made the first move; then I would deal with the consequences later. I just did not want to act on my own for fear of what might happen in the end. 

Mike's POV

We were on the 14 bus heading home. I was leaning against the window while Jamie sat on the outside seat, talking with Shane. She must have realized something was on my mind because when we got to Shane's stop and he got off the bus she turned to me and smiled that caring smile she always had.

"What's wrong?"

"Me...ah...nothing,"

She raised her eyebrow and I laughed shaking my head.

"It's nothing, really I promise."

I could tell she still did not believe me not that I was surprised. She always knew when something was wrong and I always found it damn near impossible to keep secrets from her. If we were dating, I would never be able to cheat on her even if I wanted to.

Not that I would want to; Jamie was a great girl and if I were her boyfriend, I would be pretty' damn lucky. The last guy' she went out with had treated her like garbage and I had wanted to rip him to pieces when they broke up; she cried for weeks and I could hardly stand the sight of it.

I hated that guy' with a passion, even to this very day,

"Seriously Mike," she said moving closer to me. 

"Tell me what's wrong."

Yep, there it was. She knew every damn time when I was lying to her no matter how well thought out or constructed the lie was. There was no escaping that much I guessed.

"I don't know; I'm just confused."

"About what,"

"About the way tonight turned out with Alison."

"Well what's the problem," she asked. "You guys seemed to have gotten along pretty well to me. I don't get what's wrong." 




Unconditional Love Ch. 01



It was true we did get along well, but something had seemed off. She had seemed nervous the entire time that we were talking and I had been unable to figure out what was going on inside her head. I wanted to know so badly; could it have been the age difference between us,

Alison had told me during our conversation that she was twenty' eight years old. I was only twenty and when I told her' she seemed a bit surprised to hear such a thing, like' it was a problem. At first anyway, but then she lightened up and our conversation had carried out a little while longer.

It didn't' bother me that was for sure, I always liked older women as much as I liked women the same age as myself; but if it bothered her, that was a problem. That was the only problem that mattered.

"Look, whatever it is I'm sure it will work itself out."

"I hope so," I sighed. "I really like her Jamie; I really do."

She smiled at me and stood up as the bus pulled up to her stop and gave me a brief hug. "I'll see you in class tomorrow,"

With that she turned towards the door, rang the bell to let him know she was getting off at the next stop and when the bus pulled over and the door swung open' she stepped off the bus leaving me to myself.

"What am I going to do about this?" I asked myself under my breath.



Unconditional Love Ch. 01



"Are you OK," he asked? He then noticed the dildo by her feet.

"Yes, yes, -- yes, I'm fine. Please; finish and get the hell out of here." She was embarrassed beyond belief.

She was now able to sit and she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her ass hole felt like it wouldn't close, as the shower continued to splash over her, now turning quite cold. A situation that did not help her nipples.

Rob sat there with a hard on, when he noticed her panties, they looked wet.

He picked them up, they were wet, very wet, and it didn't smell like pee, it had the distinct odor of sex. The thought that he was smelling Jane's cum soaked underwear made his prick feel like it would explode.

Jane turned slightly and noticed two things. First, she could see, he had a stiff prick and second he had her panties in his hand.

"What are you doing," she asked in a shocked voice.

"Well, I smelled something unusual, kind of sweet like honey and I traced the smell to these." He held up her panties, feeling the crotch between his thumb and forefinger.

"Put those down! - Pee - and get out," she said red faced from embarrassment.

"I can't pee now. Look what the smell of your panties did to me."

He moved his hands and thrust his hips forward, to expose his rigid cock.

Jane's heartbeat increased, her nipples rose and pebbled even further and she felt a throbbing deep inside her as her eyes locked on Robs magnificent cock.

That was it, after all this, nothing more could embarrass her. She stood, turned off the shower then turned towards him and stepped out.

With all the will power she could muster, she reached over him to grab a large towel.

As she did, her left breast hung only a foot away from Rob's mouth.

Robs hand shot up and directed the breast towards him. He quickly turned his head and lunged for the dripping nipple. Capturing it in his mouth, he greedily began sucking on it, trying to pull more of her teat in.

Jane gasped at the feeling and almost collapsed as her limbs began to shake.

Conflicting emotions flooded through her as she felt the suction on her breast and the warmth of his tongue as it caressed her cold hard nipple.

She forced herself to move. Quickly turning, pulling her wanton teat from his mouth and without a word marched into her bathroom, shut the door, and began to cry.

Rob was in shock. What had he done? It seemed like instinct made him reach out and suck her breast into his mouth. It felt so good, so right, to suck on it, to feel her nipple respond in his mouth. Then, when she pulled it from him. In that instant, he was forced to realize that she did not want him as much as he wanted her.

"What have I done?" He accused himself loudly.

For a moment, it had been exciting, even fun to expose himself and then, it all changed. Now he was afraid. 

He kept reliving that instant, when she pulled her breast from him and just walked away.

He thought, "Had she locked herself in her bathroom to protect herself from me?"

Rob was feeling shame and fear. All he could think about was escape. He felt a need, to put distance between them.

He got up, no longer was his prick hard. He adjusted his cloths. Then he went to his room. His weekend luggage was all ready packed and he put it by the stairs. He then walked into his mother's room and stood in front of her bathroom door.

"I am so sorry for what just happened. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

There was no answer, just sounds of crying and haltered breathing from the other side of the door.

Rob, sadly turned and quietly left the room.

He felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. He felt that he should probably be kicked in the balls for what he had just done to his mother, the woman he professed to love. 

Now he wanted solitude. He called the two friends that he was going to take up to his cabin and apologized for not being able to go this weekend.

With that done he headed North on the hundred mile trip, over US Highway 169, to the town of Malmo, Minnesota and his cabin on the northern shore of Mille Lacs.

The cabin was the only thing willed to Rob when his father died. The victim of an unusual choking accident. -----

Jane was miserable. What had she done to her son? Why hadn't she just asked him to throw her a towel?

"What kind of Mother am I? I dangled my tits in front of him..."

She cried until there were no tears left.

Weak and tired from the orgasms, the tears and torment, she stood and put her robe on. She was in a trance as she went into the main bathroom, retrieving her panties, her dildos and the other bath items. She returned to her room and mechanically put everything in its proper place.

She needed some coffee, and there was still the pot from this morning. All she would have to do is put a cup in the microwave and she could sit and work this all out.

In her bare feet, she walked down the stairs. Mail lay by the door.

In the pile, she spotted a large bright red 9X12 envelope. There on the back of the envelope, in large gold letters, was "Goddesses of Love".

She had seen that name before, she was sure she had. The envelope was addressed to her, so she opened it.

On vibrant red stationary, with the same fancy gold scrollwork that was on the envelope, there was a very short note, with a Visa Card attached.

"Congratulations!"

Your son's winning entry has been an inspiration to many.

As we had previously explained in our e-mail, your son's thoughts were of you when he entered our contest.

I'm sure you are as impressed with his responses as we were. 

We hope that you will enjoy the prize he won for you.

Women like you should be exceedingly proud of yourselves for teaching your sons the true values of life.

We hope you are content in the knowledge that, your son loves you, unconditionally.

Sincerely, Joy Cotts, 

Administrator for Truth Research Technology

"Oh My God." Jane gasped, "I deleted it!"

She flew to the kitchen and tapped the computer to bring it back to life.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the big 1 next to the delete file.

She clicked on the delete box. 

There it was. Subject: Your Son Robert Loves You Unconditionally!

CLICK.

Curious and excited, she read.

Dear Ms. Long,

Your son thought enough of you to enter a contest, for the opportunity to win $1,000 cash.

Second prize $500 - Third prize $100 and from 4th to 10th place winners $25 each.

His entry statements were very good. Only a thin judgment line separated all of our winners.

Out of the thousands of entries, Robert won fifth place. We hope you will enjoy your $25 Visa Card.

It should be arriving in today or tomorrow's mail.

In order to see the second part of the prize, we would ask you to answer the questions on the attachment.

We send our Best Wishes to You.

Sincerely, Joy Cotts. 

Administrator for Truth Research Technology

Jane was feeling pride, confusion and curiosity.

She clicked on the attachment.

Your son's statements were truly heart warming and showed mature thinking beyond his years.

You should be proud. As you have taught him what is important in life.

However, we will not share Roberts's innermost feelings until we are sure that you are the person, Robert believes you to be.

She stopped reading and began speaking to herself. "Robert tried to win a thousand dollars by divulging his inner most feelings to these people!"

"Here I am his own Mother and I have no idea of what Robert's inner most feelings are."

She was a bit confused, slightly upset and very, very curious.

The e-mail went on.

If you have an interest, please answer the following questions by clicking on YES or NO and enter a brief explanation.

1. Do you love your son unconditionally? - Jane answered, "YES."

1a. If he needed a tender embrace from you, would you give it? - Again she clicked, "YES."

Explain: "Everyone needs a hug now and then."

On this next question, a bead of perspiration broke out on her forehead.

1b. If he asked to hold or suckle a breast, would you let him? - Her quick answer was, "NO."

Explain: "It's just not right."

1c. If he said he needed sexual release, would you help him? - Here, she clicked on, "NO."

Explain: "There are some things he should do for himself."

1d. If he asked you an embarrassing question, would you answer it? - To her, this was an easy, "YES."

Explain: "There are usually ways to explain anything."

1e. If he told you of a problem, would you be judgmental? - "NO," was her answer.

Explain: "I love him unconditionally; there is no need to be judgmental."

When she hit "Enter", the screen went blank for several seconds before a new screen popped up.

-- "SORRY" -- 

Your responses indicate that you do not possess true unconditional love. In fact, some of your answers may not indicate your true feelings or possible actions.

Your question - answer session has been terminated.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE.

Jane got up from the table so fast that she knocked the chair over, as she began an emotional tirade.

"What do they mean, I don't love Rob unconditionally!" 

"I'd give my life for him! -- I'd go to jail for him! -- I'd fucking kill any one that hurt him!"

She was now angrily pacing the kitchen floor. "You mean just because, I won't let him suck on my TEAT, - that means I don't love him."

Her ranting went on for a good ten minutes before she began to slightly calm.

She stormed back to the computer and read the screen again. Only it wasn't the same screen.

ACCESS NOT ALLOWED:

ERROR CODE: - 134-67

1. Do you love your mother unconditionally? - "YES:"

1a. If she asked you for a tender embrace would you give it. - "YES:"

Explain: "I try to embrace her as often as I can, to assure her that she is loved and that I will always be there for her. If she ever asked for my embrace, I would know that she was in emotional pain. I would hug her close to me, kiss her, tell her that I love her and reassure her that everything will turn out for the best."

Tears came to her eyes. "If he were here now, I'd hug him and tell him that I loved him too," she cried.

Thru teary eyes, she reread the screen and then had to go get some more tissues.

When she returned, she saw the screen had change again.

There was question 1b. If she asked you to hold or suckle her breast, would you? - "YES:" 

She had quick consecutive thoughts of, "Yeah, I know he'd love that." Followed by, "That's not going to happen again."

Explain: "I believe, she would ask for me to hold and suckle her breast, because she is in need of reassurance that she is truly needed and loved. What greater gift could she offer than to ask me to suck at the breasts that sustained my life. I know that it would be her way of expressing the tenderest of feelings."

Sadness now filled her heart, as she relived that moment and was now seeing it in a different light. How could she be so uncaring. She had confused the true meaning of love with lust. New thoughts were now worming their way into her brain. She began to realize that her feelings of sexual desire for her son, was not just the lust that she thought it was. This was true love for her son and sex was just another way to express it. 

More tears filled her eyes, and when next she looked, there was.

1c. If she said she needed sexual release, would you help her? - "YES:"

She was not so quick to judge his answer this time.

Explain: "She is a very sexual woman. Her need for release is an expression of love and trust. Should she ask, I would feel so honored, because it would mean that she had trust in my love for her. To give her pleasure, the feeling that she is loved, Yes, I would jump at the chance to show her."

"Oh Rob," she wailed. "I am so sorry, I am just now realizing that unconditional love means, no restraints, no judgments, just love."

1d. If she asked you an embarrassing question, would you answer it? - "YES:" 

Explain: I can think of nothing that I could be embarrassed about. If she asked what I think about when I masturbate I would happily say, You. I would gladly tell her everything, if she would just ask and let me know she was interested and cared.

Her heart once again filled with sadness. His words stung her. Was she that uncaring that she never thought to ask questions about his personal feelings.

She was crying again, but not with the tears of fear that she felt before. These were the tears of regret, for things that she should have done.

1e. If she told you of a problem, would you be judgmental? - "NO:"

Explain: "Problems are for solving. If she would include me, there is no problem we couldn't solve."

Talking aloud to only the walls and herself, she vowed. "Oh, Rob, when you come home, we will talk. I want to know everything.

"I want to hold you and feel you hold me. Yes, even have sex with you, if that is what you want. I love you my Robert."

The phone began to ring as she finished her loving thoughts.

"I Love You Unconditionally."



Unconditional Love Ch. 02



Talking aloud to only the walls and herself, she vowed. "Oh, Rob, when you come home we will talk. I want to know everything.

"I want to hold you and feel you hold me. Yes, even have sex with you, if that is what you want. I love you my Robert."

The phone began to ring as she finished her loving thoughts.

"I Love You Unconditionally."

She rushed to the phone, hoping that it might be her Robert. She didn't answer it with the usual company name, just an excited, "Hello."

"Wow, Sis. You sound excited to hear from me. How'd you know it was me?"

She was only slightly disappointed, for this was the second most important and loved person in the world to her.

"Adam! Is everything all right? Are you Ok?"

His smiling voice came over the phone to her, bringing her the joy it always had. "Yeah Sis, everything's fine. I have some good news. I'm moving back here. I was just hired by Digi Graph, right here in Minneapolis, twenty miles from your house."

"Oh Adam, that's wonderful. We can spend lots of time together."

There was a pause in his answer and the line went dead. She looked at the phone in her hand. She was thinking that Adam may have been calling from his cell phone and the call had been dropped, when she heard his voice from behind her. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Her robe opened as she spun around and saw him standing in the entry door from the garage. She rushed to him and leapt into his open arms her feet off the floor, her arms around his neck and she began to kiss him. He held her, feeling the warmth of her exposed breast pressing against him, as he stepped in and pushed the door closed with his foot.

He was overjoyed at her unexpected response and the momentary view of her hairless pussy, with a small slender tattoo and her large round breasts instantly filled him with the same love and lust he had for her when they were so young.

He carried her like that to the sofa and laid her down. Neither saying a word as he pulled her robe open so he could assess and compare this new woman's body that he had never seen before, to the youthful one, that he had known and explored every inch of.

He was pleased to see the deep sparkle in her eyes was just as vibrant, her lips were the same full ones that he had loved to feel against his flesh. Her breasts were now better than twice the size they were, though their shape had hardly changed. Her nipples were the same as he remembered. He watched as they hardened and grew. He loved how, not only her nipple stiffened, but also her areola. Both had the same coloration and as they tightened and grew, they give her breasts the appearance of having large cone shaped nipples that seemed to scream, "Suck me!"

His vision now drifted down to her hairless pussy. He was disappointed that the soft patch of light honey brown hair was gone, replaced by a tattoo of a small otter with a face that seemed happy to see him. The otter's tail pointed to the top of Jane's slit, as if he was pointing the way to happiness.

Adam knelt on the floor and parted her legs, putting one over each shoulder. She scooted towards him as he bent his head and covered her bare pussy with his mouth. He started ever so slowly, exactly as he did so very many years ago. Jane was suddenly young again. Her brother, the only person in the family that ever loved her, was going to make her come as he did when she was young. Just the old memories were enough to make her wet.

Adam began sliding his long tongue over her hot outer lips, pushing them from side to side, as they began to engorge themselves. He ran his tongue down the middle, but did not penetrate her. The feeling made Jane push into his face.

When he felt her thrust into him, he began to suck on her outer lips, harder and harder he sucked, filling his mouth with her cunt. As she felt the first small tremble in her thighs, her eyes closed. She was excited as she began to remember the things that Adam would make her feel and was hopeful that they were about to happen again.

When Adam felt her tremble, he sucked her pussy as hard as he could and then released it. He pulled back so he could watch as her cunt opened up to him like a flower blooming, its petals opening, allowing him access to her sweet nectar. His mouth closed over her splayed pussy, the tip of his tongue darted into her and the taste brought old memories of their love making back. He began to work his tongue into her. First about one inch of it slid in and circled around the wet slippery walls several times before he withdrew it to savor the juice it extracted from her.

He then let his tongue work on her clit. Its tip playing with the small pink nub as Jane squirmed under the sensations it caused. Adam brought his tongue back to her opening and let two inches penetrate her. He was now able to reach her G-spot. He remembered exactly where it was and his tongue began to probe it.

Jane let out an involuntary gasp and her hand flew to her mouth. Her brain was telling her that she had to be quiet. She forced herself to lay there as she felt his tongue working on her, bringing her closer to her first orgasm.

His tongue was now applying the upward pressure that would make her come. Yes, Yes, her mind was crying out. She wanted to scream and she felt her jaw begin to ache from repressing her cries.

As soon as Adam felt her body go rigid and start to tremble from the strain of her orgasm, he pushed the rest of his tongue into her and began to make the tip of it flick around her pulsing walls.

Jane arched up; pushing against his back with her heals, trying to pull him closer as she pushed her cunt hard into his face. She couldn't restrain herself any more. She grabbed the throw pillow from under her head and pushed it into her face and open mouth as she screamed the cunt wrenching waves of her orgasm into it.

When she removed the pillow from her mouth and her ass was once again on the sofa cushions Adam gave a last lick around her insides, savoring the unchanged taste that he remembered from their youth.

As he lovingly licked the last of Jane's juices from her, he recalled his wife telling him, "If it wasn't for that tongue of yours and the fact that you know how to use it so well, I'd have married a young stud with money."

In public, she would often call him her silver-tongued devil. Many people thought she was referring to his speech patterns. Only her girl friends knew what she really meant. Linda was the type of woman who believed in kiss and tell, and loved nothing more than to describe, in lurid detail, the things Adam did to her with his tongue, whenever the girls would get-together. - God how he missed them both.

As he moved away from Jane, she noticed the change in his mood and his stature. She knew that there was only one thing that could take his mind off their sex. Something had triggered the memories of his wife and daughter. It would be two years now. This very August, when the bridge on interstate 35 collapsed and claimed the life of Linda and their sixteen-year-old daughter, Lisa, along with eleven other people. Two months later Adam sold everything and moved to Albany without so much as a word to anyone, except her.

Jane knew she had to change the mood. "It's my turn now," she said in as sexy a voice as she could muster.

She knelt on the floor in front of him and kissed him sweetly on the lips before moving her mouth to his ear and whispering, "Adam, remember that first night that I crawled into your bed? Neither of us knew what we were doing. The only thing that we both knew was that we liked the feeling of being held. We sensed from the start, that it was love. -- Lay back Adam and let me make quiet passionate love to you, just like we did twenty years ago."

Adam lay on the thick soft carpet and let Jane take control. She took off his loafers and sox. Unbuttoned his shirt, and then undid his belt, clasp and zipper.

Before yanking on them, she whispered, "Lift up."

He raised his hips as she removed boxers and pants in a single pull, exposing his flaccid cock that had a drop of clear pre-cum at its tip from his lost erection. Without a word, she took the soft member in her mouth and began to suck on it. It was a treat for Jane. She loved, but seldom got the chance to put a fully softened cock in her mouth and work it to life. She savored the feeling as she swirled her tongue around it, enjoying its softness and pliability. She held the spongy shaft in her lips as her tongue pushed his foreskin back over the head that was beginning to pulse. She felt his shaft turning in her mouth, as it got longer and more rigid, forcing her lips to part as it grew towards the back of her throat.

As his cock grew, Adam moaned as he felt his sister remove the sadness from his mind.

At the sound of his moan, she brought her head up and off his cock. She leaned toward his ear, saying softly, "Shush or they'll hear us."

Adam paused for only a moment before he realized that when Jane screamed into the pillow and now, when she told him to shush, that she was actually reliving the past. Those times, when they were in his bedroom in their parent's house.

Old memories began to resurface. Their father's rules. One of which was, no one touched anyone. His father's warped mentality made him say shit like; - It's a sin against God to enjoy the touch of a family member.

Jane never knew it, but their mother also suffered from the man's insanity. He wondered how both he and Jane were ever born, unless that's what his father meant when he would yell and rant about sin. How his children were conceived in it and how they embodied sin.

The pleasurable feeling of his prick sliding into Jane brought his focus back to the love he felt for his sister and the love she was showing him now.

Jane was flatfooted as she straddled Adam and worked the head of his cock between the still puffy and sensitive outer lips of her labia. When the head was in her, she had to pause to control herself. She wanted to plunge down on it, impale herself, grind her cunt into him, and scream. It had always been a fantasy of hers to yell - I'm fucking cumming! And shock her parents. She couldn't do that, she had to be slow and quiet.

She began her up and down humping over the head of Adams cock. God, it felt so good to her and she could feel the urge to come building in her. Her mind was telling her that she needed to make Adam come first. Once she felt him go, then she could allow his spasms to bring her over the top of her needed release.

Adam lay there rigid, playing into Jane's fantasy. It was difficult, he hadn't been with a woman in two years and now his sister was riding the head of his cock, driving him beyond endurance. He had to come.

Nature took over and he thrust his hips up and began fucking her with full strokes as he started to spurt his cum into her. She pushed herself down on him, pinning his ass to the carpet as her cunt began to spasm. When she heard him begin to cry out and felt her own desperate need to scream, she fell forward, put a hand under his head and brought his mouth up to her shoulder as she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his flesh. When they were both spent, she released his head and looked at the deep red teeth marks at the base of his neck. She knew she also had a similar brand on her shoulder. She let all her weight go on top of him as he folded his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. Neither saying a word as they closed their eyes, savoring the love that flowed between them. -----

The distant rumble of thunder made Jane open her eyes. She was still lying on top of her brother. His cock was soft again, but had not completely slipped out. She loved the feel of his naked flesh against hers. She moved forward so she could kiss him and as she did his dick fell completely out and she felt the same tingle of twenty years ago as the seepage of their mixed juices leaked out of her.

Her movement made Adam open his eyes. She looked into his steel grey eyes for a long moment and said, "Adam, you're the only man that ever truly loved me."

As soon as she spoke the words, she knew it was a lie. She gasped, "Auh, No! Rob loves me!"

She got up excitedly. She grabbed Adams boxers and put them between her legs, to stop the flow of his cum and her lubricating fluids. "I'll wash it for you after."

Adam groaned as he rose and rubbed the cheeks of his ass and tried to reach his back. "Next time, you're on the bottom. My ass is all prickly from the carpet."

He retrieved his pants and tucked his open shirt in, then followed her into the kitchen. "Ok, Sis. You're excited about something and I'm guessing that it has little to do with me. What is it?"

"You're wrong. It has a lot to do with you. -- I don't know where to begin. I know that I love both you and Rob unconditionally. You and I have had and will continue to have sex as we express our love for each other. I think that's something we both want and need. -- Am I correct?"

"Sis, I came her with the express hopes of rekindling our relationship. It has been so long, I was unsure if you still loved me the same way after all these years. After a greeting like that, you have put all my fears to rest. I love you Sis. I have no desire to remarry. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Adam, I want you in my life again. I love you and need you, but now, I also want Robert and me to feel the same love, and I want to have sex with him. -- Don't say a word, let me ask you, do you know what unconditional love is and what it truly means?" 

"Yes, Jane. I, all too painfully know the difference between Love and Unconditional Love. My wife and I loved each other deeply, but there were conditions attached to that love. You and Mom loved me as I loved both of you, unconditionally."

"Mom," Jane blurted out angrily! "She showed no more love or affection to you than she did to me."

"That's not entirely true. Before I go on, I need you to understand that our mother was afraid of our father. She was afraid of what he'd do to her and what he might do to you, if he found her showing any physical display of love or caring toward you. I'm asking you to put aside your resentment of them for only a minute and think of how she was treated and how he beat you when he found out you were pregnant."

Jane paused and with controlled anger said, "Yeah, I remember him flailing at me with his belt as he called me a vile whore. And yes, I remember him yelling at the top of his lungs at her, while he continued to raise welts on me wherever he could. He called her the devils whore for giving birth to Satan's spawn."

Adam sighed with regret for not being home when their father beat her and for not being strong enough to put an end to the abuse that was constantly, being rained down on them. He cleared his throat and went on, "Just like you and I found comfort and love in each others arms, well; so did Mom."

"You had sex with our mother?"

"It started just like you and I did. One day, I could tell she was in emotional pain and something made me come up to her and hug her. She cried in my arms, one thing led to another, and just like us, we were having sex."

"And, you didn't tell me?"

"I couldn't. She asked me not to, even though she knew we were having sex."

"She knew?"

"Yes, she knew. Jane, I'm telling you, she was happy for us. She wanted to comfort you, but fear is a powerful enemy. Jane, I was even afraid. I was afraid of our crazy father. I was afraid of what I was becoming, because I was fucking both my little sister and my mother. I had to wonder, what that made me."

Jane had a sense of the turmoil that Adam must have gone thru, as she dredged up memories of the conflicts she went thru, over her feelings for Rob. She came over to him and embraced him. "I love you," she said.

He began to kiss her as he slipped a hand under her robe and cupped her breast. Heavy rain was now falling as Jane declared, "Woman does not live by sex alone; I need food. I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm starved. - Open some wine while I throw something together. After we've eaten, we can go up to my bedroom, it's a lot more comfy than the floor or the sofa and we can fuck ourselves to sleep.

As they ate, Jane told Adam about her feelings and desires for Rob. She told him how Rob came home and caught her in the shower while she was using her dildos. How he sucked her breast into his mouth and of her mixed feelings of need and shame. She showed him the letter and told him about the e-mail, holding back none of her thoughts and feelings.

Adam sat patiently and listened. When she was done, he spoke. "I can see and understand your love for Rob. From what you tell me, I have no doubt that he loves you in the same way and with the same passion that I love you. However, I have a question. -- Where do you see this all leading."

There was a confused expression on her face. "I'm not sure I understand? What I do see is the three of us loving each other and living here, a happily ever after kind of thing."

Adam shook his head. "Jane unless you expect Rob and I to get-it-on together, which is not going to happen, there is a flaw in your thinking."

Jane was a bit upset at Adam's words. "I certainly don't expect you and Rob to get-it-on, as you put it. I do expect the three of us to love each other."

Adam stood and walked over to where Jane sat. Standing by her, he placed and arm over her shoulders and rested his forehead on the top of her head as he spoke into her ear. "I don't want to upset you. I love you and I'm sure there is a solution somewhere.

"The truth is that the three of us are not in love with each other. Rob loves you and wants to express that love with and thru sex. Exactly the same way I do. That is why I need to know, where do you see this going. - Perhaps I should rephrase it. How do you envision the sleeping arrangements?"

Jane was struck by the weight of his question. Her joy at having the two men in her life that she loved dissolved into fear. She couldn't think, or at least she couldn't think of a solution that would make both the men who loved her happy.

Adam sensed that Jane now understood and his heart ached as he felt her misery envelope her. He could only guess at the inner turmoil she was now feeling over this seemingly unsolvable dilemma.

"Come here my Scarlet, for tomorrow is another day. Perhaps we can better solve our dilemma then."

He pulled her up from the chair and held her to him. She felt his warmth as she listened to the storm driven rain beat against the windows.

"If I'm Scarlet, then the dishes can wait for another day. - Adam take me to bed, make me feel wanted and loved."

As they walked up to her bedroom, Adam said, "I'm not climbing into bed before I get a shower. Any chance I can get you to join me?"

"I've had one shower today, but I believe that cleanliness is next to godliness, so, yes I'd love to join you."

"Any chance you can bring that dildo with the glass balls in with us and you can show me how you used it."

"Oh god, I don't know if I could take that again. I didn't tell you, but when the forth ball was rammed into me I lost my bladder control. All I could do was stand there, hunched over as my pee just drained from me."

"So, tell me, how'd it feel."

"You mean when the forth ball went in? - I saw stars, bright flashes and thought I was going to pass out."

"No. When you lost control and your pee was draining from you."

"Oh. Well, as I think about it, I remember it felt rather sexual in a way. When I was drained, I pushed to see if I could get more to come out so I could experience more of what I can only describe as a delicate tingle. It made me feel; I don't know of any other word but feminine. I just don't know how else to describe it.





Unconditional Love Ch. 02



I went to class the next day as planned and ran into Alison during lunch like the day before. We talked for a while before heading to our next classes and before I knew it, the day was over. After class, I went to the mall with Jamie and a few of our friends.

They had asked us to tag along and we were not going to refuse, as we loved hanging out as often as possible. When we got to the mall the first thing we all did was walk around for a while, popping in and out of different stores for a bit. Around six o'clock we made our way to the nearest McDonalds and got something to eat.

I sat down next to Jamie and we started having our own private conversation; I knew what she wanted to ask me and I was happy to talk about it with her.

"So, what's up with you and Alison?" she asked.

"Nothing yet; I'm still trying to work up the nerve to ask her out."

"Oh please, she totally digs you. I can tell just by looking at her."

I laughed, proceeding to start on my food while Jamie went on and on about how she was positive that if I just asked, Alison would probably agree to go on a date with me. It was not that I didn't' want to believe her or trust her word, I just did not think I would be that lucky. Why would someone as hot as Alison want to go out with me?

"Hey," Joe said stepping into the conversation and taking me by surprise a little.

"Are you guys talking about Alison?"

"Yep," I replied. 

"Mike here has a crush on Ali; I'm trying to convince him to ask her out."

I blushed, having not really wanted anyone else to know about what was going on. I didn't' know if anyone had a thing for Alison besides me or if they would be offended knowing that I liked her as well. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to make fun of me for not having the balls to ask a hot girl on a simple first date. The look in Joe's eyes though did not say that he was angry with me or displeased in the least bit. There was something else there, like humor like he wanted to bust' out laughing for some reason.

"You like Alison," he asked as if unable to believe it.

"So what if I do?"

"Oh nothing," he said sitting down next to Jamie. 

"I mean hey, that's fine. If you don't mind the fact that she probably has a bigger dick then you do."

"What the fuck are you talking about," I asked, shocked that he would even say such a thing. What' the hell was he talking about; Alison was a girl, so how was it even physically possible for her to have a dick in the first place, let alone one bigger than mine. Unless of course he was just joking with me' or something, which secretly I prayed he was.

"You've never heard; well guess I have to tell you then. Rumor has it that Alison is a transsexual and that she has one big fucking cock."

Jamie laughed shaking her head, reached over and gave Joe a light shove. 

"Stop fucking with him," she said obviously not believing him.

"I'm not fucking around; it's what her last boyfriend Bill said about her."

"Bill?"

Yeah Bill," he replied. 

I noticed the look in Jamie's eyes, one that said how annoyed she was with the story that Joe was about to begin telling me. When he finished, I was a bit surprised at everything I had learned. Apparently, this Bill guy' had broken up with Alison about a year and a half ago and after he did he had gone around telling the entire campus that Alison had a dick.

Later everyone found out that Alison had broken up with him because he was unemployed and refused to look for work. So' naturally, they declared it just a rumor stating that he had just been pissed off at her for dumping his lazy ass.

"So it's not true?" I asked.

Joe shrugged his shoulders, stood up and threw his empty soda in the trash' can right beside him. He looked back at me and laughed, as if he were a bit unsure.

"No one really knows for sure," he said honestly. 

"Let me know if you find out though, will yah?"

He walked away leaving me with Jamie to ponder what he had just told me. Was it true, or was it just a stupid fucking rumor. I had no idea and I really did believe that Joe had no idea either. I asked Jamie, and she told me this was' the first time she had ever even heard of such a story. I wanted to know the truth, but I was not about to just walk right up to Alison and ask her about it; what would I say anyway?

"Hey, I heard you have a penis...is that true?"

Fuck no, I thought. There was no way I was going to be that rude or disrespectful towards her when there was a possibility that it might not even be anything more than a stupid bullshit rumor that her ex started just because he was pissed that she had broken up with him. 

"So what are you going to do?" Jamie asked me, obviously aware that Joe had gotten me thinking about all of this. 

"I'm going to ask her out; I just don't know how."

She smiled at me, placed her hands over mine and I knew by looking at that goofy look on her face what she had in mind. It wasn't' hard to tell. 

"I'll help you figure it out," 

Maybe that wasn't' such a bad thing either. I mean hell' what did I have to lose. Jamie was always good at thinking of stuff like this, so I knew if I really wanted to then I could trust her judgment and trust her to help me think of some way to ask her on a date. 

Alison's POV I left the campus after my final class of the day with my best friend Christy. She was also the only other friend I had, that happened to be a transsexual like' I was. We'd' known each other since senior year of high school when' she transferred from another school so she could start her transition. 

Christy and I had been through a lot together since we first became friends all those years ago. She had been there for me all through the ordeal with Bill and she was the one who helped me understand that he was never going to change. She was also there for me after the breakup when he went off and tried to tell the entire school about what I really was.

Thank god, someone convinced everyone it was just a stupid rumor, or I probably would have dropped out of classes right away. 

Christy and her boyfriend Ryan were having some issues lately; nothing major that might lead to a breakup. It was just that they had been arguing over stupid things, financial stuff mostly and Christy needed someone to vent to about all of it; plus I had told her about Mike and she was eager to hear everything about him. 

We went to a nearby coffee shop, I ordered a cappuccino and Christy just ordered a regular coffee. After an hour of listening to my dear friend go on a rant about how her boyfriend had pissed her off, I managed to help her find the humor in the argument she had, had with him the night before and in a matter of minutes she was cracking up laughing with me. She felt a lot better and I felt good just knowing I could be there for her as she had done for me many times in the past. 

"So tell me about this guy Mike,"

I had been waiting for that to come up of course, I had waited letting her talk about her problems. I did not want to just' start talking about Mike and interrupt her, that would be rude and I was not like that.

"What about him?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know, for starters...is he cute?"

I laughed, and nodded my head blushing. "He's fucking hot,"

"Oh really, well does he give you a boner?"

We both started laughing again and I shook my head taking a sip of my cappuccino before continuing to tell her all about Mike. 

"He just seemed so shy," I said. "I was glad he finally talked to me though; oh god, when I got home you have no idea how fucking turned on I was. I had to rub one off in the shower just so I could get some sleep."

"Wow, masturbating now are we," she joked with me. I sighed, leaning back in my chair and blushed. She knew what was on my mind clearly. I wanted to ask him out but I had no idea what to say or do or how to ask him. 

"What's the matter; why don't you just pop the question will you?"

"He is a straight boy. I would be stupid to even dream of him saying yes."

"Stop being so hard on yourself,"

I was hard on myself, I always was, that was just my character I guess. I had been that way for a very long time and it was something I was trying to stop doing, but I had, had very little success in getting myself to stop. 

"Hey, why don't you invite him to that barbeque that your parents are having next week? That would be cool, right?"

I thought it over for a second or two. My mom and dad were having their annual barbeque to celebrate the beginning of the spring and I usually was' always allowed to bring a guest. Generally' I always brought Christy with me though.

"Are you sure," I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. We go with you every year; I'm not going to get mad because you decided to take an actual date with you for once."

I laughed. It was just like Christy to be so pushy with me about things like this. Ever since I had broken up with Bill she had been there for me and' trying to help me find someone who would treat me with respect.

"I guess I could ask him,"

"Damn right you could; don't worry about it okay? I'm sure it will be fine."

I really hoped she was right. I did not want to have my feelings hurt, I knew sometimes that was unavoidable but I felt like I really liked Mike and it might hurt pretty' bad if he were to get angry and walk away. By now I should have been use to it I suppose, but I just wasn't' anywhere near use to it. 

Mike's POV The next day, at class I was exhausted. After the mall the previous night' we all decided to go hang out at Joe's house and drink together. I was only twenty years old, which meant I could not buy alcohol but Joe was willing to hook me up. I had not gotten in until very late, hence why I was so unbelievably tired. Jamie had not come to school today at all, to sick from drinking so much the night before she had been puking all morning long.

I felt sorry for her and had promised to bring her a two' liter bottle of Ginger Ale to help calm her stomach after class. 

I made my way from Carpentry to writing class and when I got to writing class, I found that Alison was already in her seat. When she realized Jamie was not there though, I smiled and motioned for her to move over some so she could sit closer to me and we could talk. It was nice to be this close.

"So I wanted to ask you a question," I said. It was time to finally get' this out and in the open, after Jamie had helped me come up with a way to break the tension. 

"Oh, actually I had something to ask you to." 

Well that certainly threw me a curveball, but no big deal I suppose. 

"You go first,"

"Okay. Well, my parents always have this annual barbeque every year to celebrate the beginning of spring. I usually bring my friend Christy and her boyfriend but they can't' make it this year. So I was wondering if you might want to go with me instead."

I could not believe my luck. I was finally about to ask her if she would go on a date with me, and she asked me before I could even get the question out. This made it all so much easier though I did kind of regret not being able to be the one to ask first.

"Of course, that would be great."

"Great, So the party is this Saturday from three to seven, I can pick you up at your house if you want since obviously you don't know how to get there."

"Yeah, that works. Hey, thanks for inviting me by the way. I really appreciate it and I'm looking forward to getting to hang with you a little more."

"Oh it's no problem," she said.

Class started and we both stopped talking so as not to anger our instructor; I just could not wait for the day to end. Saturday was two days from now, and I was excited already for this opportunity. I could not wait. 

I was in my room, in complete darkness and silence. I must have fallen asleep, and it probably had gotten dark. I jumped when I heard footsteps outside my bedroom door though and sat straight up. 

Reaching under my pillow for the knife I kept under there, I was on guard ready for anything. As the door opened, though I found myself more surprised than fearful or anxious because the person standing there now was none other than Alison.

I put the knife away and watched as she stepped closer to the bed and crawled under the sheets with me. What was going on; this could not possibly be happening right now.

I could feel the warmth of her body, her skin pressing against my own and I could smell her sweet scent. She leaned in close and I was in heaven as she pressed those beautiful lips to mine and kissed me passionately. I ran my hands up and down her back, tasting her strawberry lipstick and then the next thing I knew our clothes were completely gone.

She was going down on me sucking my cock, giving' me the best blowjob I had received in a pretty' long time to be honest. I could feel myself getting closer and closer when suddenly the suction stopped and with it so did the pleasure. She moved up some, sitting on my chest and my eyes went wide with surprise. 

Right in front of my lips was the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen in my life; I never saw another dick besides my own, except for in porn but this was not a normal sized penis. 

"Open wide," she said.

The next thing I knew she was grabbing me by the hair and shoving her cock down my throat, gagging me as she started to quite literally throat fuck me and she was loving it to.

She moaned and laughed and called out my name as she' skull fucked me shoving her dick in and out of my mouth and I inhaled the smell of her balls which were pressed up against my chin.

"I'm going to cum now baby,"

She pulled her cock out of my mouth and started stroking right in front of me and my eyes went wide as she started to cum all over my face. There was so much cum, gallons of it, and she was shooting it not only in my face but in my mouth as well. I started choking on it, because there was just too much to swallow.

"That's right you dirty little fucking cum whore, eat my' cum."

I shot wide' awake in my bed gasping for air, covered in sweat and the feeling of something wet in my boxers was immediately recognizable. 

It was a dream; it was just a crazy fucking wild ass dream, and nothing more. I was a bit surprised though that I had cum in my sleep; wet dreams were a rarity for me. To have had one to any dream at all let alone one like that, especially one like that...that was just a little creepy. 

Obviously, the idea that Alison could have a dick had still not left my mind. I was convinced it was just a silly rumor that I could prove was not real, but that dream had really been crazy. Was I somehow hoping she had a dick? No, that was even crazier than the dream itself. 

I got out of bed and started cleaning myself up, getting ready for a shower before I would actually go to sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning' I would forget all about this, and move on. I would see the day of the BBQ that Alison was not a man at all; or at least I could only hope that was the case. 

The next day I woke up, and made an effort to dress to impress. Alison picked me up around noon and she seemed pretty' impressed by the way I looked. She was quite beautiful herself and I had to position myself in the seat so it was harder to notice the shape of my erection. Her parents lived in a beautiful house in Cherry Hill New Jersey, and I mean a beautiful house to. 

Four bedrooms' two bathrooms and two showers; a living room and kitchen finished basement and spacious backyard with a pool. Kathy and George, her parents were a nice couple and had been together for years apparently.

Kathy was a very talkative woman who could hold a good conversation while George was the opposite, seeming to be pretty' quiet but a nice guy all, in all. I was happy to have met such a nice family but saddened that I had not had as good a life as it looked like she had growing up. 

My father left when I was thirteen, thrown out by my mother who caught him cheating for the hundredth time and after that he made very little effort to keep in touch with his only son.

I came to realize this did not matter much to me and by fifteen' I had turned to punk rock music for an outlet. I started going to parties and drinking more then I probably should have, getting into fights and causing all kinds of trouble. It was only recently I had gotten out of that lifestyle just before I started going back to school, and now here I was. 

After having a nice conversation with Kathy about how good of a child Alison had been, the two of us were left alone in the kitchen and I was kind of liking it that way really.

"So, I like your parents," I said.

"Yeah everybody does; they seem to like you to."

"That's good to know. I couldn't really tell with your dad though."

She laughed and sat down at the kitchen table not really seeming too worried despite the concerned look on my own face. I guess she knew him best.

"Don't worry about dad. He's just a very quiet guy; nothing against you."

I believed her, and I hoped she was right for my own sake. Despite being such a quiet man, George was also a very big man at about fifty seven years old he looked like a brick fucking wall and I was sure if I pissed him off he could probably break me in half like a twig. I never did get along with dads. 

I sat down across from her and she leaned across the table taking my hands and smiled seductively at me. I was starting to feel nervous now, but the look in her eyes told me that I had no reason to be afraid of her. I could trust her.

She was absolutely beautiful, even more so then I had originally thought she was, now that I was sitting here looking at her face to face with no one around to interrupt our moment.

"I wanted to ask you something," she said breaking my train of thought.

I cleared my throat and leaned back in the seat smiling at her.

"Go ahead,"

"Okay." She cleared her throat as well and brushed a strand of black hair from out of her face and now it was her turn to look as though she were nervous. I could not imagine what the' hell she wanted to ask me or why she' looked as nervous as she did.

"I know we've only known each other for a couple of days; but I was wondering if by any chance you like me as...more than just a friend?"

I was stunned that she had asked me. Did this mean that she liked me as well? Why else would she look so nervous trying to get the words out I wondered; I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach and I was pretty' sure that I knew the answer to my own mental question, but she deserved an answer to her question as much as I deserved one as well. I smiled at her nervously.

"Kind of yeah; is...is that okay?"

She blushed and took my hands again, and I knew the answer was clear; Alison liked me as much as I liked her and suddenly I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. She got up from her seat and quickly moved around sitting in my lap and draping her arms over my shoulders.

She leaned in close and I inhaled the smell of her perfume, it was intoxicating and I felt my cock straining against my pants. Everything Joe had told me was rushing through my head and I started thinking about that dream the previous night; I kept hearing her voice telling me to suck her cock, talking dirty to me.

I shrugged it off, remembering that I still did even know if she really' did have a cock or if those really were just rumors. She finally closed the gap between our lips and kissed me lightly at first, than she started kissing me more passionately.

I responded by sliding my tongue into her mouth and deepening the magic that I felt between the two of us. I swear, it felt like electricity between our lips and I was really getting' turned on at this point. She must have sensed my arousal because she broke the kiss stood up and smiling seductively' she took me by the hand and pulled me out of my seat.




Unconditional Love Ch. 02



"Follow me," she said leading me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

We walked down the short hallway and into her bedroom, which had white walls covered in a few posters. Her bed was in the right corner with white sheets and a blanket that looked really warm and comfortable. There was a window on the left hand side of the room that overlooked the backyard and' a computer desk right beside it with a nice looking PC.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled me closer to her, running her hands up under my shirt and massaging my chest and playing with my nipples. I groaned, my cock becoming really' hard now and she started to undo my belt and unzip my pants. 

"Just relax," she whispered. "I'll make you feel really good."

My cock sprang free from the restraints of my pants and I felt relieved, but even more so when she wrapped her warm wet lips around the head of my shaft. I threw my head back, moaning in pleasure as she took me straight to the back of her throat and I ran my hand through her silky black hair. 

Indeed, this did feel good I acknowledged, as she started really going to town on me while stroking me and playing with my balls at the same time. She knew all the right things to do and I was really' loving every second of this experience. Then I felt her other hand moving down my back and rubbing against my anus; I tensed up at first but relaxed after a moment and she continued.

I still wondered though, what was the interest in my anus in the first place...was this a sign that maybe the rumors were not rumors at all? Maybe Joe was right. Why else would she be going for my ass?

"Can I try something?" she asked.

"S-Sure I guess,"

She pulled my pants and boxers all the way down and stood up, pushing me face down onto the bed and instructed me to raise my ass. I was a little uncomfortable and unsure about all of this, wondering what exactly she had in store for me. 

She got on the bed behind me and suddenly I jumped when I felt something wet and warm against my asshole. It moved up and down and I heard her moaning behind me; I looked back, and there she was on her hands and knees licking my asshole. I was getting a rim job and I was completely unsure of what to think about it at the' moment.

As she licked my asshole, she reached around grabbing my cock and started stroking it slowly. She pushed her tongue past my sphincter all the way into my ass and I actually moaned as she continued stroking my dick until I really started to feel like I was going to blow my load now.

Alison stopped licking my ass, turned me over onto my back and resumed sucking my cock. My entire body tensed up as her lips wrapped around my shaft again and I thrust my hips upward pushing to the back of her throat and grabbing her hair.

I pulled on her hair just lightly, in a sexual manner while trying not to harm her.

She moaned and that's' when I hit the brink; with a grunt, my entire body began to tremble as I erupted, shooting my' cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop and sucked me completely dry before I slumped back against the mattress and sighed in relief. She licked the head of my shaft clean and then finally' came up for air and pressed her lips to mine.

I could taste myself on her breath but it did not bother me, nor did the smell of my own cock. Quickly, I felt myself starting to get hard again and I wanted more so badly; I wanted to fuck her sweet fucking pussy, if she had one at all. I flipped over on top of her, still kissing her passionately in the process and we split apart for just a few moments so she could slip out of her shirt.

Once she had gotten her shirt and bra off, I started to unbutton her pants and slid them down her legs, discarding them as well. The only thing left now were her white silky panties and I knew not what lie beyond the garments.

I leaned in close, hooking my thumbs around the rims of the underwear and breathed in her scent. I could see an outline of something and I was starting to get an idea of what I was going to find on the other side. I felt nervous, realizing that there was a good chance Joe had been telling me the truth about her all' along.

What really bothered me though' was that somewhere in the back of my head I found myself thinking that if I found a penis once I pulled her underwear down, I might not care too much. Finally, I slid them down slowly over her smooth beautiful legs, and sure enough, a large penis fully erect sprang free and I was surprised to see that she was indeed a bit larger then I was. 

I only had about six inches on me, but Alison looked like she was probably around eight and a half inches long and thick too.

"You okay?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head reassuring her and she smiled weakly not sure whether to believe me or not.

"You didn't know did you?"

I gave no reply and I figure she probably got the point just by that. She slid out from underneath of me and moved back against the headboard, pulling her legs to her chest and suddenly I felt horrible.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be; I'm not angry at you I promise."

"You're not?"

"Not at all,"

She smiled and moved her legs away from her chest as I moved closer and kissed her on the lips. As we made out I reached down and took her cock in my hand stroking it nice and slowly. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath.

"I'm not sure I want to suck it; I'm okay, but this is new to me."

She nodded her head in understanding.

"That's alright," she told me.

So instead, I continued stroking her nice and slowly at first while kissing her on the lips. I moved from kissing her lips to her neck and started massaging her breasts as well, while sucking and biting her on the neck. She moaned and slid down onto her back for me to start stroking her harder and faster.

I did as she wanted and started moving my hand up and down the length of her cock faster and faster by the minute. She started breathing heavier and moaning and I could tell she was about to cum, Just as she was about to cum, I heard the bedroom door click open and a gasp that startled us both making us jump out of our skin in surprise.

"Mom,"

"Oh my god,"

The door slammed shut and we both dropped onto the bed, she pulled the blankets over us and we were both blushing furiously but laughing hysterically at the humor of the situation.

Her mother had just walked in on me giving her a hand job; at least she had not walked in on me sucking her off, or worse yet had she come in a few minutes earlier she would have found her daughter sucking my dick.

We got out of bed and started to get dressed in a hurry before heading downstairs and I waited outside in the driveway to embarrassed, to be in front of her parents. She apologized furiously to her mother who apparently was not as offended as we thought she would be, because she came to the door and smiled waving goodbye to me as we got in Alison's car.

She drove me home and we spent the ride in silence, but we were both smiling the entire time. Once we got back to my house' we sat there in the car for a few moments both of us trying to think of what to say about what had happened. 

"So' you're okay with all of this right; just to make sure I mean,"

"Yes I'm okay with it; not so much that your mother saw me naked though," I joked and she laughed leaning her head back against the seat. 

"For the record of it you were doing a really good job,"

I chuckled and leaned over giving her a peck on the cheek and then a kiss on the lips. I had intended it to be a simple kiss but we wound up making out tongue included of course. She pulled away and smiled at me.

"Better stop; we didn't finish earlier and I'm getting horny again really fast."

"Sorry about that; I can finish up now if you want me to."

She looked around curiously as if to make sure there were' no one around and without saying a word she undid her zipper and I laughed as she whipped out her cock which was already hard as a rock.

I leaned over and started stroking her dick again as I had been doing earlier, faster and harder this time in an attempt to make her feel as good as she had felt earlier.

She was already on the verge of Cumming in a matter of seconds and I laughed as her cock started to spew semen all over my hand and she moaned and sighed in relief. She slumped back against the car seat and I grabbed a box of tissues out of the back and cleaned up my hand quickly.

She wiped up her own mess and we kissed as she zippered' her pants back up again and I was thankful that her windows seemed to be tinted.

"That was great," she said between kisses. 

"Glad you liked it; first time I've ever jerked anyone off but myself."

"Well that was good for a first time."

That's' when I noticed my step-father' standing in the driveway, apparently working on his car. I guessed that he had not noticed what we were doing moments before because he had not been there when we had first started. 

"I better get going,"

"Okay," she said. "I'll see you in class then,"

"See you in class."

I gave her a kiss on the lips and got out of the car, shutting the door and waving to her as I turned and made my way into the house' saying hello to my step-father on the way. I got into my room and closed the door locking it behind me and tried to take in everything that had just happened between me and' Alison.

The rumors were not rumors at all' they were one hundred percent true right down to the core. Alison did have a cock, it was bigger than mine and not only that but I had just given her a hand job. Hell, I had let her suck my cock and then give me a rim job too. 

It had been a long, eventful day and I was not regretful but I was surprised at' myself and' everything that I had done. I could not imagine what was to happen in the future. I was looking forward to it though, that was for sure.



Unconditional Love Ch. 02



While I counted myself titillated for the entirety of the wedding ceremony, the night passed pretty uneventfully. It was a lovely ceremony, with a preacher who told us a lovely modern-day allegory about never hitting your wife. What an appropriate way to start off a marriage. I really and truly thought the entire night was a wash, if I'm honest. I had no intention of making things any more intense for me right now than they already were, but Erin and Becca were in the same room together for nearly the whole evening, and I desperately wanted to keep the two of them as far apart as possible.

I don't think my head was on straight for most of that night. I had gotten pretty rattled in the beginning of the proceedings when Erin finally got to introduce me to lil' Sis. Becca was clearly showing herself to only barely be in control, but I couldn't figure out what the motivation was; was she scared that she would let something spill to her sister? Or would she risk losing a hookup she thought was pretty remarkable?

Becca had run into us at the breakfast table upstairs after the sun came up. We were all pretty stressed with the day that was about to unfold, never minding the idea that at least two of us were well aware of some pretty dodgy business in the recent historical record. I had become concerned as I tried to fall asleep that Becca would consider our experience last night to be something less than mutual. If she felt that way, I didn't know how I was going to be able to face anyone in this family. I likely would've left it there if things played out another way.

As it was, Becca woke up a little later than everyone else and was clearly worse for wear. When she did manage to find her way to the table for some much-needed nourishment, she was clearly not in a state of mind that lent itself to a standoff first thing in the morning. She sat down right next to me with her hair all in a tangle at the back of her head. She had lipstick smeared on the left side of her mouth. I had been wise enough to double-check for any such things in the light of the day. No telling what you might miss if you check before the sun comes up. At first I thought she looked like a party clown with her makeup all over her face, but then she put a napkin to her cheeks and when she took it away I saw her skin in the light of day too, and it was perfect.

Erin was really touchy about her skin. If she was having a drier than normal day, she would complain about how her elbows got really pale. Or when she would shave, she would get some nasty razor burn and she hated it when she had to show off her razor-burned legs even to me. It was clear to me that Becca did not suffer from the same genetic curse. Becca had the most gorgeous pale peach complexion I had ever seen. It was clear that she was somewhat given to blushing, but the hue in her cheeks stood in stark contrast to her radiant green eyes. Topping off this wonderful visage was sun-baked platinum blonde hair that was straight as an arrow. It cascaded down to the back of her neck and just dusted the tops of her shoulders. They were an athlete's shoulders too, they were lean and fairly taut, she clearly took care of herself when it came to her physical fitness. She was a bit top-heavy, as she pouty breasts that stood straight out from her chest. When she first sat and our eyes met, she had a look of surprise on her face. The surprise turned to delight almost immediately and I could see her face brighten and her smile revealed two rows of perfect, pearly teeth.

I honestly hope you know of an example of the kind of beauty I'm describing here. I genuinely believe that if everyone had the kind of special attraction I felt in that moment with Becca, the world would be a kinder place. So if you don't have a "Becca," I hope you can find some pale substitute, but my heart goes out to you.

Breathing a little more easily, I started to ask Erin what the plan was for that morning when Becca seized the opportunity to get better acquainted with their guest.

"So is this the boyfriend I've heard nothing about?"

Becca seemed to already be pushing her luck with this level of familiarity, but I was ready and willing to follow her lead a bit. It was clear that we were now co-conspirators.

"Yes, this is him. Bastian, this is my sister Becca; Becca this is Bastian."

Already Erin sounded a little like she was obliging some trifling need to be on the good side of her younger sister. It was easy to see that it was not her first time on this particular merry-go-round. Erin could barely contain her aloof disgust for long enough to convince anyone that she wasn't perturbed by her sister. In response, Becca eye-fucked me from across the table and straightaway I was feeling the heat.

Thankfully, Erin was clearly into letting cooler heads prevail. When she was finished with her breakfast, she got up quickly and nearly silently. She placed her dishes in the dishwasher and apologized to me for not having made sure that I got to bed okay. As she said this, her Dad walked into the room and cleared his throat loudly. He seemed to be insinuating that that would not be allowed under his roof. If he knew how the previous evening played out, I hardly think he'd be wasting his time with making sure I got to bed on time.

Becca took this opportunity to play a little game at my expense. As she stood up to clear her place at the table, she dropped her fork on the floor just to the left of her seat. Incidentally, I happened to be seated on the left side of her seat as well, and as she stooped to get the fork her face was inches away from my lap. And, man that I am, I got instantly hard when her face passed closely by and her hot breath radiated briefly in my lap. 

This would not do at all. She was playing with fire, and that fire happened to be spreading rapidly as near as I could tell. I tried to excuse myself by heading into the kitchen with Erin, but Becca stopped me short.

"So, it's nice to meet you, I'm Becca. Have we met somewhere before?"

Becca squinted hard to really sell (over-sell!) the irony, but I wasn't getting lured any further into this mess between the two sisters. Thankfully, the doorbell rang just a beat before it would've been awkward for me to wait any longer to answer. I called out that there was someone at the door and Becca most definitely looked as frustrated as if this were a case of coitus interruptus.

Descending the front stairs as faux-calmly as could be hoped for, I stopped for a moment, grabbed the door handle, and checked outside to see who it could be. Unfortunately, I was out of my element a bit and I only realized it too late. I opened the door and a cool breeze blew in, behind it another heavenly face I should have guessed was the middle sister's.

I should also have guessed, but to my great chagrin did not, that things would naturally start to occur having just been flirting so hard with one forbidden sister and then being bowled over by another. Her eyes darted to my waist and slightly lower when I realized a tick too slowly that I was tenting the basketball shorts I had worn to bed. I blushed, smiled, shook my head, chided myself under my breath, and tried hard not to meet middle sister's eyes. Those eyes however, revealed all the information I would need to know going forward: they were big as dinner plates and she stood there stammering before she simply hustled up the stairs and retreated to her old bedroom.

Jesus H. Tapdancing Fuck, this was going to be a very long sort of a day. I simply bowed my head ever so much more slightly than I did when I had woken up that morning carrying the attendant shame for my actions the night before. Looking and feeling like I was having an existential crisis, I stepped up one stair after another until I reached the top and saw both Erin and Becca together, nattering away conspiratorially in the kitchen. Feeling no particular desire to thrust myself in the middle of that conflict, I plopped myself down in the seat next to Erin's dad in the dining room. Moving close, he imparted some of his home-spun wisdom on me.

"When I was your age, I was nailing everything that moved. Even after I met the girl's mother I couldn't settle on any of the local talent. Why are you rushing into things?"

Why must it be that 'dad' here felt it necessary to try and put me off this early in the morning? Every time somebody else came into this house in the last day, I was having to pay the price for not being as nuts as this fucking family.

Feeling a fresh sense of resolve, I chuckled a little under my breath and headed back into the kitchen, come what may. Erin and Becca were now embracing and still talking away about their hair appointment upcoming. I don't mention that to belittle them, quite to the contrary, they were very excited to get their look just right for the wedding so their dad would be proud of them. Their earnestness and clear need to be loved was so disarming. However, I could not afford to be disarmed any further. I had to draw a line in the sand with lil' Sis before things got out of control. Beckoning Erin to me, I asked her if she wouldn't mind checking to see if I brought in both my bags from her car. She admonished me somewhat half-heartedly and headed down the steps and out the front door.

"So just what the hell are we playing at here?" I cut to the chase because I couldn't afford to waste any words.

"Listen, I don't want to talk this thing to death, okay? I just wanted to have a little fun and you happened to be there. Let's not over think it, please."

Coming off as terribly blasŽ, she clearly wasn't showing me the whole picture. I could see from the boldness on her face that there was a challenge there. Her jaw was clenched when she said it and her eyes were steeled about two inches above my eyes. Erin must've known something happened somehow, someone must have put her up to this, it was written all over her shifting focus. Shifting focus turned quickly to navel-gazing and she began to expound on how she couldn't be stuck committing to anything. I was clearly not in the mood to discuss long term plans, I just wanted to know that this would stay between us. I was quickly figuring out that that would likely not be possible.

Erin came back in quickly and caught the two of us speaking in hushed tones in the kitchen. Erin glowered at me menacingly, but brightened up when I noticed her and thanked her for grabbing my other bag.

"It's downstairs waiting for you. Did you run into Fleur on her way in? I saw her shoes on the landing, but I didn't hear her come in."

"Yep, she headed in when the doorbell rang. She seemed to be in a bit of a hurry."

"She didn't even let me introduce you! What a day this is turning out to be."

With that, the aforementioned Fleur appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. From what I had been told, Fleur was a bit of a black sheep. She was a freshman in college and was coming into her own from what I was told. She had lived a life of study and filial piety to this point, quite the opposite path from the one her sisters took. She worked hard in school to get ahead and had been taught to fear God and treat her father like a king. She was daddy's little girl through and through, but she valued tradition and learned to speak French like her grandparents as a way to stay connected to her heritage. She was an interesting character near as I could tell, but all of this didn't become clear to me until later on.

Fleur was leaning on the doorway now, arms folded. She had a look of consternation while she looked me up and down, this time not resting quite as long on my crotch. Erin was taking this all in, I was noticing now, and she was not amused. Nevertheless, the smile returned to her face and her words as she offered Fleur a cup of tea to start her day.

"No, I have to have a word with daddy about the plans for today. Don't wait up for me at the hairdressers."

Fleur shuffled her feet slowly into the living room and now Erin and I departed to the downstairs as well. Erin stopped me at the bottom of the stairs and kissed me deeply.

"What's gotten into you? I thought you were SO exhausted," I dragged out the last part of the sentence to emphasize the sarcasm.

"I just recognize this must be a weird spot for you and I want to help ease the tension a little. I was going to come down last night, but it sounded like you were dead away."

Alarm bells went off in my head and I realized I had a choice to make. I could either come clean now, followed by getting my shit and leaving. Or I could continue this charade knowing that she is likely well aware of what's going on, and further embarrassing/enraging my girlfriend. Needless to say, I chose the latter.

"I was pretty bushed! But thanks for checking in on me."

Erin then muttered something just quietly enough for me to not miss the important bit. The bit where she mentioned my choice of words. Shit. She knows.

My darling girlfriend appeared to recognize she had a choice to make right there too. And make it she did as she pulled me forcefully into my guest's bedroom and threw me on the twin bed over by the far side of the room. She kissed me deeply this time, with a seeking tongue and an anxious pace. Before I could form two thoughts, she had my shirt up over my head. She kissed me from the base of my neck down towards my chest. When she arrived at my chest, she bit down hard on my left nipple. I withdrew sharply in surprise, but Erin pinned my arms down in one fluid move and I was on my back with Erin's tantalizing breasts in my face.

" I know something you don't know," she said in a sing-song. She was so fucking cute.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" I shot back.

"I know what you did last nightÉ" she trailed off but had already said more than enough.

I was trapped like a rat. Now was not the time to be trying to get off (again), so I sat up quickly and looked her in the eye.

"Listen, this doesn't mean what you think it means," I started clumsily. "I'm always making stupid mistakes, but this one shouldn't have happened, I admit that."

"It's not THAT bad, I'm not leaving you or anything!"

I breathed deeply and had to collect myself for a minute. In my experience, when someone says they aren't about to leave you, that's a sure sign the opposite is true. I looked Erin right in the eye and asked her what she wanted to do next.

"Well, I was hoping you'd let me suck your cock, and then we can talk about ways you can make all this up to me. Like sharing next time!"

She must have seen my face go white, and then green, and then white again, because she actually recoiled a little as the confusion ran across my face.

"Listen, you're not the first boyfriend of mine Becca has smoked weed with in this house. I don't think you should make a habit of it, but it's hardly worth a breakup over."

Without betraying too much relief, I chuckled a little and let Erin continue to believe that's all that happened.

"Truth is, Becca is always trying to get my boyfriends in trouble. I think this time will be a little different though."

Not doubting for a second she was correct, I had to tip my hat to her a little. She clearly had a hard time trusting in the past, but she was passing this test with flying colors. Meanwhile, I was failing that same test with what seemed like ten other people in her family.

As things finally got rolling at the house, Fleur and Erin took off for the hairdressers while Becca stayed behind and begged her dad to let her go to a different hairdressers. She said she didn't want to look like "those two," but the reality was they were all supposed to have the same look. As Becca wound up her petulant raving, she walked past me and bumped into my shoulder while we stood in the kitchen. I turned to her and looked her right in the eyes.

"So, tell me. Do you treat all your sister's boyfriends like this?"

"Nope. You're my first."

While these words initially hit me like a concrete mixer, I realized she meant first sister's boyfriend to make miserable. I backpedaled out of the kitchen and away from her, but she tailed me down the hall. When we reached the end of the hall, we were just outside both Fleur and her dad's rooms. Looking into Fleur's room there was just a twin bed, one bookcase, and a dresser that the bookcase sat on. No chairs, no TV, no nothing.

"I think we can get some privacy here," Becca said, stating the obvious.

"I don't know if this is the best thing for us, you know? Maybe we should think about our loved ones in this case."

My discretion nor my valor were winning any points with my soon-to-be younger sister. I didn't have a great answer for what to do next, but thankfully (or not), Becca took over at this point and was on her knees in front of me in record time. Looking up pleadingly, Becca reached to pull my pajama pants down to expose my already hard cock. She titled her head toward me again while she took me into her mouth. We looked eyes as she first brought her mouth down over my entire cock and I noticed her eyes were starting to well up as she swallowed it from root to tip.

In between gagging sounds, Becca was continually taunting me for fucking my girlfriend's little sister. She continually called me a clichŽ and listed all the reasons my decision-making process was fucked. Far be it for me to judge a person based on their thoughts rather than deeds, but I felt more than a little hurt and vulnerable by all the hateful comments. I guess hateful might be too strong a word here, I mean she did have me alternatingly balls deep in her throat when she was trying to splutter all this 'hate,' so I guess I made my own point for myself.

After she had acquitted herself convincingly on my cock for a few minutes, I took the opportunity to toss her backwards onto Fleur's bed for a little more playtime. This time, Becca had a look on her face of obvious conflict; it appeared as thought she were thrilled and torn simultaneously. She seemed to be psyching herself up to draw a line somewhere in this process, but where lines would be drawn now that she had just sucked my cock in her sister's bedroom I could not fathom.

"Listen, I want to move a little slower with this."

"Well, it doesn't get much faster than we've gone so far, so I can't really blame you. Whatever you're okay with, I'm okay with."

With that, she looked at the ground and didn't really try to communicate anything new. She again looked like she had a resolved something in her mind and then began to kick her pants off while she was on her back. She shimmied her hips while she tried to get out of her pajama bottoms and then stood to get them and her underwear off over her feet. Standing bottomless in front of me, I could see she was even more a vision in the broad light of day. Her legs were trim and somewhat tanned, just enough to give the impression that she had spent time in the sun, if not exactly tanning. Her hips were somewhat angular and belied her youth, as they were so slim and strong-looking. I took one step towards her and kissed her deeply, there was clearly renewed passion and Becca responded in kind. With the two of us tangled up in each other, we became oblivious to our surroundings. Outside of the bedroom, I faintly heard movement in the hallway. Not stopping for the world, I inched my hand slowly down her incredible body until I reached her inviting cleft. Her entire body below the waist seemed not to have a single hair and her vagina was already pouting with excitement and anticipation. I stopped when my fingers began their journey towards her attentive little clit, remembering that I was to take things slowly. I kissed her passionately and began to pull her shirt up over her head. When I had removed her top and unhooked her bra (somewhat deftly, if I do say so myself), I cupped her pert, handful-sized breasts. Taking each in turn, I placed them gently into my mouth and began swirling my tongue around them before clamping down lightly with my teeth. I had a feeling based on last night's events that a little rougher play probably wasn't beyond the pale. After lightly teasing her left nipple one last time, I proceeded to shove her back onto the bed.




Unconditional Love Ch. 02



She landed gently and gave me a look that spoke volumes. She was ready for whatever I was about to dish up, and she couldn't be more happy to play along. So naturally I stopped and let her lead for a minute or two.

"I want you to tell me what you're up for. I'm not eager to ruin this moment for you, so I'm going to have you show me the next move."

"FineÉ"

She abruptly yanked on my belt (I hadn't taken even one stitch of clothing off to this point) and send me toppling onto her chest. I landed with a smile on my face and greeted her with another sensual kiss. I danced my tongue around in her mouth and bit her lower lip ever so playfully. I then buried my face in her neck to breathe in the scent of her perfume; it smelled of juniper a little bit. While I inhaled that lovely aroma, I began to kiss her neck and her earlobe in the hopes that her moaning would be muffled by my own close proximity, as I did not want to arouse any suspicion from here on out.

Again I heard noise in the hallway, but this time I heard a door shut right outside the bedroom. It was very clearly the door leading to her dad's room, but it was closed very nonchalantly so it didn't concern me too much. After that, I heard some scrabbling along the wall and realized that it must be paper-thin. Thinking that, I picked my head up from our embrace for a moment and tried to listen a little harder. I again heard that scrabbling noise along the wall, followed by the door again closing tightly behind whoever it was in the next room.

After the door clicked shut, signaling that only a turn of the handle would open it, I started to lower myself down Becca's perfect body and right to her bare mound. Mound isn't usually a word I would use in this case, but it is the only word that applies when there is literally nothing else to break up the landscape. With no hair, nor clothes, nor the ravages of time to despoil this holiest of vessels it appeared as nothing more or less than a mound of untapped potential and frankly, my own dreams come to life.

For the second day consecutively, I again plunged my tongue deeply into her plump folds and sought out the lovely taste that still lived on my lips from the night before. I tongued that wonderful pussy for two or three minutes, alternating between plunging swipes deep in her cunt to shallow little nibbles on the hood of her clit. When those two or three minutes were up, I tenderly lapped at her vagina while I nuzzled her clit with my nose and sent her into wracking spasms that she had to fight to contain. She thrashed a blanket off the bed and bumped into the nightstand while she attempted to stifle the onrushing orgasm. Her face flushed while I watched, and I listened to her bite her forearm as she tried to block any other sound from escaping her mouth.

She slumped back onto the bed, clearly winded from her struggle and we both heard a familiar sound in the driveway outside. It was Erin and Fleur, returning from wherever they had nipped off to (hairdressers, right!) and were likely headed up the walk to the house right this instant. Thinking as nimbly as my libido-crazed mind could manage, I threw Becca's clothes under the bed, grabbed a towel off the back of Fleur's bedroom door, and tossed it to Becca to cover up with while she exited the room for the bathroom and the warm caress of a blissful post-orgasm cleanse.

"Cover up with this and get in the bathroom, now!"

Off she scampered, trying to beat her sisters from racing up the stairs and spotting her. I headed quickly to the kitchen and began pouring myself a glass of water. Just as Erin was greeting me, I had just placed the glass on the counter and begun cleaning off my face.

"Did Becca leave yet? Her car is still in the driveway."

"I think she's just now heading to the shower. Was she supposed to meet you guys?"

"She was, but Carrie called and told us not to wait for her."

I turned around and saw my girlfriend's face for the first time since her hair appointment. Erin was dazzling with her newly wavy locks done up just so and the rest falling just right around her shoulders. I wouldn't call myself easily stricken by the face of beauty, but this was another issue altogether. Her shoulders were exposed by the halter she was wearing as a placeholder until the wedding, and the material worked wonders on her upper body. She looked fit but not too fit, and she most especially looked delicious from the chest down. 

I counted myself lucky in that moment, blessed with the affections of two of the most gorgeous women I knew. Sure, this was clearly a den of vipers I had found myself in, but I was hardly complaining ten minutes ago, and with Erin staring at me with those mesmeric hazel eyes I wasn't about to start now. I prayed a silent prayer, lifting my eyes to the ceiling, and readied myself for an evening that was sure to complicate my life beyond measure (or so I thought). The rest of the afternoon passed in a flash and I could hardly stand to wait until the next time I got to see those lovely sisters under the same roof again.



Unconditional Love Ch. 02



"If you're asking if I'd like to feel it again, the answer is yes, only without the pain that it took to get me to release."

"It was a thought," Adam said. "But I'd like to be in you and feel you push at least three of those balls into your backside."

"No promises. We'll take the globed glass rod into the shower with us and we'll see where it takes us. Ok?" -----

Showering together was a new experience for them. Jane now felt free, unencumbered from the fear that her parents might hear them.

Adam began by applying a liberal amount of body-wash to a facecloth. He knelt down on both knees, in front of her. The shower spray was hitting Jane's back but several large droplets of water made it over her shoulders. Adam watched as one traveled over the top of her breast, gaining size as it moved. It curved into her cleavage and disappeared. When it emerged, it continued to travel part of the way across the underside of her firm breast. It picked up speed as it traversed her ribcage headed toward her navel. Adam was sure it would deposit itself in her depression but it veered around the hollow and then angled back over her lower belly headed for her slit. The moment that it arrived, Adam moved, his lips covering her slit as his tongue darted between her pussy's lips and dragged over her clit as it snatched up the droplet.

The sudden and unexpected stimulation to her clit made Jane gasp and her legs went momentarily weak. She had to reach out and put her hand on Adams head to steady herself. The feel of the release of her lubricating juice made Jane wonder where she was getting all this sexual energy. She had come so many times today and here she was again with that familiar tingle and ache in her cunt that would compel her to reach an orgasm.

Adam sat back on his heels and began washing her feet. He picked up her right foot and placed it so her toes were resting on his erection, as he supported the heal. He enjoyed the feel of her foot as he caressed its delicate contour with the washcloth and as his fingers delicately sudsed each beautiful toe and massaged her foot. He heard a sigh come from Jane as he finished and began to wash her leg up to her crotch. As he worked his way up her thigh, he felt her wiggling her toes so they were kneading his cock.

Jane liked the foot massage she was getting and found it a turn-on to be able to have her toes play with Adams cock. When he brought the washcloth up to her crotch, she squatted down so his hand would make full contact with her wanton pussy.

Adam repeated his washing of the other foot and leg; though it took considerable concentration on his part to keep his mind on the job, as Jane kept her toes busy kneading his cock. By the time he stood, Jane was ready to forget about actually washing. She reached for his cock and started to bend her knees so she could take him in her mouth, when he stopped her.

"Oh no. This is my turn to explore and feel your body. I want to get to know some of this new territory," he said as he ran a soapy hand over her tit.

He applied more soap to the cloth and standing behind her, he began to scrub her back, sides and ass. She didn't make it easy for him. She bent forward so he had to push his cock against her ass in order to get to her shoulders. 

Adam knew he couldn't take much more if she kept squirming up against his cock. He decided to abandon the cloth and just put a puddle of body-wash in the palm of his hand and rub them together. He then put a large dollop of the wash at the beginning of the crack of her ass.

He brought his soapy hands up the back of her legs and spread the cheeks as his fingers were pulled up the center of her crack. The fingers of his right hand pulled the puddle of soap back down her crack and stopped at her tight opening. They began working their way into her. First one finger, then a second easily slid past the helpless outer muscle.

Jane groaned as Adam began an in and out assault on her ass. She widened her stance and began to play with her clit. She was pushing back against his fingers each time he pushed them into her. "Oh fuck," she moaned. "That feels so damned good."

Her words encouraged him and he pushed his three middle fingers into her. Her legs collapsed from under her and Adam had to catch her around the waist and support her until her strength returned.

"Oh Adam, its happening again, I can feel it. You have to push in deeper."

He pushed; sinking his fingers in as far as, they could go as a golden stream flowed from between her legs. Adam watched; fascinated by her release as he felt a rhythmic pulse against his fingers.

When the flow stopped, Jane was panting. "Fuck me. Stick your cock in me now. Please Adam; I feel a desperate need to come."

"Get down on the shower floor on your hands and knees." he told her.

She moved quickly, positioning herself so the shower spray was hitting her ass.

Adam took the five-globed dildo and inserted it. The first two balls slipped in easily.

"Please hurry I need you to fuck my cunt. I want to scream this time when you make me come. Please now Adam, now!"

Adam knelt behind her and slid his cock into her. The moment she felt him, she began rocking back and forth over his shaft. Adam positioned the dildo so that when he pushed into her his stomach would push the dildo deeper into her.

On his very first thrust, the third ball slid past her restraining muscle and he felt the ball pushing against his dick, sliding over it as Jane rocked.

He now began a steady thrusting into her as she encouraged him. "Oh, Yes, Yes. That's it. Fuck me. Shoot your cum into me."

She was matching his thrusts and he could feel her vaginal muscles moving as the glass ball in her ass pushed his prick against them. The sensation was bringing him close to release.

Jane yelled out, "Fuck me harder. Fuck my cunt harder."

With a wild shove back she pushed the dildo into his stomach and the forth ball forced its way into her ass. She screamed in shock and pain as she pushed back again, forcing the fifth ball to start its entry, spreading her muscles to the tearing point. Her cunt was contracting in pain and pleasure as she felt her pubic bone being pushed by the cock in her.

She wanted to relieve the torment of her stretched hole, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place as her cunt wrenched and tightened in orgasm until she was on the verge of passing out.

Adam felt the cum churning in his balls, ready for release. He felt her pull forward slightly and knew that she would push back as he pushed into her and that would be all he would need for his cum to erupt.

When she pushed back, he felt the next ball fill her and push hard against his dick. The increase of pressure triggered the cum to begin to spurt. When she pushed back a second time, the flow was cut off. His cock was being crushed between her bones and the glass globes the filled her bowels.

His balls were still pumping and he could feel pain as the pressure built.

Instinct made him grab the glass shaft and rip it from her stretched hole. With the sudden release, both of them cried out.

Jane shot forward and rolled on her side, her hand slapping against her bare cunt as her fingers worked in a frantic effort to get her to complete her orgasm.

The instant that his cock was released it began to shoot, further than it had ever shot, even in his youth. He brought a hand to his shaft and began jerking off as his balls continued to pump cum.

When the last of any seepage made it out of his tiny slit, he fell beside Jane. Neither could talk. They lay there in exhaustion, unable to move as the shower began to turn cool, then cooler. 

Adam was the first to begin shivering, but Jane was the first to speak. "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you turn off the shower and carry me to bed."



Unconditional Love Ch. 03



Robert walked into his mother's room and stood in front of her bathroom door.

"I am so sorry for what just happened. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Rob listened at the door. Hoping. 

There was no answer, just the sounds of tears and sadness.

He turned and quietly left the room.

What had he done to his mother. He kept reliving that moment. It seemed like instinct, made him reach out and suck her breast into his mouth. It felt so good, so right to suck on it, to feel her nipple respond.

When she pulled her breast from him and just walked away, he was forced to realize that she did not want him as much as he wanted her.

Rob was feeling shame for what he had just done to his mother, the woman he professed to love. Now he wanted solitude and he felt a need to put distance between them.

He called the two friends that he was going to take up to his cabin and apologized for not being able to go this weekend.

With that done he headed North, on the hundred mile trip, over US Highway 169 to the town of Malmo, Minnesota and his cabin on the northern shore of Mille Lacs.

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The day had turned cloudy and threatened rain, as Rob turned on to the gravel road that led to the lake and his cabin. He began to feel his mind relaxing, he knew he could not forget what he had done, but this was where he could come to terms with it.

As he made the last turn, he saw his fathers Mercedes, parked directly in front of the door, the trunk of the car was open. He parked his eight-year-old Continental, got out and headed for the open door of the cabin. He noticed the painting, that had hung above the fireplace was in the back seat of the car and there were two trash bags, in the trunk.

As he stepped onto the porch, he pulled out his cell phone and began to dial 911. A large black trash bag almost knocked him off his feet. The woman caring it, fell backwards, landing hard on her ass before falling back and banging her head on the floor.

Rob recognized his stepmother. It was easy for him to see how his father had been attracted to this woman. He guessed, from the way her halter-top bulged that she had double D teats or better.

She lay there stunned, as Rob assessed her. He knew she was twenty-six and her name was Judy Olsen, or now, Judy Long. She stood about five foot eight, judging from her prone position. She was not a beanpole nor was she pudgy, she had a womanly figure, with flesh in all the right places. Her hair was auburn and shoulder length. Her eyes were closed and he couldn't recall what color they were.

Hazel! Her eyes were hazel and she was sitting up, rubbing the back of her head.

"What in the hell are you doing here," Rob demanded!

She held out a hand. "Well, aren't you going to help me up," she asked?

Rob reached out and pulled her up. He then opened his phone and began to push the talk button.

In a panicked voice she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling the police. You're trespassing and steeling."

"I am not steeling! Everything I have in these bags is mine. Look in them if you want, it's mostly cloths and a bunch of throw pillows that we used in front of the fireplace, when we'd come up here to fuc... Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"Oh, and that painting; the one that has been hanging over the fireplace for three years. I suppose it's yours too."

She lowered her eyes. "I gave that to your father after the first time he took me up here. I fell in love with this place and I felt it needed something above the fireplace. That's why I gave him that picture. If you tell me you want it, I'll give it to you. After all, you're his son, and as much as I wish he'd left me this place, I know he did the right thing, giving it to you."

Rob put his phone away, but her last words made him angry. "Oh, so you wanted this place so you could have everything.

"He left me and my mother with nothing, not a fucking nickel. You may have fucked him for three years, but you were only married eighteen days and you got everything. I hope he rots in hell."

Fire came into Judies eyes. "You ungrateful little prick. Your father gave you everything that he had to give. You think I got everything? Well, listen up! For a CPA, your father couldn't handle his own money. He'd piss it away even before he made it. The house he bought when we got married; he bought it with zero down. The bank has it now and I go to work every day so I can afford the two-bedroom apartment that I live in. His life insurance, didn't cover the cost of the EMS services and the burial expenses. Don't give me that crap about I got everything. After eighteen days of marriage, all I got were unpaid bills. I'll have you know that I truly loved your father. What did I get in return? He fucked around on me and died with his tongue up the cunt of his new secretary."

For the second time today, Rob felt sick over what he had done. He dropped his ass on the sofa, as if the weight of the world was on him, shoulders slumped and head bent, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry Judy. I honestly didn't know and I'm so sorry if I hurt you with what I said. I just can't seem to do anything right."

Judies tirade had allowed her to rid herself of her pent up anger and now she was emotionally drained, but she couldn't ignore this young man. It was easy to see that he was in pain.

She sat down on the sofa beside him. Her instincts made her want to comfort him and she found herself reaching out, taking his hand in hers and began to stroke the back of it as she spoke. "Tell me Robert, are you angry with me for your father's death? Is that what this is about?"

He looked up at her, unsure why she would say such a thing. "Judy, I'm sorry, but this has nothing to do with you. If you're asking about my father, if I'm angry with him, well the answer is yes, that's a small part of it. You don't know the anguish, tears and pain that he caused my mother. And, and..."

He stopped talking for a moment, looked down at the floor again and began shaking his head, as he picked up his thoughts. "Now, I've hurt her, I've caused her to cry and turn away from me. I don't know if she still loves me."

Those sorrowful words, spoken with pain, broke Judies heart. She let go of his hand, grabbed his shoulders and made him turn to her. She then pulled him into her arms, hugging him to her as she pushed his head into her neck and shoulder.

The warmth from her body seemed to rap around him, comforting him, easing his troubled mind and making him want more.

He brought his arms up and returned her embrace, pushing his face deeper into her neck, letting his lips feel the smoothness of her flesh as her body's scent filled him, and began to arouse him. He now, parted his lips and let his tongue taste her flesh. 

As she felt the sensation on her neck, an unspoken moan filled her mind. She was reminded of her needs and pulled Rob tighter against her, causing warmth to flow in her deepest regions. 

A close flash of light and a clap of thunder, made Judy pull herself from their embrace. She wanted more, but the worm of unfounded fear and guilt had now entrenched itself in her brain. Standing quickly, she adjusted herself, giving her, the seconds that she needed to get her composure.

She said, "I had better leave before the rain starts."

Rob now stood, unsure of what had just happened, but longing for the feel of warmth that was his only seconds ago.

Judy picked up her trash bag of cloths and briskly walked out the door, closely followed by Rob. She put the bag in the trunk and closed it as the first large drops of rain began to fall. Judy opened the car door, then turned to face Rob, as he stood on the porch, his eyes locked on her every movement.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to encourage you like that, it just felt so... Well; I'm sorry." 

She stood there, looking at him, as the rain fell on her. With a sudden turn, she moved into the car and closed the door. Rob stood on the porch, once again slipping into misery as he watched the tail lights vanish into the rain. His mind was filled with self-inflicted torment as he blamed himself for his Mother walking away from him and now Judy.

The wind had picked up, driving the cold rain, blowing leaves off trees and making the lake, dark and choppy. Even though he stood under the porch with his hands on the rail, a cold wind driven mist enveloped him. Not caring and not finding the peace that he wanted, Rob continued to stand there, as the storm raged and lightning flashed.

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Something caught Rob's eye. A gray human outline was struggling to move in the wind blown rain. As it approached, it stumbled and fell, just as he was able to make out Judies form.

He dashed off the porch and ran the fifty yards to her. She was trying to right herself, but she seemed disoriented. As he got closer, he noticed the left side of her face was bloody and her feet, legs, and the rest of her left side was covered in mud.

He got her to stand. Quickly, he put his shoulder into her stomach as he took her arm and put it over his other shoulder. Lifting her, he trotted back to the cabin as quickly as he could.

He laid her on the sofa and began to strip her. She had lost her shoes and her halter-top was torn, he only had to unfasten the collar, she wore no bra. Her mud-caked shorts were tight and difficult to remove, so he took his pocketknife and cut them free, doing the same to her thong, then pulled them out from under her. She was shivering uncontrollably from shock and the loss of body heat.

Rob ran to the closet and pulled out two towels and an old down comforter. He was now shaking from his cold wet cloths as he tucked the comforter around her then took a towel and tried to dry her hair and to wipe the blood off her face, but he was now shaking terribly. He left her and went to the bathroom, hoping that the hot water heater had been left on.

He turned the water on in the tiny shower and waited. He was beginning to fear the worst, when he felt the first sign of warmth.

He stripped out of his wet cloths and went back to Judy, she was now a little more alert and clutching the comforter, as her teeth chattered.

"I'm going to take you into the shower, we both need to get warm. Can you walk?"

She couldn't talk, she just gave a nod.

He helped her up but she couldn't stand. On shaky legs, he carried her to the shower.

The stall was so small, Rob had to sit Judy, with her back against the wall and bend her knees, to where they were pushing into her large breasts. There was barely enough room for him to kneel beside her.

Her eyes were closed as she continued to shiver. Rob was feeling some warmth begin to creep back into his body and knew that Judy must be feeling the same.

He was able to focus more attention on her and began to move her head in an effort to see where the blood had come from. With relief, he noticed a small cut, just at the hairline, that was no longer bleeding. The rain had made it look far worse that it was. He continued moving her hair, trying to rinse the mud out of it. When he moved her to clean the dirt off her left side, her hand fell in his lap, her fingers now resting on his cock. He tried to ignore the feeling.

By the time he had cleaned her feet and checked them over for cuts, her trembling had subsided. He separated her legs and began to run his hands over her from calf to knee and he noticed her eyes were open and locked on his slowly swelling cock. He slid his hand down the inside of her leg, his fingers stopping at the crease of her crotch. He held his hand there as he felt her fingers move to the base of his cock and then he felt them being dragged up his rapidly enlarging shaft to the straining head, then they slid down the underside and back up again. Rob now repositioned his fingers and spread the lips of her cunt, exposing her clit to his touch.

They both played with each other, regaining their strength as their fingers teased and tormented the other.

Judy spoke first. "I'm getting cramped like this, but I don't know if I have enough strength to stand, let alone indulge in anything else."

Rob stood, his legs had cramped, but his erection was overriding any other feelings. He turned off the water.

"You're going to have to help. All you have to do is make it to that chair and I'll towel you dry and get the comforter for you," he said as he pointed to a small wood chair in the corner of the bathroom.

He helped her up and half carried her to the chair. In the few seconds that it took to get there, her shivering began again. He put a folded towel on the seat before letting her sit, then took another towel, gathered up her hair in it and wrapped it around her head. With a third, he dabbed at her back, face and breasts. He had yet to dry his body and the warmth the shower had given him was quickly leaving, as he dashed into the living room to retrieve the comforter and more towels.

He wrapped her tightly before he toweled himself, the friction seemed to bring the warmth back into him. When he was done, he wrapped the towel around his waist, there was no fear of any bulge, the first kiss of cold air took care of that.

His concern now fell on Judy, she was still trembling. With the towel from her head, he began drying her hair and scalp, rubbing briskly. He knew he was probably putting snarls into her hair, but that was the least of their worries. When it was as dry as he could get it, he wrapped her head in a new dry towel. 

"Hold out an arm." he told her.

Without a word, she extended an arm from under the comforter, when it was dry and her skin pink, she held out the other arm. When Rob finished with it, he knelt in front of her and pulled her right leg out. He began toweling her foot, then worked up her leg, drying and stimulating her skin all the way up to her buttock. He then moved to the inside of her leg. Still, not speaking, she spread them wider for him.

As he began to towel the other foot, she moved forward on the chair, brought her hand down between her legs, pushing her first finger between the outer lips of her pussy, and began teasing her clit. He hadn't finished her leg, when she said, "stand up, reach under the comforter and rub my back with your bare hands."

As he stood, she pulled the towel from his waist, exposing the newly formed bulge. She bent forward and took the head of his cock between her lips.

In the shower, Judy was turned on by the thickness of his cock. She had only three partners in her life and none was as thick as Rob.

It was her favorite fantasy. The one she loved to hold in her mind, as she would masturbate. She never got satisfactory penetration, but she would try to fuck herself with four fingers, as she envisioned a big fat cock sliding into her and pushing against the deep inner walls of her cunt. This was her chance to live that fantasy. Her only fear was the length of his cock. With her lips wrapped around its massive head, it seemed even bigger and longer.

She liked the pronounced curve it had and her thoughts turned to visions of it, sliding in and out of her ass. She knew she could take it all into her that way.

Rob gave a grown as he felt her tongue circle the crown of his cock. He hadn't been with a girl in over a month and hadn't masturbated in more than a week. He had been saving himself for his mother. He had wanted her to drain every drop of cum from him. 

During his abstinence, unbidden visions of his cock sliding out of Jane as the massive overload of his cum oozed out of her pulsing splayed cunt, had caused him to suffer thru raging hard-on's over this last week. It was the desire to fulfill this vision that made it bearable for him to endure all his erections. His crushed dream of being with Jane meant that his self-imposed abstinence was over. His stepmother would be the vessel for his unspent depository of cum.

Rob began to thrust into her mouth.

Judy did not want to take the chance of missing out on her dream, she would have time after to suck on his cock, to bring it back from pliable softness to the rigid shaft it was now. She sat up and as his cock was released, he cried out a protest.

She looked up at him. "Help me to the bedroom, I want to feel you inside me."

He helped her up on the high, full-size bed, then moved to climb between her legs.

"No. Please, lay back and let me work you inside. I've never had anything as big as you and I don't know how much I can take."

This was not new to Rob, most of the girls wanted to be in control, until they were assured that, they really could accommodate him.

He laid back and let her straddle him.

"Do you want some lube? It might help."

She smiled down at him, "No. I'm already wet and I don't want to make it slide in too easy. I want to feel every bit of it forcing its way in."

With that, she positioned his cock and began her slow decent over it. Judy felt the thick head push her inner lips apart and she paused, as she felt her opening blossoming out, welcoming this giant invader that was about to plunder her depths.

She pushed down a little more and the two-inch long mushroom head was in her. She inhaled a sharp breath as it filled her, opening her wider for the coming shaft that would not be as forgiving as the softer head. She eased herself back up so the head was once again at the beginning of her opening, then down again over just the head. This time there was the beginning of a familiar tremble in the walls of her cunt. She moved up and down again over the head and paused. 

"Oh, Shit," she exclaimed! "Fuck, with just the head of your prick in me, I'm going to come."

Several more rises and plunges was all it took. "Oooh Fuck, I'm cumming."

She held herself in place while her insides convulsed and throbbed as her whole body began to shudder, but not from the cold this time.

Rob was forcing himself to lie still as Judy rode the head of his cock. He was able to maintain control thru her first wave of contractions, but when she went into full body tremors, he could hold back no more.

He thrust his hips up, forcing her pulsating cunt to accept another four inches. Judy cried out in pain and fell forward, dislodging his cock. Her eyes wide, her mouth open, as her hands landed on Robs shoulders.

She couldn't speak as Rob rolled her on her back and moved between her legs. He had no difficulty finding her opening, her lips were well parted. If he hadn't needed immediate release, he would have loved to suck on her exposed clit. He pushed the head of his cock in her, then he brought her legs up the front of his chest, locked his arms around them and began to push his body forward, penetrating her, raising her ass and allowing more of his cock to enter her. He didn't stop until her knees were pushing against her breasts.

Judy couldn't even cry out, she wasn't sure what she was feeling. His cock was all the way in her, she could feel his balls against her ass. Her cunt hurt from being stretched so wide, but it was not like the initial pain she felt when he thrust his hips up. She was also feeling vulnerable in this new position. She had no control and knew that he could fuck her as brutally as he wanted and there was nothing she could do. The thought frightened and excited her.

She felt his hands on her tits, squeezing them and she felt his cock begin a slow retreat from her depths, easing the pain. Out, out it moved, leaving an empty feeling behind its retreat. Her mind now had a single focus, as she felt his long shaft begin an equally slow journey forward again. This time there was no pain. Her cunt seemed to rejoice at being filled, relieving the empty want. When he started his withdrawal again, Judy whimpered a protest, wanting him to stay inside. Each stroke made her more aware, more sensitive. She now found that she liked the feeling of want and emptiness because it intensified her feelings as she was being filled.




Unconditional Love Ch. 03



I stood for a moment, after shutting my bedroom door, trying to get everything that had taken place to register in my mind. Alison was indeed a transsexual, her cock was definitely bigger than mine' and I had just come very close to having sexual intercourse with her.

She'd' given me a blowjob and she had licked my asshole, which was odd, but it had felt good to be honest. Then I had done it once in her room and once in her car, jerking her off and when I did it in the car I actually made her cum, This was all just absolutely' fucking insane, but I realized just how much I had enjoyed what we had done.

I raised my hand to my face in I could still smell the scent of her cock from when I had jerked her off. I wanted to do more; I was curious as to what it might taste like, but obviously, it was too late now since she had left already.

So I decided to just take a shower and try to forget about it until I heard from her again, which conveniently was only about an hour later when she called me to tell me she was home.

"So I had a lot of fun tonight," she said on the phone. 

"Yeah me to," I replied. "Think we could do it again?"

She laughed and sighed into the phone.

"I don't see why not."

I wanted to confess to her my curiosities, to see what she might say about it and if she was willing to let me try anything more then what we had done in the car. There was of course a limit to how far I would go, but I was willing to try a few things besides just stroking her cock.

I decided against it though, my nervousness getting the better of me in the situation.

"When can I see you again?" I asked instead.

"Hmm," she said. "Well, how about next Friday night we could go to the movies. I would say sooner, but I've got a lot of studying to be done this week so I just won't have the time to do it until Friday."

"That's fine with me," I replied. 

It was true anything was good with me as long as I got' to spend more time with her at some point. 

"Great, so we'll talk about it at school on Monday; deal?"

I agreed and we hung up the phone. I tried for an hour after that conversation to get to sleep but to no success, I found that I was wide' awake at almost 2:00 in the morning. Eventually I did manage to fall asleep and when I did I slept like a damn baby, and I dreamed of Alison and the fun we'd' had together.

The following week breezed right by, at least for me it did anyway; Alison was more busy with studying then she indicated she would be and she was pretty stressed out, so it kind of drug by slower for her then it did for me. Before long though, Friday had come about and we had discussed the day before what our intentions for our date were.

We would meet after class and head back to her apartment, where she would take a shower and get' changed and then off to Franklin Mills Mall in Northeast Philadelphia where they would catch a bite to eat and go see a movie after they had dinner. 

It was your generic date, but they were both looking forward to it.

We got back to her apartment and it was not a bad place, small with two bedrooms one of which her roommate Christy lived in but a nice place non-the-less. She told me I could chill on the couch for a while, while she would take a shower and freshen up a bit, but I made it clear I was interested in something else when I came up behind her at the kitchen sink.

She was washing out a glass to get me something to drink, when I wrapped my arms around her waist and she jumped in surprise then giggled. I kissed her neck and she turned around in my arms, pressing her lips to mine in a full on kiss.

"What's this about," she whispered to me.

"Well, you told me to relax on the couch while you take a shower, but I can't seem to get out of my head what I want to do to you while you're in the shower."

She giggled and kissed me again, "Oh really," 

"Yeah, really,"

"Well then why don't you come join me?"

I watched as she pulled away from me and started to get undressed, nice and slow as if she were teasing me. Soon enough, she was down to nothing more than her panties and I could see the outline of her cock through the fabric. She turned her back on me and walked towards the bathroom and I followed, close behind as I could hear the shower turning on.

I came into the bathroom behind her and she was waiting for the water to heat up; she motioned for me to strip and I obeyed. Slipping out of my shirt followed by my jeans and then at last my boxers and I watched as she slowly pulled her panties off revealing her fat cock. It was growing erect as she stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over her body, and I felt my own dick begin to stir. 

"Come on in," she said.

I stepped into the shower and groaned at the feeling of the soothing hot water. It cascaded down both of our bodies as we pressed together, our dicks rubbing against one another causing friction between the two. We kissed, passionately, and I started stroking her cock while she began to stroke my own. 

After a few minutes of exploring each other's bodies, she turned around so that her back was to me and I leaned against the wall as she pushed her ass up against my cock. I rubbed up and down along her ass crack, probing at her tight hole for entrance and moaned at the friction.

"Is this what you wanted to do to me?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," 

She took a deep breath and exhaled, moaning as she pushed back against me and my cock pushed slightly into her hole before she moved forward and I slipped right back out again.

"You want to fuck my sweet ass, don't you?"

"Of course I do,"

"Well then go on; fuck my ass baby."

I did not need any more coaxing, I grabbed her hips and pushed forward my cock probing her asshole before popping into her and she gasped in pleasure. I pushed past her sphincter and she pushed back against me, as I slid all the way into her all the way up to the balls.

I started thrusting in and out of her, the sound of our wet bodies slapping together echoed through the shower as I fucked her hot tight asshole.

It felt incredible, like no pussy I had ever fucked in my life; I'd' had anal sex on a few occasions, but none as good as this.

She was moaning, panting, breathing heavily and calling out my name in pleasure as I reached around and started stroking her cock while I continued fucking her. Then she started with the dirty talk, just like in my dream.

"Yeah, that's it baby; fuck my tight ass baby."

I started pounding harder and she clamped down around me, squeezing her' ass around my cock and causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. I was starting to get close now, and I just could not wait to unload my balls inside of her beautiful ass.

Finally, I could take no more and I buried myself deep inside of her and exploded, coating her insides with my warm sticky cum, She moaned at the feeling of my' cum filling her up until it began to leak out of her ass and down along the length of my cock.

I slipped out and she turned around to let the water run down her back and along her ass crack and she kissed me as she let the water clean her out.

I could feel her cock pressing against my thigh now, and I looked down noticing now for the first time just how big she really was. I had noticed last week of course when I jerked her off, but I guess because this time we were both completely naked it just seemed so much different than it had last time.

"So how about we try switching things around?"

I knew what she meant, but that was where I drew the line without a doubt. I just wasn't' ready to go that far with this just yet; to have her penetrate me, that was something I was not willing to experiment with.

"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet,"

She gave me the puppy dog eyes and truthfully, I felt bad. She was obviously still very horny but that was just not' what I was interested in just yet.

"I don't want to,"

"Okay," she said disappointed, but she kissed me on the lips to let me know that she was not angry at' me.

"I'm still horny though."

I smiled and grabbed her dick, stroking it nice and slow and reached forward, shutting off the shower water.

"Well," I said with a start. "We could always go a second round if you want,"

"Mm, trust me I want; but it's getting late and we're going to miss our movie if we don't get moving soon."

"Alright then,"

We got out of the shower, dried off and' proceeded to get dressed and were out the door by about six o'clock. We made it to the mall by quarter to seven and went straight to pick up the tickets; our movie was starting in fifteen minutes so we decided to get something to eat after the showing.

I paid for popcorn and soda as well as candy while she paid for the tickets and we made our way into the auditorium just as the film was starting.

It was some cheesy horror flick that had just come out recently, another film about possession; that whole idea had become a bit cliché to me now and I found these sort' of films boring. We spent pretty much the entire time making out rather than watching the movie and found that to be much more entertaining in the long' run anyway. 

After the two and a half hour long movie was finally over, we left the theater and set out to find something to eat for dinner. It was late though and the mall was closed for the night' which meant that none of the restaurants inside the mall were' currently open. So' we made our way outside, got in the car and decided to stop at one of the restaurants outside the mall, which ran on their own hours.

We stopped at Wendy's; I wanted to treat so I told her to get whatever she wanted and I ordered my food after she ordered hers.

We took a seat and talked about the movie, or at least what little we had paid attention to before we started making out. Then our conversation drifted to other things, starting with some questions left unanswered since we first hooked up the previous week. She wanted to better get' to know me. 

"So tell me about your life," 

"My life; what about it, it's boring really," I laughed.

"Oh come on now; tell me about your family. Your mother, your father...do you have any brothers or sisters?"

I nodded my head, taking a sip of the soda then sitting it down.

"I have one sister; her name is Alexis. My mom is a good mom, had me when she was in her late teens and because of the closeness in our age I have always considered her one of my best friends. My dad, well that's' a different story. Mom left him when I was thirteen because he kept running around. She's married to a guy named Jim now, he's a good guy'."

"So that sums it all up in one long explanation huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "Pretty' much,"

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

Now she was changing the subject, she must have sensed my discomfort talking about how my family had fallen apart even though I tried to seem okay. 

"I've had a couple, mostly during high school. Nothing special really; lost my virginity when I was sixteen years old, but sadly I don't remember it that well because I was so drunk."

She laughed and shook her head, giving my hand a light slap jokingly.

"Bad boy," she said. "Breaking the law huh?"

"Yeah you could say that; so what about you, what's your story?"

She looked out the window for a second or two then looked back at me smiling. 

"What else, you know everything there is to know. Met my parents and all that good stuff; there's not much else to explain besides what you already have seen."

"Okay well...here's a question. And don't hate me, I know we've been together for a week now so I should know this but; how old are you?"

She started cracking up laughing, almost seeming like she did not take me seriously until I crammed it into her head that I was indeed, dead serious.

I really had no idea how old Alison was; Joe had not told me and I don't think Jamie even really knew, but I imagined she could not have been that much older than we were because she did not look that much older.

"I'm twenty' eight years old."

"No way," I said and she laughed again. 

We talked a little while longer before getting up, discarding our trash and heading back outside to get in her car again. She was going to drive me home, but I asked if I could go back to her place with her and spend the night and she seemed open to the idea.

She admitted that she wasn't' really up to spending the night alone anyway, so it worked out for the better. We got back to her place around eleven thirty at night and she fixed us both a couple of drinks while we watched TV together. We sat on the couch, and she lay' her head on my lap as I ran my hand through her hair and she looked like she was starting to fall asleep.

I found myself drifting off as well, unable to help it.

I woke with a start not long after, and found myself still sitting on the couch with Alison still asleep on my lap. I glanced at the clock: two thirty in the morning. I yawned, stretching and mistakenly waking her from her sleep, but it was for the best any way.

Spending the whole night on the couch would probably not be very comfortable for either of us. We got up and she led me to her bedroom where we stripped down to practically nothing, before crawling into her bed together.

She lay' her head on my chest as we pulled the blankets over us and in no more than just a few minutes we were both sound asleep for the remainder of the night. 

I woke the next day, to find that she was no longer in bed with me; I felt empty just looking at the spot where she would have been had she not woken up before me. I sat up, running a hand through my hair and rolled out of bed slipping into my jeans and walking out to the living room. Alison was in the kitchen, and I could smell eggs, bacon and sausage being cooked and felt my stomach growling from the smell. 

"Morning," I said. 

She smiled at me, "Good morning."

I came up behind her, kissing her on the neck and she laughed gently pushing me away.

"You'll make me mess up the food; I wanted to make you breakfast."

"Sounds good to me," I replied. "It smells good to."

Once it was ready, she fixed us both a plate and we sat down together to' enjoy our morning meal. We started discussing what we wanted to do today realizing that it was Saturday, which meant neither of us had any classes to attend so we could have the whole day to ourselves if we wanted.

"I have an idea," I said as I stood up to take my plate out to the sink in the kitchen. "We could go to the park up by my house; Pennypack Park. It's a great place, you'll love it there I promise."

"Okay," she replied excitedly. 

"I have to stop home, get changed first. Maybe we could have a picnic there."

She seemed to really like the idea, because she started fishing through her closet for a picnic blanket and luckily' for us she actually found one in there to. We left her place about an hour later and stopped off at my house; I needed new clothes before we went anywhere.

I wasn't' looking forward to my mother or step-father being there to greet us but unfortunately they were there and I of course was going to have to introduce Alison to my mother.

Not that I had a problem with my mother I just was not sure how to explain the situation with Alison. She was a transsexual and I was happy to be with her, but I was not really' sure about letting anyone know the truth just yet. 

"Who's your friend," she asked as I had expected she would.

"Mom uh...this is Alison. Alison, this is my mom and that's my step-father Jim." Introductions had been' made, but it was not over there. 

My mom and Alison got along famously which should have been a good thing, but I was in a hurry to get out of here and down to the park so we could continue enjoying our Saturday together. 

Thankfully, mom did not keep us waiting for too long and about twenty minutes later we were on our way out the door again and heading down to the park. 

We got to the park and set up a blanket, having bought sandwiches at a corner store before coming down here. We sat down and started eating, while talking about how nice she thought my mother was. I was happy to see that they had gotten along so well together, and looked forward to a future where I would be able to tell my mother the truth about Alison.

After we ate, we just stayed there for a while talking and laughing. I was lying on my back and she was lying with her head right next to me, and I could smell her scent. I breathed in the smell of her hair and it felt as though I were in heaven.

I jumped in surprise as she rolled over and started kissing me on the lips while fondling my cock through the fabric of my pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked her almost wanting to laugh.

"Oh I don't know," 

She had that teasing voice again, that one that she had used in the dream I had before. I was getting really' hard, very fast and I found myself making out with her full on, tongue and everything. Thankfully there was really' nowhere around but as she started messing with the zipper on my pants I decided it was best if we looked for somewhere more private.

"Let's go somewhere," I suggested.

She agreed; we packed up the blanket and started walking down the bike and jogger path while holding hands. I kept scanning the sides of the path for areas that went off into the woods, looking for some place that looked isolated enough for us to do whatever we wanted without having to worry about some random passing person seeing us in action. 

"How about over there,"

She pointed off to the right of us and I looked in the direction she was motioning towards; it definitely looked isolated. If we went far enough back I was pretty sure we'd' be out of sight of anyone that might be in the area.

I led her off the path and into the woods in the direction she had suggested, my cock raging in my pants as we walked. I could not wait to do the nasty things to her that my mind was so begging me to do and I knew she could not wait either. We reached the back of the isolated path, we had gone as far into the woods as possible before running into a dead end.

This was far enough back anyway, so it did not matter if we could go any further or not. I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her pulling her to me, our lips crashing together and our tongues entwining again.

She dropped the picnic blanket on the ground and I pushed her up against the tree in back of her, grabbing her ass in the process and she broke the kiss, laughing. 

"Frisky I see,"

"Only because you're so fucking hot,"

She smiled, leaned in and kissed me again; this time she was in control. As she kissed me on the lips, she started to undo my zipper freeing my raging erection from the confines of my pants as they fell down around my ankles. Alison grabbed hold of my member, stroking and jerking furiously as she started kissing and sucking my neck.

I groaned, just wanting to fuck her, not wanting her to continue teasing me, but Alison wasn't ready to go all the way just yet. She wanted to have some fun before she did.

She turned me around so that now I was against the tree, and got down on her knees smiling innocently up at me. She gave the head of my shaft a lick or two as though she were licking a lollipop and I moaned as she finally wrapped her beautiful lips around the swollen head and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

Sucking and stroking, making the slurping noises that I had grown accustomed to when receiving oral sex, Alison was really getting into it and so was I of course. 

Alison reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze as she continued sucking my cock. I could feel myself starting to get close, but I did not want to cum just yet; so I groaned and grabbed her shoulder trying to get her attention. 




Unconditional Love Ch. 03



"I'm gonna cum,"

She released me and giggled, getting back on her feet again.

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we; not yet at least."

She turned around leaning face forward against the tree and I reached around, undoing her pants and pulling them along with her underwear down to her ankles. I stepped back and admired the beauty of her smooth ass, giving it a light smack and watching as it jiggled.

I wanted so badly to shove my cock right into that tight hole, but I realized at the last minute; we had no lube.

"How are we going to get lube?" I asked out-loud. 

"Oops; guess we both forgot about that. We'll I took a shower this morning, you could always...you know."

I knew what she meant of course. She had done it to me that day at the BBQ in her room and' honestly I had never imagined it could feel that good. 

So' I could get her nice and lubed up while making her feel good at the same time, and it was probably just like eating pussy except instead of a pussy it was an asshole. I got down on my knees and spread her ass cheeks, taking the initiative and dove between her cheeks, my tongue darting into her tight hole.

She moaned at the touch of my tongue and I noticed there was no real flavor at all, maybe because she had showered, but I was not sure. It didn't' matter, if anything it was a good thing there was no taste. I continued licking her hole, darting my tongue in and out of it and making sure that my saliva was' spread out evenly acting as a sufficient lubricant.

I finally stood up, and grabbed her by the hips. I pushed against her and she leaned in closer to the tree, my cock probing her asshole as I started kissing her on the neck.

Alison moaned, breathing heavily at the touch of my lips to her skin and at this point, my dick was throbbing. I had gone a long enough amount of time since she stopped sucking me, so that I could probably put it in now and not worry about blowing my load too soon. 

Probing her ass a little more, I leaned forward applying pressure and slipped right in. Alison gasped and then moaned at the feeling of fullness, as my entire length began to slide inch by inch into her asshole. I was buried, balls deep inside of Alison's ass and I started thrusting in and out of her nice and slow at first.

I did not want this to end too soon, so I was being extra careful.

She moaned digging her fingernails into the side of the tree and biting her lip as I slowly started to pick up the pace. Fucking her harder and faster minute by minute, her own cock was starting to swell up now and was' mashed between her and the side of the tree, which I imagined could not be very comfortable.

So I pulled back some, taking her with me to put room between her and the tree without making her let go of the bark. 

"That good," I asked.

"Mm...that feels so fucking good,"

I took as a compliment and started really getting into it now, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could possibly manage. Her moaning and her heavy breathing were getting louder now, and she started saying my name under her breath over and' over again, talking dirty to me.

"That's it baby," she said. "Fuck that tight ass with your fucking cock."

I grunted, burying my face in the crook of her neck and holding onto her tightly as I slammed in and out of her asshole.

"Oh fuck yeah; keep going baby that feels good."

Slap, slap, slap, slap,

My hips slapping against her thighs made the familiar echoing sound. Two days in a row we were having sex, two days in a row and I was' loving it and I know she was to.

My cock was beginning to swell up and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I reached my orgasm; but I wanted to get her off before I got myself off.

It wasn't' about avoiding her being upset, or anything like that, I was just the kind of guy' who did not like to cum first. I always liked to make sure the person I was having sex with was feeling good and that they had a good time before I had a good time. Alison was no different, and I needed to make sure she would cum before I would.

So I reached around, grabbed her rock solid cock and started jerking her off and pounding her ass harder. She started practically screaming and I had to reach up with my other hand and cover her mouth to muffle the sounds, so that no one on the main path would hear us and come investigating. It worked, and she was able to keep moaning and showing her pleasure vocally without getting loud enough to trigger curious joggers or bikers.

Still jerking her dick hard and fast, I felt her body begin to tremble and spasm between me and' the tree and I knew I had done it; I knew I had brought her to her orgasm. She started going into a full on spasm and her cock began to shoot cum all over my hand and the tree as the muscles inside of her ass began to clamp down around my dick and I groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit oh my fucking god,"

It was over, at least for her and she was breathing heavily now as I continued fucking her ass trying to finish myself off now. 

After just a few more hard thrusts, I buried myself balls deep inside of her and bit my lip swearing as I to started to' cum. I pumped her full of it, and she moaned at the feeling of the warmth flowing inside of her.

Once I had finished, we both slumped forward against the tree my cock still deep inside her ass for a few moments before I slowly pulled out. 

She turned around, and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me on the lips. We were both' covered in sweat and in need of a shower, so I figured we could go back to my place and we could clean up a bit before doing whatever else we would do with the rest of the day.

So far, Alison had shown me that sex with her could be absolutely' amazing and I was not in the least bit unsatisfied.

I had a good feeling that there would be plenty' more good sex to come in the future, as long as I was with Alison.



Unconditional Love Ch. 03



Months passed. Becca had officially wrapped up her first semester in college, Fleur had transferred to another undergraduate program under some strange circumstances, and Erin and I were nearly finished with our schooling. Phew, that's a lot to take in. Fleur got to the be the intrigue award winner for the first time any of the sisters can remember, and daddy is none too pleased apparently. But this chapter (and time in our lives) is not about Fleur, it centers around her two loving sisters.

With winter in full snow drift mode, Erin and I have been saving our pennies for a trip to see her dad for the first time since the night of the wedding. Erin's dad has since gotten a new job and had himself a lovely honeymoon with his bride. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction for the family and no one takes more notice than Erin when things go right. She's practically unbearable when things are good, all she wants to do is talk about how wonderful life can be. This practice is not in keeping with the New England penchant for wanting everything to be going wrong that I had grown so accustomed to. 

I say all that to say this: Erin's dad was so pleased to hear that we would be joining he and his new wife for at least part of our winter vacation. Erin's father had moved south upon getting married because his new wife was keen on getting out of the great white north and into a bathing suit when the calendar turned to December. This plan seemed to serve everyone just fine, and it made for some exciting times for the group too, because this meant travel and fun in the sun while much of the rest of the country was bundling up for another force-10 fucking from the weather gods.

Erin and I finally boarded our flight to Ft. Lauderdale after weeks of anticipation, and neither of us could have been more satisfied with the way things were playing out. Erin had grown close with her stepmother the year before her dad remarried, but this distance had really taxed their newly forged relationship, as Erin was constantly busy and her new stepmother hadn't been great at keeping up. Our trip would give them a chance to get things back on track; an admittedly unforeseen benefit to our travel, but a happy one nonetheless.

While Erin and I had been playing at relationship bliss, her sisters had had another experience altogether. Fleur barely kept in touch with any of us at this point, as she was engrossed in her studies to the point of near isolation. Becca kept up with Erin and Fleur as much as she could, but she too was adjusting to not just a new educational experience but her first real turn at being the independent, social being she truly was. It was clear from conversations between Erin and Becca that this was going to be a relaxing and fun time for both of them as they reconnected outside of their normal environs.

When we finally arrived in Ft. Lauderdale, the weather was such an incredible difference from up north that I was literally staggered. I knew the heat and humidity in the summer was oppressive from being in Florida during last summer's holiday, but the temperature was absolutely perfect this time out. It was around 75 degrees when we exited the terminal and instead of hitting a wall of heat like we did in June, instead we were met with a gentle breeze and sunlight kissing our skin rather than scorching it.

Erin's dad was there to meet us driving in his Buick. It was a little on the old side at this point, but apparently he had some sort of attachment to it, so he took it halfway across the country to his adopted home. He greeted us at the gate with a silly sign on which he had written my last name a little differently than I remembered it. When he spotted us he beamed and put the sign down by his feet(but not before pointing at it mockingly). He gave Erin a massive hug and took a step back to look her up and down.

"You guys look like you need some sun!" he positively radiated at us.

"Daddy, you of all people can appreciate how hard it is to get some sunshine with the terrible weather where we are."

Erin and I tried to grab our luggage from the carousel, but Erin's father insisted that we not lift a finger. When he saw the size of the bag Erin brought along he decided he'd let me take that one. We gathered our things and started to head toward the parking lot when Erin's dad fell in step with my pace and huddled in conspiratorially.

"Looks like you guys never worked off that 'freshman 15.' We're gonna get you sweating a little bit while you're here."

All kinds of wonderful thoughts about the best way to work up a sweat with not one but two of his daughters immediately sprang to my mind. I fought the urge to smirk at him and blithely nodded again and again while he listed all the wonderful tasks he had in mind for us while we were staying at his place. When he started talking about cleaning traps in kitchen appliances I shouted ahead for Erin as she lefted when she should've righted.

She wasn't all that far in front of us and after her dad finished his sardonic little chuckle at his daughter's expense, he headed off in the right direction and led the way. Erin then did her own conspiratorial huddling and acknowledged what I had already suspected: she took the wrong turn on purpose to get her dad away from me. She really was just the best goddamn girlfriend.

Her dad drove quickly back to the house and wasted no time telling his wife how Erin had nearly gotten them lost in the garage. Just a real peach, that one. Frankly, I'm not sure how he suppressed the urge to tell the toll booth worker when we were getting on the highway. Scorn started dying down quickly as we got the grand tour of the new digs.

The house was a lovely little place that reminded me a lot of their last home up north. Obviously the scenery was a little different, but inside felt very familiar. They clearly had not yet shed their northeastern inclination toward keeping unsettlingly random tchotchkes in every tiny crevice, but the way they still jumped at the sight of an anole was the most clear indication that they were not quite yet 'at home.'

The biggest difference from that place to this was the presence of an in-ground pool in their backyard and a hot tub on the back patio. I could not wait to get Erin in the hot tub with me so we could soak together and think terrible thoughts about what we'd get up to after everybody else was in bed. I swear, half of the fun of sex with Erin was the fact that she still loved the chase. We had been together for nearly four years and she still loved to fan those flames whenever the opportunity arose. Despite the fact that our 'honeymoon' period had been pretty brief, we made up for lost time whenever we could. I look back and I'm actually impressed with us around this time.

The tour ended where it started, back on the porch, and we were then whisked upstairs to drop our things off in our respective bedrooms (not this separate bedrooms shit again). Erin and I both got to the top of the stairs at the same time, just as her dad was headed toward the kitchen. We embraced quickly, I gave Erin a nibble on her neck and she giggled coquettishly. I really didn't want that sound hitting the wrong ears, so I cleared my throat a little and Erin laughed a bit louder that time.

We both heard soft footsteps padding across the floor behind Erin's back and we peeked together into the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Becca appeared shortly afterwards in the doorway wearing a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. She very obviously did not have a bra on and her areolas cast darkish circles against the pale material covering her upper body. Her basketball shorts didn't hide her toned thighs and ended just before a lucky someone could get a look at her pert ass.

"I thought you guys would at least save that stuff for the hot tub."

"Becca, come on, you know that's not why we're here. Why do you have to make comments like that?"

They glared at each other standoffishly until Becca smiled and Erin smiled back. I couldn't tell, at first, if they were just trying to make me uncomfortable, but they waited a beat and started laughing at the look on my face, so I could tell that whatever confrontation appeared to be brewing had been for my benefit.

"You two are a riot. I'm heading downstairs to see what your dad is going to cook."

"Don't wait up for us, after Becca gets changed she and I are headed to check out the pool."

"So, how long have been planning this entrance?"

Becca chimed in now, "since last week when I talked on the phone to you guys. We hatched our scheme after you left for your final."

"Ahhh," light began to dawn on Marblehead. "So what you're saying is: you had a week to concoct a prank and that was all you could come up with?"

Becca moved quickly from the doorway and punched me in the arm. Erin started laughing at me, and I realized all the reason and wit in the world wouldn't move them any more than someone simply getting whacked upside the head. I couldn't win for losing, so I started down the stairs only to hear the beginnings of an actual quibble this time.

"What the hell are you wearing?! He's still MY boyfriend, you know."

"Oh right, like I couldn't do better than him. Come on, don't be crazy."

Feeling confused and more than a little turned on to hear these two women arguing over me, I went under the doorway at the bottom of the stairs and nearly ran smack into the girls' dad. He grimaced at me and said if I wanted to help I could start cutting carrots. Apparently, he was going to make some good comfort food by way of his mom's classic chicken noodle soup recipe. Much as I appreciated his effort (and there was a good amount, because he didn't know one goddamn thing about what as going on in the kitchen), I was in no mood to be peeling carrots when there would be women in bathing suits in his backyard.

"I'm actually going to check out the yard if you don't mind. I'll be happy to pop back in afterwards, but there's so much more going on out there then your last place. You guys do a great job keeping it up."

Knowing full well that flattery would be me everywhere with this bunch, I laid on the compliments pretty thick. There were a house-proud group and always loved the acknowledgements of their superior work keeping up with the Joneses.

"Yeah, we have a mango tree back there that drops fruit nearly constantly; do you like mangoes?"

I answered emphatically in the affirmative and made my way outside. My eyes were drawn immediately to the tree and the lovely shade it cast on the shallow end of the pool. Much as I love swimming, I had to be mindful of that Florida sunshine, because I'd be red as a boiled lobster if I stayed in it for too long. Looked like it was the shallow end for me for a while, at least.

As I stood ruminating on the inevitability of my foray into shallow water, the girls appeared at the sliding glass patio door decked out in their swimsuits for an afternoon in sun. The contrast between them couldn't be more stark. Erin arrived poolside slightly ahead of her youngest sister dressed in a two-piece with a floral pattern that hugged her lovely curves in just such a way. Her luscious breasts were practically crowded into the top while the bottom fit nicely on her shapely hips and gorgeous ass. She caught me looking and wagged her finger at me, chiding me for looking too long.

I'm glad she got the chiding out of the way early, because when she bent to place her towel on the deck chair next to the pool I got a good view of Becca's top half. It was a view to behold. Becca had on what appeared at first to be a fairly conservative two-piece (if a bikini can ever really be considered 'conservative') when just spotting the top half, but as Erin started to move out of my line of sight I saw the entire ensemble. It was a strappy affair that covered up very little of her bottom half. Lucky fella that I am, I could see the material outline perfectly what I knew to be underneath that suit. I must've gotten a little wide-eyed because Becca wagged her finger at me the same way, parroting her oldest sibling.

The back side of the suit was even more stunning, as all the material covering her upper half gave way to nothing but straps in the back as they made a criss-cross framing a largish tattoo on her upper back. It was an intricate tattoo that seemed to be showing a flowing circular pattern and it stood out on the beautiful canvas that it was drawn on. The lower half of the suit was straps too, straps that hugged her hips and culminated in a little coverage of her noticeably larger assets. I guess you could say she filled it out capably, but more likely you'd note that she looked like she would stop traffic.

Now, I had gotten better at hiding my excitement in the months pursuant to multiple near-misses (and at least one moment of pretty horrible embarrassment), but there was not going to be any amount of hiding that would keep this erection from making its presence known. That said, I felt I should either excuse myself before Erin was done being busy poolside or dive in the water with my clothes on and give myself a distraction. Becca now began leering at me and frankly made me a little uncomfortable. Erin had made clear that our trip was not going to be all about sex (as our other trips together had been) and that she wanted to remain on her dad's good side. This visage was threatening to ruin all of her pleading for chaste good fun.

I turned on my heel and sped towards the patio, only to be greeted by the girls' step-mother. She had smiling eyes and somewhat lank brown hair as she met me just before I reached the door to the house. She stretched her arms out to give me a hug and I recoiled somewhat due to my turgid state. Not wanting to be rude, I faked a small cough and said I didn't want to give her anything. She put her arms down and welcomed me pretty cordially, explaining that food would be on in about ten minutes just loud enough for the girls to hear, while she craned her neck to seek them behind me.

As she told us, one of the sisters jumped into the pool and made a sizable splash. Casually glancing over my shoulder to see which one, Becca emerged from the water dripping and shook her head to get the hair out of her face. As she wrung her hair out behind her head, I looked and saw that one of her breasts was nearly popping out of the top of her suit. She demurely adjusted her suit while making eye contact with me. This was all I needed to see to know that I had better get inside. I didn't know who had witnessed that look, so being elsewhere was most definitely the right choice in that moment.

The afternoon and part of the early evening passed without further incident. No more looks or comments or flat-out unmitigated longing occurred, so I took that to be a sign of good things to come. Perhaps all the pressure of keeping up appearances wouldn't be necessary in this visit.

At this point I should make clear that I hadn't wanted to re-ignite anything with Becca at the outset of this trip, but she had already shown me that I could be convinced without too much difficulty. I was trying hard to keep my distance so as not to be lured (or to take any similar action myself).

After we had finished supper, the girls' dad was washing dishes and accidentally cut his hand on a water glass he was scrubbing. His wife looked at it briefly (she didn't do well with blood) and stated that he was likely going to need stitches. She said she needed the help of two of us to get things taken care of; one of us was to go to the airport to fetch Fleur and the other was to drive her husband to urgent care to get his hand looked at. I was 'volunteered' (READ: volun-told) for the task of picking up Fleur and driving her back home, and I was to take their dad's precious Buick. After being instructed a number of times to be kind to the car, I headed out into the garage to get going. As I opened the door to the Buick and bent down into the driver's seat, I heard the inside garage door open and shut without seeing who came in. I turned my head to the passenger's side of the car and Becca was waiting by the door handle signaling for me to unlock her door. Instead, I reached over and rolled down the window a little and asked her what was up.

"Dad wanted me to go with you so you didn't mess up the car."

"You? And how are you going to do any better with this car than I will? You might be the worst driver I've ever sat next to."

"Just shut up and drive, I want to show you something while we're on the way."

"Does Erin know you're coming?"

"What my sister doesn't know is a lot, as if you weren't already aware."

I shot her a look I hoped said "this is neither the time nor the place," but her smiling response likely meant she perceived both the time and place quite differently than I did. I gritted my teeth, steeled my resolve, and opened the door to let Becca in. She sat down quickly and began drumming on the dash, encouraging me to, in her words, "go, go, go." Turning the engine over, I could already feel my previously mentioned state of excitement returning. I pressed the bottom on the sun visor and the garage door opened up. When I reached over to do so, Becca rested her hand on my thigh. I lifted her hand up gently and placed it on her own thigh when I returned to my side of the car.

Not turning my head to look but sensing her vision burning holes in the side of my face, I glanced in my peripheral vision and saw a face of mild amusement. She had a power over me I can't deny, but only because I gave it to her, perhaps willingly perhaps not. I could see her whole face light up as she smiled at me cunningly. Breaking the silence, she spoke softly enough that I had to move closer just to hear her. Arching my neck in her direction, she spoke again.

"So you'd rather I did it to myself? Is that it?"

"I'm sorry, did what?"

In answer, she placed her left hand inside the waistband of her shorts and began to shift uneasily in her seat. She removed her seatbelt after some fumbling and pulled the lever of the side of her seat to recline it some. I looked once, did a double-take, then a triple-take, and observed her sliding her shorts down around her ankles. Once there, she used three fingers and began idly massaging her clit in full view of the traffic we had just entered. Breathing a little easier when I realized that the Buick's windows had been tinted, I still had a hard time reconciling my previous displeasure at her persistence with my now animatedly thrilled state.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly while she continued toying disconnectedly with herself. The world had clearly melted away for her as she did not notice my pleading looks or indeed my prominent erection. She started to increase the pace at which she circled her clit and briefly took her fingers and popped them into my mouth. Officially casting my lot in with her, I swirled my tongue around her three fingers and drank thirstily from them. I sucked them for her following which she changed her approach by putting her feet on the door and the dash and plunging those same three fingers into her now noisily excited cunt. She picked up the pace quite a bit and began vigorously fucking herself until she shouted abruptly, shuddered, took a few deep breaths, and stopped altogether. Her fingers emerging, she again thrust them in my face for me to clean. I wasted no time in showing her my appreciation for this unprecedented act of wantonness by slurping away hungrily, licking my lips each time I took her fingers from my mouth so I didn't waste any of that delicious essence.

Emboldened, she then leaned over in my direction and began to grab at the zipper on my shorts while I drove on. Deftly unzipping my them, she then reached inside my shorts to try and get at my cock. In my unimaginably aroused state, she couldn't manage to get my underwear out of the way, so I did the work for her, adjusting and then shifting myself sufficiently to poke through the opening in my shorts. Now fully erect and unconstrained, I grabbed the back of Becca's head and gently pushed her down towards my lap where she lovingly engulfed the head of my cock and half of the shaft. I felt the back of her throat almost immediately and she then began to pace herself as she bobbed up and down in my lap. I firmly believe the best blowjobs are the sloppiest blowjobs, so I 'encouraged' her to take as much of me down her throat as she could from time to time. Each time I would push down on the back of her head she would begin to gag and I would relent. After repeating this process for some time, I realized we were getting near to the airport. I wanted to hurry things along, but I didn't want to push her boundaries as I wasn't really all that familiar with them at this point. I began rhythmically rocking her head up and down a little more rapidly and she took the hint and began gagging herself on me with each stroke. With drool running out of her open mouth and coating my balls, I was enjoying every movement she was making. Each time she would go down she made a wet choking sound that would catch in the back of her throat. The sound alone drove me wild. I started to feel that familiar tension in my calves and thighs and I was nearing orgasm very quickly. Two or three more gags and I would explode, I was sure of it. I lovingly closed my fingers around a fistful of her hair and moaned breathlessly that I was ready to cum. She plunged her mouth down over the entirety of my cock, struggled to close her lips around it and I shot rope after rope of cum right into the back of her throat. She spluttered and coughed when she came up, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and wincing.




Unconditional Love Ch. 03



She turned and struggled not to laugh with a mouth full of cum. She opened her mouth wide, displayed her prize, and downed the lot of it in one audible 'gulp.' I watched intently and could not believe that my dick had not yet softened in the least. While watching, we pulled up to a toll booth for the short term parking lot. I realized this was a bit of a dangerous gambit, but I quickly pulled my shorts up while Becca covered herself without really getting her clothes quite situated. I cranked down the window and greeted the toll booth worker and received a punch card indicating the time I arrived.

At this point, I could give a shit less about anything else in the world and was quite frankly pretty gassed from the intensity of this exchange in the car. I hadn't realized that the entire car just reeked of Becca's excitement, so I left the window open in the hopes that things would air out. No sooner had we pulled into a parking spot then we saw Fleur standing by the elevator that went from the terminal to the garage. She looked our way, faintly recognizing her father's car and signaled to us to pull around. Enough time to clear out the smell hadn't really passed, so I pretended I saw a one way sign and circled all the way around the lot and came back to where she was standing. During that victory lap, Becca had finally gotten her shorts back up, and I was tucked safely away in my underwear, although I noticed I was still tenting them a bit, refractory period be damned.

Becca opened her door with gusto (it clunked angrily when the hinges recoiled from being thrown open), and greeted her sister by hugging her with one arm around her shoulders. I had a feeling I knew why this wasn't a full-on bear hug, but there wasn't really a need to belabor that point in my mind; it would probably have a pretty ghastly impact on my interaction with Fleur right about now. I waved from the other side of the car and with a chivalrous flourish grabbed Fleur's things and heaved them off into the trunk.

Fleur and Becca were still playing catchup a little, replete with animated musings and exchanges of what seemed like knowing sisterly glances. This unnerved me a little, but I wasn't going to get terrifically stressed about it, because I was feeling a sense of wonderment at the unrelated notion that Becca and Erin were such completely different women and both wanted me for their own plaything. Swelled head and penis safely inside the car, I glanced over at the passenger seat and saw a sizable wet spot on the cushion. No sooner had I noticed this that Fleur had opened the front passenger side door and was leaning on the door frame while talking to Becca. I was sure Becca had planned this, evil genius that she was, but I didn't want to react too emphatically and create even more of a situation.

"Why don't you sit in the back and stretch your legs? I'm sure it's been a pretty cramped flight, judging by my own experience earlier today."

"It's fine, I'd rather sit up front so I can make note of how to get to the house from the airport," Fleur said dismissively and without so much as casting a glance my way.

Her sideways glances and somewhat hushed insistence left me no more impressed with her than our first meeting, which was mercifully brief. She looked terrified rather than upset that I had a penis and she could see the indistinct outline of it when we ran into one another in the hallway at her dad's old house. I literally hadn't spoken one word to her since that day and she reminded me once again that she wouldn't mind if it stayed that way.

She had long, straight hair and a face with lowish cheekbones and hazel eyes. Her nose was probably the most French-Canadian looking thing about her (and she was fiercely proud of her heritage), that is to say that it was broad and beaky, but nothing that would make you think of her as anything less than attractive. She had a slight build, short legs, and not much in the way of assets, but she was pretty, demure, and had a fire in her eyes that belied an admirable sense of conviction. I hadn't really gotten to know her to this point, and she made it clear that we weren't on those terms yet.

Before she sat down, I noticed that her dad had left his coffee cup in the cupholder, so I snatched it up, opened it quickly and looked in the bottom of it; there was still some left. I quickly sloshed some of it onto the seat just as she was about to sit down.

"Shit! Sorry, I accidentally spilled some coffee there. Goddamn it. Let me just throw some napkins on it or something."

"What are you doing?! I was just about to sit there!"

"I'm sorry, I have clumsy hands sometimes. My bad, I'll clean it up."

I saw her glance into the back seat at Becca and shake her head judgmentally. Becca just shrugged and told her to join her in the back. The coffee had the added effect of overpowering the smell in the car too, so I was feeling especially ingenious right then. Fleur hoisted herself down slowly into the back seat and shut the door behind her. I put the car in drive and set off toward home.

Upon our arrival, the girls' dad and step-mom had not returned and neither had Erin. Becca and I went into the kitchen while Fleur brought her things upstairs. I parked my butt on one of the stools that sat next to their kitchen island and put my head in my hands. I was feeling drained and conflicted. I needed something to help clear my mind. Becca had just the answer.

"So, my eyes spy a bottle of rum on top of that fridge. Would you like me to make you a drink?"

"Oh, could you please? I feel like I'm 100 years old. I need a pick-me-up."

"You look damn good for 100 years old," she gave me a sideways glance while she turned to retrieve the rum.

Becca was fairly short and was struggling to reach the bottle all the way in the back, so I got up and walked over to offer help. She was initially standing on her tip-toes to try and reach, but now she was reaching with her arms up over her head and wiggling her ass while she did it. Again thinking impure thoughts about her back half, I reached over her and grabbed the bottle without too much difficulty. She turned around quickly while I was reaching and grabbed my shirt with two hands.

"Lemme help you with that. Just gotta make sure you hold steady."

I laughed and nearly lost my balance, but brought the bottle down quickly and broke our near-embrace. She pouted a little, but changed her expression almost immediately when she noticed Fleur standing behind us in the doorway.

"Are you two drinking? What is dad going to say when he gets back?"

"'Can I have one?' I assume," Becca was quick to retort.

"You know he doesn't like you drinking under his roof Becca, please don't put me in this position."

That fire in her eyes was on full display and it became obvious that Fleur was intent on making this a concern for both of us, not just Becca. I dispassionately reasoned with Becca that maybe the rum would be of better use another time, but Becca wasn't budging at her sister's behest.

"How about you go back upstairs and read or something? Maybe you can break your personal best for most Psalms in one day."

Now this was a criticism of Fleur that I had not yet heard. Was she in fact a bit of a pious sort? I knew she owed what her sisters termed a slavish devotion to her dad, but I didn't know if it extended to her relationship with God or not. I didn't stick around to find out however, because the next volley from Fleur was at an elevated volume that I wasn't altogether comfortable with. I retreated back outdoors. The sun had set while we were on our return trip to the house and the backyard featured no illumination at that point. The folks who knew the setup here were at urgent care, so they weren't really available to get things looking right at the time. I searched the inside walls of each doorway on that side of the house looking for the right switches, but the only lights that those turned on were the lights on the side of the house just over the hot tub.

I couldn't exactly curse my luck, because I would've loved a soak right then, but I wasn't altogether pleased that I couldn't really idle anywhere other than the hot tub. With fighting indoors and darkness out, I was starved for options. I took the bold step of stripping down to my skivvies and hopped into the tub. I wasn't up for too much more time wasted making up my mind on these issues, so I just let my thoughts wander while I enjoyed the heat and the jets. I started to get a little dozy and thought I'd better move around a little when Becca finally came out of the house.

Her face was blotchy and streaked with tears and I could see that things had not gone well in her first encounter with her middle sister on this vacation of hers. She looked around in the dark for a minute because apparently she didn't see my head against the side of the hot tub. I called a greeting in her direction and was surprised at just how dozy I must have gotten, my speech was nearly slurring when I spoke it.

She purposefully strode over in my direction and leaned over with both arms folded on the edge of the tub. She put her head down on her arms and gave me a despondent look.

"So Fleur is not too happy with us right now. She seems to think that we're up to something."

"Well we are, so I'm not sure I can blame her much."

"That's not what I mean, I mean she wants to talk to dad about it. She wants to make sure I'm not embarrassing her in the way I interact with strange men."

"I literally don't have one idea what the hell you're talking about."

Becca went on to explain that Fleur was a bit old-fashioned in her sensibilities and that sometimes stood in the way of her relationships with Becca and Erin. While I had no particular objection to old-fashioned, I did want to get to the bottom of just what made Fleur so guarded around me and her sisters (you know, besides the obvious, which I was no longer convinced she knew nothing about).

I got out of the tub, told Becca I would go have a chat with her and toweled off while I grabbed my clothes off the ground. I padded off towards the kitchen quietly, got dressed in front of the sliding glass door and re-entered their dad's house. Once inside, I ascended the stairs to the last bedroom at the end of the hall, the one that had been designated Fleur's by her step-mom. The door was shut tight, so I knocked quietly and waited for an answer. I heard Fleur stifle a sob and ask who was at her door.

"It's just me, I wanted to talk for a minute, if you don't mind."

"Come back in the morning, I don't want to talk right now."

"No problem, I was just concerned about you and your sisters. But we can talk about it later."

A few seconds silence was interrupted when Fleur blew her nose noisily and then told me in a congested voice to come in anyway, it didn't matter. I opened the door slowly and made my way into her darkened room one step at a time, equal parts cautious and not wanting to appear too intrusive.

"Just sit on the chair."

I sat down gingerly in the a whicker chair against the wall opposite her bed.

I decided to start things, "so listen, I know we didn't get off on the right foot, and I'm sorry about that, but please don't take it out on your sisters. They only -"

A loud, pained guffaw interrupted my thought and signaled her obvious incredulity.

"You don't know anything about what's going on with us, so please don't sit here and preach patience when you have no idea what you're talking about."

There was again clear intent in her words, but I don't think the intent was matching up with the reaction she was getting. She wanted to put me off the idea of speaking to her in such a know-it-all tone, but she was really just coming off as rude and petulant. I could see a look of resignation cross her face and she again just buried her head in her bed.

"Let me start again. Are we okay? Can you tell me what I can do to make things a little better between you and me?"

I perish the thought that there was some sort of gamesmanship going on here, but I was very obviously adopting a tone that she wasn't prepared for, and that was kind of my goal. A little disarming needed to occur before much else.

She sighed deeply and set about turning beet red before she explained that our initial meeting had left her with an impression of me that wasn't altogether flattering. I told her honestly that I felt somewhat the same way when she responded with revulsion rather than voicing her discomfort or acting a bit more grownup about the situation. I told her I was extremely embarrassed about the whole thing, but I hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable nor had I intended to let things fester this long. I ended my diatribe with an apology and a promise that I would be amenable to starting over again. She agreed, and I headed back to my room to get a proper bathing suit on before I headed back outside.

As I opened my door to head back downstairs, I heard Becca making noise in the kitchen. I headed back down and told her that I had had a chance to talk to Fleur and that hopefully things wouldn't be so tense with the two of us around her.

"Thanks. I can't really stand it when she gets all holier-than-thou about everything."

"I don't think that's what's going on here, honestly. I feel like she just needed to get something off her chest and she didn't know how."

"Yeah well, she never knows how."

With that, Becca retrieved the rum from the top of the fridge again and set about making some frozen drinks. I thought that sounded like an amazing idea, but warned that we should at least keep things to a dull roar while Fleur was still upstairs.

I headed back outside and found the light switches on the outside of the house. The light from the side of the house dappled the water in the pool and create a neat little effect on the surface. It was a pretty choice setup, and I loved me some night swimming so I ran to the deep end of the pool and jumped in. The water was chillier than I thought it would be, but not enough to bother. Becca slid the glass door on the patio open and emerged with two tallish glasses filled with a white slush. She had made pina coladas, the sweet thing. I took mine from her when she got to the pool and drank deeply of the first taste. It was delicious, but boy did it pack a wallop.

She told me the rum was actually 151, but it was all she could find. I shrugged it off, none too concerned about it. I had never had 151, so this would be a learning experience (the lesson being that one does not shrug off 151). Becca then pleaded with me to jump in the hot tub with her instead of the pool because the water was too cold and it would make her nipples achy. She was pretty forward for someone I had only really spent time with once or twice.

I didn't care for the idea of us being the in hot tub together when folks got home and she relented in this case. It was a good job she did, because Erin came out to check on us not fifteen minutes later. She told us that dad was fine, he had had to get some stitches to close the cut, but he was none the worse for wear. They had given him some painkillers in the meantime and he was out cold in his bed.

"So what have you two been up to while I've been gone? I checked in with Fleur and she told me you've been out here a while."

Becca, as always, beat me to the punch.

"We've just been hanging out. He's been swimming laps and I've been soaking. We've only been out here for about 20 minutes though. I found some rum and we were having a pina colada, do you want one?"

"That sounds a-maz-ing," she drew out each syllable in her adorably emphatic way. Making clear that the offer was frankly late in coming.

Becca headed in and Erin came over to stand by the pool and chat. She talked about how her dad had handled it really well, he didn't even lose his temper or anything. She posited that she thought her step-mom was having a good affect on his behavior. He had been accused in the past of being a little hot-headed, but apparently he had begun to mellow around his new wife.

Becca came back out, new drink in hand. Erin took one sip and made a startling sound to go with her startled look.

"What is IN this?"

"All they had was 151, so I made the pina coladas with that.

Erin proclaimed that the drink was downright potent, but she sipped slowly from it again. After a minute or two of that, she informed us her head was swimming and she was headed in to go to bed. She cast me a very forward glance when she got to the doorway and I followed her into the house with a towel around my waist. On my way out, Becca looked my way with a shy, pleading little smile, one that was fraught with humility. It seemed to say that I was her prize and that she shouldn't have to share, but if she had said as much I would've told her how inaccurate that impression was.

Once upstairs, Erin and I retired to her room first so I could put her to bed. I was led in to the room and after I entered, she hustled to the door and closed it tight with an air almost of finality. She wanted me to know that I wouldn't be leaving soon.

"Remember how I said this trip wasn't all about sex?"

"I do."

"Well, I think it should at least be a lot about sex."

"But not all about it."

"No, never ALL about it."

She turned away from me and opened her dresser drawer to retrieve something. When she faced me again, she held her prize behind her back so I couldn't see it.

"Well, since we're on vacation, and you've been very good, I think you should have a little treat."

I knew exactly what was coming next and I couldn't have been more happy to see it when she finally revealed a small plastic vessel that looked like a miniature shampoo bottle. Inside, I knew there to be her favorite brand of lube, and with that, she signaled what our adventure this evening would be. She again put her hands behind her back and leaned in towards me, smiling. She had a broad smile that really pulled you in when you saw it. It made you want to smile too, and it made me specifically want to fuck her silly at that moment. I leaned towards her to return her kiss, but she stopped me with a finger on my nose and a grin behind it. She whipped off her shirt to reveal a tight, sheer top with mesh designs across the front. The back was a solid black panel of fabric, but the front had a gossamer look that titillated and teased. It was skin tight and extremely appealing. I grabbed her sides just above her waist and hoisted her onto the bed. Once there, I set about devouring every uncovered portion of her body. I kissed, nibbled, bit, and licked all around her stomach, up past her chest to her neck and shoulders while she shuddered and moaned. The look on her face was sheer delight.

She put her arms through the sleeves of the top and pushed it down over her breasts so I could get at them. Once I saw her intent, I began to gently but insistently caress her perfect tits, one at a time. Once finished, I took them into my mouth one after the other and kissed, sucked, and nibbled on them. I pressed them together forcefully with both hands and licked both of her nipples at once, something I knew drove her mad.

With that, she rolled away from me and began removing her shorts and underwear. She struggled with them while she was lying down, but I was out of my bathing suit in a flash. She saw that an appropriate amount of shrinkage had occurred during my trip to the pool, so she let out a playful chuckle, one I promised breathily in her ear to make her pay for. She gasped when I said it and started her own assault on my pleasure centers. She started to stroke my cock idly with one hand while she held the side of my face tenderly with the other. She was alternating between biting my bottom lip, licking my top one, and kissing me tenderly. It was an amazing sensation, all this attention I was getting, and I didn't want it to end.




Unconditional Love Ch. 03



End it did however, when Erin stood up and bent over the edge of the bed with her fingers rubbing concentric circles on her clit. She pressed down firmly on the hood while she circled and occasionally put two fingers into her tight pussy to get herself ready for me. While she did so, I spread her ass apart with both hands and buried my tongue in it. I lapped away while she gasped and I got to watch her eyes go wide with surprise as she peered over her shoulder. This wasn't the first time I had done this, but it was not an everyday occurrence and always carried with it a certain intent on what was to come.

She came hard just then and juices started to rush from her now-blooming pussy. I stood straight up behind her and pressed myself against her cunt and she grabbed my cock with her hand and guided me into her. I started slow and measured (which she hated, but always loved the anticipation it built) and felt every inch and every ridge on the inside of her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles tightly and urged me on by rocking her hips back into mine with a little more speed and force. Taking the cue, I started fucking her more deeply with every stroke, until I was bottoming out in her each time I plunged forward. Now I proceeded with reckless abandon, oblivious to all the world and wanting only to hear her moan into her pillow while she came.

"Tell me. Tell me what to do," this was our code for her impending orgasm, so I breathlessly obliged.

"Cum for me. Cum for Daddy. Cum on my cock."

Erin swung her head around, her mouth forming a perfect circle, and her face went flush before my very eyes. I didn't stop my assault and she didn't stop cumming. After ten, eleven, maybe fifteen seconds she turned her head again and collapsed into her pillow, ass still up in the air. I pulled out, grabbed her intently with both hands and buried my face in her pussy. This time I just put my tongue inside her and ate to my heart's content. She gasped and shook, then begged me to stop and fuck her in the ass.

I stood bolt upright at the words and even more blood rushed into my dick. It was now straining so hard I could feel my heartbeat in it. I reached over to the nightstand where she had placed that little bottle of lube and began by applying some to my hands and rubbing them together to make the slippery substance nice and warm (nobody likes the shock of icy cold lube on their asshole, especially mid-coitus). After my hands started to warm up again I took one slick finger and began lightly pressing on the entrance to her ass with minimal pressure and maximum teasing. I would lightly insert the tip of my finger over and over so she could get used to the motion. Following that, I inserted my finger entirely, working it in very slowly while she adjusted to the strange but pleasant pressure. I pressed another finger into her alongside the first and began to slowly increase the speed with which I penetrated her sensitive opening.

Once the I had a good pace going, I took my other hand and inserted three fingers into her pussy. With those three fingers I searched for that wrinkled patch of skin just inside her vagina that was the key to making this whole process work. While I massaged her g-spot with a 'come hither' motion, she tensed up almost violently while I had those two fingers in her ass. I kept them there, unmoving, until her orgasm had passed and her asshole had relaxed nearly completely. Taking that as my cue, I stood up again and cleaned off my hands as best I could on the blanket covering the end of the bed. Satisfied that there was still enough moisture there, I rubbed some lube on my cock and lined it up with that delicate shade of pink between her two round cheeks. With very little effort and almost no resistance, I found that my cock slid snugly and smoothly into her ass. A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the bed told me that I had found purchase and could begin moving more rapidly at my leisure. I started out as before, taking my time, but rarely did this process last very long for either one of us, so I picked up the pace fairly quickly.

Pistoning rapidly into her hips and out again, it took no time at all for me reach the precipice of my orgasm and I sighed deeply to let her know. She was so tight and warm inside that I could hardly last very long. Erin turned her head and, with great effort, stuttered out a muted plea.

"Please cum for me Daddy. I want to feel it in my ass."

Needing no more coaxing than that, I felt the tension in my legs and the pressure in my balls subside and give way to a radiant feeling of warmth and relaxation everywhere below my waist. I couldn't stop cumming with that sensation enduring, so when I finally did it was like someone just turned out the lights. I went from struggling and straining to docile and sated in the blink of an eye.

With the two of us just thoroughly deflated, we shifted positions and the pillow talk began.

"So how was that, Daddy?"

My labored breathing made a reply tough.

"That was - unbelievably wonderful."

"I thought you'd like that. Happy vacation."

She punctuated those words with a kiss on my forehead and her breathing in my scent deeply. She sat up and moved gingerly toward the bathroom just off her bedroom. I imagine that kind of action would make my muscles pretty stiff too. Once inside, she threw on the light and began her post-sex ablutions.

Outside in the hallway, I heard someone talk in a rather hushed tone and a reply in kind. I got my clothes back on, reached into Erin's dresser and sprayed some perfume in the room to take the edge off the smell in case anyone started knocking. I waited, listening closely to any action in the hallway. Once I was convinced the coast was clear, I slunk off to my bedroom quietly and arrived just to collapse in a heap. If we had gotten away with all that it was only just, so I counted my blessings while I tried to nod off. While waiting for sleep to overtake me, images of my gorgeous girlfriend and her enchanting (if wounded) sister danced in my head.

The time was coming where I would likely have to make a choice between living with our secret or living a life that didn't feature all this tawdry running around. I would be happy either way I told myself, but lying to myself was clearly something I was becoming accustomed to.



Unconditional Love Ch. 03



Rob thrusts began to increase in speed and he could feel the pending explosion. "Judy! I'm going to come in you. I can't last much longer."

"No, no. I'm not ready. I need to feel more of this. Oh please, I've waited so long. Please make it last."

Rob tried to hold off, but his need was too great. "I can't," he panted. "I haven't come in so long, I can't wait."

He grunted as he pushed hard against her and held himself there as his cock erupted.

Judy felt his cock push even deeper as a new sensation filled her. She could feel his cock swell and then begin to pulse as he kept pushing hard against her clit and labia. "Oh my God.", was all she could say. 

Her mind was reeling, as she felt the first twinges of her own orgasm. She had never been able to feel a man ejaculate in her before, but now, there was no mistake. She could feel the impact of each bolt of cum. She was feeling a new pressure inside her. She could feel it moving in her, forcing itself up, between Robs cock and the walls of her cunt. She began to feel the first seepage as the mixture of her juice and hot cum began to trickle down and over her puckered hole. The sensation triggering the release of her cunt wrenching orgasm. Yet another new experience for her.

The contractions of her vaginal muscles were stronger than she had ever experienced. She was feeling light headed as her mind was bombarded with these unfamiliar sensations.

She was pinned, with her legs up in the air and her muscles were straining to move. That strain caused the pucker of her back hole to open and she could feel the cum that was leaking from her pussy seek out this new opening. All these sensations causing new spasms in her body.

When Rob finished expending his cum moved back from her. Once her ass hit the mattress, he spread her legs to each side of him and inched back from her, his dick sliding out as he watched.

The lips of her labia was splayed puffy and red, her clit was dark pink and pulsing and the opening of her cunt has mostly closed, but periodically would pulse open, pushing another stream of diluted cum out.

Rob sat back on his heals and watched, wishing that it was Jane's cunt in front of him instead of his stepmother. His thoughts were interrupted by Judies words.

"Oh, Rob, I feel so empty now. I just had a wonderfully new feeling climax and I find myself wanting more. Rob? Can you fill me again?"

"Judy, you were intense, the way you kept squeezing my cock, I couldn't stop cumming in you. I'm going to need your help if you want me back in you."

Judy needed no more encouragement. "Lie down on your back again, and stay there this time."

He did as she asked as she moved between his legs, encased his cock between her tits, and began to masturbate him.

He had never had his cock between a woman's tits. It was a turn on to see the head of his cock appear from between these two massive beauties and the feel of her soft warm flesh was doing a good job of getting him hard again. A real good job. 

"Judy, if you don't stop soon, I'm going to shoot my cum in your cleavage."

"That sounds nice too. I'll add that to my collection of things I want to feel that beautiful long fat prick of yours do to me. As for now, I need to feel that cock of yours fill my pussy. My God, I feel like I'm going to come just thinking about it."

She gave a loving kiss to the head of Rob's dick, then, straddling his body, moved herself into position. As soon as she placed the head of his dick between her pussies swollen lips, more cum began to leak out of her. It traveled over the head of his cock and down to her fingers as she guided him in.

She had wanted to take it slowly, savoring the feeling, as inch by inch her vaginal muscles would be stretched to their max as she inexorably impaled herself on his staff. 

"Oh, yeah," just thinking those thoughts made her want to come. Her desires filled her mind as his cock filled her cunt, making her scream, "Fuck!" 

Rob was ready for a slow teasing session of sex, when she yelled and sank down, her cunt devouring his entire cock in a single swift movement.

To Rob it felt like his prick was an elevator car that was being pulled up to the top floor, thru a shaft that was to small, but despite the size difference it was forcibly yanked to the top.

Judies hands flew to her breasts. She was squeezing them and trying to pull on her nipples at the same time. "Oh Shit," was all she could say at first, as she sat there.

"Rob," she began. "I'm not moving and my insides are going crazy. I can feel it starting. -- "Oh, shit, I'm not moving and I can feel, it's going to happen. Ah, - Aaah, -- AAAH Yeah!"

She threw her head back and Rob could feel her pushing down on him as her vaginal muscles squeezed and pushed against his dick, as if they were trying to extricate him.

When her orgasm was over, she fell forward on Rob. With the exception of two or three inches, his dick was still in her. She was breathing heavy and it took a moment before she could say more than, "Wow."

"Oh Rob, that was incredible. My orgasm was so strong, I feel week. - My pussy is still hungry for more, but I don't have the strength, give me another minute. Ok?"

"Judy, I can't wait another minute. I've never been with a woman whose muscles do things to my cock, like yours does."

Rob wrapped his arms around Judy and started to thrust his hips.

"Yes, Oh Yes," Judy began to moan as she started meeting his strokes.

Rob? Why is this happening so fast? Oooh. Rob, I'm going to come again. Oooh. I'm going to come. -- I'm cumming. -- CUMMING!"

She sat bolt upright and was thrusting her hips as she mauled her tits. She groaned her way through one body spasm after another and finally collapsed on top of Rob. She couldn't get enough air back into her lungs to be able to speak.

Rob, had no trouble expressing his feelings. "Fuck, I can't take any more of this. I need to fucking come now."

With out much effort, he flipped Judy on her back, and began to fuck her missionary style. Rob really didn't care about position. His single-minded goal was to cum in Judies cunt as her steel band muscles pulled, pushed and squeeze his cock. He was so close, two or three more thrusts. It was then that Judy began a cry of shock with a hint of horror.

"Please, please. Don't make my cunt come again. It can't take another..."

She never got to finish, as Robs first bolt of cum hit her womb and caused her body to go into an uncontrollable spasm. Her body's contractions made Robs release even more intense and he began to thrust wildly into her.

When, Rob was sated and spent, he collapsed on top of her. The only thing he was aware of was the thunder of his heart in his ears and the gasp of his longs as they worked to get more oxygen.

Once he felt control return, he noticed that Judy was unresponsive. He moved off her and when his dick came completely out of her, he noticed a slight tremble of her body, but he was still afraid that something had happened.

He noticed that aside from the cum leaking out of her, the sides of her legs were wet. He moved to her head and opened an eyelid. That seemed to bring her around.

"What happened? Did you faint?"

"I'm not sure exactly what happened, I think too many things at once and that was what my body was trying to tell me. It must have been a sensory overload. As I think about it, I believe the French have a name for what just happened to me. They call it La Petite Mort or little death."

"I don't know about that, but it almost scared me to death."

"Come here," she cooed as she held her arms out for Rob. "Let's climb under this one dry comforter and close our eyes for just a little."

She was feeling so relaxed, wrapped in Rob's strong arms. It was hard for her to believe that only a short while ago her car went into a ditch and... 

"Ahhh." She woke with a start, sat up and exclaimed, "My car; it's in a ditch."

Rob took hold of her arm and pulled her back to bed, "It's dark. We will take care of everything in the morning."

-----

It was early, the sun had just made it above the treetops as Rob awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and a hint of burnt toast. He walked into the open living room, naked. The front door to the cabin was open and he could see Judy standing on the porch. She was wearing his Hawaiian luau shirt and was leaning against the rail as she looked out over the mirror smooth lake.

Without looking back, she said, "There's fresh coffee and toast in the kitchen. Get some and come out here and join me."

Rob didn't need coffee or toast. His directional finder was pointing directly at what he wanted. He walked up behind her, raised the back of the shirt exposing the crack of her ass and pushing his cock down, he nestled it in between her legs. She widened her stance to better accommodate him and moaned as he pushed up against her. He placed his hands on her buttock and pushed her cheeks apart, allowing his cock to make full contact with her tight pucker and her labia. Not removing his hands from her flesh, he slid them around to her belly, then down over the short trimmed hair that covered her mound, to the top of her slit.

She pushed her ass back against him as she widened her stance a little more. Rob reached further down and spread her lips. As his cock made contact with her clit, she drew in a gasp of air and began a slow rocking motion that allowed her clit to slide up and down the wide head of his shaft.

Rob pulled his hands upwards, over her slender rib cage to the base of her mammoth tits. He cupped the bottoms, hefting the weight of them, before his fingers began to pinch and pull on her tan colored nipples.

"Rob," her voice was needy. "Fuck me. Right here on the porch. Fuck me now." 

He drew back and felt the head of his cock slip into her waiting hole. He was about to start with short thrusts into her when she pushed herself full back and for the second time, he felt his cock being forced into a space that was too small for it. This time the feeling was even more intense.

She was on her toes, pushing back as she grunted the words. "Oh Fuck, I'm Cumming."

Rob released her tits and grabbed her hips. Judy wasn't the only one about to come. The things her inner walls were doing to his cock had him ready to explode. All he needed was one good thrust. He pulled his cock back until only the head was left in her.

"Nooo," she cried as she felt her tunnel become empty.

Rob now thrust forward and with the sound of a hard slap, his belly impacted with her ass. He pulled her hips hard into him as his body shook, his cock began to pulse, and fire spurts of cum in her.

Judy was pushing herself back, her hands and arms straining hard against the rail that she held onto for support. She was trying to get her ass up as high as she could. Her stomach and buttock muscles tightened so much it hurt, but she couldn't stop her straining. She could feel the throbs and spurts of Robs prick and it drove her on to wave after wave of cunt crushing orgasms. She could hear Rob's groans and grunts mingled with her own, when without warning, her legs gave out. If Rob hadn't been holding her hips she would have simply collapsed where she stood.

Rob was able to stumble back to the bench that was mercifully behind them. His cock was still in her and they could both feel the other throbbing as she sat there. All her weight was on him as she leaned back into him and felt safe and satisfied as his arms encircled her waist.

As Rob felt her melt into him, he sensed his relationship with his stepmother was taking on more meaning than just that of casual sex. His feelings were substantiated when she turned her head and kissed him for the first time. Rob was not surprised when he found himself kissing her back.

-----

Rob put the two trash bags of Judies cloths down on the sofa, as he said, "Aside from a broken head lamp, there doesn't seem to be any actual damage to the car. It's not getting any traction on the rear wheels, so I'm going to have to try to pull it back onto the gravel with my car. Once that's done, you can leave, if you want."

She picked up on his uncertainty. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes," he anxiously replied before modifying his response. "Well, if you want to. I really don't know any more. -- I came up her to be alone and to think, and now..." 

"Are you having second thoughts, about me. Is it because I'm your stepmother. That's it, isn't it. Your step-mom has asked, no begged you to fuck her and now you feel bad about doing it."

Rob shook his head and had to laugh at how twisted things had become.

"What are you laughing about." Her tone was upset and tinged with a touch of anger.

"I'm sorry for laughing. It's just that this all seems so ludicrous. Here I am, fucking my beautiful stepmother, when all I ever really wanted was to fuck my own mother, to tell her that I love her, to let her know how much I need her. Now, because of what I've done to her, she hates me and won't even talk to me. I'm giving you the sex and love I want to give my mother and I don't know if I can trust my own feelings any more. Judy, I feel confused and lost."

She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around him in an effort to comfort him and ease his pain.

"Come. Let's sit and I want you to tell me everything. Together, we can work this out for you. You have to believe that together, there is no problem you and I can't solve."

Her words sounded familiar and comforting as he began telling her of his feelings for his mother and the plans he had hoped for them. He told her of the pain he saw his father put her thru. Then he told her how he had come to suck his mother's tit in his mouth and of the response, he thought he felt. He told her how she just walked away and how she would not talk to him. Now he knew he was causing her the same pain his father had.

Judy let him talk, without interruption. She felt his pain and saw where his perception of events could be nothing more than a misunderstanding. When he was done, she began to give him her candid feelings.

"Rob, first thing I want you to know. I have feelings for you that go beyond my desire to have sex with you. I don't know what word to call these feelings, but I think they help me see things from your mother's side and that may help you to understand why she seems to have turned her back on you.

"I'm not sure how much this has to do with your current situation with you mother, but your father continually seems to pop up when ever you talk about her, so I need to ask. Do you know about his death?"

Rob thought for a second, "Yeah, my mother told me he choked to death in his office before the medics could get to him. She never went into any detail. I figured that was because she didn't know any. Then, yesterday you mentioned he died with his tongue up the cunt of his new secretary. I assume that had something to do with his choking. Am I correct?"

"That's just about it," she replied after a long pause where she considered that Rob could be spared from the sorted details.

"No, that's not it. You know exactly what happened. Why won't you tell me." He paused before going on, "My mother knew, and she wouldn't tell me. It's bad isn't it. That's why no one wants me to know."

"It's not bad like he killed someone, it's just embarrassing, that's all. Enough people know the story and have made it seem... Well, they embellish it when they tell it, that's all."

"So, you'd rather me hear the embellished story from a stranger some day."

Faced with this dilemma, Judy sighed, "Fine, I see your point.

"Your father had a sweet tooth. He would pay his new secretary a fifty-cent bonus for each jellybean that he could stuff in her pussy. She could then earn a dollar bonus for each jellybean that she could coax Miles to eat out of her pussy.

"This young blonde, nit-wit of a secretary, with mammary glands the size of mine, could earn an extra twenty five dollars, if she could get Miles to; - Lick the bowl clean -.

"On that day, Becky Black, his new Sexretary as I called her, recounted the following events to the police. She was extremely horny that morning and was thrusting her pussy very hard into his face as he licked at the small ring that pierced the skin just above her clit. He did this as he filled her with eighteen beans. She told the police, that, on a good day, he could cram as many as twenty-two into her, if he pushed very hard. 

"At 11:00, Ms. Black took a call from one of Miles biggest clients. It seemed they needed his assistance and clarification on a tax matter.

"Miles had already sampled the jelly beans twice that morning and was now working his tong into Becky's pussy to extract a few more as he told her, - Just a couple more for the road.

"He took his time working his tong into her snatch, licking the sweet inside of her as he extracted one, savoring the juice from her. By the time the third one was extracted, Becky was ready to come. 

Miles however paid no attention. He turned and walked out the door saying, - Well, three is all I can eat now. I'm off, and I should be back before Noon. 

"Becky was ready to howl. The urge to cum was so strong. She quickly thrust her fingers in. 

When she felt the first movement of the beans, it felt so good she began to move the little beans around, faster and faster and she came and came.

"By the time she was satiated, her pussy was coated with the sticky mixture of her juices and sugar.

She licked her fingers and found she liked the flavor. She stuck her fingers back in and pulled out a small blob of half-melted jellybeans.

She rushed into Miles private bathroom and began to wash her slimy sticky pussy. She also had to try to dry some of the excess fluids inside her cunt. 

She stuck a paper towel in and when she pulled it out, more horror. There were more small globs of dissolving jellybeans.

"She rushed over to Miles desk and the big jar of jellies. Becky grabbed a hand full, ready to stuff her pussy, so he wouldn't notice, when she heard him open the door to the office. 

She panicked and dropped all but two of the beans. She didn't care, she reached under her dress and poked those two home, just as Miles walked in, saying to her, - Ah, there you are. -- Come over here I'm hungry. Lift that leg up, so I can get some of the good ones, way in back.

"Miles was between her legs, his tongue working inside her and pulled an exceptionally large gummy one into his mouth and swallowed.

"Becky was one of those women who could not take birth control pills. Instead, she had opted for the old, inter-uterine device, an item not known for its ability to stay in place. Becky dialed 911, but it was too late by the time the medics got there."

Rob was irate at his father. "The perverted bastard, no wonder he caused so much pain to..."

Judy stopped him. "Hold on! I loved your father. No, I'm not happy with a lot of the choices he made, but that's who he was. Now, look in the mirror before you start degrading your father, who loved you. Consider this, you just fucked your stepmother and you want to fuck your mother. In some people's books, who don't understand, what do you think they would say.

"All I'm telling you is not to jump to conclusions so fast, and that brings me back to your mother."

"Judy, I'm sorry, you are right. Even though he never spent much time with me, I can see and understand that he did love me, in his own way."

"Super. Now that you understand that, let's see if we can get you to understand the conflicting emotions that your mother may be dealing with.

"Despite what you think, your mother has not stopped loving you. From the way you described her reactions and the feelings that you got when you began to suckle her breast, I'd say she wasn't walking away from you, but she was running from her own desires that she was and probably still is feeling guilty about.




Unconditional Love Ch. 03



"Rob, you need to go home and confront her. Weather she wants you as a lover or not, is not important now. You need to put her mind at ease and tell her that her feelings, no matter what, are fine. If she wants to act on them, well, that's what you hoped for. If she wants to keep things to herself, it's her body, and you will love her unconditionally.

"Now. Let's get my car out of the mud, so you can go home and do what has to be done. I do want to say this, just once. I want you Rob and if you ever decide that you want me..."

Her voice trailed off as she let her true desire go unsaid. 



Unconditional Love Ch. 04



A couple of weeks passed after our experience at the park together, and things had been going well for me and' Alison. However, I was starting to feel just a little weird about everything that I had been doing sexually as of lately.

It was different to say the least, but I had never thought I would end up doing any of this stuff in my life. Touching another man's dick or letting someone lick my ass or any of that shit; let alone did I think I would ever meet a chick who had a dick bigger than mine. Yet that's' exactly what had happened and I was actually adapting to it all until the realization began to kick in. 

Now I was starting to feel just a little weary. What did it all mean; who was I, what was I and' what the' hell did any of this make me. Nothing made sense, I knew that I liked Alison but it was...weird. She had been coming over and staying the night at my house a lot lately, which was fun. We would stay up all night or at least half the night, playing video games or watching TV together.

We would walk to the store and get junk food and come back and have lots' of fun; sometimes it would lead to sex, sometimes cuddling and sometimes Alison would show the side of her that still loved to do manly' things like playing Play station or Xbox. 

Tonight was one of the nights where we were just laying in my bed together, watching TV and enjoying each other's company. The confusion that had plagued me as of lately was evident at the' moment, still playing on my mind even then but I was doing my best just to ignore it and be happy to have Alison at my side.

I smiled as she kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips and we started making out; she slid her hand nice and slow down my chest and stomach to my groin. She pushed under my boxers and' wrapped her hand around my stiffening cock and began to stroke it until it started getting harder faster.

I groaned, and she broke the kiss pulling my boxers down and smiling up at me as she gave the head of my shaft a lick; I was so eager for her to just swallow' me whole. It always started out like this, laying together peacefully and one of us would make a move that would lead us to some pretty' hot sex.

I moaned as she wrapped her lips around me closing her mouth around my cock and started to bob her head while stroking me at the same time. It felt really' good of course, and she went at it like that for a few minutes before releasing me with a popping sound. 

"What's up?" I asked, wondering why she stopped.

"Don't worry, I'm not done."

I was relieved to hear that. She never was one to lead me on and then cut me down at the last second. 

She sat up and removed the plain white t-shirt that she had been wearing to reveal her beautiful breasts. I reached up, taking them in my hands and squeezing them and she giggled as I did. She backed away some and started inching herself out of her pants, followed by her panties and her big fat cock popped free as she tossed her undergarments to the floor.

Alison leaned forward, kissed me on the lips and slid her tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss; I could taste my own cock on her breath. She was on top of me now, our erections rubbing together and I groaned into the kiss, mentally wishing that she would resume her oral action.

She must have been able to read my mind, because she broke the kiss our lips making the familiar wet sound as she slid back down my body and took my cock back into her mouth again.

Bobbing her head up and down at a steady pace, she ran her hands up my chest and started to tweak my nipples. I was becoming a bit more vocal now, moaning louder as I started to feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. She turned her entire body around at that point, shoving her ass in my face and now her cock and balls were dangling literally right in front of me. I inhaled the musky aroma of her sweet ass and felt my arousal grow tenfold. 

Alison switched briefly from sucking my cock, to licking my asshole and I sighed at the feeling of her wet tongue against my anus. She went about licking at the hole for a few moments while inching her own ass closer to my face. There were two options for me at this point; I could repay her by diving' my tongue into her tight asshole and getting her lubed up at the same time for me to fuck her.

Or I could take it a step further and get my first taste of cock, which I was not really sure if I wanted to do just yet. Both options looked very inviting, but lately I had been struggling with thoughts like sucking her off or letting her fuck me in the ass. Those things seemed unnatural to me, but even that seemed stupid because in a sense this whole relationship was a little unnatural; how many men had a girlfriend with a cock?

Setting aside the second option for the time being at least, I grabbed her by the hips pulling her closer to my face and dove' my tongue into her asshole. She jolted in surprise, the moaned in pleasure but tensed up some and I could have sworn it seemed like she was a little annoyed. I shrugged it off and licked at her asshole while massaging her ass cheeks and inhaling the aroma.

She went back to sucking my cock for a moment or two and I could feel the pressure building up; I was so close and getting ready to cum now, I wanted to fuck her in the ass but I didn't know if I could get her attention fast enough to stop her oral assault.

Even if I could, and I started fucking her, I probably would not last very long at this point because I was so damn aroused. I decided to just' go with it and felt myself reach the brink as the head of my cock started to swell and throb and I erupted, shooting off several streams of cum down her throat.

She swallowed it all like' she usually did and licked the head clean, running her tongue up and down the length of my cock. I had reached my orgasm but I had a feeling like' she was not' done with me just yet.

Alison continued licking my shaft and then started licking my asshole again, which actually seemed to help because my cock immediately sprang back to action which I think' made her quite happy. She finally got off of me, and I almost felt disappointed that I no longer had her ass in my face or the smell of her balls lingering in front of me, but she made up for it by mounting me and positioning her ass right above my hard cock. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered before lowering herself down and impaling her ass on my throbbing erection.

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her further down on top of me, sliding in inch by inch until I was' buried deep inside of her.

She started grinding against me, bouncing up and down and I eventually flipped over on top of her into missionary position. I pounded her ass with long hard strokes and very quickly, I felt myself getting close. Perhaps a little faster than I had wanted to,

She dug her nails into my back and pulled me deeper into her, our lips locking together in a passionate kiss and I moaned as I exploded and started to pump my semen deep inside of her. I sighed in relief, collapsing on top of Alison and she ran her hands up and down my back in a soothing manner for a few moments before I finally pulled my cock out of her ass and rolled over onto my back, lying beside her.

I was starting to feel tired now and though I was still kind of horny, I would have rather just gone to sleep then do anything else for the night.

I gave her a kiss and then turned over onto my side.

"I'm calling it a night,"

"Oh...okay,"

I could hear the disappointment in her voice and I immediately felt bad; I was not sure what was wrong, but I really hated when she sounded sad like that.

"What's the matter?"

She smiled faintly at me as I turned back over to look at her and shook her head slowly. It was just like her to try and' deny it, to try and' act like nothing was on her mind even though I knew there clearly was. She could never hide it from me; when something was up I always knew it no matter how hard she tried to keep it a secret from me. I just had the ability to see through her.

"It's nothing," she lied.

"Don't give me that," I said. "I know something is wrong; so just tell me."

Alison sighed and' gave me a kiss on the lips and moved closer to me; that's' when I noticed her cock was still hard as a rock. I was able to put two and' two together from her not stopping with the kissing and how hard her dick currently was, and I understood the problem was she was still horny. I laughed as the kiss broke and she smiled. 

"What's so funny," she asked me.

"It's nothing; you could have just said something."

I grabbed her cock and started stroking it nice and slow and she moaned as I did. I kept stroking and stroking and realized just how horny I had left her when she only held out for about a minute and a half before she blew her load all over my hand. We cleaned up and I lay back down again, turning my back to her again this time ready to go to sleep for sure.

Apparently, Alison had other plans in mind. As I lay with my back towards her she leaned closer and wrapped her arm around me, kissing me on the neck and I could feel her hard cock rubbing against my ass crack.

I froze with' anxiety, I knew what she wanted but did I want it? I kind' of did; I was just really, really' nervous. She continued to kiss my neck and started rubbing my shoulder, obviously trying to ease my nerves and ease me into this.

She leaned in closer pushing me off my side and onto my stomach and she climbed on top of me, pinning me down her cock probing my asshole. This was it; I was really about to do this, I was really about to take it in the ass from my girlfriend who's dick was bigger than mine. This was fucking insane I just could not wrap my head around it no matter how hard I tried.

As she leaned in further, her cock just about to break past my asshole, I jumped, my anxiety skyrocketing and shoved' her off' of me but not hard enough to cause her any harm.

"What, what's wrong?"

"I can't do this..."

She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. I could understand why this would not make sense to her; I had practically led her on and made her think that this could work. Made her think that I was interested that I wanted her to' fuck me in the ass only to push her off and pretty much say no at literally the last second. I must have been a real jerk off to do something like that. What a tease.

"Are you okay?"

I could hear the sincere concern in her voice and it actually made me feel better to see that she was more worried about me then angry. If she were that concerned, it obviously showed she cared.

"Yeah I just...I'm not ready for this." Simple as that,

"Oh...okay. Well if your sure; I don't want to make you do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing Mike, I'm serious. I know we have not been together for very long, but I really feel like I'm' falling in love with you. I want you to know, there's' no pressure. If we're going to do this I want us both to want it, and I don't want you to feel like you don't have a choice."

That definitely helped a lot; I felt a lot better just hearing her say that. 

"Thank you," 

No more words were exchanged, and I felt bad because I think I made her worry that I was angry at her when really I was angry at myself for chickening out at the last second. 

We kissed each other good night, I rolled over on my side again and she wrapped her arm around me but I could still feel her dick poking at my ass so I turned over to face her and just pulled her into my arms. A much more comfortable position and it was' not long before we had both fallen asleep. 

Alison's POV

He was asleep now, finally; now I was' left to myself and my own thoughts' about what had just happened. What had just happened? I was not sure' myself really...I was certain that he wanted me in that way. He showed no signs of resistance until that last second. 

Had I done something wrong? I really hoped' not. I meant every word I said to him just then, I really was falling in love with him and I really wanted him to be comfortable. The thought that I may have upset him in some way made me feel sick to the stomach with depression. The worst part was I was still so fucking horny, my cock was still hard as a rock and I guess he must have noticed because he had turned over to face me before going to sleep, so that I was not up against his ass anymore.

That was disappointing; just the feeling of his ass against my groin had made me mad with arousal. 

Okay that wasn't' so important really; it was, but his comfort was more important.

I lay there for a good while, wide' awake and after about fifteen minutes my cock shrunk back to its flaccid state and about half an hour later I managed to drift off to sleep myself. The last thought on my mind, was that tomorrow I was going to have to talk with Christy about this.

She would be able to tell me how to handle a situation like this; I knew her boyfriend had found it difficult to do certain things to her in the beginning of their relationship, so maybe she would understand what I was dealing with.

I woke the next morning to find Mike still asleep beside me. I got out of bed, slowly and carefully trying not to wake him and made my way towards his bathroom to relieve my bladder before getting dressed as quietly as possible. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my car keys and cell phone and slipped out the back door after giving him a kiss on the cheek, and on my way to the car I sent Christy a text message telling her I had to talk to her and I was on my way back to the apartment. 

When I got home, I found Christy sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of hot coffee and talking on the phone. As soon as she realized I was home though she ended her phone call and stood up from the table, noticing how upset I looked and came over to give me a hug.

"Sweetie what happened?"

I sighed, shaking my head and hugging her back. 

"I wish I knew,"

We sat down and she gave me a cup of my own to wake myself up more. I had classes in two hours, so I had enough time to talk to her and get a shower but then I would have to be on my way or I would be late.

"I don't know what happened. We were...having sex, and everything was great but I was making certain suggestive moves and I don't know if he just wasn't getting the hint or if he wasn't interested."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," I said trying to think of how to work what I meant.

"Like, we were in 69 and I was on top. I was hoping he might decide to suck me off, but instead her' just gave me a rim job."

I could see the surprise in her eyes, but she was surprised for a different reason then I thought she was, because she did not know we had not gone that far at all just yet.

"Wait a second," she said looking at me intently. "You mean to tell me that you two have been together for...how long?"

"About a month and a half,"

"A month and a half and you've been having sex and he hasn't given you a blowjob once?"

I shook my head no, almost laughing at the disbelief in her eyes. She looked like she really could not believe that in the short amount of time we had been together he had not once sucked my cock. It sucked, no pun intended, but it was the truth.

"That's not a big deal though," I said finally. 

"I was disappointed last night, I mean I threw myself at him hoping to get at least that but I didn't. I got over it though and we just continued on; it's what happened later that is really bugging me."

I went on to explain everything that had happened after that point. How I was up against his back, probing his ass, how he moved onto his stomach and I had gotten on top of him. How close I had been to actually sticking it in his ass and how out of nowhere he had completely freaked out and ended the entire ordeal all together.

She could tell how upset I was, but it was not as if I was upset because I was desperate, it was different. I was upset because I had never had something like that happen to me in a sexual relationship before.

Every guy I had ever been with had been open to the idea of me fucking their ass, nine times out of ten they always enjoyed it, even if they had only ever been with genetic women before me. I was upset because I felt like I had done something wrong or' like I had hurt him in some way and that really did bother me. 

"You did nothing wrong," Christy assured me. 

"Trust me Allie; it has nothing to do with you doing something wrong. Mike is just one of those guys I guess, and in situations like that you just have to be patient."

"I know," I replied. "I just wish he would trust me enough to do this. I have my wants and desires to, I love him and I want to be patient but it's' hard. I mean, especially when he is so willing to do other stuff like jerking me off or just touching me down there. None of that bothers him but as soon as I go to stick it in him, then everything changes? Hand jobs are just not cutting it anymore, at least suck my fucking cock."

I guess my frustration was coming out now, I was no longer doing a very good job at hiding it and Christy was trying not to laugh at my sudden outburst. She wanted to be a good friend, but I could tell she did not really know what to say to me. Even she knew, I had never had a problem like this in previous relationships with other guys' I had to get ready for class, so I got up and' went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I went to my room, got' undressed, slipped into my bathrobe and walked back to the shower getting in under the hot water. Fifteen minutes later, I emerged back into my room and started drying off and getting ready to put on my fresh clothes and head to class.

As I was tying my shoes, my cell phone rang. I picked it up and saw that the caller ID read Mike.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself; you just wake up?"

"Yeah about ten minutes ago. I'm' heading over to Jamie's for a while to hang out. Just wanted' to let you know first."

I had no problem with that. Jamie was a cool girl, and I knew they had been friends a really' long time. I did not ever want to seem like the jealous girlfriend or anything of that sort, so I never had a problem with the two of them hanging out by themselves.

I knew Jamie had a crush on Mike though, it wasn't' hard to tell, anyone could see it; but I trusted Mike enough to know he would not do anything. I trusted Jamie enough to know she would not try anything.

"Okay that's cool. I'll see you tonight?"

"No," he said. "I'm going to hang by myself tonight. Got class tomorrow and I just want to get some rest."

"Okay then," I said thinking nothing of it at first. "How about tomorrow,"

"Um...I don't know. Probably not,"

Now I was starting to feel a little confused. I could understand tonight, but tomorrow he did not want to see me either? 

"Well then when is good for you Mr. busy," I joked.

"I don't know," he replied. "I'll call you." Well that sounded funny, almost like something that some asshole player would say. Almost like something my ex would have said, or had said about a thousand times during our relationship. 

"Okay then...love' you."

We hung up and I tried not to think about it, but it was so heavy on my mind that I thought about it the entire drive to class and the entire rest of the day. When I got out of my first class and went to lunch, I tried to text him but received no answer. I text him again during the second class and again in the middle of a lecture and then tried to call him on my way home.

I called Jamie next; I did not think anything was going on between them, so I did not feel like the jealous type. I just hoped that she might be able to put him on the phone or tell me if he was trying to ignore me or not.

It did not work out though; Jamie said that Mike had left about half an hour before I called and that she did not know why he had ignored my texts and phone calls but he was a little depressed and 




Unconditional Love Ch. 04



I could hear the fluorescent lights over my head humming their static hum right after the jets stopped showering me with their peaceful effervescence. I sat on the side of the hot tub while I watched a thatch of blonde hair bob up and down on my swollen cock. It was early in the morning and the world was asleep. My girlfriend's dad's place was lit up outside somewhat, but not nearly enough for us to be caught out from someone watching in the street. I looked down at the tangled, lank mat of hair moving swiftly below my waist and arched my neck and back while I took in a beautiful starry morning overhead. That hair was soaked in sweat and chlorinated water, stiff as could be, and drooping lazily down towards a sculpted pair of shoulders braced against the side of the hot tub.

I felt a pull just below where all the action was happening and my vision started to go dark in the periphery. I was lost in this orgasm. I was lost to the beautiful young woman working so hard to bring me this bliss. I moaned softly and let my mouth hang open. The instant my mouth formed to make the sound of that moan I let go and felt everything come to a head. I inclined my head again and watched as her deep strokes slowed to shallower ones and slowed further still while she gathered all that cum in her throat. Swallowing hard with her head down, Becca then placed her tongue on the underside of my now-drained balls and took one last long, languid lick from bottom to top while I shuddered violently and told her I couldn't take any more.

My vacation had pretty much gone like this from one night to the next. Becca, my girlfriend's youngest sister, had been picking and choosing spots like this one for the last four days. Erin, my girlfriend, had been only slightly more conservative and had only had adventures like this with me when everyone else was out of the house. They were both beautiful, spirited, creative, and extremely skilled in their lovemaking and it was starting to create some friction for me. Becca wasn't necessarily satisfied just being the side piece while Erin was the perfect girlfriend in many ways that her sister seemingly wasn't.

Becca was attending school not all that far from where Erin and I were finishing our degrees and she had made the pointed suggestion many times that we come and visit her at school soon. While we were vacationing, Becca and Erin had been getting along extremely well, much better than I would have expected given the circumstances. Becca knew all about Erin's and my relationship, but Erin was not similarly enlightened at that point. Their other sister Fleur seemed to sense something fishy about Becca and I, but had not as yet made any effort to suss out our misdeeds.

I was living a disingenuous existence every time I woke up and faced the day. The whole ordeal was starting to wear on me even without the intervention of Becca and her insistent half-jokes. Living wrapped up in a lie isn't an easy way to live, but when the lie is as tantalizing as this you make due. Even by that logic, the lie was wearing thin and I didn't like having to live underneath it all the time.

I stepped out of the hot tub and prepared myself to leap into the neighboring pool. I knew doing so would be the necessary shock to the system that would keep me awake enough to face a ridiculously early start to the day. Becca stepped out of the tub too, lifting one leg gracefully after the other and plopping herself down next to the pool to dangle her feet in. I jumped in, swam back up, breached the surface, and shook my hair out of my eyes, teeth chattering. Becca eyed me pensively while I glided my way over to the side of the pool she was perched on.

"So, let me ask you; how is your trip so far? It seems to me like it's been a pretty fulfilling one."

I had a feeling we were on the same wavelength in our thought processes, but I didn't want to volunteer too much if I didn't have to.

"It's been amazing. I hope you've been enjoying your leisure time too."

"Definitely," her eyes gave away that she had an ulterior motive to this line of questioning while she went on, "but I've had some weird thoughts the last couple days. Honestly, I'm feeling a little torn over some parts of it."

Only figuratively dipping my toe in these shark infested waters, I asked her which parts were bugging her.

"I just feel like you've been really needy with me. Every time Erin says no or gets too shy, you just knock on my door instead. I don't think it's really fair to either of us."

"So you haven't enjoyed our time together?"

"I didn't say that. I just said I don't think you're giving me enough credit when it's time to choose who to spend time with. I don't like being an afterthought."

I admit I didn't feel a need to fight dirty here. It wasn't like she was being especially plaintive or forcing my hand in any way, but this conversation could get ugly fast and I didn't want to be the one playing catch up.

"Do you think I should just come clean to Erin and see what she does?"

Becca rolled her eyes almost violently and muttered that that wasn't what she meant.

"I just mean when it comes time to spend time with one of us, choose me sometimes."

It couldn't be argued that she was being pushy or disrespectful or even unrealistic, but appearances did have to be kept up. I didn't want to have to choose between the two of them, in my mind the choice had always been both or neither. This idea of having cake and eating it wasn't even something that I considered to be altogether immoral, besides, Erin knew my feelings about monogamy. I had convinced myself that she respected those feelings rather than tolerated them, but I had an academic notion that the opposite was likely true. All these factors painted a bleak picture for my romantic prospects if things became less secretive.

I tabled my concern for the time being and replied with something snarky and non-committal, only to watch Becca's face fall. My heart went out to her in that moment, but let's be real, I had no idea what she was going through, what she was thinking, what she assumed was going to come of that conversation. I wished right then that I had some notion of what could be going on in her head.

The remainder of the trip was largely uneventful and left me feeling relaxed and refreshed for the last semester of my undergraduate studies. Undergrad had been a pretty simple equation for me; equal parts hedonistic release and dutiful studying and boyfriending. Those two sides of me rarely meshed and it was now showing through pretty plainly in my relationship.

I spent almost every minute of my Fridays with Erin, as had been our tradition for the last two years. We planned our schedules such that we would not have any classes on Fridays and it had worked out very well. This semester was no different and would provide us plenty of 'couples time.' The only hitch was that Thursday was now my intramural basketball night and intramural basketball meant excess amounts of drinking with my teammates (before and after the games) and running around campus making asses of ourselves. Sometimes when the league games finished up, we'd play in the gym until the wee hours of the morning. We'd stagger home like zombies and be so creaky and tired that Friday was sometimes a wash altogether. It didn't seem to me like my goals were likely to facilitate one another.

Leaving all that aside, I couldn't wait to get back to school and my old routine. Routine was an important part of my daily life at school and my existence had become pretty regimented. I considered this to be a good thing, but the more I thought about how I'd like the see the semester progress the more it seemed like that might be something that would have to go by the wayside.

I thought often about that conversation I had had with Becca down in Florida before we left. Becca had invited Erin and I to check out her school a number of times and always we had politely demurred, but Becca's latest attempt coupled with Erin's dwindling busy time meant our side trip was likely to happen sooner rather than later. Erin talked a lot about how she felt like she was missing out on some great sister time by not visiting, but I did not insert myself into that particular concern of hers (no pun intended).

As our semester began, we found that being second semester seniors really did entail a bit of a malaise. We were convinced that there was nothing we could do to thwart our attempts at graduating and acted like it even more after our initial visits to our advisors at the beginning of the semester. Erin had her advisor visit in the first week back and said that she found out that her grades were good enough last semester that even if she failed one of her electives this semester, she would still graduate with honors come the end of the school year. My visit wasn't as rosy, but it did convince me that I could cut loose a little this term and still be able to feel comfortable about my workload. The only real challenge in my course load was a three-credit art history course that met on Wednesday night. It was a two hour affair, but it only met once a week, so I guessed I could stomach it. Art history began at 6, went until 8 and then I could nip off to whatever party (or other excuse to drink) I liked.

My advisor visit was on the second Tuesday of the semester and the following night was my first art history course. There was no reason to believe this course would be anything other than dull, but I knew this was the only elective credit that made sense to my schedule. After eight o'clock on Wednesdays was basically the only time I had to my lonesome each week. Any other time spent away from class was either spent with Erin or with my basketball team, so relaxation was the name of the game after this class. I had plans to explore the great indoors as soon as my bit was up, so these two hours just couldn't pass fast enough.

I walked into your average lecture hall about five minutes early and tried to find a seat way in back. The classroom seated what looked like a hundred or more and had a stadium-style seating layout. The lowest seats were right in front and the highest were way in back. A projector screen about ten feet high stood at the front of the hall. I looked up toward the back of the room and saw most of the seats up there already occupied by other similarly bored upperclassmen and rued my missing out on prime real estate. Taking another cursory glance, I spotted one seat right underneath the projector well and made a beeline for it. Looking right over the heads of everyone seated between the first row and the last row I walked purposefully toward that last remaining empty seat. As I passed by the fourth or fifth row, I heard someone whisper-yell my name.

"Bastian! Bastian!!" the voice was quiet but intense and I did a double-take as I looked to find the source.

"Over here," it was a feminine voice and not unpleasant even in those harsh tones.

Gazing around I spotted Becca sitting in the middle of the lecture hall with no one else sitting anywhere near her. I continued seeking her out, but looked right over her head with a dumb look on my face to jokingly signal my acknowledgment by not acknowledging her.

"I can hear a familiar voice," I mocked while I stuck my arms out searchingly, as if I were blind, "but that horrible smell tells me it can't be who it sounds like."

"Asshole," and we were off.

"What the hell are you DOING here?!"

"Well, that's a fine 'how do you do.' I'm doing well thanks for asking," she never missed a chance to twist the knife a little.

"All right all right, I'm glad you're well, now tell me what you're doing here!"

"I had to take a three credit elective before I could start on my second major. They had no offerings left at my school, so I looked over here instead."

"I knew you were local, but I didn't know you were this local."

"Yeah, I've told you guys a hundred times I only go to school like 15 minutes down the road! You still always find some reason to not visit!"

She had me there. I wasn't about to argue anyway, my mind was still trying to wrap itself around this very pleasant surprise.

"I feel like such a jackass, we'll have to make up for lost time, won't we?"

That one felt wrong the instant I said it, and Becca made me realize as much. The look on her face was either disgust or pleading, but it was definitely confusing to me.

"Can we not talk like that in here?"

Turns out it was pleading.

"Well, I'm headed up to the back so I can occasionally get some sleep in here. Care to join me?"

"I would not care to join you, because I'm here for an education not to dick around like you."

"Suit yourself!" I said that one unnecessarily curtly and began to ascend the steps to my perch so I could nod off as soon as the lesson began.

I kept looking down at Becca and making faces when she would turn around to peek at me. I waved her up a number of times until at least she grabbed her things and trudged up the stairs to throw her bag down underneath the seat in front of me. She flung herself into the chair and turned around with a look that said "are you happy now?" I was indeed happy now and tapped her on the shoulder after she had turned back around.

As I tapped her, our professor strode into the lecture far below. The professor was a woman, probably in her late thirties judging by the way she carried herself. Dark hair, but I couldn't make out much else from far away.

"Well, I can see you all enjoy art history a great deal, judging by how far everyone is from the front of the room. Why don't we make our way down and get to know each other better?"

Silently and sullenly, those of us at the back of the classroom made our way forward. I didn't have any desire to be chided on my first day in class, but this one was pretty forgivable; there weren't all that many people in the class. Becca and I popped down next to one another in about the third row of seats, which was as far back as anyone would sit now that we were all crowded in. The professor shot me a look as I finally looked up at the front of the class from a better vantage point. I say shot a look, but it was more like a stare and I was more than happy to stare right back.

I wasn't wrong about how old she looked, but I didn't notice any of the lovely details of her appearance until I moved closer. She had auburn hair, incredibly long legs, and tits that were just a perfect handful. They weren't as perky as Erin's or Becca's, but they were perfectly shaped and still more than held their own when compared to most. She showed a little cleavage, maybe two buttons worth, and her chest was nicely tanned and dotted with freckles. Her hair was wavy and a little bit of a mess, but she had a hard, angular face with high cheekbones that sported somewhat large glasses, accentuating her hazel eyes very nicely. I was smitten right away and judging by how long she looked at me while she spoke to the entire class, I would guess a similar reaction had hit her as well.

As I started to come back to my senses, Becca elbowed me in the ribs from her seat and I saw a sly smile pass over the professor's face when she saw it. It seemed to me like there might be a little competition brewing here.

"Jesus Christ!" again with the whisper-shouting, "what the hell are you staring at, you fucker?"

As if Becca didn't have it hard enough, now she had someone else to have to compete with. If I knew Becca at all, and I figured I did, this was not likely to deter her at all. I turned my head at that moment (admittedly, a second too late) and addressed her at a whisper.

"You know exactly what I'm staring at. Don't worry, she's got nothing on you."

"On me? I'm not concerned about me! Do you just cheat on my sister with everything that moves?!"

I was a little surprised by her tone (particularly when she was playing fast and loose with the truth here), but I responded quickly and forcefully.

"Not at all! The only woman I've ever had anything to do with since I met your sister was you!" I shot back accusatorially.

Somewhat humbled by the obvious hypocrisy, Becca went silent for some time. We got through the first half of our class without too much further incident and then broke for ten minutes while everyone had something for a snack or headed to the bathroom. I turned my chair a little towards Becca and started chatting her up about the whole art history situation we now found ourselves in. Initially she was a little defensive because it may have sounded like I accused her of setting all this up, but she settled into her story fairly easily after I assured her I was doing no such thing.

"I don't know, I just needed the credits if I wanted to stick to my graduation schedule. No real secret there."

"I know I know, but you could see where a guy might flatter himself."

"If he was an idiot, sure."

I don't know why I craved that abuse from her, but I surely did and would say most anything to get it. I noticed the winter break had actually done nice things for her complexion. All that time in Florida had given her skin a pleasant bronze sort of a glow and distinguished her from nearly every other woman in the lecture. She looked healthy, vibrant, and more than a little excited for the remainder of her evening.

The second half of class wrapped quickly and before we knew it we were all done for the night. Being Wednesday, I had no plans and eagerly asked if Becca wanted to grab something to eat.

"No, I had something small before I got here and then snack during the break. I think I'm full for the time being actually. I have a better idea though, why don't you show me your apartment?"

Now there was a novel idea! For all the stories I had told Becca about the havoc myself and my housemates had wreaked, I had never bothered to show her my space. Nodding appreciatively, we both got up together and packed our things hurriedly. We strode out of class together and found our way up the hill, past the administration building, and down our street until we arrived at a shoddy white building with black tar paper all over it. This was my home away from home for the last two years, but I had never once so much as broached the subject of improvements. Suffice it to say, the place was a dump. I kept my room immaculate (at the behest of Erin and Erin alone), but I couldn't be bothered to do the outside of the house any favors. We trod up the steps slowly as we had both walked some way to get there, and then made our way inside and up another flight of stairs. It wasn't a big house, but it had three floors and they were all full of college kids and their college shit.

Opening the door at the top of the stairs on the second floor, we both bundled in quietly and ignored all the shouts coming from downstairs where two of my housemates had been playing football on the their Playstation. The heating register in my room sat just above the common area downstairs, so we could hear them breathing if they had shut up long enough to let us.

The din subsided not long after we arrived and the shouting had turned to whispers. Not that those whispers were altogether discreet, but it was their honest attempt at talking shit about me without me hearing every word. Two minutes later, one of them was knocking on my bedroom door.

"Bastian, do you know where the TV remote went?" my housemate Dan opened the door as he asked, not hesitating to gather whether or not I had actually invited him in.

"Dan, this is Becca; Becca, Dan."

Dan had finally stopped his momentum upon seeing Becca and held out his hand for a shake. She offered it and he grasped Becca's thin hand and moved to kiss it, but she pulled back quickly and spurned his smarmy advance.

"Hi Dan," she shot back curtly. "Bastian, how do you get to the bathroom from here?"




Unconditional Love Ch. 04



"Just head back out the door, look left, and it's the second door on the left."

After she had cleared out while avoiding Dan's prolonged gaze, he quietly posed a question to me about her 'availability,' as he inelegantly put it. Now I didn't think of Becca as the sophisticated, intellectual sort who wouldn't engage with someone she considered to be as juvenile as Dan, but I picked up on the cue from her right away and lied out my ass.

"Oh you don't want to bark up that tree, friend. She's Erin's sister and she's part of this weird youth group. They believe that chastity is the only way to forge an honest relationship with god before you get married. Not to mention the fact that she lives with their dad and he's a violent son of a bitch. I had to dodge a gravy boat at our first Thanksgiving together."

"Fuck ME. Bitch is crazy. Good lookin' out bro."

Becca came back in a minute or two later and Dan shot her a dirty look as he squeezed past her and escaped the room.

"What did you tell him? When I left he was eye-banging me. Now that I'm back he looks like he'd just as soon kill me as fuck me."

"He's a moron, who knows what he's up to."

Becca sat down on the end of my full size bed and looked out the window to the building next door. There wasn't much to see, but she seemed lost so I didn't interrupt.

"So this is where you and Erin make the magic happen huh?" she nudged me in the ribs with her elbow as I sat down next to her.

Without answer, I delicately placed my hand on the side of her face and leaned into a deep kiss. We lingered a little longer than normal on eachother's lips because we didn't have to rush and we weren't hiding from anyone; it was a wonderful feeling. Our excitement built quickly from that embrace and it didn't take long before Becca threw herself down on my pillow and started to pull her sweater off over her head. I softly caressed her right breast as I reached behind her back and unhooked her black bra with my right hand. Once the fasteners gave way, I pulled back and used both hands to remove it. Her tits were finally free and they looked even better than I remembered. Bronze as if kissed by the sun and gravity defying in their pert shape and taut flesh, I encircled her nipples with my tongue as she grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head. I kissed her navel and moved slowly southward while she wrestled with the button on her jeans. Once the button popped free, she slid her jeans and underwear off in one motion while I laid her back down on the bed and inhaled deeply but subtly when my nose came within a few inches of her meticulously shorn pussy. She had shaved every last hair off of that gorgeous cunt and her excitement level coupled with my kissing and nibbling right down to her clit had left her labia moist enough to produce a sheen when the light hit just right.

I dove right into her pussy and buried my tongue deep inside her. I probed with my tongue while nuzzling her clit with the end of my nose. Her clit was so unbelievably sensitive that every time I would move my tongue she would shudder as my nose would graze the end of it. The sensitivity was clearly becoming unbearable for her because she kept tossing my head around and moaning deeply every time I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly on her. Once it became clear that she needed relief, I withdrew my tongue and instead took the lightest licks on her clit. They were delicate little flutters of my tongue and they made her shake with agony and ecstasy. I then inserted two fingers into her and stroked her g-spot with a 'come hither' motion that left her breathing ragged. She tensed up almost violently and her eyes locked open staring at the top of my head. Her mouth formed an 'o' and she hit the mattress with her hands on either side of me. When she stopped gasping I stopped everything and withdrew my fingers from inside her. Her excitement had crescendoed and she was clearly on the way down as she covered her face with her arms and tried to regain her breath.

I drew myself up on her left side and put my arm beneath her head and let her rest it in the crook of my shoulder. She turned to face the wall and I felt her soft back against my chest. She drew her knees up so she was curled up against me and started to wiggle her ass against my crotch. Taking her cue, I began to wrestle my pants off with my free arm. I finally got them off and tossed them over the side of the bed, as I did so I heard my cell phone make a tinny ring on the bedside table. Rolling over onto my back, I checked the screen and saw that it was Erin on the line.

"Of course it's her," I muttered under my breath as I hit the 'volume down' button and silenced the ringer.

"Just get it, I need a minute anyway."

I grabbed the phone again and swiped along the bottom of the display to pick up the call. The call clicked over and Erin come on loud and clear.

"Hey you! How was your first art class? Did you get some much-needed rest?"

"Hey, no not really any rest, the class had almost nobody in it so the professor made us all sit nice and close. You'll never guess who was in my class though..."

As I said the words, Becca arose quickly and leaned over me to reach the bedside table. As she dangled her glorious tits in my face, I grabbed one with my non-phone hand and weighed its heft in my palm. My cock was rock hard and having them in my face was certainly helping it maintain its tumescence. As I listened to Erin saying goodbye to somebody on the other end of the line, Becca began rummaging through my bedside table drawer for what I could not figure.

"I have no idea, tell me."

"Well, you know her pretty well, almost like a sister."

"Is Jackie in your class? She didn't mention it to me," Erin referred to her friend from her campus job. They spent almost all their spare time together during the school year.

"Nope, even more sisterly than Jackie."

"Well, I'm out of ideas then."

"It was Becca! She was already there when I got in."

"NO WAY! She didn't tell me she was taking a class on campus! That's awesome!"

"Yeah, she had to jet, but she said to say hi," as I said the words, Becca found what she was looking for, slid the drawer shut, looked at me and mouthed the word 'hi' and waved in my direction.

"Well, if you see her, tell her I said hi back," I finished the joke by waving in her direction as well.

"Will do."

"She told me she was seeing someone this semester and she was planning on spending more time with him, I wonder who the mystery guy is."

"She hadn't mentioned it."

The penny dropped shortly after Erin said that and Becca looked sheepishly at me while she rolled back toward me. Again positioning my arm underneath her, I looked down and saw that she was squirting a healthy amount of Erin's lube into her hand. Still resting her head against my shoulder she reached behind her with one hand out of view and looked away from me while she applied it. My excitement at this prospect finally hit home and I couldn't wait to see what Becca would do next. Erin continued talking, but I only heard every third word while I watched Becca work.

"Hopefully we'll get to see her at her school soon too, that would be an awesome time. Maybe she could actually show us around a little."

"Sounds fun. Listen I gotta go, I'm heading out in a minute to track down the books for that art class. I'll talk to you later."

"All right, have a good night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

While the irony of that statement rang in my head, I hung up the phone, put it onto the bedside table and resumed watching Becca get herself ready.

"So, how is my sister?"

"Do we have to talk about that now? Can't I just have fun with YOU and not concern myself with what comes next?"

"No need to be snippy, I was just finishing up."

Becca reached over and put the bottle of lube on the bedside table. After that, she turned her back to me and craned her neck around so she could talk to me.

"I wanna try something a little more intimate. Will you fuck me just like this? I want to feel your arms around me while we do it."

I propped myself up on one arm and looked down at Becca. She looked stunning. Curves in all the right places, her hip bone jutting out while she laid on her side and her back arched so the soft cushion of her ass fit perfectly against my waist and the tops of my thighs. We looked like two puzzle pieces from where I lay. I had to admit to myself, this was a pretty divine experience and it made me feel closer to Becca than I had previously.

"I can't see why not," I whispered into her ear while I nibbled on her earlobe.

With that, Becca reached behind her and grabbed my cock. Angling it upward towards my chest, she slid down just enough so that it lined up comfortably with her backside. I had assumed she would be slipping it into her tight pussy, but when she finally placed it where she intended it was an altogether different sensation than I had anticipated. Rather than the soft and yielding flesh of her vagina, I felt the rigid and taut opening of her ass instead. Chiding myself for not piecing together what that lube was for, it was nevertheless a pleasant surprise and one that saw my anticipation rise even further. Finding purchase at last, I thrust gently into her and felt every last inch as I slid slowly and carefully deeper. When I felt her ass wrapped around base of my cock I stopped and let her adjust to the size a bit. She reached her arm back and placed her hand against my hip and braced it to prevent my trying to go any further. She pushed back on my hip firmly, but the strength of her resistance faded as she grew acclimated to my girth.

The occasional sharp intake of breath bespoke her level of comfort with the proceedings, but the gasps became fewer and further between as I increased the pace very gradually. Once I had a good pace going, she started to force her hips back towards me to meet my stroke and then removed her hand from my hip. I reached down with my free hand and slid it along the curve of her hip until I reached her ass and grabbed a handful. I pried her cheeks apart with my fingers while I slowly slipped in and out of her clutching hole and then reached around her and started idly toying with her clit. Her breathing again came in fits and starts as she increasingly enjoyed our more delicate lovemaking.

Becca turned her head toward me again and whispered "I'm not going to able to finish like this, I need you to fuck me."

I started teasing her by withdrawing myself slowly and then slamming into her ass with more force than she was counting on. I did this a number of times and then settled into a more even pace where every thrust jolted her so hard I could watch her tits shift and sway when my hips hit hers. I grabbed her throat and began to delicately massage it while she moaned away. When I applied a little pressure she drew a sharp breath and began chanting as if to herself.

"Harder, harder, grab me. Make me fucking scream."

Thrusting more and more rapidly, I knew I could not last much longer. My cock was beginning to ache I needed to cum so badly and I could feel it swell even more as I neared my peak. I grabbed her throat even harder while she struggled to draw breath. What started as an intimate spooning had evolved into something far more intense and wonderful. She began slapping my hipbone with her arm and imploring me to fuck her even harder. I didn't think I had it in me, but I put everything I had into fucking her faster and harder while I transitioned my grip on her throat into more of a two-armed hug. I wrapped both my forearms around her neck and used them to hold her steady while I fucked her ever faster. Once I reached the point of no return, I felt her grab my hip and watched her clutch the bed sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. I came then and spasmed powerfully while I shot eight or nine thick jets of cum into her almost unbearably tight asshole.

We both lay there for a moment while I tried to collect myself. I let go of her throat with my forearms and disentangled myself gracelessly. My arousal faded somewhat more quickly than normal (a phenomenon I chalked up to be so fully satisfied) and my cock slid from her ass lazily. I asked her if she wouldn't mind rolling over a little so I could get my arms free and get up, but I got no response. I shook her lightly and watched as she rolled over very very slowly.

She rolled over to face me and I saw a look of astonishment rather than post-coital glow. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide open just before she coughed and spluttered.

"Are you okay?" I tried to sound pleased with myself, but some concern crept in.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. You fucked me so hard I passed out."

"I think that might've had more to do with my arms around your neck."

"I don't care what did it, let's just do it again."

She got up gingerly and reached down to grab my dick again. I shifted uncomfortably and told her now was not the time, that I needed a moment to get my bearings. She threw herself at me and began kissing me deeply and desperately. There was a great haste in her movements that I wasn't accustomed to and I wanted her to slow down a little. As we embraced, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me. Once in position, she reached down between her legs and grabbed me again. Just as she arched forward to start stroking my cock unimpeded, a knock came at the door.

"Hey Bastian, is that chick still here?" Dan again opened the door and started to walk in without hesitation.

In one fluid motion, I threw Becca off of me and slid myself down toward the end of the bed so I could kick the door shut. I may have kicked it a little too hard because Dan started shouting in pain just after the door finally closed all the way. I started yelling that I was coming out, and to just give me a minute.

"What the fuck?! You could've just said not to come in!" Dan's anger level was now catching up to his pain level as evidenced by the edge in his voice.

I threw on my pants and shirt quickly and opened the door to find Dan in a heap at the bottom of my doorframe. He was bleeding freely from his nose, and I offered my hand to help him up. He took my hand and hoisted himself up with it. Once on his feet, he put his fingers to his nose and inspected them to find that he was indeed bleeding.

"Why the fuck did you do that? You might've broken my nose!"

Silently agreeing with him, I put my arm around his shoulder and guided him toward the bathroom, apologizing profusely the whole way. I was actually a little pleased that it was his nose because the bleeding would probably prevent him from getting a whiff of the ghastly smell on my hands. I grabbed one of my hand towels and gave it to him to prevent the blood running from his nose getting on the floor. I again apologized and backed out of the bathroom while he cleaned up. I slunk down the hall to my door, took a deep breath, and stepped through the threshold. As I closed the door behind me I saw that Becca was gone along with all her things, all that remained was the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

I made my bed back up and put the lube away in its place. Just as I shut the drawer to the night table, my phone buzzed with a text message.

- ive never been fucked like that :) -

- You're young yet, plenty of time for that later. -

- you have no idea -

- I could argue with you on that one. -

- whatre you up to next weds? ;) -

- I'll let you pick. -

I hit the sleep button on the phone and tossed it face down onto the bed. I was beat. I mean totally exhausted. I grabbed my bag from class and threw everything into my closet while I pondered what to do about supper. I let my mind wander and reminded myself that someone was going to get hurt sooner or later, and the longer the situation went on like this the more it was going to hurt. I didn't wish that on anyone, but I knew better than to think that there wouldn't be consequences for everyone involved. I said 'fuck dinner' to myself, climbed gingerly into bed and dozed off happy, sore, and satisfied.



Unconditional Love Ch. 04



confused.

Confused...great, I thought. Normally, when a man you have sex with tells you that they are confused that is never a good thing. At least not when you are a transsexual,

Mike's POV I had just gotten to Jamie's apartment and was getting text messages from Alison. I ignored them; I did not want to talk. I was still really' freaked out about last night and not sure what to say to her or even what to think. My confusion that I had suffered from the past few weeks was out of control at this point, and I needed to talk to someone; I needed to talk to Jamie, my best friend.

"I don't know what to say," 

I had just finished explaining everything that had been going on to her, everything from how confused I had been lately to what had happened last night and all she could say was "I don't know what to say?"

That wasn't' very helpful to me, but I guess I could not really blame her.

"You've never been in a relationship with a guy who seemed kind of pushy?"

"Well yeah," she said. "That's men for you; but I don't think Alison was trying to be pushy with you Mike. I think she made a move and you made her think it was okay so she continued on with it, I mean when you told her to stop she stopped."

She continued, "Most men would be dicks about it and force it on you. I mean technically, she is a man so It's' surprising that she was so understanding."

I guess she was right about that; Alison had stopped without any arguments when I told her that I did not want to do anything like that, and she had not guilt tripped me or done anything to make me feel bad. 

"I just don't know what to do," I said, trying to make it clear how crazy this all was making me feel.

"Just what is it that is wrong?" she asked, trying to understand.

The look on her face told me that she wanted to help but she did not know what my issue actually was. I guess I wasn't' really explaining it right.

"I don't know," I said. I didn't' know. I didn't' have a damn clue in the world what the problem was, I trusted Alison, I loved her, I had done other stuff with her involving her penis. "I've touched her down there before; I've done...stuff. I just freeze up when it comes to either oral sex or her trying to penetrate me. I don't know why, I just freeze up."

"So you haven't even given her a blow job yet?" I shook my head and she leaned back in the chair, thinking of what to say next. My phone rang; I looked at the caller ID. It was Alison, but I pressed ignore, probably a mistake because she could tell when someone missed a call and when they were hitting ignore on her. 

"Look, whatever it is," Jamie' said. "I'm sure it'll be okay. Alison has already proven that she's willing to be patient with you."

"I guess,"

She smiled at me and leaned over the table, taking my hand and trying to comfort me. "Is there anything besides what you have already done with her that your' at least a little curious about doing?"

I thought about it for a second; to be honest, there was. I had been curious since day one about what it might be like to go down on her, to suck her cock like' she sucked mine and taste' her cum. When I thought about it' I really did not know why I had rejected the idea last night, while we were in 69. 

"I kind of do want to give her head; I have for a while."

She looked like she was a little freaked' out by that; it was understandable I suppose. She had always known me as a completely' straight heterosexual male and now here I was telling her I wanted to suck my girlfriends dick. 

"So why did you not do that last night?" There was no other way to put it I had to outright' tell her the truth if she was going to be able to help me. I was about to ask for sex advice from my female friend, one thing I had never done before, and it kind' of messed with my head more because it made me feel really' gay to have to ask a woman for sexual advice.

Normally that would be okay, but I was not asking how to please a woman sexually, I was asking how to please someone with a penis. 

"I don't know how,"

She busted out laughing. It was just like Jamie to crack up laughing at a serious time like this but I found myself laughing with her. It was impossible not to laugh really.

"It's not that hard," she said.

I laughed again, deciding to make a Beavis and Butt-Head reference. "You said hard,"

She cracked up laughing even more and leaned back in her chair and proceeded to try and' give me advice. Her theory was that I should just do what I liked to have done to me; it made sense to. In reality, something like this should not be that hard for me to do, Alison and I both had cocks I knew what I liked to have done to me so she probably liked most of the same things to be done to her.

I realized just how up for the idea I really was when I started to get hard, just thinking about that musky aroma. Still I was pretty' confused about my sexuality, and that was bothering me, but I was definitely going to consider taking it one' step further with Alison. 

Because of how stressed and confused I still was, I ignored her phone calls for two days straight only to wind up feeling really bad about it; what a jerk I was being towards her. She'd' left me numerous voice mails and the last few had gone from sounding very worried about me to extremely pissed' off. 

Finally, on a Monday morning I decided it was time to stop being such a douche bag and go talk to her. I would explain that I had just been really' confused about everything, and then try to make up for it by taking our relationship to another level; I was going to try and' perform oral sex on Alison. 

Unfortunately for me, when I got to her apartment she was not there. The door was unlocked; I had been knocking for a few minutes and received no answer. I called her phone and got no answer. I decided to check on her, and took advantage of the unlocked door pushing it open and stepping into the apartment.

I looked around and down the hallway' I could hear what sounded' like someone moaning, and the sounds of a bed creaking. I walked down the hallway and stopped just outside one door peaking through to see it was just her roommate Christy fucking her boyfriend in the ass.

Wait, Christy fucking her boyfriend in the ass. I had no clue that Christy was a transsexual to, but now I kind' of understood why they were best friends. They had more in common than he had originally thought which probably made it easy for Alison to talk to her whenever she needed advice. I suddenly felt weird about being in here without Christy knowing I was there; I did not want to seem like a criminal, breaking into their apartment, although it was pretty' stupid to leave the door unlocked.

I snuck back out and shut the door behind me and locked it so as' to make sure a real criminal did not break in and try to harm anyone. 

I had no idea where Alison was; she had no classes today. So after a trip around town that took up the better half of the day, I still had not found her anywhere and still could not reach her on her cell phone either. Frustrated, I decided to go back to her apartment around five o'clock and hopefully she would be there.

Or' at least, maybe Christy would not be busy and I would be able to actually talk to her and see if she could tell me where Alison had gone.

I got back to the apartment and knocked on the door a few times, before it swung open and there was Christy.

"Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I uh...I'm looking for Alison. Have you seen her?"

She sighed, leaning against the door frame. She looked like she did not know whether or' not she should say anything, but I could see in her eyes she wanted to.

"Alison said she was going out this morning and that she would be back tonight around ten o'clock. I don't know where she went though."

"Oh,"

I sighed frustrated and stepped back some trying to think of what to do or say. 

"You know she's not mad at you,"

I looked back over at her, surprised by what she had said but sighed in relief. I guess that was a good thing. That Christy had told me that meant that Alison had probably spoken with her about everything that had been going on lately. "I've been an asshole towards her Christy,"

"No you haven't Mike. Your' new to all of this, it's' only natural to be a little confused about it, especially in the beginning. Alison understands trust me, she's just really worried about you."

"I know,"

I decided to call her one more time; Christy invited me inside to wait for her and while I sat on the couch, I called her cell phone. There was no answer; I was beginning to feel hopeless. 

"Maybe if I told her what I'm planning to do to her tonight she'd answer then," I joked. Christy laughed and sat down across from me. 

"And what might that be?"

I laughed and leaned back against the couch.

"One of the two things she's been wanting for a while now. I'm really quite nervous about it; you know I've never sucked a cock before, so it would make me feel a lot better if she would just...at least text me, so I could get it over with and stop being so anxious."

"Get it over with," she repeated. "Your' not going to do it just to satisfy her are' you; that's the wrong reason to do anything sexual. You should want it as much as she does."

"I do," I assured her. "I'm just really nervous."

She smiled and assured me that she thought I would do just fine, and that Alison was not the type to bash her boyfriends when it came to sex, especially if they were new to it.

Finally, after half an hour my cell phone rang and I saw on the caller ID it was her' Anxiously, I answered and practically yelled into the phone.

"Hey, where are you?"

"I'm on the El, my cars not working...why?"

She was on the Frankford Market line; probably somewhere down center city then, the question was, was she on the way home or somewhere else down town. 

"I'm at your apartment," I said softly.

"You are; what, did Christy let you in?"

"Yes...listen, are you on the way home? I wanted to talk to you about something. I've been a bit of a jerk the last few days and I think we need to talk about that."

She sighed into the phone. I could sense she was worried; no girl ever liked to hear the words "We need to talk." 

"I'm on my way; I'll be there shortly." Shortly was an understatement, because she got back to the apartment no more than fifteen minutes after we hung up the phone. Just looking at her, I could see how frantic she really was as she walked into the apartment and' threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

I hugged her back but I was finding it hard to breathe as she was practically squeezing the life out of me.

She finally let me go and took her coat off sitting down on the couch as I repeated what I said on the phone, that we had to talk. Christy grabbed her car keys and announced that she was going out for a while and left us to ourselves; she knew we needed privacy for this conversation.

"I wanted to apologize," I said. "I should not have ignored all your text messages and phone calls the last few days. I've been a jerk and I really am truly sorry."

"It's okay," she said smiling. "I'm just glad you're alright; why were you ignoring me though? Did I do something wrong?"

I shook my head, not wanting her to think something like that.

"Of course not," I replied taking a moment to think of what to say next; I wanted to make sure she understood I was not angry at' her for anything.

"Alison I've just...I've been really confused and stressed out lately. All of this is just really new to me and we moved along really fast and I don't think I stopped to think it through until recently."

She looked nervous. Poor girl probably thought I was going to end the relationship by the end of this conversation. 

"I just needed to clear my head, and I took a couple days to do it and I actually feel... a lot better now. I understand myself a lot more than I did three days ago and I feel like this weight has been lifted off my chest."

She smiled and I could see in her eyes that she was happy for me. I knew she was still really very nervous though.

"I'm glad you're okay," she repeated. "Just please don't ever do that to me again; I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore-"

She had definitely assumed the worse. "I'm not breaking up with you," I said cutting her off mid-sentence. 

"You...your' not,"

I shook my head, moved closer to her and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head against my chest and seemed to melt into my embrace; I kissed her on the forehead. I truly did love her with all of my heart.

Just holding her like this made me feel so much more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life, before her no one else had made me feel like this. I knew she was the one, and I was grateful that she was so willing to forgive me for being such a dick. 

"I love you," I said.

She smiled up at me and we kissed. "I love you to," 

"After the other night...when you tried to...you know. I did a lot of thinking about your end of the sexual situation. I understand there are a lot' of things that you want just as much as I want certain things myself. I don't mean to deny you those things I just don't think I'm ready for certain steps just yet."

She nodded her head in understanding, and I was glad that she was not being a bitch about any of this. What else could I ask for; anyone else, or at least most other people, would be really' annoyed at having to wait for this kind of thing to happen.

I was going to make it worth the wait for her though. 

"I'm not ready to try anal sex yet; but I am ready for something else if your' willing to let me try."

"What do you mean," she asked me sounding rather confused.

There was hope in her eyes as I kissed her on the lips and slid off the edge of the couch smiling up at her. I ran my hands up and down her legs for a few moments, my eyes speaking for me and she laughed nervously as I reached up and started to undo her pants. I started with the zipper followed by the button and then started tugging at her jeans to pull them off. 

"Wait," she said stopping me.

She smiled down at me, hopeful but hesitant; she wanted to make sure. 

"You're okay with this; right? Your' not just doing it to make me happy,"

I kissed her hand and leaned' up some, kissing her on the lips and confirming her question. I tugged at her jeans again and she got the point realizing I was serious about this, and lifted her ass up off the couch so that I could slide her pants down. I pulled them down around her ankles along with her panties and her cock sprang free, already hard as a rock.

In leaned in and' inhaled the familiar scent and felt my own cock starting to get hard as I took her in my hand and started stroking her. She moaned a little as I looked up and gave her a suggestive smile, before giving the head of her shaft a lick just as a sort of taste sample. It wasn't' that bad at all really.

A little salty, but nothing to it besides that, I licked it again and then ran my tongue down the length of her cock to her balls and back up to the part where the head connected to the shaft.

I repeated this action a few times, licking the head like a taffy' before taking in a deep breath and then sealing my lips around her. 

That sealed the deal, and she tossed her head back moaning in pleasure as I started sucking on her. She ran her hands through my hair, smiling as she started to thrust her hips upward, pushing her cock to the back of my throat and causing me to gag a little. It was nothing I could not handle though; I found that I adjusted rather quickly.

I started sucking more and more, flicking the head with my tongue and doing all the tricks and moves that I liked to have done to me while receiving oral sex and it seemed to be working really well. 

She was getting closer, I could tell as her dick was starting to swell up and I welcomed the thought of her ejaculating in my mouth. Just as she was about to do it though, she stopped me and I looked up at her wondering why she wanted me to seize my attention. 

"What's wrong...am I doing something wrong?"

"No, not at all," she said. "Your' doing great actually; I just wanted to switch positions."

She stood up and removed her shirt along with her bra then took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned around and smiled at me, kissing me on the lips and' tasting her own dick.

"Take off your clothes," she said softly. I was so horny I offered no protest and obeyed pulling off my shirt and then dropping my pants and boxers. We were both completely naked now as she pushed me towards the bed and I lay down on my back. She got on top of me, kissing me passionately before turning around and shoving her ass in my face much like' she had done the other night. 

She wrapped her lips around my cock and I moaned at the friction as she started bobbing her head up and down. I leaned forward and took her back into my mouth, now we were going down on each other and I realized that 69 was a lot better when it was done like this, with both people doing their best to please each other. 

I sucked her cock, played with her balls and fingered her ass while she went down on me as well and I started to feel myself getting ready to cum,

She felt the pressure build up in my dick and started stroking me until I bucked my hips, moaning against her own cock and exploded shooting my load into her mouth. Even as I continued sucking her, she took every drop of my' cum and swallowed it like a champion. I loved that about her. 

Once I had finished my own orgasm, Alison sat up some and moved back so that she was directly above me. I was staring up at her balls as she lowered herself down and tea bagged me, shoving her cock down my throat and laughed' as she did so. 

"Oh god, you are so good at this; you sure you've never done it before?"

"Mummfhum," I tried to reply, my voice muffled as she pushed her dick down my throat and hit my gag reflex again.

She pulled out of my mouth, and turned around, sitting on my chest and running her hand through my hair. 

"Your' so fucking hot," she said. She leaned forward once more shoving herself deep into my hot mouth and continued throat fucking me while pulling at my hair at the same time to help push deeper into my mouth. Another minute and a half later and she started to get really' loud, moaning' and breathing heavily and I had a feeling that she was getting closer.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "I'm going to cum!"

Sure enough, I could feel the head of her shaft starting to throb in my mouth and I knew she was getting ready to blow her load, for sure.

"Oh fuck," she moaned getting closer and closer. 

"Do you want me to pull out, or can I cum in your mouth?"

She stopped briefly so I could answer, but I gave no reply, instead I pulled her back into my mouth and she got the point from that. She continued throat fucking me and was now practically leaning over me, her hands planted on the pillow above my head as her entire body started to shake. 

"Oh shit, oh fuck baby, here it comes!"

I felt the warm sticky fluid hit the back of my throat and I choked right away, but did not try to push her off. A second shot was fired off hitting the same spot as the first one the third one went straight down my throat. By the time she finished, she had already shot four strings of cum' she pulled out of my mouth and fired off an additional two all over my face. 

As for taste, it wasn't' all that bad. Much like her cock itself, it was a little salty and there wasn't' really a major taste to it that would have thrown me off,

I licked the' cum from my lips and she shoved her dick back in my mouth for me to lick the head clean. When we were completely done, she lay down beside me and we cuddled, she rest' her head on my chest and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was exhausted and' was starting to drift off to sleep when she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.




Unconditional Love Ch. 04



"Thank you."

"Your' welcome," I replied.

"You know," she said tracing circles on my chest with her fingers. "You really know how to suck a dick,"

I laughed and kissed her again on the lips. I was happy that she had enjoyed herself and satisfied that I had enjoyed it just as much as she had. 

"Mike listen I want you to know, this is enough for now; if you don't feel ready to try anal yet then I'll wait as long as you want me to."

I smiled, relieved to hear her say that. I was just grateful that she was not angry at' me for only wanting to go a certain extent with certain things. It really meant the world to me to know that she loved me that much. I was looking forward to whatever the future had in store for us.



Unconditional Love Ch. 05



It had been a year since I started dating Alison. We had gotten really' close in the time that we had been together and we were by each other's side practically all the time these days. I loved her so much and I knew she felt the same. Our sex life' that had only gotten even better since I actually started giving her blowjobs.

A few times, she had brought up the whole' anal sex thing trying to see if I were up for it, but it just still was not what I wanted to do.

I apologized so many times and she always told me it was alright' but I could tell she was starting to get a little impatient. Not that I could blame her, it had after all been a year. 

I had decided at one point to give it a shot and decided the best time to offer my ass to her would be on her 29th birthday. She was pretty' depressed about being so close to the start of her 30s so I had wanted to do something to make her feel good. I decided not to say anything about it to her though just in case I were to chicken out at the last second, it would not leave her disappointed on her birthday; that's how it happened to.

We had finished fucking each other's brains out and I lay there frozen, trying to force myself to make the move that would let her know I wanted it, but nothing happened. I just could not make myself do it. 

That was six months ago, and it was the last time I had even considered trying anal sex with her. Pretty soon, next month in fact me and Alison would be going with Christy and her boyfriend Ryan to Wildwood, New Jersey for the 4th of July week. It was going to be a lot of fun and I knew that Allie and I were both very excited to be going down there. Lately though, things had been a little difficult between the two of us and despite how excited we were for the trip next month we had not been talking much the last few days.

It was because of the whole' anal sex thing; I knew she was getting annoyed, of course. A few weeks ago while we were taking a shower ago she tried to slip it in my ass without me noticing until the last second; surprise butt sex, the very definition.

I got pretty' angry at her but got over it quickly, after all she was born a man and she did still have certain traits about her that reminded me of things that I would do or what other men would do with their girlfriends. 

Unfortunately, for me though, she did not get over it like' I had. Alison had kept it in for a while, but I had apparently pissed her off when I flipped out on her in the shower. Sure' she was the one who was wrong for trying to just do it without asking, but I had really gotten really mad at her. I guess I could understand why she would be pissed off at me; but I really still just did not feel like I was up to it just yet. 

Today was the first day we had seen each other in over a week, and it was only because we had class together.

We sat next to each other like always, with Jamie off to the left of me and I was surprised to find that Alison actually seemed kind' of happy to see me. She was sitting real close to me and being rather affectionate with me. I guess that was a good thing,

Our class was over rather quickly, or so it seemed quick, and we made our way down to the cafeteria for lunch all three of us sitting together at our regular table after we got our food from the lunch line. We were talking about the lecture that our creative writing teacher had given us and when we were done eating lunch, Jamie said she was headed off to her next class leaving Alison and me to ourselves. 

"So I guess your' not mad at me anymore," I said.

"No, I'm not. I think I over reacted honestly; I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said smiling. "I'm not mad at all; just glad you're okay now."

Before I knew it, it was time for me to make my way to the next class. I gave her a kiss goodbye, grabbed my stuff and took off towards the building in which my next period was located. An hour and a half later, I was on my way downstairs to meet with Alison, our day was over and we were heading back to her apartment to hang out together for a few hours.

I met her outside in the student parking lot we got in the car and were on our way as soon as I shut the door. 

We got to her apartment Christy and Ryan were not home which meant we had the place to ourselves. That did not mean we were going to just drop our pants and start fucking like rabbits, it was not of course all about the sex for us. Though I was feeling a little horny, but that was beside's the point.

Instead, we decided just to sit at the kitchen table with a couple of beers and just talk and catch up; we were just happy to be with each other after having not spoken for the past week because of that stupid fight. 

We started talking about the vacation next month and Alison told me that Ryan and Christy were planning on' getting their own private motel room, and that me and her should consider doing the same thing. I definitely liked the idea there was no doubt there; a room all to us for a week straight sounded like a lot of fun. We started talking about the things that we were going to need to take down there with us. Alison started reading off a list of things that she had already written down that we would need.

"Beach stuff, blankets to sit on, on the sand. Swim trunks for you and a bikini for me. Food such as bread, milk, cheese and lunch meat and a couple bottles of soda, maybe even something to snack on."

She smiled at me and winked and continued with the list, "Oh yeah and of course lube and condoms. 

We're almost out anyway."

I laughed and so did she. We were indeed running out of both, though we did not use condoms very often. Sometimes I wondered why we used them at all, we were both clean and obviously, she could not get pregnant. Even if either of us did have anything, condoms would not protect us if we only used them every other time that we had sex.

I preferred fucking her in the ass without condoms to actually using one; it was better and it made more sense. 

"So how much is a room down there for two people," I asked. 

"Well, it depends if we get our own room or not. It might cost more for a room with two beds for me, you and' Jamie and' whoever else is going. I think it's something like $500 a night for a one bed room."

"That would come up to about $3500."

"Something like' that."

She sighed, "Then we'll need money for the boardwalk and for when we go out to eat. This is actually going to cost a lot of money; at least for the income we have."

I was starting to feel bad now, just thinking about it; I was unemployed, and Alison having only two classes at Community College now had taken up an actual job' which meant she was bringing in money. While she was bringing in money, I was bringing in nothing because even with just two classes my time was consumed by homework and' studies and all kinds of other stuff.

I never would have been able to handle school, homework, studying and a job all at the same time, and still be able to have time to see her it would drive me insane without question. It was too much stress, at least for me.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"For what,"

"I don't have a lot of money. I wish I had more to bring with us."

She sighed frustrated and took a swig of her beer, sitting it down on the table and shaking her head. I knew, even if she denied it, she was annoyed with the fact that she was going to have to pay for mostly all of' the trip. I would be bringing a little bit of cash with me but only as much as I could afford to bring. I could not afford much at all really, just what I would have left over from my monthly check that I got from welfare. 

"I don't mean to be a bitch," she said. I could feel an argument coming on and I was getting nervous of how bad this one would be. I sighed and leaned back in my chair waiting. "But you really should look into finding something." There it was I knew it was coming and I had been dreading it the entire time.

She had been suggesting this for a while now, a few of my friends were as well and I wanted to do it but I just did not think I would be able to juggle all of those things at the same time. 

"I can't," I said and she shook her head annoyed. 

"I can't do that all and pull it all off without losing my head; it's too much stress on me."

"Your' kidding me Mike, you have to classes and plenty of time for a job."

"Yeah, but with studies and homework and all that shit, if I had a job I wouldn't have any time to see you."

She stood up, walking to the trashcan to dispose of her empty beer bottle. She threw it in the can and turned around leaning against the counter behind her and giving me a look that said she thought I was full of shit.

"You know that's not true," she said. "You'd have plenty of time on the weekends and it would make it better for when we do see each other. Think how much it would for your self-esteem if you could contribute financially to this relationship more then you can now."

"Okay good point," I agreed. "But on the other hand, if I had a job I'd only be able to work a few hours and I wouldn't be making a lot of money."

"But it would be more then you have now,"

She was definitely making a good point, I just did not have the confidence in myself and I could tell it was really starting to piss her off. Not that I wanted to piss her off, I wanted to make her happy. I did agree I needed a job for more reasons than just one. I had bills of my own to pay and my mom and step-father' were starting to crack down on me about paying rent now; and she was right, it did bother me that I did not always have money to do things for her or take her places or buy nice things for her. 

"I'll look for a job soon; I promise okay?"

I said it calmly, with no trace of irritation or anger towards her and she smiled weakly but not totally satisfied. There was something else on her mind to, and I was waiting for her to lean into that subject, whatever it may be. 

"Have you given any thought to what I asked you last month?"

I tried to remember what she was talking about but it wasn't' coming to me, and I knew she was going to get even more pissed at me when she realized I did not remember whatever it was. It had been a long month with a lot of stuff going on and having to study a lot for a number of tests. 

"You forgot didn't you?" she asked.

I gave no reply, leaving it to her to put two and' two together. She sighed, shaking her head and threw her hands up in the air.

"I'm sorry," I insisted.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure. I asked you a month ago if you would consider coming out to your mother and your step-father soon."

Now I remembered the entire conversation; we had gone to see my parents and had dinner with them and my mother had made a remark about how long we'd' been together. She talked about how happy we looked as a couple and asked if we thought we might get married and have kids at some point. Obviously, considering the fact that Alison did not have the right equipment for me to get her pregnant, the chances of us ever having kids were slim.

So Alison had felt like it was wrong for me to just say someday and have my mother's hopes up about having a grandchild when in reality her future daughter could not even provide a grandson or granddaughter, because she had a penis instead of a vagina.

I knew she had been really' upset about it, and that was when she had told me that we should sit down with his parents and tell them the truth about her.

Alison wanted my mother and step-father' to know that their son was not dating an ordinary girl, but a girl who happened to have something a little extra in her pants.

It wasn't that I thought my parents would disown me for being whatever I was, it was just that I had no idea how to bring it up to them; how do you tell your parents something like that? It's' not like' I was going to say, "Mom, Jim I'm gay," because I did not think this made me gay. Bisexual more than anything but I still wasn't' entirely sure about that either.

Mostly, I was concerned about my mother's reaction to the fact that I was dating a transsexual woman meant that if we did have grandchildren they would not be biologically ours. They would not have our blood, or any of our features and that meant none of her blood or features' either. The only chance of having kids we had was adoption, "I remember. I didn't put too much thought into it yet though."

"Why not,"

"I don't know," I said. "I just...I'm nervous." She pushed herself off the counter, grabbed the chair and' moved it next to me and sat down at my side. She put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, rubbing my back. 

"It's normal to be nervous about this kind of thing,"

"I'm sure it is; I just don't know how to do it."

"Just tell them. I will be there with you; just tell them 'mom, Jim I need you to know that Allie is not your typical girl. She has a penis."

She was trying to joke with me now in an attempt to make me laugh and it worked to, we both started laughing and I sighed, leaning over the table and burying my face in my hands.

"I don't know Allie," I said shaking my head. "I just don't know if I can do it; they won't disown me. I'm just...afraid."

"What is there to be afraid of if your' so convinced they won't disown you?"

I wasn't' sure really, and I mean that I really had no idea why I was so damn afraid of telling them about her. They already knew her they already liked her a lot and they already thought we were a great couple; they were not judgmental people so it would not change those outlooks. 

"I don't know," 

"How about we go over there tomorrow night for dinner and tell them."

I was getting annoyed now, she was being pushy about it and' I know why she wanted to do it and it was a good reason its' just my anxiety was getting the better of me. I pushed myself out from under the table and threw my beer bottle in the trashcan turning to face her and shaking my head. 

"I'm not up for it," 

I walked out of the kitchen and she followed me close behind. I sat down on the couch and she stood with her arms crossed, staring down at me with confusion in her eyes.

"Not up for it; Mike, you know sooner or later your' going to have to tell them no matter what. You can't hide it forever!"

I sat there, listening to her but hardly even caring at this point. I knew she was right, she didn't' have to tell me but I just did not want to give a fuck about any of that. Why should I have to tell anyone about it; most of our friends already knew, was not that enough for the time being? 

"Allie, look I just don't want to do it."

"Yeah and you don't want to get a job either," she spat. 

I sighed angrily, got up from the couch and now I was going to go off. Now the fight was about to get real.

"I said I would look soon!"

"When is soon Mike," she demanded. "A year from now, ten years from now or tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning would be the ideal time. I can't' pay for everything all the time for the rest of our lives. Do you want to be with me for the rest of our lives?"

"Yes,"

"Then we both need to have jobs."

I was really getting angry now and she knew it to, but I knew she was equally pissed off at me as I was at her. The fighting continued, going back and forth with neither side really winning, neither of us listening to the other. By this' point I wanted to leave, I just wanted to go home and forget about this whole situation this whole conversation and not talk to her for another week or two. I could not run from my problems, but I was really' sick of fighting.

"I do what I can," I said. "I pay for shit whenever I have the chance. You don't pay for everything on your own, so don't even try to say that because it's a load of bullshit."

"No, that's a load of bullshit and you know it; you pay for food from time to time yes but if we want our own place your shitty little welfare check is not going to help pay rent or utility bills Mike. This shit is for real, and so is' you telling your parents about who I really am and what I really am. If you want to be with me for the rest of our lives you'll do something."

I had, had enough of this shit. I was done, and I was going to make it known by leaving and going back home; I'd' rather be sitting in my room by myself then here arguing with my girlfriend about telling my parents that she was a transsexual. It wasn't' all about that, but I had meant it when I said I was going to look for a job real soon; when I did not know, but Alison was overreacting. Or' maybe I was just being immature. 

"You know what," I said making my way towards the door. "You keep saying this shit; you keep thinking you pay for everything okay?"

"I do pay for everything and you know it," she said following me to the door and I was getting really frustrated now.

"I pay for everything we do! I even paid for your lunch yesterday. Hey, I know maybe it should be you sucking my fucking cock and bending over like the little bitch that you are' since I'm the one who brings in the money."

That was the last thing I wanted to hear, I'd had enough, I stormed through the door and slammed it shut leaving her alone in her apartment. I wasn't' sure if we were even together anymore, but I was so pissed off that at the' moment I really did not even give a shit. 

Alison's POV

"Hey, I know maybe it should be you sucking my fucking cock and bending over like the little bitch that you are' since I'm the one who brings in the money."

I was so fucking stupid for saying that, I knew exactly where that was going to take this argument next. Of course, I turned out to be wrong instead of it going that direction, Mike simply stormed out without saying a word but that was just as bad if not worse. I knew that lately he felt like I had been pressuring him to try having anal sex with me, and I knew I was starting to piss him off a lot.

I was afraid that having said what I said just now, he might turn that around on me later and use it' against me and' say I was trying to pressure him into letting me fuck him in the ass. Really, I just said it to be a smart ass. 

I had really fucked up this time, true; I should not have said half the things I had said. Most of it was true though, I really did need him to look for a job because I wanted to get a place with him and I could not afford to do it if it was just me paying for everything by myself.

I don't' know why he was so afraid of doing what had to be done; I almost felt bad knowing he had such a weak self-esteem that he just kept doubting his ability to find employment.

Who knows how long we would go without talking now; I just hoped that he would call me later and we could work things out and get back to being a normal couple again. I hated arguing with Mike; it hurt too badly to fight with him.

Mike's POV

Bullshit, absolute complete fucking bullshit; I was so pissed off that I nearly got hit by a car storming out the front door of the apartment complex and walking across the street. I flipped the driver off and yelled' "fuck you," even though I knew it was my fault and I should have been paying attention.

I did not care right now. 

She was being such a fucking bitch and I was sick of it; mostly because I knew she was right. I wanted to be with her forever but she could not pay for everything on her own, I wanted a job and so I decided right now I was going to head out and start filling out applications at different places.

I had no issue doing this; I had to get over the fear of not being able to find employment sooner or' later so why not start right now.

The other shit though, that was something I was not up to dealing with just yet. She wanted me to talk to my mom and step-dad, to tell them that she was actually a transsexual and I was all for the idea just now, 




Unconditional Love Ch. 05



The next two weeks went almost exactly as that first one back at school had. I spent my Wednesday nights with Becca and the rest of my time with Erin. Art history was a much more interesting experience than I had expected, as our professor Dr. Sommers (she insisted we call her Lily whenever we were in class) was an excellent educator and a fun time too. Lily was quick-witted, beautiful, and extremely attentive in her teaching style. Becca caught on quickly that I was intrigued by Dr. Sommers in more ways than one, but unlike our first meeting with the professor she kept any concerns to herself. Midterms came and went quickly and before you knew it Erin and I were in the home stretch of our college careers. Erin grilled me all the time on what my next plans were after school was out, but I had stayed somewhat evasive for the last half of the year, because I wasn't 100% certain at that point. I wanted more than anything to have myself a gap year and then come back to post-grad rested and refreshed, but my budget was pretty tight right then and I didn't think I could make it happen.

Oddly, the only person I was really forthcoming with about my plans was Becca. She had wormed her way into my inner sanctum by simply being an attentive listener that hid her ulterior motives very well. Erin was guileless in these conversations and always wore her heart on her sleeve, so it made me want to chat about my thought processes a great deal less with her.

With only three weeks to go in the semester the weather had completely broken and we weren't getting those pissy, freezing Northeast springs, rather we were finally getting sunshine and warmth. The first week the weather had improved, Becca called me up in the morning on Wednesday and told me she wouldn't be leaving her school that day because it was going to be too nice an evening to be wasting indoors. I could hardly argue with her, so instead I asked her if that would be a good time for Erin and I to visit. She agreed and I called up Erin to confirm plans. With Erin onboard, it would make for a nice evening of sisterly enjoyment while I hung back and let them do their thing, all the while earning boyfriend points for coming up with such a nice idea. 

We left early in the evening and got to her campus by about 5:15. The sun hadn't been near to the horizon yet so we were still enjoying a wonderfully warm night. We parked right outside in Becca's dorm's parking lot and headed to the front desk. Once there, we were buzzed in by Becca's roommate and we trudged our way up the stairs to meet them in their room. We knocked on the door and Becca's roommate opened up and let us know that Becca had headed to the quad in front of the administration building we had passed on the way in to get some sun before it went down for the night. We thanked her and made our way to the quad with little conversation. When we got there, we could see that it would be quite a chore tracking her down because the entire green in front of the building was covered in sun worshippers getting their first real fix of the season. We split up and tried to spot her that way.

I walked toward the dining hall that neighbored the quad and found Becca waving animatedly right on the corner of the sidewalk where the two buildings connected to one another. I turned back and called Erin's name, but she was a ways off so I turned back toward Becca and shrugged my shoulders with a good deal of emphasis to show her I made my best effort. Walking over to her, I was nearly bowled over by what I saw. She wore a black bikini top that really did not leave much to the imagination coupled with a pair of denim shorts that were cut entirely too short (all right maybe not too short so much as very short). She was barefoot and wore sunglasses on top of her blonde hair. That blonde hair looked much lighter than normal and she let it just fall where it would, frankly a very appealing look on her. When I arrived at her blanket, she greeted me with a teasing smile and a pretty intimate embrace. She cupped her hands together behind my head and kissed me hard on the mouth when I reached in for a hug. After that, she released me from her kiss and looked intently into my eyes as she let her grip on my neck relax a little. I tried to create a little more distance between the two of us, but that wasn't happening. She leaned in again to whisper something in my ear.

"I have so many nice surprises for you. I'm so glad you're here."

"Now is not the time for this conversation," I whispered back a little too harshly.

"I'm so fucking excited, you can't even imagine."

Just then, I tossed her arms off of me and hailed Erin as she met my eyes from across the quad. Becca did not pout as she normally would have, instead she shot me a wicked smile that honestly made me a little nervous. Something wasn't quite right about Becca today, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Erin joined us shortly thereafter, gave her sister a friendly hug, and sat down on the blanket Becca had been using to sunbathe on.

"So is this what you guys do to ring in the new season?"

"This is only the first part of the festivities, we have a big party on the first beautiful sunny day of the season. It's a tradition we have every year. It's usually a little earlier than this every year, so everybody has been waiting for forever. It's gonna be a huge deal."

"Wow, I wish we had something like that at our school!"

"Well, you guys should come, it's going to be amazing."

Becca shot a sideways glance at me right after she said it. I didn't meet her eyes, instead looking away at Erin and giving her a plaintive look. Erin missed my look however, because she was looking straight at her sister when Becca made eyes at me. Erin looked away quickly and spotted someone heading over in our direction. We recognized her from earlier as Becca's roommate. Her roommate waved to us and walked right up to talk to Becca, turning her away from us and speaking in a lower tone.

"Well shit…Hey guys, I might have to take a raincheck. It looks like our Art History professor called and is looking for some midterm work I forgot to hand in. Dr. Sommers apparently wants to talk to you too Bastian. She says your midterm had some problems with it."

"What? What kind of problems?"

"I don't know, but apparently it sounded serious. At least, that's what Kristi told me. Did I introduce you guys?"

We all nodded at Kristi who waved back a little sheepishly. She blushed when she did and she looked adorable. Her face flush, she said a quick 'hi' to all of us and got ready to head out.

"Wait wait! Kristi, hang on a second. Bastian, do you want to take me back to school? Erin, why don't you stay for the party with Kristi? She practically knows you with how much I talk about you guys."

Kristi again blushed and this time looked right at me. Erin didn't miss that look either. Things were getting a little hot for me, and I didn't want this blowing back on anybody else. I could tell Erin felt that uncomfortable with all the looks and I now wondered if she had seen Becca kiss me.

Kristi looked at Erin quizzically as if to say 'whaddya say?' but Erin wasn't there yet. Becca wore a smirk on her face when Erin turned to speak, but caught her words in her mouth.

"Yeah, actually. That sounds really fun Kristi. Where are going to be partying?"

"Well, everything kind of starts out here as the sun goes down, and then everybody goes indoors. I know a couple places we could hit, you just tell me what sounds best to you."

"All right. I can live with that. Bastian, will you be back in time to pick me up? Like around 2:00?"

"2:00? That sounds pretty late. What is Becca going to do on campus until 2:00?"

"Why don't you have her take a nap in my room, or maybe you could drive her back over when you're done and we can all get together then."

"Are you sure you're comfortable being here by yourself? It sounds like it's going to be a crazy night," I figured now was as good a time as any to be the concerned boyfriend.

"I'll be fine, it sounds like it's going be pretty crazy. I could use a night where I let go a little."

Becca grabbed her blanket off the grass, rolled it into a ball and handed it to me. I took it and leaned into Erin to give her a kiss. She grabbed me by the sides of my face and kissed me deeply and intensely. She was sending a clear message, and I wasn't stupid enough to miss it.

Becca and I headed over to the car in her dorm parking lot and got in quickly.

"So we have to be there for the start of class, so we'd better hurry."

"It's two minutes until the top of the hour. The school is fifteen minutes away if there's no commuter traffic. There's no way."

"Well then, I guess we better take our time and catch her at the end of class."

"Listen this whole things doesn't sound right to me at all, and I don't think it sounds right to Erin either. So whatever you have planned, we need to forget about it right now."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I had planned."

"I don't really care what you have planned. This is not a good time for it. Let's just make it believable by being gone an hour and come right back."

"Come ooonnnn. I promise you'll have a good time."

I was thinking it over when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I opened the messages app and there was a blue dot next to Erin's name. I tapped on the text and it read:

- dont do anything i wouldnt do xD -

My blood ran cold as I decided that that tipped the balance.

"I bet I can guess who that was," Becca intoned as I steeled myself for what came next.

"I bet you can," I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm gonna guess it's the same person who never lets you out of her sight. I'll guess it's the same person who, for the first time, is actually jealous and stupid and you know it."

"What about her being jealous makes her stupid? She probably suspects that you'd like to have sex with me and it's making her jealous. Does she not have a reason to be jealous?"

"You know what I mean. She can't prove anything, why would she get all crazy about it without even talking to one of us?"

"I don't give a shit! I'm serious! I'm not going along with whatever plan you have!"

I started to get pretty animated as I spoke and I realized that there was another couple in the parking lot staring at us. I turned the car on, quickly put it in reverse and left the lot as calmly as I could. Convinced that I would just take Becca to our campus and then drive her back in an hour, I took off towards school and didn't stop to reconsider my decision for even one second.

"Listen," Becca was sounding defeated as she broke the silence, "I just wanted to have a good time with you tonight, but I won't do anything you're not okay with. How about this, let's just go over and meet with Dr. Sommers, because she actually did want to see me. After that, we'll head back and that'll be that, all right?"

"Fine. What did Dr. Sommers actually want from you? Because that thing from Kristi was bullshit."

"She just wanted to review some issues with my midterm paper. She thought that there might have been a concern about plagiarism, but I assured her that couldn't be possible. She wants to talk to me about it anyway."

"You didn't cheat on your midterm, I proofread that."

"I know! But she wants to talk with me about what she read."

My defenses largely went down after that, because I had never known Becca to lie to me. She told her sister stories and it's not like she was the most honest person, but she had always seemed to respect our relationship in that way so I was a good deal less suspicious. Not to mention, Dr. Sommers did not strike me as the kind to want to get wrapped up in a student's bullshit. We got on campus not long after we talked in the car, and I drove right past my street and parked in the administration building's parking lot. It was about 20 minutes past 6:00, so we would have to wait until the class was over. When we pulled into the parking lot Becca was texting away furiously as I stopped the car and killed the engine. She threw her phone into her bag and cheerfully told me to go with her. Having no idea where she meant, I told her to go on ahead without me.

"No no, listen, I was just texting Tory from class, she said we could probably make it into class because Dr. Sommers is late."

"Nice! Let's get going quick then."

We hustled down the hill and made it to the big stony annex off the library where class was held every week. I realized that Becca was still dressed for sunbathing and looked pretty ridiculous going into a class that way. I told her as much and she laughed me off. She said she dressed like this in classes all the time. We rushed up the stairs and rounded the corner into the lecture hall, but it was darker than normal and my eyes took a minute to get used to the light. Standing at the head of the class, as usual, was Dr. Sommers, but no one else was in the room.

Becca walked over to Dr. Sommers and they spoke together for a minute or two. When Becca looked like she was done speaking, Dr. Sommers looked at me sternly.

"Didn't Becca tell you I needed to meet you two here?"

"Well, of course she did Lily. I mean, we're here aren't w-"

"That's DR. SOMMERS!" she roared at me before I could finish.

I admit it sounded a little insolent, but I didn't think I deserved to be shouted at. I nodded my agreement and looked back half-confused and half-defiant.

"I told Becca last week that I wished to see the two of you here at class time, not 20 minutes past. Do you have a good reason for being so late?"

Becca was now smiling smugly at me and it made me feel two inches high. I didn't know how I got wrapped up in this, but it was getting worse by the minute.

"As you're this late, I'm afraid we no longer have the time necessary to finish our meeting in this room. I have released the room for the library to use for another lecture. They are currently waiting for us to leave. That being the case, I'd like the two of you to join me across campus in the art building, where my offices are."

Becca did a double take and the smug smile was gone from her face.

"What do you mean? I thought we were going to have the meeting here."

"I told you, we no longer have time for that. Now come with me!"

Becca hung her head a little as we were lead out of the room, down the stairs again, and onto the street. We walked back up the hill, past the parking lot where my car was, and past three or four campus buildings when we saw the joint art/science building where a number of advisors and professors also had offices. Going up two flights and heading down a long hall, we arrived at the door to Dr. Sommers' office. It was a large, wooden door and actually was kind of imposing when it opened to a room with a vaulted ceiling and a giant wooden desk in the middle of the room. I knew the building was old and I knew that it was huge, but I had no idea that rooms of this size and this beauty existed in it. I was stricken by how cavernous the room was, every professor's office I had been in to this point had been a much more humble experience. Becca entered first and immediately sat down on a love seat along the wall facing what I assumed was the professor's desk. Dr. Sommers motioned for me to sit on the love seat with Becca.

"Thank you both for making your way in to meet with me today."

"It's our pleasure professor," Becca answered for us, apparently.

"I brought you here for a very specific reason, but I think Becca would do a better job explaining it than I would."

"What?"

I felt the air rush out of me as I realized I had been duped. Becca turned quickly on the love seat, looked me in the eyes and grabbed my hands.

"Now I know I said I wouldn't do anything crazy tonight, but I just want you to hear me out."

I clammed up at this point and let go of Becca's hands. I started to stand up, but Dr. Sommers looked at me imploringly and held up a hand and pointed back to the love seat to get me to sit back down. I hesitated as I saw her hold up her hand, but I did sit back down to hear her out. My professor I would listen to, but Becca was officially on my shit list.

"Becca approached me after our first class and asked me for my help, and I'm here to offer it. She explained the entire situation between you two and she has told me she recognizes that it can't last forever. The two of us have been meeting up at lunchtimes once a week to speak about what she views her options to be. I have been guiding Becca through this issue and we arrived at an interesting solution last week. We have just been waiting for the right moment to speak to you about it. This evening happens to be what we feel is the right time. Becca has been very measured in the way she has approached her solution and I salute her for that. That said, it is unorthodox so please try to keep an open mind."

Now I knew I was in trouble. If Becca was cooking up 'unorthodox' solutions to her issues around my sex life, I knew it would have to be a pretty big leap of faith.

"I don't know how comfortable I am with all this. I told Becca earlier this evening that I didn't want to engage in anything sexual while Erin was on her guard like she is right now."

"You can rest assured that Becca will make sure that whatever happens tonight stays between us."

"Wait a second, what about Kristi? Is she is on this too? I don't know about all this."

"Kristi doesn't know anything about what's happening here tonight, but she does know about us," Becca was starting to at least flesh out some of the details, "she really doesn't know anything about tonight, I promise. Lily called her and told her everything she said to us while we were on the quad together, but that's it."

I was extremely uneasy and didn't know where to look as both Lily and Becca eyed me expectantly. Lily looked a little cooler on the issue, she likely viewed this whole experience as a bit of a lark, but it certainly wasn't any such dalliance to me. Becca looked concerned when I turned my head back to her and I could tell she was even a little bit hurt. I didn't want anyone to feel hurt, I didn't even want anyone to feel awkward, I just wanted for this whole scenario to end.

"All right," Becca turned her head to me morosely, "I'll make you a deal…"

It sounded like I was being thrown a life preserver, I just hoped it wasn't made out of cinder blocks.

"How about this: we have our fun tonight, but after that, we're done. I won't bug you about this stuff anymore, but you can't bug me about it either. We'll just pretend that none of this ever happened. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody has to worry about it getting back to anyone it shouldn't get back to."

This was tempting and while Becca wasn't the most trustworthy person in the world right in that moment, I had to strike while the iron was hot. I cocked my head and rested it on my hand as if I were deep in thought. Becca looked at me suspiciously and Dr. Sommers seemed somewhat distracted as she fidgeted in her seat and looked at her fingernails.

"Oh stop fucking pretending. We all know this is exactly what you want," Becca shouted lowly. Hearing this from Becca hurt me a little and I didn't want to give her the impression that I didn't care for her; saying yes to this deal too quickly would signal exactly that.

"Listen, I'd love to think that this is a great deal, but why would I want to just give up on you like that?"

"Because you've been waiting for an opportunity to get rid of me for weeks! You love having me on the side, but I'll never be Erin will I?"

Things were finally getting real. I didn't know a way to come out of this making everyone feel good, so I figured I may as well just do what I wanted to do. I was changing my mind seemingly every minute or so, so I just went with that last thing I thought might be a good idea.




Unconditional Love Ch. 05



"Can I make a counter-offer? I think it would be better if we left the option open at least. Maybe we should agree to put things on hold for now and see how we feel about it by the end of summer."

I saw a light go off in Becca's eyes and Dr. Sommers got up and walked away from her desk; she was clearly losing interest. Lily spoke quietly to Becca to help her make up her mind.

"You know sweetie, that's probably not the worst plan. It seems like you two actually do have some pretty intense feelings for each other. Maybe it would make sense to have an actual adult conversation about it sometime."

Becca broke down crying at those words. It seemed to me that this was her play at making that conversation happen in the present-tense rather than waiting until the end of summer, but she was between a rock and a hard place. She had a thousand-yard stare aimed at the back wall of the office, but she didn't reply right away. When she did, she looked right through me.

"All I wanted was to have a real relationship with someone who got me. You get me. You get me better than anyone I've ever been with. We like the same things, the same people, we even have the same sense of humor. I just thought I found someone I could have a real relationship with, someone who wanted me for me."

"Someone who just happened to be fucking your sister?!" the professor interjected. I'm not sure it was appreciated by anyone, because we both snapped our attention to the other side of the room and shot Lily the same look.

"Listen this isn't easy for anybody. Let's just be civil at least," it was the best I could do to sound like the good guy here, a role I didn't earn and wouldn't be very good at right then.

"No, she's right. I'm being naive and stupid. How could I expect to steal you away from Erin? Erin is the perfect girlfriend, isn't she? She takes care of you, she fucks you, she's sweet and kind and thoughtful and wants to have your babies. All the things I'm not and will never be."

Convinced she was now just fishing for compliments, I tried to stay on topic with my response.

"Listen, you know very well that almost all of those things apply to you too. I just don't think you've considered what our relationship would be like if we tried to be a couple right now. Your parents would have nothing to do with you, Erin would be ruined, Fleur would probably never speak to you again, and even Kristi would wonder what the hell's wrong with you. And think about what it would be like when you weren't at school? Are you going to come stay with me? I live with my parents! It would NOT be a good fit."

The idea was rolling around in her brain, but she just couldn't let it go.

"But I want to BE with you. That's all I want…"

Her desperation was starting to show and I didn't really know how to handle it. I hadn't had this kind of conversation with Becca before. We just played things fast and loose. That's what we did, that's what we always did.

"I'm sorry I just don't think that will work for us right now."

The crying began anew, but this time in earnest. Becca's chest was heaving with wracking sobs and flowing tears. I considered stepping out for a minute, but I couldn't leave her like this. I shifted over to the other side of the love seat and hugged Becca around the shoulders. She laid her head against my shoulder and curled up into a ball while she cried. I felt responsible for her, I felt awful about leading her on and making her get attached to me. None of this was how things should've gone.

"Just tell me something…" she intoned, meekly, "do you love me?"

I looked her right in the eye while I thought. I knew I should be honest this time. I needed to stop shying away from Becca and I needed to stop running away from what was really going on all this time.

"I think I do, yes," I said it quietly and seriously. She wouldn't miss the significance of that.

"Good. Because I think I really love you too."

Becca hugged me back right then, and hard. She wiped tears from her eyes and leaned over to Lily's desk to fetch a tissue. She blew into the tissue loudly and made us both give a little chuckle. It seemed like things were finally going in the direction she wanted; I felt like she deserved that.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, when I get back let's talk about what happens now."

"Sounds good."

Becca left quickly and quietly. Dr. Sommers picked up where Becca left off.

"She really respects you, you know. She told me that. She told me she hasn't respected a man in her life in a long time."

"Do I seem like the kind that deserves anyone's respect right now?"

"Not as far as I can tell, but she knows you better."

I put my head in my hands and thought about my next goal: getting back to Becca's school and picking up Erin before she got any more suspicious.

Becca came back into the room just then, but I didn't look up. She put her hand on my shoulder while I hung my head. I turned my head to meet her gaze and when I did, I was reminded why it was that I put us through all this. She looked gorgeous. She looked confident and hopeful for the first time since we got back to campus.

"Now, I had a little treat for you that I just know you'll love. You'll have to clear out of here for a few minutes, but I'll call you in when I'm ready for you."

"Now, I just want to be clear. Where are going to talk about this all again in the next few months, right?"

"Don't worry about that, just worry about tonight. You have a lot of work on your hands."

The mood swing was a full 180 degrees, but I thought I should be thankful that there was no more crying. I really didn't like seeing Becca cry, I decided. Stepping out into the hall, the door was closed behind me by either Dr. Sommers or Becca, but it was closed somewhat hard and a loud sound echoed through the empty hallway. I idly glanced at the walls in the hall, most of which were cluttered up with bulletin boards or fliers announcing different campus activities. One bulletin board actually did draw my interest for a minute though, it was a whole board full of photos from a trip to Haiti. Apparently Dr. Sommers and a number of students had traveled there to assist with all manner of tasks related to cleanup after a natural disaster. There was photo after photo of students standing in piles of rubble with an armful of this and that, moving things around and trying to clear debris. The pictures got less and less focused on deeds of heroism as the collage went along and by the end of the timeline the photos mostly represented what the students and natives did for recreation time. In this sequence I noticed a number of pictures of the doctor as she was relaxing as well. One photo of her with her arms around the shoulders of some Haitian women was particularly striking. She was wearing a yellow sundress that showed off her curves very nicely. She had wider hips than I remembered seeing and her breasts looked perfectly framed by the top of the sundress. The next photo showed her in athletic shorts kicking around a soccer ball. Her legs looked stunning, they were muscular but not huge and they were beautifully tanned. I had a hard time getting over what I was feeling as I looked at these pictures and it made me think I was being a little insensitive based on the conversation with Becca that had just concluded.

Becca leaned her head out of the office and told me to join her inside now. I walked back over to the giant wooden door and grasped the handle. I breathed deeply and resigned myself to whatever happened now. Whatever made Becca happy even for one night was what I wanted more than anything. I crossed the threshold keeping my head up as I did. When I shut the door, I turned and saw Becca on the love seat again, only this time she wasn't wearing anything. I started to walk toward her, but movement from the corner of my eye stopped me for a second. I turned towards the movement and saw Lily come out of the closet off of her office wearing the same outfit as Becca. She smiled a broad, devious smile and set about moving things around behind the desk. I eyed her as she moved her lithe form about the office, kicking things out of her way and then spreading a blanket on the floor.

I turned back to Becca and continued moving towards the love seat. I could see what was in motion here and I didn't know how to react besides the obvious. There would be no objecting and there would be no hesitation, I was so excited about this prospect I didn't even know where to begin. Sensing my interest peaking, Becca spread her legs and started idly circling her clit with three fingers. While she stroked herself, she spoke brusquely to me.

"I'm going to sit out this first part. You go ahead over to Dr. Sommers."

Making my way around the desk without breaking eye contact with Becca, Lily grabbed me by the belt and pulled me towards her from the floor. She got up on her knees and started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my shorts. Dropping them to the floor, Lily then fished my cock out of my briefs and held it gently while she looked it over. I would suppose she approved because her next movement was a swift one, she put me in her mouth right down to the hilt in one fluid motion. She was trying to tongue my balls while my cock invaded her throat. She was gagging each time she tried to deepthroat and the noise she made was at once grotesque and a huge turn-on. Long strands of spit hung down from her lips as she pounded her throat with my fully erect dick. I never was one to finish just from a blowjob, but Lily got me very close with the concerted effort she put forth. As I felt like I was beginning to crest that particular wave, she locked eyes with me used her entire tongue to circle my cock and wipe all that spit over her own face. It was like nothing I had ever seen before and it made me incredibly excited; I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

Becca then strode over to our little huddle on the blanket and dropped down to her knees right next to Lily. Without missing a beat, Lily handed me over to Becca and then began to suck on both my balls, one at a time. Becca tried to do her best Lily impression on me, but she couldn't get my cock all the way down her throat when it was this hard, even despite her best efforts. She still slobbered all over me and made a huge mess of both me and Lily, but I wasn't complaining. Becca released me with an audible 'pop' and then grabbed Lily and began kissing her deeply and unreservedly. The two of them appeared to be voraciously embraced and otherwise distracted, so I grabbed my cock and began stroking slowly. I was interrupted shortly after when Lily released Becca and grabbed me with her free hand. Stroking forcefully (maybe a little too forcefully), Lily turned her attention to Becca's remarkable breasts and began sucking and teasing them with increasing fervor. Becca was clearly peaking in her excitement as well as she started squirming and tossing her head from side to side as Lily's attentions got more intense.

Becca's breath got short and her stare went a bit glazed. Her mouth dropped open and didn't shut until she grabbed my cock back from Lily and tried deepthroating me again, with similar results. She plunged me in and out of her mouth continually while she tried to cum, but she remained frustrated as Lily did just enough to keep her wet and ready, but not enough to send her over the edge. I had tried this technique with Becca before, and I had a feeling that Lily seemed to be even better at it than I was. All I knew was that when Becca finally did take that leap it was going to be a big drop and she would likely have little left to give after she landed.

Lily laid back and waited patiently for Becca to finish her attempts to get me to cum prematurely. This wasn't going to be one of those two or three orgasm experiences for me, these two were wearing me out very capably. I was like to be one and done tonight, but that wasn't about to get in the way of me enjoying myself immensely. Becca again let go of me and gave a little gag as she removed her mouth from my dick. She smiled at me coquettishly, turned her head, and leaned over onto her hands and knees. As she looked up to smile similarly at Lily, she wiggled her ass in the air as a clear invitation to get started with the next phase of our enjoyment. I shed my briefs and got down to a kneeling position behind her. With her face now buried in Lily's mound lapping away at her clit, I pushed my cock slowly inside her pussy and wasted no time pounding away in time to Lily's rapid breaths and appreciative moans. While I began to pick up my pace a little more, I wet my right thumb and placed it at the entrance to Becca's tight ass and applied even pressure. I didn't have to wait long to get the reaction I was hoping for as Becca gasped and her pussy clenched up tight on me. I adjusted the angle I was fucking her at and plunged my thumb deep inside her, only to see her back stiffen as she fell forward right into Lily's lap, convulsing. She fell on her hands and then placed them underneath her to circle her clit while I continued my assault on her wet cunt. With Becca prone, her face flat on the blanket, gasping for air and release, Lily reached into her desk drawer and grabbed what appeared to be a condom. She tore the wrapper off with her teeth and pulled the rubber sheath out of its packaging. I fucked away at the puddle of Becca crumpled in front of me and withdrew my thumb suddenly and quickly. Becca's head bolted up out of the blankets and into the air while she struggled for breath and control. I grabbed her hair around her shoulders and pulled hard while I got ready for her impending orgasm. Her head arched towards the sky, she bucked her hips and yelled loudly as she came on my cock. I kept up my pace while her bad spasmed strongly for nearly a full minute, following which she crumpled like a cheap suit and collapsed right in the middle of both Lily and I.

I slide myself from Becca while I watched her back rise and fall rapidly, but I had no desire to linger. I got up and walked over to Lily, who grabbed me and guided me back down the blanket to lay on my back. Once there, she grabbed the condom and placed it in her mouth. With a deft movement, she wrapped her lips around my Becca-soaked organ and unrolled the condom right down the entire length of my shaft. I threw my head back and just enjoyed the sensation while she worked. Once finished, I adjusted the condom a little while Lily straddled my hips and sunk herself down onto me. She impaled herself and gently rocked back and forth until she was used to the size and shape. Once comfortable, she placed her hands on my chest while she lifted herself up and placed herself back down onto me over and over. She moved only her hips and banged them into my cock at an incredible pace. Her eyes stared right into mine as she moved her hips in a blur. She moved so fast I couldn't match the speed of my upward thrusts because I couldn't move quickly enough. Becca was starting to come back around and lifted herself first up onto her elbows and then slowly to her feet. Once she could finally stand up she walked over to the two of us, turned so she faced away from Lily, stood over me with her legs splayed apart, and began to squat down until her pussy was right in my face. I got ready to began nibbling on her clit again, but she repositioned herself so it was her asshole right in front of me instead of her cunt. Needing no more prodding, I grabbed her hips on either side and pulled down on her while I shoved my tongue up inside of her. I lapped long strokes at the outside of her anus in between spreading her cheeks with my hands and bottoming out inside her. The three of us continued our activity for some time (it seemed like hours) until Lily started to cum, then Becca, and then it was my turn.

"Oh fuck, don't stop, I'm almost there."

Becca took this as her cue and stood over Lily and waited for her to stand up and remove me from her dripping pussy. Once Lily was up, Becca bent over and removed the condom from me.

"I want you finish inside me."

Becca knew this was off-limits, but I wasn't surprised at her attempt at an end around. She had tried this before too, always claiming she 'just wanted to see what it felt like.' I was not into it nearly as much as she was and I wasn't this time either.

Wagging a finger at her (with all of my remaining brain power), I smiled and shook my head to emphasize how little chance she had of making this happen. Ignoring me entirely, she again straddled my waist and lowered herself down. She licked her palm and slid it across her asshole, then positioned me at the opening to her ass and drove down hard. She met little resistance and I was inside her to the hilt in no time. Lily gasped when she saw this and sat right with Becca to watch all our efforts come to a head. Becca continued to work her ass up and down on me for another minute or two and the time had come. My breathing picked up and my vision became intense but narrow in focus just as my cock began to throb. Becca could feel every heartbeat in the head of my cock as she kept the pace up. I laid my head down as if in slow motion and the release finally washed over me. Becca shouted again as she felt every pulse and every rush of semen out of me and into her. Lily watched in rapt attention and met eyes with Becca, just as a pout ran across her face and her heart rate began coming down once again.

Everybody was a little creaky and a little slow in their movements once things subsided. We became picking ourselves up and getting dressed. It had been one hell of a terrific fuck and none of us were in any rush whatsoever. We all got dressed right there in the office and opened the windows along the back wall to get some fresh air. It was stuffy as could be, causing Becca and I to sweat profusely to the point where we were just swamped. Once I was dressed, I reached into my pocket to check my phone and sure enough there were a few texts I had missed.

- you wudnt mind if i went to a frat party with kristi, wud u? -

- this place is loud!! come see us when you get hre. kristi says its the black house and that becca will no where -

- hope ur having fun with becca! ;) -

- so… -

- im drunk -

- like -

- rlly drunk -

- come say hi!! -

This banter was a combination of drunk, needy, and desperate. Those three things had let to events in the past that did not do Erin's and my relationship a lot of good. She had a tendency to seek solace with anything or anyone that moved on those occasions, and I had little doubt that her newfound lack of confidence wasn't helping much. I showed Becca and she almost jumped when she saw where Erin was.

"Umm, we might want to get over there quick. Good things don't normally come from women visiting the Black House."

"What's the Black House anyway?"

"That's the lacrosse house. They have a bit of a reputation."

'Oh terrific,' I thought to myself, 'this is exactly how this should go. I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.'

Becca and I spoke briefly with Dr. Sommers and told her how much fun we had had and how we'd love to do it again sometime. Lily didn't seem as enthusiastic as we did, but I chalked that up to her not wanting to interfere where she didn't belong, which was a pretty reasonable position to take. Following our quick conversation, Becca and I retraced our steps back to my car and we took off for Becca's school again in a big hurry. Pulling up in the dorm parking lot for the second time that day, I realized that I hadn't even had time to clean up from our earlier tryst. I hoped it wouldn't come back to haunt me.

We made our way to the Black House in a big hurry and saw a couple guys sitting on the porch drinking beer. They had cigars resting in a makeshift ashtray on the railing of near where they were sitting and they wore serious looks on their faces, not at all in keeping with the ethos of the event as near as I could tell. On our way over to the Black House, Becca and I had seen party after party after party and everyone reveling rather than reeling. The sight had actually done me some good, because I assumed that Erin must be doing the same thing. The looks on these guys faces told a completely different story from the rest of campus.




Unconditional Love Ch. 05



Becca spoke first, "hey guys! You guys have a party like everybody else?"

"Fuck off. This party's private."

"All right. Well fuck you to you too. I'm just looking for my sister. She looks like me only less sober."

This elicited a bit of a chuckle from the guys, but their answer didn't change.

"We said fuck off."

"Listen, my roommate is in there too and I have to bring her back to our room. She forgot to call her boyfriend."

"Nobody in this house has a boyfriend, you can trust me on that."

Right about now was when I became legitimately concerned for Erin's safety. I flipped them both off and started to walk further down the sidewalk. When Becca and I were out of sight, we doubled back and headed to the backyard to look for a way in. They weren't the best watchmen ever; we just headed up the back steps and were in a deserted kitchen in no time at all. We heard some commotion going on upstairs, but we were being extra careful, so we moved through the space slowly and guardedly. We got to the foot of the stairs up to the next level and saw the basement steps through a door to the right of the landing. We decided that splitting up was not the way to go here. I grabbed Becca's shoulder and guided her to the landing so we could go up the steps. We took it one stair at a time and spotted the guys on the porch through the window on our left. We heard voices as we reached the top of the stairs, but they sounded echoey and we couldn't see anybody from where we were. We took a right and headed down the long hallway that greeted us when we poked our heads around the corner. I thought it was very strange that we didn't hear any music or any celebration of any kind. Not only strange, but very unnerving to put too fine a point on it.

We explored all the rooms upstairs and didn't find anyone, so now it was off to the basement. I hadn't noticed any other buildings on the lot when we were out back, so I assumed the basement was our last option. We retraced our steps and headed through the door to the basement. We chatted briefly at the top of the basement stairs and decided that trying to be sneaky wasn't going to work here, we'd have to walk in confidently, like we belonged there.

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, we saw what all the commotion was. There was a loud game of beer pong going on in the middle of the basement floor and the table was surrounded by men and women of all shapes and sizes. There were two teams on either side of the table, two men and two women, and judging by the tenor of the crowd they were probably pretty close to the end of the game.

Becca walked in ahead of me and saw someone she recognized right away. She called out to them and walked quickly over to that side of the room. I followed her closely behind and we found that her friend (who I found out later was called Ashley) was due to play in the next game. Looking on the wall, we saw a giant bulletin board with probably 60 names on it laid out in your typical March Madness style. Glancing around the room, I only saw about 25 people so naturally I wanted to know where everybody else was. I took a closer look at the board to see if Erin or Kristi's names were up there. Sure enough, Kristi and Erin's names were up there on two separate lines with the names of two people I didn't recognize next to them, both men's names. I quietly urged Becca to ask her friend if she knew where Erin and Kristi were.

"So have you guys seen these two anywhere?"

The guy that was sitting with Ashley piped up before she could, "who wants to know?"

"I'm her sister and she told me to meet her here, but now I can't find her."

"Who the fuck let you in here?"

"We were invited by Erik."

"Ooooh, so you know Erik?"

To be clear, I didn't know Erik from a hole in the goddamn wall, but if this was going to help me prevent my girlfriend from getting date-raped then Erik was about to be my new best friend.

"Yeah! I met him in the commuter cafeteria last week and he invited me along."

"Nice. I can see why he'd want you over."

The name wasn't one I was familiar with, but as I glanced back up to the names on the wall, Erik's was the one next to Kristi's, so it would probably be an important one to know right about now. I wasn't convinced that this guy chatting up Becca had the best of intentions either judging by how he was continually eye-fucking her as we were speaking. I didn't really have much of a choice to go along with things right that instant, so I kept my mouth shut.

"So what're the rules?"

"You guys are too late to get in on the bracket."

"Oh oh, I didn't mean to play, I just wanted to know what the prizes are. It looks like Erik and Kristi are doing really well, are they gonna win anything?"

"Yeah, you win something all right. Somebody wins something every round. You said she's your sister right?"

"Yeah, she came to visit from another school."

"Oh that's too fuckin' good. Yeah they win something. The winners get to pick something the losers have to do. You should've seen what Erik made your sister do."

That was all I needed to hear. I had to find Erin and fast. I didn't know where to start looking and I didn't know how I was going to get her out of whatever it was she was doing right that second, but I knew I had to do something. I looked around some more in the basement and saw that there were two other rooms just off the main one. The first was clearly a bathroom because people were coming and going from there the whole time we were downstairs. The other room I wasn't sure about, but there was definitely some sound coming from there, but nothing that was loud enough to be able to tell what was up. That was probably the best clue I had had to that point. Only problem with that was, there were two guys sitting on either side of the door and they hadn't let anyone come in or leave since we arrived.

I had an idea that would at least send me in the right direction if it worked, so I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Erin. Right after I sent it, I walked over to the door with two guys outside of it and tried to listen. I didn't hear anything from her phone, but I clearly heard someone say 'oh shit' inside. It didn't sound much like Erin, so I tried again. This time I heard a female voice behind the door say something in an urgent tone and a male voice respond pretty nonchalantly. One of the guys outside the door looked at me when I pulled my phone out again and watched what I was up to.

"Do you need some help, dude? Are you lost?"

"No, I'm just trying to track this girl down. She's my connect and I don't see anybody else getting blunted, so I need her over here."

"Oh shit, that's a good idea. You're gonna hook a brother up, right?"

"She's got enough for everybody in here, I just gotta get her ass outta bed!"

We shared a laugh at this fictional lazy weed dealer's expense, but now I had a good alibi for why I was trying to hard to be near the door. He started to lean in to see the screen on my phone, but I stashed it back in my pocket and told him she isn't answering.

"Why don't you call her up? Let's get ass over here!"

Not a bad plan. I figured I could call her and I might hear something a little more clearly then. I punched up her number and while I didn't hear her ringtone, I did hear the buzz of the phone vibrating. Once I heard that, I also heard that same panicky female voice.

"She says she's at the door upstairs, but those guys on the porch won't let her in. Can you get her down here for me?"

"Nice. Fives on the seat!"

He left hurriedly and I knew I didn't have any more time to think on what to do next. The other guy guarding the door was still there and the jig would be up in no time, so I walked right up to the door and tried to open it.

"The fuck you doin'? The fuck outta here."

I got shoved out of the way when I tried to barge past him, but as I did the door opened a crack and a girl peeked through to talk to the guy left posted at the door. He pointed toward me, I saw the girl's eyes go wide and she shut the door quickly behind her.

I turned toward Becca to see if she had any more ideas.

"Did you notice who that was at the door?"

"No idea, but I bet that's where Becca is."

The guy at the door saw us eyeing the door and whispering conspiratorially and a light must have gone off in his brain because he walked up to me pretty aggressively and asked me what the fuck was up.

"Nothing man. Just trying to figure out where my connect is at."

Just then the two guys from the porch and the other guy guarding the door came down the stairs and looked right at me. It was now or never. I pushed the guy in front of me hard and ran for the door. I swung the door open and saw a scene I wished I never had to see again. Erin was on her back on the bed with another guy standing over her and taking pictures with his phone. She was babbling and having no luck holding her head up for any length of time. She was sick, she was out of it, and she needed help. In the corner of the room, I saw a girl with very little in the way of clothing on trying to cover herself with a blanket. I didn't wait to find out who was who, I didn't hesitate at all, I took a quick look around the room, spotted a three foot high glass bong behind the door and smashed it right on the back of the guy's head. The glass made a tinkling sound as it covered Erin's chest and torso and the guy pitched ass over teakettle right onto the floor next to the bed. Nobody moved for half a beat, especially not the guy who just got knocked over and then silence was broken by one of the guys from the porch.

"Oooooh shit! You got knocked the fuck out!"

The rest of the room laughed at the Friday reference and the girl hiding behind the blanket started yelling and crying. She was crying about how 'he made me do it,' but Becca called bullshit right away and then let everybody know that the cops were on their way. Never have I seen a room empty so quickly. People were literally falling all over each other to get out of that basement.

Becca and I waited patiently for the police to arrive. When they did, they called for an ambulance for both Erin and who we now knew was Erik. Erik had only stirred since I first hit him and I think we were all concerned for his health if not exactly his well-being. Becca and I followed the ambulance to the hospital after we were done giving our info to a campus police officer. When we got to the hospital we were told she was in the ED and I should head over there to see if she's awake yet or not.

We ended up waiting about two hours or so before we could see her, and while we did I was absolutely beside myself. I couldn't believe I almost let something so terrible happen to one of my favorite people in the entire world. I didn't even know what did or didn't happen to her at that point and my imagination was running away with me. I started to get panicky and I couldn't sit still while I waited. I wanted to cry, I wanted to kill something, I wanted to just get even, I didn't even know how. I started rocking back and forth and muttering to myself. I was so terrified about what I would hear next, I just needed somebody to take my hand and tell me to get a grip.

While I tried my hardest to contain the little ball of fury eating away at my chest, Becca was crying continuously and quietly. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and she didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable so she just cried to herself and avoided eye contact with everybody. Every nurse that walked by saw what messes we both were, but nobody stopped to help. I felt like Erin was the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment. I just needed her to be okay and I needed to hear that right this second. I started looking frantically for a doctor to come down the hall and tell us everything would be fine. I jerked my head around looking from end of the waiting room to the other and started rocking back and forth in my seat more rapidly and more urgently. The chaotic waiting room was moving quickly around us too, so much so that I wasn't sure I could handle being in there even one more second. People coming and going, nurses acting like nothing was wrong, don't they understand? Don't they get it?! My girlfriend might've been raped, she might've been poisoned, anything could've happened! Why weren't they paying any attention? Why wasn't anyone fixing this? RIGHT NOW!?!

At that, I felt a hand on mine. It was a delicate hand. One with thin fingers and soft skin. One that felt like an anchor. One that felt like a feather. One that felt like salvation.

"She's going to be okay…okay?"

- Salvation -

"But how do you know?" I mewled.

"I don't. But what else can I tell myself right now? What else can keep my heart from jumping out of my chest? What else can I say that will allow me to think that she's coming back to me as perfect as she was when she left?"

"She was perfect, wasn't she?"

"She probably still is. Just be strong right now, for me okay?"

With that, Becca laid her head on my shoulder and we both cried silently for a time. We were so lost in each other right then that we missed the nurse calling out for us. We didn't even hear her say Erin's name. We kissed. I had never felt so in love.

But I had also never felt so adrift. Or so alone. Nobody could understand my loss right then. Nobody except Becca. God bless her. She let me keep my Erin and she let me keep my sanity. Everything was going to be okay. Everything except Becca.



Unconditional Love Ch. 05



She did not have to go and start saying stupid shit though, like what she said just' before I had stormed out. That was what I was really pissed off the most about, the whole "You should be the one bending over," remark. Every argument we got into lately, she always seemed to bring that into the subject one way or another and I was really getting' fed up with it.

I took the market Frankford line up into Northeast Philly and' got a bus up to the mall and started going in and out of different stores filling out job applications. I was up there for a total of about four hours before I started making my way back home; I wanted a shower and then I was going straight to bed for the night. I had no patience to call her and deal with this' whole topic tonight I was going to have to do it with a clear head.

Right now was definitely not the right time to start arguing with her again. 

By the time' I got back on the bus I was starting to feel bad about the argument with Alison. I sighed, and decided I wanted to fix things as soon as possible, so I whipped out my phone and texted her, asking if she wanted to spend the weekend at my house. To my relief, she texted back a few minutes later saying that she loved me and' she would stay the weekend and maybe we could talk about everything in a more civil manner in the mean time. 

Alison's POV

After all' that he texted me and apologized for the fight we had just gone through. It was just like him to wait a few hours until we had both cooled down and then tell me he was sorry; not like most boyfriends who did not give me time to relax or even themselves' and just made everything worse.

I was grateful for the apology and accepted and that's' when he wrote back asking if I wanted to spend the entire weekend with him at his house. Of course I wanted to and I made it clear how excited I was, but also suggested that we talk about everything while I was there, this time in a more civil manner without all the arguing and stupid drama.

He agreed and that only made me feel even better. 

Around ten o'clock, Christy came home from work and' I fixed us both a couple of cups of hot tea and we sat down at the table to have some girl talk together. I told her about the argument that I had with Mike and what I had said to him about him being the one who ought to bend over and let her fuck him in the ass, seeing as she was the dominant one financially, the one paying for everything.

Christy of course, with her sense of humor, found this absolutely' hysterical which Alison figured she probably would.

"Oh my god," she said trying to breathe. "I can't believe you said that!"

"I know I know I don't have a clue what the hell I was thinking."

"Hahaha, 'you should be the one sucking my cock and bending over like the bitch you are.' That is priceless!"

I laughed shaking my head and folded my hands on the table.

"I talked to him about an hour ago; he apologized for everything that happened. Said after he left he went up to the mall and applied for a bunch of jobs; I guess I really got him shaken up."

"Well hey," Christy said lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag. "At least you got through to him somehow. Are you staying at his house this weekend?"

I nodded my head as she handed me the pack of cigarettes and I lit one of my own and took a long drag. I did not smoke very often, maybe three or four cigarettes total every month and that was all really. Right now though, despite having worked it all out I felt like I could really use a good smoke. 

"I'm just really' frustrated over this whole thing though. I want to be patient, but he's' pissing me off so badly. Not just the anal sex thing either, but not wanting to tell his parents about me too. I mean he can't keep it from them forever you know?"

Christy smiled and stood up patting me on the shoulder and walked to the fridge. She grabbed a beer, popped it open, came back and sat back down across from me again. "Well, I think I might know how you can at least get a piece of that sweet ass of his. Can't help you much with the parent thing though,"

I laughed, taking another drag of my cigarette and shaking my head. I did not care; at this point' anything would do just fine. I would give literally anything just to solve any one of the multiple issues that I was having with Mike. 

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he does want you to fuck him?"

That was a funny thought and I actually laughed and gave her a weird look. What the hell was she smoking, it was obvious he did not want me to do that otherwise he would not have spent this whole year telling me that he was not interested in it; I would have fucked him in the ass long ago if that were the case.

"Just listen," she said and continued explaining. 

"Some people say that if a person refuses to do a specific sexual deed, overly refuses I mean, sometimes it does not mean that they don't want to do it; sometimes it means they do want to do it but their' too nervous to say anything. So why don't you try just seducing him into it; who knows, maybe he does want it and he just doesn't know what to do."

I thought about it for a moment. It seemed a bit unlikely, but Christy had given me good tips in the past and nine times out of ten, she usually always turned out to be right about everything. So the least I could do was give it a try' and take whatever advice my friend had to offer to me about it. 

"Give me a second," she said walking off down the hallway towards her bedroom. I could hear shuffling noises like drawers being opened' and slammed shut and I heard her curse under her breath before emerging from her room with a pink bottle of what appeared to be massage oil. She handed me the bottle and smiled at me, as I examined it and read the details scribbled on the back of it carefully.

What was the point of this anyway, I wondered.

"Try this," she said. "It's actually how I got Ryan to let me fuck him. He was a lot like Mike back then, he wanted it but he never told me he did because he was so damn nervous. So if Mike is anything like Ryan, he'll cave after a nice long back rub with some of this stuff involved."

"I don't see how a back rub is going to make him want my dick in his ass Christy,"

She laughed and put out her cigarette, sitting back down at the table and leaning against the wall behind her. I finished reading the back of the bottle and' set it down on the table and waited for her to continue talking. 

"Here's what you're going to do," Christy said. 

"Wait until after he's done fucking you, then grab the bottle and tell him you want to give him a back rub. When he's' on his stomach start massaging his back and make sure you give it everything, and I mean everything you have. Make this the best massage you've ever given anyone." We both laughed and she continued. 

"The more you rub the more he'll start to get into it; once he's completely absorbed in it move, down a little and start rubbing some on his ass cheeks and massaging him down there to. Then get on top of him slowly and carefully and if he questions you just tell him it is so you can get a better angle and make it feel better. Continue rubbing until you know for sure that he's' not going to notice anything and then start rubbing your cock up against his ass crack. When you know you've got it, seal the deal and make that asshole yours for the taking."

I found the way she explained it to actually' be quite humorous and we both had a good laugh, but I actually did intend to at least give this a shot. If he still refused then like' always I would back off. Because, no matter how sexually frustrated I was, I loved him way to' much to hurt him or try to force him into doing anything at all that I knew he did not want to do.

I would not go by the exact plan that Christy had come up with though. To an extent it would be the same but' I wanted him to realize at a certain point what I was' planning to do because if he realized and did nothing to stop me, it would be a major turn on for me to see that I finally had him where I wanted him.

Plus, if I waited till the last second and just went right in, that might ruin it if he were not well lubricated or loosened up a bit. I re-read the instructions and saw that the oil was not harmful if used as a lubricant, and it was water based so I decided that when I got on top of him I would start fingering his ass.

This would help me loosen him up and' also let me know before I got too far into it, whether or' not he was going to reject me. That way I would not be in for a major disappointment at the last second. 

Friday night would be the night, when I would finally get what I wanted or at least I was hoping that was how it would turn out to be. I called him Thursday night, to tell him I had something special planned for him and that he was really going to enjoy it; hopeful that he would not put two and' two together and tell me right then and there that he was not up for it. 

"Hey baby," I said on the phone.

"Hey," he replied. 

"I can't wait until tomorrow night; can you?"

I heard him chuckle into the phone, he sounded tired but he still sounded happy to hear from me anyway. 

"You bet I can't wait,"

"Mm...I have something really special planned for you tomorrow Mike. You're going to love it to, I promise you that much."

"Oh really,"

I laughed and bit my lower lip while smiling. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock just thinking about it, and I actually found myself reaching down my pants and stroking myself nice and slow to the idea of what I was going to do to Mike tomorrow. I stopped myself short, not wanting to take it too far.

Mike expressed his interest in whatever I had planned, and told me he was really looking forward to it; by the suggestive tone in his voice he knew whatever it was, was something sexual. So long as he had no clue that it was what I was planning to do, I did not care if he knew it was something sexual. 

We hung up the phone and I found my cock was as hard as a rock from just talking to him and thinking about what I wanted to do. I could not wait at all for tomorrow night; it was going to be a lot of fun either way, but even better if everything panned out the way she was hoping that it would.



Unconditional Love Ch. 06



Alison arrived at my house at the exact time she said she would be there. I let her in through the back door and pulled her into my arms, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. I was glad to see her; I was sick of all the arguing' and was looking forward to spending a weekend with her where there would be no drama or fighting. She kissed me back and then pulled away and tossed her bag onto my bed, walking over to it and started to unpack her stuff. 

"Came prepared I see," I joked with her. 

She laughed as she pulled out a pair of pajamas and a couple pairs of day clothes. She brought along a bottle of her own soap and shampoo and what looked like some sort of massage oil. She turned back to face me after she finished unpacking and smiled.

"Well I did say I had something planned,"

That she had, and I had been waiting for it ever since she had said it, wondering what the' hell she was going to do. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked.

"You know I am,"

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, I kissed her back and felt my cock beginning to grow hard in my pants. I could not wait to fuck the hell out of her. I was confused though; just how would this be any different from any other time that we had sex.

She was making it seem like she had something in store that would be unique, but I had no idea what she could possibly do to make that happen.

"Why don't you get undressed and lay down, while I go in the bathroom and freshen up," she said.

"Okay," I replied giving her a quick kiss before she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind her.

I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment, then' pulled my shirt off tossing it to the floor. I followed with my pants, shoes and boxers before collapsing onto the mattress bare ass naked. All that was' left to do now was sit here and wait for her to come out, and for whatever she had planned.

Alison's POV

Once in his bathroom, I set the bag down on the floor and got to work. It was a small bathroom, so I had to be careful not to bang my knee against the sink as I slipped out of my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror, my cock slowly becoming hard at the very thought of what I was about to do to Mike.

I took the time to brush my teeth and apply a little bit of perfume to make sure that I smelled good; I also applied some cherry scented lotion.

The next step was getting dressed to get undressed. I never usually wore lingerie but seeing as this was such a special occasion I figured what the hell. Finally' after only fifteen minutes, I came out of the bathroom to find him sprawled out across his bed, completely naked with his cock already standing at full attention waiting for me.

I smiled, and laughed, thinking this was going to be a lot of fun on both of our ends. Mostly mine though of course.

Mike's POV

I had never seen her look so beautiful in the time that we had been dating, but right now' she was fucking hotter than hell itself. She walked across my room like' she owned the place, crawling into the bed and moving over top of me. 

I could smell that perfume she always wore that I loved and a faint hint of the cherry lotion she knew turned me on every time. She kissed me and I felt my cock straining as we started to make out; I just wanted to fuck her, but she had gone through all this trouble so I was going to put up with the foreplay to.

Through her undergarment's I could feel her own cock pushing against mine, obviously very hard and I knew that we were both sick of just kissing. I flipped her over and tore her panties off, her cock sprang free and I leaned in kissing her on the lips and then making my way down her neck and chest.

I kissed down her chest and stopped to lick one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth and gently biting it; I earned a moan from her and continued making my way down her stomach. Down past her navel to her groin, I groaned at the smell of the cherry lotion as I reached my destination.

I grabbed her cock and' started stroking it, while licking and sucking at her balls and ran my tongue up the length of her erection to the head of the shaft before flicking it with my tongue. She sighed and I continued on, wrapping my lips around her cock and taking her to the back of my throat.

I had grown use to performing oral sex on her by this point, so I really did not have much trouble doing it anymore. I was glad for that though, because it meant I could really go all out on her without having to worry about gagging.

My head bobbed up and down taking her cock in and out of my mouth while playing with her balls with one hand and her tits with the other. She was starting to get into it, thrusting her hips up and down pushing her cock down my throat and I savored the taste, groaning, as my own dick started getting harder. 

I could tell by how fast she was moving her hips and how loud her moaning was starting to get, that she was getting close to her orgasm. She stopped short, pulling her cock from between my lips and shoved me onto my back climbing on top of me and shoving her dick back down my throat. Her balls against my chin and tits hanging over me, I was in heaven in this angle and could not wait to make her cum all over my face.

It felt weird to me that I was willing to do all of this, I even welcomed her doing this to me, yet I still felt uneasy with the idea of taking it in the ass from her.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum," she moaned.

I reached around and' grabbed her ass pulling her cock deeper into my mouth and moaned as I felt her cock twitch and start to shoot cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop as she gasped for air, gripping the headboard as she unloaded her balls in my mouth. When she finished I gasped for air as she pulled her cock from my throat and wiped the head all over my lips, before moving down and kissing me and' now it was my turn to take control.

I flipped over on top of her, spreading her legs and moving in so that my erection was' pressed up against her ass crack. She sighed as I captured her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth while probing her ass for a few minutes before pushing the head carefully in for just a second.

She grunted as I pushed in and stayed there for a moment then pulled back out and pushed back in again. I remained inside of her this time, and started pushing inch by inch into her ass until I was' buried up to the balls inside of her.

Alison moaned, digging her nails into my back as I started out nice and slow wanting to take my time; I wanted to make this last as long as possible. 

I started thrusting in and out, nice and' slow both of us moaning in pleasure as I felt her cock starting to get hard again from the prostate stimulation. As I felt her breathing become faster and heard her moans getting louder, I began to pick up the pace thrusting in and out a little faster and the bed started to creak underneath of us.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her and I started really getting into it now thrusting in and out with great speed. I was fucking her with long hard strokes, flesh slapping against flesh.

We were starting to sweat now and I could feel my heart rate picking up moving faster and faster as I started to feel myself getting close to Cumming. I stopped, and pulled out not wanting it to end that soon. She must have got the hint because she pulled me in to kiss her on the lips and we just made out for a few seconds before she rolled over onto her hands and knees and I resumed fucking her.

I pushed right back into her, easier this time than the first time and gripping her by the hips I started pounding her ass now.

Again, I felt the pressure in my balls starting to build up and I knew I was about to cum, when she pulled away from me and I slipped out of her ass. She pushed me onto my back and I groaned in disappointment, but she made it clear there was nothing to be upset about when she mounted me and guided my cock back into her again.

She was riding me now, bouncing up and down on my hard cock, grabbing at her tits and moaning my name. 

Her body went into a fit of spasms suddenly and her throbbing dick began to spew a load of cum all over my chest and my face, and that was enough to throw me over the edge as I gasped for air and started to cum,

I moaned, thrusting upwards deep into her asshole and started pumping her full of my' cum until I had nothing left to pump and she collapsed on top of me.

We were both out of breath now and covered in sweat, as we lay together for a few long minutes before she lifted herself up off my cock and dropped down on the mattress at my side. As my breathing began to return to normal, she propped herself up on her elbow and started tracing circles around my nipples with her finger while smiling at me.

"That was fun," I said.

"Did you like the lingerie?"

"Of course; it was sexy."

"I'm glad,"

"So was that your big surprise? I know you've never worn it before."

She smiled and laughed, turning over and grabbing the bottle of massage oil off the nightstand. I had all but forgotten about that, but now' I recalled her taking it out of her bag with her other stuff when she had first arrived about an hour ago. She turned back over and popped the lid open and motioned for me to roll over onto my stomach for her.

"I wanted to try my hand at giving you a little massage; I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," I replied. "No harm in a good back rub,"

If only I had a clue what she really had up her sleeves.

Alison's POV

So far so good, I thought to myself as he rolled over onto his stomach and I smiled seductively; he could not see that smile though' which was fine by me. 

I had to say though, I was quite tired from the fucking he had just given me; it had been one hell of a ride quite literally. I had already gotten off twice in one night; but my dick was still so anxious to get a taste of his asshole. I wanted this more than anything my night would not be over until I got it.

With Mike on his stomach, I proceeded to get over top of him and poured a large amount of the oil all over his back. I smiled as he jumped in surprise and laughed; it must have been cold, I probably should have warned him. No big deal though, he seemed to find it funny which made me laugh along with him. I took in the sight of his ass, and what a lovely sight it was. 

I set the bottle down on the nightstand and started rubbing it into his skin, moving my hands slowly up and down his back and in a circular motion. This was my first time giving anybody a back rub, but judging by the sigh of relief he gave me, I figured it was safe to say I was doing it right.

Up and down' I worked my hands across his back, pushing and rubbing and realized just how tense he actually was. It must have been all the stress of the' arguments we had been having lately; I knew they were upsetting to him even though most of them were started because of him. I did not mean to sound like a bitch thinking that way, but it was the damn truth really.

I put that thought aside though; tonight was supposed to be a good night, this weekend was supposed to be a good weekend. Most of the fights we had were over anal sex, so hopefully' tonight would put an end to all those stupid arguments. I continued massaging his back and I moved my hands over to his shoulders and started rubbing them for a few seconds.

I pulled one hand away reaching for the oil and applying more to his shoulders before continuing to work it in. I felt his muscles which had started' off quite tense, begin to relax and I knew I must have been doing a really' good job because he was really starting to relax a lot. 

"You like that?" I asked.

"Mm," he moaned. "It feels good; your' doing a great job."

I took that as a compliment, it was a boost in self-confidence for me and I continued rubbing as I felt my cock starting to get hard. Not rock hard, but I' was definitely getting a little bit of a semi-erection where a few seconds ago I had been almost completely flaccid. I worked my way from his shoulders back down to his upper back for a few moments and then after putting on some more oil I worked down to his lower back and he groaned.

I could feel he was really' tense there, his muscles seemed like they were all in knots and I wasted no time trying to work them out for him. In a circular motion, I moved my hands applying just the right amount of pressure and I felt the knots begin to loosen as his body relaxed more and more.

So far, the plan was working perfectly; he was becoming entranced in my attempt to make him feel good in a' none sexual manner and that was exactly what I had wanted. 

Mike shifted slightly and I jumped in surprise, hoping he had not caught on to soon and that he was not about to put a stop to my attempt to get a piece of ass. I relaxed when I realized he was just trying to get into a slightly more comfortable position and we resumed my massage therapy right away. 

I started working on his arms not, moving my hands up and down them and he sighed in relief as I did. Besides using this as a way to get what I wanted, as Christy had suggested, I was actually enjoying making him feel good.

I knew he was a hard worker at school and I knew he was the kind of person who usually was affected physically by stress so it made me happy to see that I could help take away some of that physical stress just by giving him a massage.

I was going to have to thank Christy big time later on,

It was fun, but now was the time to take it the next step forward; I could not dilly' dally around like this forever. Eventually, no matter how good it felt, Mike was going to want to get up so I had to move quickly. I applied more oil rubbing it into the center of his back and moving my hands up and down trying not to get to frantic with it for fear of not doing such a good job anymore. 

Then slowly, I moved my hands down his back to his ass cheeks as Christy had suggested and I started massaging his cheeks. I expected some sort of negative reaction; this was the moment of' truth after all.

I received no negative reactions though, and took that as a sign that things just might go in the direction I was hoping they were going to go. I continued massaging his ass cheeks and moved one hand back up to his back again rubbing his back and his ass at the same time; Mike sighed and I smiled to myself as I started to get really' aroused.

I wondered if he was catching on by this point or not, it would be a major turn on if he knew what I was trying to do and did nothing to stop it but I would take it however' I could get it as long as I could get it.

After a few more minutes of steadily rubbing his ass and his back' I decided it was time to move forward even further. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves; it would do me no good if he was willing to let me fuck him but my anxiety prevented me from getting hard enough to do the deed. 

I moved forward some and sat on his legs, my cock which had gotten a lot harder in the last minute and a half was now less than an inch or two away from the object of its' desire.

I moved both hands back up to his back and continued rubbing him up there and every couple of seconds I moved up a little more, my cock becoming closer to his asshole. He must have sensed what I was doing by now as I felt the muscles in his back begin to tense up again, but he offered no real sign of resistance; not yet anyway.

Now was the time, I thought, as I moved forward just a little more and leaned over him, my breasts against his back and my cock now resting against his ass crack. I knew he knew what I was doing now, as he gripped the pillow and I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Relax," 

I started kissing him on the neck trying to help calm his nerves as my cock probed his asshole and I felt myself getting harder by the second. I was so close to finally getting what I wanted and despite the fact that he clearly knew' what I was doing by now, he was doing nothing to try and' stop me.

I kissed, licked and gently bit at his neck, sucking at it leaving a little hickey in the place of my lips. All the while, I gently probed his asshole with my cock for a few moments just to make it clear to him what I was going to do and to let him know he was running out of time to try and stop me. 

When I was certain he was not going to stop me, I lifted away from him and reached over to the nightstand grabbing the bottle of lube and taking a deep breath. I popped the cap open and hesitated for a moment; I wanted to make sure he did not feel as though I were pushing him into this.

I would feel bad in the long' run if I found out later that he only did it because he felt like it would start another argument if he said no.

"Are you sure you want to do this," I asked. 

"Yeah...yeah, it's okay."

"Really' your' not just saying that because you don't want to fight, right?"

There was a moment of silence and he sighed, trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm positive," he said. "I'm curious; I want to see what it feels like."

That was good enough for me, and I turned the bottle upside down squirting a large glob of lube all over his tight virgin asshole. He jumped in surprise at the cold fluid as he had done earlier when I first applied the massage oil. 

I carefully rubbed the lube in and slowly inserted my index finger into his asshole, pushing it all the way in to the knuckle and rubbing his prostate gland. He jumped again as I touched the gland and I waited to make sure he was alright before continuing; I was just trying to get him ready. If anything, the one thing that worried me most was the size of my cock.

Being his first time, I hoped that it would not cause too much pain, both because I knew it would cut our session short and because I did not want to cause him any kind' of harm. 

Mike's POV

I was a bit shocked at what was going on right now, more shocked at myself that I was allowing it to take place at all; every time she had attempted this in the past I had rejected the idea. She must have been afraid I was only doing it to avoid arguing, because she had stopped to make sure I was okay with it.

I was okay with it; that was the scary part. I was not doing this so we would not fight, the god honest' truth was that back massage had really turned me on and the feeling of her sitting on my legs with her cock up against my ass had actually gotten me kind of curious and a lot more aroused. Now as I felt her slowly insert her finger, I felt the anxiety begin to kick in and the urge to push her off and change my mind.

I ignored it though because I really did want to try this; I could not always turn her away. Life was full of surprises, or at least they said, for all I knew I could end up enjoying myself if I would only open up and allow myself to try this. 

I jumped in surprise, something felt really' weird; like a burning sensation in my cock almost like' I had to piss. She must have been touching my prostate gland; I had heard all about that part of the male body.

When it came to sexual activity, if it was stimulated properly it could supposedly spark an orgasm more powerful than an ordinary one and quite similar to the kind that you could trigger in a female by playing with their G-spot.

I wondered if all' of that was really' true or if it was just a load of bullshit. She continued rubbing me in that spot though and suddenly I was starting to think maybe it was not a load of bullshit at all; I moaned and felt my cock getting really' hard extremely fast. Back and forth, she rubbed my gland and I gripped the pillows tightly biting my lower lip at the sensation. 

She pulled her index finger out just slightly, and I was about to groan in disappointment but I relaxed when I felt her push back into me only this time it felt different. I felt my asshole being' stretched and I realized that she had pushed her finger back into me but it was not just one finger anymore, this time it was two fingers.




Unconditional Love Ch. 06



I guessed she was trying to get me ready for the size of her cock; that's' when I remembered just how big she actually was. 

I'd' had trouble the first time I had performed oral sex on her, trying to suck her off without constantly gagging on her. If I had that much of a hard time just doing that, what was it going to be like the first time that she tried to fuck me in the ass, 

Not nearly as painful as I was thinking it would be, I hoped. 

Alison's POV

I moved both fingers in and out of his ass, actually picking up speed a little when I noticed he had moaned a couple of times. If I could get him off just by finger fucking his ass that would be great, and I laughed at the idea of it as I started pretty much thrusting my fingers in and out of him. I slowed down just a little though remembering that my main objective was to stretch him out enough to fit my cock into him, not to get him off just yet.

I pulled my fingers out and applied extra lube before sliding them back in, and this time I slowly and carefully worked a third finger into him as well. I smiled, relieved that he did not seem to be in any immediate pain or discomfort; I figured if he could handle three fingers all the way to the knuckles, then he could probably handle my big fat cock too.

It was time to move forward, it was time for me to finally' get what I had wanted for so long. I slowly removed all three of my fingers and generously added a third shot of lube to his ass and applied more to my cock, which by now was so hard it was almost painful.

I ran my hands up and down my back making sure he remained as calm as possible; if his anxiety got to high it might cause a bit of a problem in the long run, and we did not want that. 

"You ready?"

"Yeah...yeah I think so. Just be gentle okay; I'm really kind of nervous."

"I know," I said leaning in and kissing me on the back of the neck. "I know."

I positioned myself over his ass, probing him with the head of my cock and felt myself getting really excited. I lowered myself down, my body weight pressing him into the mattress as I began to push my cock into his asshole. He tensed up some, then' did his best to relax and I felt the tip of my shaft pop into his virgin asshole.

He took a sharp breath of air and held it in as I pushed another half inch into his bum and he gripped the sheets pulling hard at them.

I waited for a few moments, worried that maybe I had not used enough lube but he relaxed just slightly and I took a moment or two before easing another inch into him. All in' all, I seemed to be sliding right in without much of an issue which told me I probably had used the right amount of lubrication. 

Mike sighed as he felt me push in, inch by inch and I bit my lip moaning in pleasure until I could feel my balls pressing against him. I was all the way inside now, deep within his asshole, which was no longer a virgin.

"You okay?" I asked a little out of breath.

"Y-Yeah," he replied.

"Okay. Try to relax alright' you might feel like you have to pee. That's' normal, and so is the panic you might feel like you have to have a bowel movement. Normally, it's just a feeling, but let me know if you really feel like you have to go and I'll stop."

"O-Okay," he said nervously. 

Confident that he was alright' from this point, I withdrew my cock just a few inches and thrust right back into him. He jumped in surprise and grunted as I did so, and I pulled back again and repeated the same move.

Again, he grunted and again I repeated the same action. I continued repeating that action, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in and doing it again and' again for about a minute and a half.

Then, I grabbed him by the hips, pulling him up onto his hands and knees and started thrusting in and out of him with longer and harder strokes. This was it, this was what I had wanted for so long now, and it felt just as good as I had always thought it was.

Deep inside his tight asshole, I was in exactly the place I had wanted to be since the first time we had fucked. I noticed that he was starting to push back against my cock, his ass meeting my thrusts and I realized that he was getting into it now; that made it even more enjoyable for me. To know that he was' liking it made it feel even better where I would have only enjoyed it partly had I thought that he was just doing it for my sake. 

I picked up the pace more, slamming in and out of his ass now, my tits bouncing as I did and both of us moaning together. We were starting to sweat, and I could feel my cock starting to swell up inside of his ass.

I did not want to cum yet though; hell, I had waited months for this to happen and I did not want it to end faster than it had taken to get to this point. I slowed down just a little bit, to prevent myself from ejaculating to soon and I moaned as Mike squeezed his ass around my cock; definitely not helping.

I laughed and gave him a slap on the ass and he grunted pushing back against me again. I started thrusting again, harder this time then the first time and I knew I was not going to be able to hold it for much longer. Might as well enjoy it while I can, I thought.

Mike's POV

Alison was really fucking me hard and fast, and what I found shocking was that I was absolutely loving it; why had I waited this long to do this. There were a few discomforts involved, such as the urge to piss like' she had warned me and an occasional sharp pain when she dove into me with too much force behind it, but other than that I was really getting into it.

She reached around and grabbed hold of my cock, stroking it just as hard and as fast as she was fucking my ass and I moaned louder. I only hoped that nobody upstairs could hear what was going on. All the moaning on my part my raise a few eyebrows if they did notice. 

I felt her cock swelling up inside of me and I knew that it was almost over, but not before' I reached my peak. I felt my body go into a fit of spasms, strange to think about because I had just made her do the same thing no less than an hour ago and now here I was on the receiving end. My entire body shook and I moaned louder and louder, I ended up having to bury my face in my pillow to muffle the sounds so as not to draw attention from upstairs.

Alison laughed, slapped me on the ass again and bit her lip as she felt my body trembling from the force of my orgasm. 

"Oh shit," she moaned. "I'm going to cum!"

She pulled out and flipped me over onto my back, and started stroking her cock; she was going to cum on my face, but I wanted her to cum inside of me.

"No," I said. "I want it inside me," 

She laughed, "Well aren't we a little slut."

She lifted my legs up and pushed her cock back into my asshole, all the way to the balls and a few short thrusts and she buried herself deep inside and exploded. I could feel the warmth of her cum filling me up and I sighed as my own cock erupted, shooting my' cum all over my stomach and chest.

It looked like a fountain as my semen shot straight up into the air and came down landing all over me, some of it even got on the pillow under my head.

As her orgasm subsided, Alison collapsed on top of me, we were both exhausted, covered in sweat and struggling to catch our breath.

What an experience it had been; I still had no idea why I had been so against the idea of her fucking me for all this time. If I had known it would feel that good, I probably would have let her do it months ago probably the day we had gone to her parents for that BBQ she would have had her chance at fucking my ass.

She slowly pulled out of me now and I felt so empty; like my asshole was wide open just waiting for something to be' pushed back into it, and it was the strangest feeling I had ever had. She dropped down onto her side next to me and draped her arm across my chest.

I laughed and turned my head slightly to give her a kiss on the forehead. I could feel her cum dripping out of me and my asshole was actually starting to get a little sore. I could only imagine how it was going to feel in the morning; maybe a nice hot shower when I woke up would help reduce the discomfort I was sure I would end up feeling in a few hours.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling for a long time, Alison had already fallen asleep and soon enough I had as well. The last thing I remember thinking about before I drifted off, was how much I looked forward to doing it again. Even more so, I could not wait until we went down the shore. An entire week with a room of our own,

How else would we spend it, but fucking each other in the ass every night. 

Alison's POV

The weekend came and went; Mike and I repeated the actions of Friday night at least several times more after that first time. I could tell he was really starting to like it, because every time we did it he always came harder than the previous time. As for me, well I was in heaven; it was everything I had always figured it would be and on top of that' it had been so long since I had fucked a guy in the ass that it just felt great to be able to do it again.

I loved being' topped by Mike, sure, but I missed being the dominant one in the bed.

It was good to be back in that role again. Monday morning, Mike and I woke early and took a shower together before getting dressed and making out way to classes for the day. We hung out at lunch and after the day came to an end I drove him home and then made my way back to my own apartment, to share the details with Christy who I was sure was waiting to hear all about it. 

I found out just how right I was when she gave me a huge hug and prepared us both some coffee. We sat down at the kitchen table, laughing and joking as I started to tell her everything that Mike and I had done Friday night and throughout the course of the entire weekend.

"I have to say Christy; your idea worked fucking amazingly."

She laughed and reached across the table giving me a hug, "I told you it would didn't' I? I'm just glad everything went well."

"Me too, I have to find a way to pay you back though,"

"Oh don't be stupid now, it's no big deal."

"No seriously, I really want to; what can I do to pay you back?"

She smiled and leaned back in her chair with a seductive look on her face and I almost regretted having brought it up to her. I kind' of had a feeling I knew what she was going to say, though I did not know for sure.

"Well you know, listening to you describe how good of a fuck it was has gotten me really horny. I would love a chance to see how tight his ass is for myself I think."

"Um...you want to fuck my boyfriend?"

"No," she laughed. "We could have a threesome; I would never just walk up and fuck him and be able to feel alright about it knowing how awkward it would be for you Allie."

That made me feel a little better, for a second there I had been ready to pounce across the table and smack her across the face for having even suggested such a thing. When I said anything, I did not mean that I would let her have at it with my boyfriend; if I was there though, I guess that was a different story.

I'd' had a few threesomes with Christy in the past with our boyfriends so it would not really be anything new to me. 

"I suppose," I said. "How about when' we go down the shore?"

"Hmm...sounds like a good time to me. I'll let you guys have a few nights to yourselves though, we can do it towards the end of the vacation." 

I agreed, thinking how I had been looking forward to a few good nights without any interruptions where we could just fuck each other's brains out. Thinking about a threesome with my best friend and my boyfriend gave me a huge erection, but I wanted time with just Mike and me as well.

It was agreed though; of course I would not say anything to Mike about it, not until the actual incident was about to occur anyway. I was pretty' sure that if I had him nice and turned on beforehand then he would not offer any protest. 

If he thought' my dick was bigger than his, wait until he got' to see how big Christy was.



Unconditional Love Ch. 07



After that night when Alison and I finally crossed the line, things started to look up quite a lot for the two of us. I was happy to have allowed her to do what she had done, I had no regrets and obviously, she was satisfied with the outcome as well. 

In the few short weeks that had gone by since that night, we had been fucking like rabbits almost every other night, we' would go at it left and right. Sometimes I would fuck the hell out of her and other times I would be more then' happy to bend over and let her pound my ass until I came all over the place.

It took a while for me to adjust to the hardcore poundings that she seemed to enjoy giving me, but I was definitely getting into it by now. 

The week where we were going down the shore had finally arrived though, and I was pretty' excited for a number of reasons. Getting out of the city was one of them and getting time away from classes was an even bigger reason then' that. 

Mostly, the idea of an entire week alone in a motel room with Alison really turned me on and I knew we were going to have loads of fun. 

It was Sunday morning, we were leaving in just a few short hours and we were just trying to get everything in order. Jamie had come over to my house, her car had broken down so I offered to let her drive out there with me; yes, that's' right drive with me. I finally got my driver's license, which means that Alison no longer has to drive me everywhere.

I'm' also in the works of getting an actual job, which I should hear back about by the time we get back from the shore. Anyway, Alison would be driving out in her own car with Christy and Jamie and I would be in my car. It was around noon when I helped Allie load the last of her luggage into her car and the last of my own into my vehicle and now it was time to get on the move. 

"So your sure you know how to get there," Alison asked me.

"I'm positive," I replied. 

She laughed as I leaned against the car door and she moved closer to me, kissing me lightly on the lips. It started as a simple kiss but right away, we were getting a bit more passionate about it until Christy cleared her throat trying to catch our attention. We both laughed, glancing over at Christy who had a suggestive grin on her face as she ducked into the front passenger seat of Alison's car.

"I'll be fine," I assured her. 

"Okay then...I'll see you out there,"

One more kiss goodbye, and Alison climbed into the driver's seat of her car turning the engine on and slowly backing out of my driveway and heading down the street. I was waiting on Jamie who was using the bathroom, before we could actually head out as well. I got in the car and started it up, flicking through the stations on the radio looking for 933 WMMR and some good rock music to blast during our drive.

I looked up just in time to see Jamie coming out of the garage, smiling at me as she walked towards the car. Once she was in, seat belt on and the door shut tight behind her I set about backing out of the driveway and starting our trip out to Wildwood, New Jersey.

"Hungry?" I asked. 

"Yeah a little," Jamie replied.

I was considering stopping off at Wawa before we hit the bridge over into Jersey, neither of us had eaten anything so far today and I hated making long trips on an empty stomach. I followed my grumbling digestive system and within five minutes' we were' parked outside the closest restaurant heading inside to get ourselves a couple sandwiches.

Once we had everything we needed, we were back in the car again. I sat there a few minutes while we ate our food and talked about how much fun we were hoping to have while on vacation. As soon as I had finished eating, I got out of the car to throw my trash out and got back in turning on the engine and continuing to make my way towards the bridge. 

"So how have things been with you and Alison?"

It had been a while since I had talked to Jamie about the complications of my relationship with Allie mostly because the majority of those complications seemed to be gone. Sure, we had the issue with me wanting to try anal sex, but I never really confided a lot in Jamie about that. Maybe once or twice, but I definitely did not make it a habit, it just seemed too awkward for that. 

"We've been better actually," I replied. "Things are looking really good."

She smiled, taking a swig of her soda and glancing back over at me. For some reason I knew what she was going to ask before the words even left her mouth, and I laughed shaking my head waiting for her to pop the question.

"So? Have you guys tried it yet?"

She was talking about the anal; the few times we had spoken about it, I could tell she found it funny but not in the sense where she was making fun of me. More so in the sense that the idea of me bending over and getting' fucked in the ass by a girl who had a bigger dick then me sounded funny to her. 

"Yes," 

"Oh my god, that's crazy! How was it, did you like it?"

"Jamie...your making me feel' like a fucking girl who just lost her virginity."

"Well you might not be a girl, but you got the virginity part right," she laughed.

I couldn't' help but laugh as well as I tried to focus on driving up the on ramp onto the bridge and fumbling around in my pocket for the two dollar toll that they would charge me once we got to the other end of the bridge. In my distraction from our laughter, I forgot they only charge you when you are heading back into Philadelphia. 

"Yes, I enjoyed it Jamie; honestly I uh...don't know why I waited so long."

She giggled, "Well, how big is her um...you know. If you don't mind me asking,"

"Oh," I said trailing off for a moment. "She's maybe about eight inches,"

"Holy shit Mike...you can take all that?"

"Let's just say it was uncomfortable the first few times. I adjusted though."

She shrugged her shoulders, still smiling as she must have been thinking some sick perverted thoughts, but I simply laughed and ignored it, continuing to focus on the drive. We fell silent after that and I turned up the radio a bit as an old AC/DC song came on, "Highway to hell," one of my favorites. With the windows rolled down, air blasting into the car, speeding down the highway with my best friend sitting next to me this vacation already kicked ass and we weren't' even in Wildwood just yet. 

Jamie's POV

We'd' gone a few minutes without talking now; Mike turned up the radio as Highway to Hell by AC/DC came on. I knew it was always one of his favorite songs and I laughed remembering how many times he had sung it at the top of his lungs in the hallways at school just for the hell of it.

I guess he had thought that I found the majority of what we had been talking about to be funny. Truth be' told I did, I won't lie, but some of it I just laughed so he wouldn't' see how weird I felt about it; and I do feel weird about it too. Not because I don't' like Alison, she's' a great girl and I can see she really makes him happy. I don't' know why honestly; these feelings were new to me.

I had only recently started to feel like I wanted to be around Mike all the time, but I chalked it up to the fact that he was my best friend and I hadn't' really been seeing a whole lot of him lately. I figured I just missed him, It felt different as the days all went by though, like every day I felt like I missed him more and more.

Then every time I saw him with Alison, I started to feel this feeling in the pit of my stomach, like nervousness or something. Was I starting to feel jealous? No, there was no fucking way. I was NOT that type of girl, the kind of girl who obsessed over a girl who had a girlfriend that made him happy and then eventually would let it ruin our friendship all together.

I was really' good friends with Allie too, I didn't' want to lose my friendship with Mike or Allie because it would hurt to have that happen.

So I couldn't' have a romantic relationship with Mike; so what? As long as I still had him as my friend, that was all I really cared about I suppose. 

Still, the idea of him sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass when I had spent so many nights in our high school years fantasizing about him fucking my wet pussy; it just seemed really weird to think about. He seemed like he enjoyed it though, so that was the most important part I guess. 

Alison's POV

We had arrived in Wildwood about ten minutes ago, and I hadn't' heard anything from Mike or Jamie just yet. Not that I was worried or anything, it just meant that Christy and I had time to hang out by ourselves and discuss the so' called "Plan" for this week before Mike arrived. So' we drove up to the nearest ramp leading onto the boardwalk and I parked the car, we got out and walked up onto the boards.

The cool ocean air felt great and it smelled great too, the sound of the seagulls and the tramcars were so familiar. It had been a few years since I had been down here last and I was really' happy to be back.

We decided to stop and get a snack and talk about what we planned to do while we were eating; it was Christy's idea and I was up to it. We stopped in a small shop that was famous for their funnel cake, ordered two cakes and a couple of sodas and sat down at a table. As relieved as she was to be down the shore, I could see just by looking at her that Christy's main' focus was our little agreement.

Hell, she hadn't' stopped talking about it since she asked me and I had said yes, it was kind of starting to bug me but at the same time I was just as excited as her.

"So, does he know?" Christy asked me. I shook head smiling, and leaned across the table. 

"He has no idea; wasn't sure how to ask him. I don't know if he'd' find it weird or if he would be totally cool with it or what, but I didn't want to chance getting into some kind of argument if I asked him."

"So what are we going to do?"

I thought for a few seconds and leaned back against my chair. To be honest, I hadn't' come up with a plan just yet. Other then the obvious that is; the obvious being that Christy wanted to have a threesome with me and Mike and that I was okay with the idea. We just had to establish how we were going to lean Mike into going along with it without him flipping out or anything. 

"I'm fairly confident he'll be cool with it; he's adjusted to me fucking him, and I've seen him looking at you a few times. I think he'll go along."

Christy laughed blushing and I looked under the table and could see the lump in her pants from the outline of her penis. I chuckled, shaking my head and continued.

"I say we wait until we're all drinking and kind of just seduce him or whatever; sound like a plan?"

"He's your boyfriend," Christy said. "Whatever your' comfortable with,"

I liked the idea, and I was definitely sure that he wasn't' going to lose his cool over it or anything. He might be a bit confused at first and would probably be wondering if I were pulling some kind of test on him, but once he realized I wanted it too, I was sure he'd' be cool. 

After we finished up, we made our way back to the parking lot and sat in the car for a little while continuing to talk. I wanted to know what exactly Christy wanted to do to my boyfriend, not out of jealousy or because I might say no to any specific things.

I actually found the idea of her doing certain things to him to be quite arousing.

"So tell me, what do you want to do to him?" I asked outright.

"Oh if only you knew,"

We both laughed as girls do when talking about that sort of thing of course it differed from typical girl talk because unlike most chicks we had dicks.

"Firstly I want a piece of that sweet ass of his you keep telling me about all the time. Then I was looking forward to a little bit of oral action, maybe we could double team him; I'll take him from behind and you can shove your cock down his throat and we'll switch it up."

I felt my cock stir in my pants just thinking about it; all the times I had been sucked off by Mike and the few times I had fucked his ass since he handed it over to me a few weeks ago, I always loved everything we did together. The idea of having someone else thrown in the mix though, that really turned me on quite a lot.

"I like it," I replied, smiling at her. 

Just then, my phone beeped signaling that I had a text message. I pulled it out of my purse and the message was from Mike telling me that he and Jamie were about five minutes outside of Wildwood and would meet Christy and me at the motel in at least another twenty minutes or so. 

"Their almost here," I said starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot. I started driving towards the motel, I figured I might as well get us all checked in at the office so that when Mike and Jamie arrived we could just make our way straight to the rooms and start unpacking.

When we got there' I saw Joe's car was already in the parking lot, he must have gotten there a while ago but he had said that he would be leaving earlier then we would be. 

Sure enough, I found Joe sitting outside the office smiling at us as we approached him and he greeted us. He and Christy stayed outside to talk while I made my way into the office to the front desk. I told the guy at the desk my name and once he looked me up in their system all I had to do was provide my state ID as proof of who I was and pay and I received the key to the room that me and Mike would be staying in for the week.

Now it was just a matter of getting my luggage upstairs to our room and unpacking. 

Mike's POV We pulled into the parking lot of the motel to find everyone standing outside the office just talking and seemingly having a good time already. Jamie and I got out of the car and walked over to them Alison greeted me with a kiss on the lips and flashed the motel room key in front of me. 

"I've been looking forward to this vacation for weeks," she said in somewhat of a seductive voice.

I kissed her again and she handed me the key, smiling at me.

"Me too," I replied. "Let's get all our stuff in there okay?"

I popped the trunk open and we pulled out my suitcase before Jamie got her stuff as well. Then I helped Allie get her case out of her car and we made our way up the stairs to the third floor. We were in room 302 a one' bed apartment with a small bathroom and' kitchen area. Not a bad looking place and the room was ice cold as whoever stayed there last had left the air conditioner running.

That was fine though, it felt great considering how hot it was currently outside, almost one hundred degrees to be exact. Alison and I plopped our suitcases up onto the bed and started unpacking all of our things, and a few minutes later Christy came into the room moving about as her usual bubbly self. 

"Your bathroom is bigger than mine," she said trying to start a conversation. 

"Don't feel bad, you have something that's bigger then what I have," Allie joked and they both started laughing like a couple of school' girls. I just shook my head, with a smirk on my face. 

"Listen, once we're all unpacked do you guys want to head up to the boards?"

"Oh, yeah of course," Allie said. "First I think we might catch a nap and then take a shower before we get moving though. We'll meet you guys up there."

"Okay, sounds great. Then I'll see you there," 

I noticed the seductive manner in Christy's voice and' also the odd look that she gave me as she walked towards the door and brushed past me. She seemed to take her time moving by me, and with me backed up against the dresser with the TV on it, her butt rubbed up against my crotch and I felt my cock begin to stir. I shook my head as she walked out the door and left Alison and I to our selves.

"What was that about," I asked.

"What's that?"

"Oh, I don't know; the tone in her voice."

Allie suddenly had a bit of an odd manner about her, turning her back on me and shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh, nothing..."

"Nothing huh," I said coming up behind her. I grabbed her from behind and lifted her up off her feet, she squealed as I did and I spun her around and tossed her onto the bed where she started laughing hysterically. I jumped on top of her, tickling her and' her laughter became even more uncontrollable, her eyes tearing up and I laughed with her. 

"That's enough," she begged.

"Tell me what you two girls are planning first,"

"No!" she laughed and I continued my tickle assault. 

"Okay, okay fine!" she shouted.

I sat back, stopping my assault and she sighed' still laughing and very much out of breath, She wiped the tears away and sat up running a hand through her hair and I waited' patiently for her to speak; my hands were ready to move back to her sides at any given moment if she did not follow through and tell me. 

"You have to promise not to freak out or anything," she said becoming more serious now, but she still had that faint smile on her face. 

"I promise."

"Okay well...see...um..."

I jumped and she jumped in surprise expecting me to continue tickling her, but it had just been my attempt at startling her into continuing and she laughed slightly as I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. 

"Christy...wanted us to have a threesome,"

Well I hadn't' expected that; but I did not really know why she thought I would get mad either. Sure, the idea was a little...weird. Random too, but not something I would freak out about. 

"Why would I get mad about that?"

"I don't know," she replied. "Cause it might be weird for you?"

I laughed and plopped down on the bed beside her, arms behind my head staring up at the ceiling. I started thinking about it, the whole idea. Me Allie Christy, and' a bed all to ourselves having a threesome. How would something like that turn out; I had the chance to do whatever I wanted with two women that were absolutely' fucking beautiful. Who would pass that up?

"Okay," I said. 

"Okay?"

"Yeah, why not,"

She seemed surprised she leaned on her elbow smiling down at me. 

"Why are you so quick to agree?"

"Oh I don't know," I said. "Something about getting it on with two hot chicks at once really just gets me horny as shit."

She laughed, and lay down beside me, her head against the soft pillow and we became quiet for a moment. Something told me I was about to find out that it would not be done exactly the way I thought it probably would be. 

"You do realize...you're the one who's going to get fucked in this right,"

Yeah, I figured something like that was coming. Still, the idea was somewhat thought provoking and not entirely something that ruined it for me. 

"Okay...so what? How's it going to be?"

"How's it going to be?"

I laughed and propped myself up on both elbows. 

"You know...bend me over and fuck my ass while the other one shoves their dick down my throat?"

She seemed amused at my attempt to make humor out of this situation. Really, I was a bit nervous and wondering if that really was what they intended to do a full on roast so to speak. 

"I don't know...if that's what you want," 

"More like if that's what you girls want..."

I noticed the bulge in her pants and I knew that talking about this was probably turning her on. I smiled, leaning in and kissing her on the lips while running my hand down her stomach and over her groin teasing her cock through the fabric of her pants. Then I ran my hand back up and under her shirt to her breasts, fondling each breast and then moving back down once more to her groin and rubbing at her dick.

She moaned, leaning back into the soft bed and I moved over so I was practically on top of her and started kissing her more passionately. I groaned as she slid her tongue into my mouth and my own cock started to get really' hard as well. I knew what I wanted,

I undid her pants, pulling them along with her underwear down and her hard cock popped free, standing straight up at full attention. With me pretty much on top of her now, I pulled my shirt off and continued kissing her on the lips then started kissing her all over her neck.




Unconditional Love Ch. 07



I pulled her shirt off as well and undid her bra while we continued making out and then I started to leave a trail of soft kisses down her collarbone and down to her breasts.

I sucked on her left nipple for a few moments before licking, straight down her belly towards her groin and down past her shaft to her testicles.

She sighed as I licked each of her balls and then took the right one into my mouth sucking lightly on it and she tensed up as I did so. I let her ball slip out of my mouth and then started doing the same thing to her left one before running my tongue up and down the length of her cock and up again then back down to the base while massaging her balls.

I inhaled the aroma of her lower region and felt my own member becoming as stiff as possible at this point, I needed to get out of my constricting jeans and give it some room. I pulled away from her and she sighed almost as though she were' disappointed and I smiled, winking at her to reassure her that I would return.

I rolled off the bed, undid my belt and pants and slipped out of them along with my boxers revealing my own erection.

It felt good to have freed' it from the restraints of my pants; I crawled back into the bed and resumed kissing, licking and stroking her hard cock and teasing her which was obviously driving her insane and I was getting off on it. Finally, though I wrapped my lips around the head of her shaft and she moaned in pleasure as I slowly took her inch by inch all the way to the back of my throat.

I had gotten so use to sucking dick in the time we had been together that it was by now pretty' easy for me to do this without gagging. I started bobbing my head up and down, her cock sliding in and out of my throat and I could already taste the pre-cum, I reached down and started stroking my own cock while continuing to pleasure her and just the sounds of her moaning were enough' to get me off honestly; it all felt great. 

She ran her hand through my hair for a few moments then to my surprise she pushed me away and I wondered if I had done something wrong. I was' proven wrong when she shoved me onto my back and got on top of me, her ass in my face and her cock and balls dangling right in front of me as she wrapped her mouth around me and I sighed in relief.

I leaned up and her dick slipped behind my lips once more, we were going down on each other now in 69, which had honestly become one of our favorite positions since the first time we had fucked. We always especially loved when she was on top of me,

I was so aroused I could already feel my own member starting to swell up in her mouth and I grabbed at her ass pulling her deeper into my throat as my body began to tense up and I let out a muffled groan as I felt my dick begin to spew cum into her mouth. 

She sighed, obviously a little disappointed that I had not lasted very long but she swallowed my entire load and licked me clean anyway. 

As punishment though, when she had finished she pulled herself away from me, turned around and sat down right on my chest grabbing me by the hair and cramming her entire cock right down my throat. I gagged, my voice muffled and she leaned over me and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. She was throat fucking me, her cock slamming against my tonsils and I continued to gag in the process. 

"Fucking asshole," she moaned. "You came too soon; now you'll pay."

I enjoyed when she talked dirty to me; it reminded me of that dream I'd' had of her before we actually started.

"Oh fuck, suck my fucking dick,"

In fact, this was beginning to seem almost exactly like that dream. The warmth of her balls against my chin, the ferocity of her thrusts, her talking dirty; it was almost the same, though the words and insults were different. I laughed, the sound muffled by her cock but she must have realized and she pulled out giving me a light slap across the face.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"Nothing," I said' my voice a little scratchy. "Just...I had a dream like this about a year ago. It's playing out exactly the same just with different words,"

She gave me a weird look and shook her head, moving down my chest and kissing me on the lips. 

"Get on your hands and knees,"

I obeyed, rolling over onto my stomach and moving up onto my hands and knees my ass in the air and she was behind me. I groaned as I felt her breath against my cheeks and a few seconds later' I felt her wet tongue against my anus. She started licking, I loved when she gave me a rim job she was always really' good at it.

I felt my cock getting hard again and she reached around grabbing it and started stroking it while she continued to dive her tongue in and out of my asshole getting me nice and wet and taking her good old time. After a few seconds' she slipped her index finger into my ass while she continued the rim job, finger fucking me and licking me at the same time and I was' liking it.

I knew what she was building up to and the anticipation was painful really, after having been doing this for a few weeks now I was adjusting to it and at this point whenever I could tell' it was what she wanted I always got really turned on by just the mere thought. In short, I wanted her cock in my ass as soon as fucking possible.

She got the hint after she slipped a second finger in and I started pushing back against her hand, and after a few more seconds she pulled both fingers out and got behind me. I felt her hands on my hips and tensed up waiting for what I so desperately found myself wanting.

I could feel the heat of her shaft against my anus as she spit on her hand rubbing her saliva all over my entrance and when she realized it probably wouldn't' be enough she reached for her bag on the floor which had been kicked off the bed.

She pulled out a bottle of our favorite lubrication, Astroglide and applied a generous amount to my asshole and then to her hard throbbing cock. Again, I felt her pressing against me and she rubbed her dick up and down my ass crack, which was nice and wet from the combination of her saliva and the lube.

Then I felt her gently probing me for a few seconds, before she carefully slipped the head all the way into me and started inching her way as deep into my as she could go.

Inch by inch, she slipped deeper and deeper into me until I could feel her balls resting against me and I knew she was all the way inside. She gripped my by the hips and started slowly fucking me, thrusting in and out nice and careful at first but after about a minute and a half she picked up the pace and started thrusting harder and faster, deeper to.

She must have sensed my urgency for her to go full force because she really picked it up now, slamming in and out of me as deep and as hard as she could go. 

I gripped the pillows, gasping, moaning and yelling out as she pounded me and reached around to grab my dick and start jerking it again. 

"Fuck me," I shouted, egging her on and she went along with it moaning and groaning and thrusting. 

Soon I could feel the old familiar burning sensation in my cock, the urge to cum driving me insane and I felt her begin to swell inside of me. I lost all control going into a fit of spasms as my dick began to spurt one shot after another of my cum all over the bed sheets and about midway through my own orgasm I felt her dig her nails into my hips.

She started to cum at the same time that I was still going, pumping my ass full of her semen until we both collapsed onto the bed with her buried deep inside. 

We were both out of breath, sweating heavily and exhausted. I could feel her dick starting to go soft inside of me and she pulled out nice and' slow and rolled over dropping onto the bed at my side.

My asshole was sore and leaking cum, I rolled over and wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and seconds later, or at least it felt like seconds, we had both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

When we woke, we would hit the showers and get' cleaned up before making our way up onto the boardwalk to meet with Christy, Jamie and Joe. I ended up having a dream about what I thought my experience with Allie and Christy both was going to turn out to be like.

Or' at least, what I hoped it would be like; I could only imagine, but I was looking forward to it.



Unconditional Love Ch. 08



After a two' hour nap, Alison and I awoke and the first thing we did was make our way to the bathroom to freshen up. I started up the hot water and climbed into the shower and' once she finished relieving her bladder Allie climbed in with me under the hot water and we embraced each other.

We kissed as the water cleansed our bodies and I felt my cock getting hard again, pressing against hers as she reached down and groped my ass. We washed up nice and good, got' out dried off and put on some clothes before making our way out the door and heading up to the boardwalk.

We decided to head up there by foot rather than taking either one of the cars; better to get the exercise and enjoy the beautiful weather then drive up there and be considered' lazy. 

The first place we stopped was one of the arcades, buying a shit ton of tokens we hit the games. One of the things I loved about Alison and one of the advantages of dating a girl like her was that she loved video games as much as I did. 

After about an hour of gravitating between a few fighting games and the Terminator Salvation game, me and Alison made our way back outside to find that the sun had pretty much set for the day and night had fallen.

We set out looking for Jamie, Joe and Christy and found them down at Morey's pier waiting in line to pay for the tickets for the rides. Alison ran over to Christy and the two girls started goofing off while I stood next to Jamie and Joe.

Apparently, our first destination was the Log Floom one of my favorite rides and I was pretty' excited that we were going there first. 

From there we went to one of the Roller Coasters followed by bumper cars. We stopped by a little snack stand next to the coaster and each bought our own stick of cotton candy I split mine with Alison to save money. We sat and talked for a while, and about an hour and a half of just bullshitting passed by before Alison tugged at my arm and I glanced over at her.

"I want to go on the Ferris wheel,"

I laughed, standing up and helping her up from her seat. She sounded like a little kid the way she said it and she gave me a big hug before we made our way over to the line. It was pretty' long and I was feeling a little annoyed that this meant we were probably going to have to wait for quite a while before we got to the front of the line and onto the ride. 

I hated waiting; but I would put up with it because I loved Alison and I wanted to make her happy. Even if it meant doing something as stupid as getting on' the Ferris wheel. Okay, maybe that wasn't' so stupid, but this damn line certainly was the stupidest thing I had ever seen in my life.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally reached the front. I gave the guy our tickets and we were' seated in one of the cars waiting for him to start moving us. It took all but about fifteen minutes before we were at the very top, with all the stopping and starting to let other people on in the process. Once we reached the destination though it really turned out to be well worth it as the moon was full hovering above the ocean.

Alison snuggled closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Isn't it beautiful," she whispered. "It's like the moon is just hanging there."

"Always looked kind of weird to me,"

"It's not weird," she nudged my arm and I could not help but laugh just a little. Sitting with her here, overlooking the ocean, I felt as though I were completely at peace. I was glad the fighting that had gone on for months between us had finally come to a stop, and that we could enjoy ourselves. 

"Mike,"

I glanced over at her and she smiled up at me weakly and I had a feeling she was about to bring something up that had something to do with those old arguments. I just hoped it did not lead to any unnecessary drama,

"Yeah,"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure..."

I waited for her to continue, nervous about where this was going to lead.

"When we get back to Philly, can you please tell your parents about us?"

It was not as bad as I had thought it would be but that didn't' mean that I was comfortable with the topic. I still had not talked to my mother and step-father' about Alison and the truth about her, I just did not feel ready to make that move. I could tell how strongly Alison felt about it though; I didn't' want to fight, not right now so I figured it best to talk. I saw no problem in at' least hearing why it meant so much to her that I come out to my family.

"Why is it so important to you; I'm not ready yet."

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled away from me but not in an angry manner, she leaned against the cage that surrounded the car we sat in and smiled.

"I don't know," she said. "I just figure it's' best if you get it over with now, rather than waiting. The longer you wait the more anxious you will feel about it and I know it's bothering you."

She was right of course; I had not said anything, but it was bothering me. I wanted to tell my family, I wanted them to know that Alison made me happy but that she was not quite like other women but that those things did not matter to me and they should not matter to them either. Fear was what kept me from talking about it though fear was something that always pinned me down when it came to making big decisions.

I had to get over it sooner or' later though. I could not run away from my problems forever.

"You'll be there with me?"

She laughed softly, moved closer to me and kissed me on the cheek, pulling me into her arms. "Of course I will silly,"

I relaxed and leaned' up giving her a kiss on the lips. If I knew she would be by my side, that at least made me feel a little less sick over the thought of coming out to my parents. There was no way I would be able to stand in front of them and tell them the truth without having someone support' me. The best support of all would be Alison herself, it meant a lot that she had agreed to be at my side; after all, it did partially involve her anyway, she should be there. 

"Alright then," I said finally. "When we get home, I'll tell them."

"Really,"

"Yes...if it's what you want, then I'll do it."

"Wow, just for me? I want you to do it for you to Mike."

I sighed and nodded my head, I understood. This could not just be about her because the reality of it was that it wasn't' all about her; it was about her but it was about me too and most importantly it was about us. 

"Your right," 

"Okay then...so you'll do it for me AND you right?"

"I will,"

I gave her a kiss and she slid over onto my lap kissing me passionately. I felt my cock stir but ignored it; horny as I was' I wanted this to be more about the romance for the time being. There would be plenty of time to get it on once we got back to the motel room we had all night and an entire week for that. 

"One more thing," she said smiling at me. "You know it's been a while since you made me your bitch; it's all just been me fucking you." "Oh c'mon Allie; first you won't get off my back about wanting to fuck me, now your' tired of fucking me?"

She started cracking up laughing, and I even found the humor in my remark which' had started out as a serious comment but now had become a joke to the both of us. It was true of course, but I did see how funny it was after the words had left my mouth and she started laughing.

"Of course not," she said. "I never get tired of fucking you; I just miss your big dick in my ass."

"Well...how about tonight,"

"No, no tonight won't do; tonight me' and Christy have plans for you."

I laughed remembering what we had talked about earlier in the motel room before we ended up having sex. The threesome that Christy wanted to have with us and how her' and Alison both wanted to dominate me together and take turns fucking the living hell out of me. God, my ass was going to be sore as fuck in the morning, and I was actually feeling somewhat hesitant now. 

"You know I'm not so sure about that," I said seriously but with a grin.

"Oh, well we'll have to talk about it when we get down on the ground,"

The Ferris wheel started moving again after a while and within a few minutes' we were back down below getting out of the car and making our way back to meet up with the others again. By about ten o'clock that night, we were all getting bored with the rides having been on just about all of them, and we decided to head back to the motel and spend the rest of the night having fun back there.

First, a quick stop at the closest bar to pick up some booze though, after all booze always made things like this much better, 

We returned to the room with our alcohol, Jamie and Joe decided to just hang out in the room and watch TV for a while which left me, Alison and Christy alone in the room that me and Alison shared together.

I was feeling a bit nervous because I knew with the three of us by ourselves and' what those two' were planning, things were bound to get pretty' dirty; but I was still only just getting use to being fucked by Allie. Now I was going to get it from both her and her transsexual friend at the same time.

Nervous was not the right word that I felt could best describe what I was truly feeling right now, not at all.

"Now Christy," Alison said in a cheerful voice. 

"Mike here seems to be a little nervous about this; we suggested maybe going back on his agreement."

"Oh' really,"

"Uh-huh; so what should we do about that?"

Christy laughed, sat down at the table from me and leaned back in her chair as though she were contemplating what she wanted to do. 

"I have an idea," she said in a sexy voice. "How about we play a shot' game. You and me, one on one, whoever can take the most shots wins."

"What are the conditions?" I asked.

"If I win, you have to let me and Allie fuck' the shit out of you."

Can't' say I didn't' expect that one; obviously it had to work in their favor one way or another. The question was, how did it work in my favor if Christy just so happened to lose, though she seemed confident that would not happen. 

"If you win...we still have a threesome, but me' and Allie are the ones who have to service you instead of you being our toy."

Sounded kinky and worth it to; I was nervous about being fucked by them both at the same time, but if the roles were reversed that would be a different story all together. Maybe it was something worth giving a try, and it sounded fun to; of course' I was not really all' that good at taking shots.

"Fine," I said.

"You shouldn't have said that," Alison laughed. 

"Christy never loses these' kind' of challenges; she's like the queen of taking shots."

Not only would we be taking one shot after another, but' Christy was really going all the way I realized when she broke out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Now, Whiskey was always one of my best friends in the world so I had no problem resorting to JD, but the problem was I knew I was going to get' really fucked up really fast if I took shots of whiskey. Of course, that's' probably what Christy wanted though; I figured to hell with it though.

In reality, as nervous as I was, the bigger half of me wanted them to have their way with me and they would probably end up getting their way. This just made it all the more kinky and a lot more fun building up to that point.

Christy poured the first two shots and set the bottle down on the table; it was a brand new bottle, so we had all night to go back and forth if it came down to that but I doubted that it actually would. 

Alison counted, "one, two, three,"

At the same time, Christy and me both grabbed our shot glasses and downed the alcohol slamming the glasses down on the table again at the same time. Alison poured more Jack into both glasses, counted again and again we downed the throat burning liquid before she filled them both a third time. In what seemed like no time flat, we had taken at least twelve shots total and were still going, but once I reached my fifteenth I really started to feel it. 

The room was starting to spin and I was seeing double of both Christy and Alison who both seemed to find it funny, though I was laughing as well but I knew at the same time I was really' fucked up and I would probably wind up losing this little game any second now.

I reached for my sixteenth shot, downed it and slammed the glass down. Alison grabbed the bottle of Jack and was about to re-fill both glasses but she hesitated and smiled at me waiting to see if I would try to stop her. 

"You want to continue?" she asked.

I thought it over for a few seconds, debating if I could actually stomach anymore even though I really did want more. I decided at this' rate I was going to lose either way, but if I kept going I would get' more fucked up and probably black out all together. If I was going to do this whole' threesome thing I wanted to remember if I enjoyed it come morning, if I blacked out then that was pretty much out of the question really. 

"Time's wasting there, Mike," Christy teased.

"I give up."

I said it, I gave up threw in the towel and right away Christy jumped out of her seat practically knocking over the bottle of Jack Daniels and laughing as she gave Alison a high five and a big hug. Even I started laughing, burying my face in my hands knowing what was going to happen next but honestly, I felt excited. My cock was hard already and no one had even touched me yet,

Alison's POV

Well it wasn't' that I had not expected it, Christy was the Queen of games like this just like I had told Mike in the beginning but he did not believe me. The problem was this was going to end up being drunk' sex for the most part between the two of them considering the fact that Mike and Christy were both pretty messed up and I was completely sober still. 

Where would the fun in any of that be? So I grabbed the bottle of Jack and took a long swig before pouring myself two shots one in Mike's glass and the other in Christy's.

They both laughed as I downed both shots and reached for a beer practically chugging it; maybe I was over compensating, trying to catch up, but I definitely did not want to be the only one sober in the middle of drunken sex between my boyfriend and best friend.

Before long I was starting to laugh, the room spinning as it was for Mike and Christy and I was feeling quite horny and excited to get going. We all laughed, joked and made dirty remarks towards one another. We' were not going to head straight into sex though apparently, Christy wanted to play a few more drinking games. What the hell was she thinking; we were all going to be completely obliterated by the time we laid down to fuck and by then we would end up probably just passing the fuck out or something. 

I laughed when we started up a game of strip poker and in just a few minutes, Christy was half naked.' This was my game, I was always the one who beat the opponents in this one' and that was why Mike and I had only lost about 50% of our clothing while Christy was down to nothing but her panties. She walked over to the bed and dropped down on the mattress sighing as I started staggering, trying to carry the empty beer bottles to the trash can in the kitchen. 

"I'm sooo horny," she yelled and started laughing hysterically.

I noticed from the kitchen, Mike making his way towards the bed and Christy sat up on the edge pulling him towards her. He had his shirt off and was only wearing his boxers now and Christy started running her hands down his sides hooking her fingers over the sides of his boxers and slowly pulling them down. 

His cock popped free and I noticed the hungry look in my friends' eyes as she reached out and' grabbed his dick and started stroking it nice and slow at first. Just watching the two of them, I felt my own cock starting to grow hard, throbbing in my underwear and I sat down at the kitchen table and slid my hand into my underwear' and started stroking my hard cock while I watched. Christy wrapped her lips around Mike's cock and started sucking him off, and it felt strange to see and hear my boyfriend moaning while my best friend was going down on him.

I fought off the jealousy though and quickly got over it, continuing to stroke myself and I watched as she released his dick from her mouth and stood up kissing him hard on the lips. There was obviously some tongue action involved and Mike reached out and started pulling down her panties until I saw her big fat dick flop between her legs. 

I hadn't' really gone into detail with Mike just how big Christy actually was, I had meant to but it had completely slipped my mind. If I was around eight inches long, Christy had to have been about nine inches and she was a lot thicker then I was to which made it a bit difficult sometimes when she had sex with someone for the first time. Needless to' say, virgins usually kept their distance from her, but Mike wasn't' exactly a virgin; he was just still an amateur. 

Mike's POV

I wish Alison had of told me just how big Christy really was. I had sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled her panties down, and there it was dangling between her legs semi-erect, a huge cock probably around nine inches or so and very thick. How the' hell was I going to handle this? Were they fucking insane? They had to be, because there was no way I could-

I was' cut off, given no time to contemplate my strategy before she grabbed my hair and shoved her cock all the way into my mouth gagging me in the process. I could feel my jaw stretching because of how thick she was and she started thrusting in and out of my mouth throat fucking me.

It was anything but easy and honestly, I hardly took any pleasure out of it at first, but I had to say she did at least taste good; she must have showered and used some sort of body lotion because the taste so far was the best part of the experience. 

She pulled her dick from my mouth and I gasped for air, hardly able to breathe and not given enough time before she shoved back into my throat and I gagged again. She must have sensed my discomfort because she stopped and this time allowed enough time for me to recover my oxygen and clear my head before Alison got up out of her chair and walked over.

She grabbed Christy's ass and gave it a firm squeeze, smiling at me the entire time before her and Christy started making out right in front of me. I felt my dick getting harder just watching them; it was like watching two hot lesbians in action except they did not need a strap-on because they had the real thing.

Christy shoved her cock back into my mouth once again while making out with Alison for a few seconds longer, before they separated and Allie crawled into the bed with me. She pulled me back off the edge onto my hands and knees and Christy backed away for a moment, sitting down and slowly stroking her dick right in front of me while Alison got behind me.

I knew what was coming and I groaned as she started tonguing my asshole, licking at it and diving' her tongue into it, wetting it nice and good. 

She inserted two fingers at once but I didn't' feel it as she started thrusting them both in and out of me while Christy continued jerking her cock. 

As Alison prepared to shove her dick into my tight asshole, I watched Christy stand up and walk over to me once again. She ran her hands through my hair, gently smacking me in the face with her cock and I could feel Allie getting up behind me and grabbing me by the hips. She had applied the lube and now she was ready to go and as she prepared to push into my ass, I opened my mouth and welcomed Christy to continue throat fucking me at the same time. 

As I sucked her cock, I finally felt Alison's dick push past my sphincter and I moaned at the feeling of warmth as she pushed into my bowels. Once she was all the way in, she started pounding me long and hard while giving me the occasional slap on the ass. With her fucking the shit out of me' and Christy being quite brutal about it all as well, I was really having trouble breathing. 




Unconditional Love Ch. 08



It felt so damn good but all the movement and considering how hot it was and how intense the session was becoming, I was just barely able to stand it all.

When Christy pulled at my hair and screamed that she was going to cum, I found myself feeling a little relieved and I braced myself for what would come next.

Several shots of cum, right down my throat followed by several bigger shots all over my face and Christy was moaning so loud I swore that if anyone in the other rooms heard they would be calling the office to complain. 

Just as she was finishing up, I heard Alison start getting louder, her thrusts becoming more wild as she held onto me nice and tight and bit her lower lip.

I felt the head of her shaft swelling up like always and I realized she came but I didn't' feel the warmth of her semen filling me like usual. It was not until she pulled out and flipped me over onto my back that I realized she had actually been wearing a condom; that was a rarity for Alison when we had sex.

"You used protection," I said, actually feeling pretty surprised.

"Of course; I'm going from ass to mouth, your' not supposed to do that unprotected."

She made a valid point, they were supposed to take turns and it was a bit of a hazard to go from ass to mouth because of bacteria. Still, I missed the feeling of her cum oozing out of my asshole after being' fucked by her big hard dick. She removed the condom and disposed of it and that's' when her' and Christy made the switch and I felt my cock getting hard once again. At the same time though, I was' overwhelmed by fear and anxiety.

Christy's cock was enormous, I had struggled enough as it was just to give her a blowjob so how difficult was it going to be to let her fuck me in the ass?

I was glad that Alison had already been back there, it allowed for her to loosen me up quite a lot and make sure that I was opened up at least partially before Christy stepped in and took over. She was over top of me, we were in the position for missionary and she leaned in and started kissing me on the lips while stroking my cock and hers at the same time.

Alison moved around some so that she was over top of me with her cock dangling right in front of my mouth. She was going to tea bag me, I realized but that would probably not be so bad really; she'd' done it before and I actually enjoyed it. I felt the pressure of Christy's big fat cock starting to force its way into my asshole. She had made sure to apply an enormous amount of lube before hand, probably more then I had ever had used on me since first getting into the whole anal aspect of this with Allie.

Of course, Allie was not as thick as Christy, so I imagine it would work better to use the amount she was using. 

I was dead wrong of course. It did nothing to help really,

Immediately, I noticed the agonizing feeling like' I was being' split in half quite literally. My ass felt like it was being torn apart as she pushed the head in followed by the rest of her length but I was surprised at how fast she managed to get herself all the way in to the balls.

Despite the fact that the hardest part was over now, the pain was still absolutely' unbearable and I could not help but worry that I might spend the rest of our vacation walking funny because of how big her dick was; that thought actually kind of angered me a little. I had come to Wildwood to enjoy myself, not to be in pain,

I tried to focus my attention on pleasing Alison, sucking her cock and reaching up to play with her balls while Christy started thrusting in and out of my asshole. My oral attention towards her seemed to do the trick in distracting me at least temporarily until the pain started to swell up again and became just a little too much for me to handle.

I stopped sucking and made it clear that I was in some serious fucking pain right now,

"Son of a bitch," I yelled.

"Are you okay?" Alison asked becoming really worried.

"No, this shit hurts like fucking hell; it's like your' shoving a fucking rock up there or something!"

"Maybe we should stop," Alison said.

Christy grabbed the bottle of lube and pulled out about halfway dumping nearly the entire bottle all over her cock.

"Just trust me," she said. "I can make this work, I promise!"

I didn't know whether to believe her so called promise or not, 

Alison's POV I was really getting a little worried about Mike, I could tell he was in some major pain and I was starting to feel like maybe I had not taken into consideration the fact that Christy was big enough to cause quite a lot of discomfort for anyone who had never been with someone that large.

Especially, someone like Mike who had only been fucked in the ass a handful of times so far. Maybe we should have not done this or at the very least done more to prepare him for her great size, I could have brought some of my toys to help loosen him up some more and make things easier. 

Apparently, me' fucking him first had not been enough to do the trick.

Christy had dumped pretty much the entire bottle of Astroglide all over her cock, literally by opening the cap and just pouring it all over. She rubbed it in as good' as she could and resumed pushing her entire length back into my boyfriends ass and I tensed up expecting him to cry out in more pain. I was surprised though that he did not even seem to notice she had pushed back into him; he'd' had his eyes shut and barely seemed to realize.

"Are you going to keep going?" he asked.

"She is going," I said and he opened his eyes and noticed for himself that Christy had indeed pushed her entire cock right back into him without him even noticing. 

"Holy shit,"

"See, I told you; we just needed a lot more lube then we were using originally," Christy said cheerfully and moaned as she started thrusting slowly in and out of him.

I was even more shocked when Mike actually let out a moan and slid down on the mattress a little to push himself further down onto her cock. I guess she had been right after all, the right amount of lube was all they needed and' apparently they were not using the right amount in the beginning and now they were. 

From my view, just watching Christy's dick go in and out of Mike's asshole, disappearing and then reappearing from the loosened hole, I felt my own cock begin to swell up to the point where it was quite literally throbbing and painful. I started stroking softly, but even that hurt; I needed more oral attention and I took advantage of my boyfriends open mouth as he moaned and shoved my dick back into his throat surprising him but he took it anyway.

I groaned, it was definitely a big relief to feel his lips wrapped around the length of my cock and I could tell I was not going to last very long. Christy was pounding him harder now and the bed was shaking underneath of us as she fucked the living hell out of him. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, he was moaning so loud, louder then I had ever made him moan before,

I wasn't' jealous though, if anything it just made me even hornier then I already seemed to be and I started stroking my cock furiously until I exploded, a massive load of sticky hot cum all over his face and in his mouth. 

He moaned, taking it like a sport as I shoved my cock back into his mouth to finish off and shot the last four streams down his throat. I made him lick it clean before pulling back and collapsing onto the floor, laughing a little while Christy continued fucking him. I sat up and leaned against the chair, jerking off until my dick started to get hard again and I watched as Christy started getting closer to her own orgasm; it was only a matter of time now.

Christy's POV

I was in fucking heaven, slamming my big fat cock in and out of this dudes fucking ass and I swear to god it was the greatest thing ever. I don't' know if it was because he was still fairly new to being fucked especially for my size, or what, but he was so tight even with how hard I was going. It just added to the pleasure making it all feel so much better,

Allie had definitely not be lying when she said he was a great fuck and I was extremely appreciative that she had allowed me to do this, to have my way with her lovely boyfriend without any complaints or jealousy. 

I was getting closer now, I could feel it, that familiar pressure in my balls that kept building and building until it overflowed and I gasped then cried out in ecstasy as I erupted like a fucking volcano pumping his ass full of so much cum that it leaked out and down around the length of my shaft.

I came like I had never came in my entire life, there was just so much of it spurting out of the tip of my dick and into his ass I thought it would never fucking end.

Finally, it did though, and I really wished that it hadn't' but it left me feeling absolutely exhausted. Granted, it had been about a month and a half since I had been laid so that was probably the real reason why this had felt so good, but honestly I didn't care much for the reason; I just cared that it had been so great that now I was actually wanting another chance to have him to myself.

I wanted him for another round but this time I wanted it to be just me and him with no Alison involved; I wasn't sure if she'd' be willing to let that happen though and I did not want to hurt my friends feelings. I collapsed on top of him, worn out but still so very horny and pulled my cock out of his ass rolling over next to him. I glanced over at Alison who was pumping her own dick and moaning as she did, and I thought maybe now was a good time to ask.

"Allie...can I do it again?"

Her only reply was a nod and a light moan and I took that as a pretty' obvious yes but I wanted to make sure Mike was cool with it to. He offered no protest as I started stroking my cock trying to get hard again' he immediately realized what I was doing.

I was kind' of shocked when he rolled over right on top of me and positioned his ass which was gaping right over my big fat dick. He grabbed hold and guided me into him and we both moaned as I slid all the way into the balls, twice as easy as it had been before seeing as he was stretched' so wide open this time around. 

I grabbed hold of his hips and he started bouncing up and down on my cock, the sound of his ass slapping against my thighs echoed through the motel room and the bed creaked underneath of us as we went at it again.

I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately, while squeezing his ass at the same time that I was pounding it, then' I broke the kiss and pulled him even closer so I could gently bite his left nipple. He groaned and suddenly, I felt something hot and wet splash across my tits and realized I had actually gotten him to cum. Damn, did he cum to, he came fucking hard as shit all over my chest and my stomach and my face while moaning like a little bitch. 

I laughed at myself and almost felt sorry for him; he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more then he had earlier when Allie fucked him. I hoped I would not cause any sort of drama or confrontation between the couple later. 

I felt myself starting to get ready to unload another wave of cum and I grabbed his shoulders pushing him all the way down onto my cock as I bit my lip and threw my head back crying out in pleasure.

"Ohhh fuck!"

I exploded again, again filling him with my hot sticky cum and it leaked out around my cock just as it had done earlier when I had been fucking him in missionary. This time, it was his turn to collapse exhausted on top of me and I felt my dick beginning to soften inside of his ass. He waited a few seconds, he grunted and I had a bad feeling that maybe now he was starting to feel sore. 

He lifted himself up off my cock nice and slow, grunting and wincing in pain as he dropped back onto the mattress and rolled over onto his stomach. I glanced over in the corner and Allie was just finishing up' her little masturbation session and was starting to cum all over herself. So much fucking cum, this was the best threesome I had, had in a couple of years now. 

Allie and I use to seduce straight men all the time in our early twenties and have the craziest fucking threesomes ever. It had been a long time since we had done anything like this though; it had been a lot of fun. I glanced over at Mike who was laying' on his stomach though and suddenly I felt rather bad at how beat red his asshole looked and I noticed there was a tiny bit of blood.

Obviously, I had caused minor tears in the rectum and he was going to need to stay off his feet at least most of tomorrow. I just hoped he would be feeling better after a while, so that his entire vacation was not ruined. 

Alison crawled into bed between the two of us and pulled Mike into her arms, kissing him on the neck. I turned onto my side facing the wall; it had been fun, lots of fun and I'm' sure she did not mind me staying with her and Mike. It wasn't my place to snuggle up to them though or at least I didn't' think it was, so I faced the opposite direction. It did not matter to me much; I was sound asleep within minutes leaving the two love' birds to lay together for a while before they to drifted off into dream' land. 

Next door

Jamie's POV

Holy shit, I thought, as I listened through the walls to what I could have heard all the way across the room even if I were not trying to listen. They were really fucking going at it over there. I knew what was happening of course, Mike, Alison and Christy were having some stupid fucking threesome but god damn were they being so fucking loud. 

As annoyed' as I was at all the noise, I actually found myself starting to laugh a little as I sat back down on the chair next to the TV. Joe had fallen asleep about half an hour ago; I was shocked really' that he even could considering all the noise but I was glad he had fallen asleep.

It was the kind of thing I knew he would have been unable to resist making fun of Mike in the morning over and I really did not want Mike to have to deal with that.

If he had enjoyed himself as much as he sounded like he had, that was all I cared about, Plus' listening to it had actually made me kind of horny myself,

I didn't know how to explain it, but all the commotion had left my imagination to form an image in my head and to my own surprise I found that my pussy was soaking wet by now; I laughed to myself as I slid my hand down my panties and started playing with my clit. 

I spent the next half hour or so pleasuring myself before falling asleep and dreaming that I actually had been next door involved in whatever crazy sex session those three had been going through; what fun that would have been.



Unconditional Love Ch. 09



The week of our vacation went by a little faster than I would have preferred it to, but it was all a lot of fun regardless. It was our final day down in Wildwood, New Jersey and we had spent most of the morning packing our things so that later we could go up to the boardwalk one more time and not have to worry about not having anything ready to go in the morning. 

After my threesome with Allie and Christy, I found myself wondering why I had ever neglected anal sex in the first place. Sure, that had been a common thought on my mind since I finally let Alison fuck me, but letting Christy fuck me left me wondering even more what the hell my problem had been. 

It had been a pain in the ass, quite literally at first, but I had adjusted to the feeling of her huge cock and I ended up enjoying the entire experience with those two. Alison had made sure that I understood that this was a one' time thing only though, and she seemed pretty damn serious about it too.

As much as I knew she had enjoyed herself that night to, I knew she did not want to have anything like that happen again once we got back to Philadelphia.

Everything was supposed to go back to normal when we got back home,

The rest of the week, Jamie had been acting kind of strange though for reasons I could not quite understand. She was not exactly ignoring me, but every time we were around each other, she seemed quiet and distracted. That was really the best way that I could describe how it seemed to me. 

Then there was an incident the other night, the night after the threesome actually in which she had walked into our motel room and forgotten to knock on the door first; Alison had been in the shower and I was laying in bed naked having just finished having sex.

Jamie got a full on view of me bare ass naked on the bed and before she could duck out of the room, Alison came out of the shower also completely nude shocking the girl even more. 

She laughed about it later and insisted that it was no big deal apologizing to the both of us; Alison wasn't' angry and neither was I, we all seemed to find it pretty' funny. Jamie had been quiet ever since we talked about it though and I was actually starting to get worried.

Then there was the way she had been dressing; she had been dressing in all these' sexy clothes that showed off lots of cleavage and at first I had not really thought much of it, but now I was starting to wonder what the deal was. It wasn't' like I had seen her flirting with any guys, so why even bother dressing that way in the first place; she sure seemed to be all around me though. 

All signs pointed to one thing; I was beginning to think that Jamie was trying to flirt with me, or at least trying to get my attention. It seemed odd, of course because we had known each other for so long that I had never imagined the two of us being together.

With no real proof of that though, I had shrugged it off and was hoping to try and' forget about it, one way or another. There was no sense in worrying about it unless she made a more' straight' forward move which would leave me with more than enough proof. 

It was around 11:00am and I was sitting in the motel room watching TV with Alison. In a little while we would be heading down to the beach with Joe and Jamie, Christy would be going up to the boardwalk by herself. She had gone to the beach the day before and was looking to go off and do her own thing today, so we offered no complaints not wanting to hold her back.

I smiled over at Alison and she smiled back, as I started thinking about how much sex we had, had this past week. We'd' fucked more times while we were here then we had back home in Philly the entire time we had been dating. It was amazing how many times we had gone at it, at night, in the morning and a few times' in between we were like rabbits or something. 

It had all been really' good though, perhaps some of the best sex I had ever experienced. 

"So did we have fun this week, or what?" Alison asked me.

"Of course I did; in more ways than one. Did you?" She sat up on the bed and stretched, leaning back against the headboard and grinning over at me. "I had a lot of fun," she replied. "I just wish we didn't have to go back home and try to act like certain things didn't happen."

"You're talking about the threesome?"

She nodded her head, and I found myself wondering why she would say such a thing. It was after all, her who said that we would act like it had not happened once we got back home it was her' who made it clear that she did not want me getting it on with Christy again after our vacation ended. That it had all been a one' time thing; so was she now trying to tell me she had changed her mind or something? 

"Yeah...I don't know it was just really nice. I use to do that kind of thing with Christy all the time when we were younger' we would hook up with people and fuck the hell out of them together. It was nice to do it again and this time with someone I actually know and love involved, made it even better."

"So what, are you saying you would want to do it again?"

She laughed and slid over to the edge of the bed with an odd grin on her face. 

"I don't know," she said seductively. "Probably not with Christy; she has to get her shit together and find a boyfriend sooner or later, and the more I let her have dibs on my boyfriend, the less time she'll spend looking for a guy of her own."

I laughed, taking a sip of my coffee and leaning back against the wall behind the chair I was sitting in; Allie really wanted to see Christy find a new boyfriend, she wanted her to be happy. Hell, even I was hoping that at some point she would find someone who would make her smile, the way Alison and I made each other smile all the time. 

It sure would be nice to see something good happen for the one who had helped us out with our problems. I wondered though, if she wanted to have another threesome at some point in the future but not with Christy then who would she want to do it with, and why was she bringing it up now after making it seem like she was not interested at all.

"So who," I asked, not sure if she would continue if I did not say anything.

"Oh I don't know," she said innocently. "Maybe...your friend Jamie,"

What the' hell was she smoking, I thought; was she on acid or something? When in the hell had she come up with such a crazy idea of having sex with me and' my best friend at the same fucking time. Not that I could blame her for wanting a piece of Jamie, hell, even I knew that girl was hot as shit. Especially, the way she had been dressing lately; if she was trying to get my attention she'd' had it all week and probably did not even realize.

Putting all of that aside though, Alison did have a dick, she still had that male sex drive so I guess it wasn't' that big of a shock, but I had not realized she was interested in women really. I thought she only liked men,

"Your' kidding right; you want to have sex with Jamie?"

"No, I want the three of us to have sex together...if your' up for it,"

"What makes you think she would want to?"

Alison started laughing, she rolled off the bed and walked across the room to the bathroom and I got up off the chair and followed her. I walked into the bathroom behind her to find her standing over the toilet, holding her dick and relieving her bladder. 

"Your blind as a bat Mike you know that? I love you with all my heart, but sometimes you are just so god damn blind."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

She shook her dick and slipped it back into her pants zipping up and flushing the toilet then turning around and leaning against the door' frame, mere inches away from me. 

"Jamie has a thing for you,"

There it was; my own fucking girlfriend was sitting here trying to tell me that my best friend had a crush on me. Of course, I had suspected it even before I started dating Alison, but I had always tried to shrug it off, Especially, after I started dating her; I didn't know what else to do really, at that point I figured it was too late and I wouldn't' ruin what I had with Allie anyway.

I was in love with her; so I had tried not to think about how Jamie felt and in the process we had actually sort' of drifted apart. That's' kind of why I had been happy that she was coming down to Wildwood with us, because I wanted some time to catch up with my best friend. 

"What makes you so sure?" I asked.

"It's all over her face; she's probably always liked you, I see the way she looks at you, the things that she does for you and personally I think she's tired of just being there to listen to you and give you advice. Have you seen the way she's' been dressing this whole week? She's fucking hot!"

I laughed, finding it hard to believe that my transsexual girlfriend had just told me she thought my female best friend was hot. 

"Alright, yes I've noticed. I was just trying not to think about it really, I don't know why she's been acting this way all week."

"Doesn't matter," Alison said. "Just watch while we're at the beach; I bet you anything she'll do something else to show that I'm right. Just promise me one thing will you?"

"Sure,"

"If she makes a move, you can hook up with her; but I want to be involved."

Hook up with her; I would have expected the jealous side of Alison to come up at even the mere thought of something like that happening. Here she was though telling me that I could fuck my best friend as long as she was' allowed to join in and fuck her to. 

"Okay," I said, unsure of what else to say. 

"Mike, let's be serious; do you want to fuck Jamie or no?"

She was asking me outright, and honestly I wasn't' totally, sure myself. Did I really want to have sex with her? I wasn't denying how hot she was or the fact that in the past I'd' had feelings for the girl. I just couldn't' help but wonder if this was some sort of a trap or something to see if I would stay faithful towards Allie, and if I hooked up with Jamie even though she said I could she would break up with me later on. 

We got to the beach and set up a spot, with an umbrella embedded in the sand and laid out o beach towel for us to sit on if we wanted. The first thing we did as soon as we were set up was make our way out to the water, jumping right in and enjoying the fact that it wasn't too cold and it wasn't too hot either. 

After about twenty minutes or so of swimming, I made my way back to land and found that Jamie was in the process of doing the same thing. We walked back to the spot where we had set up and grabbed our towels, drying off and then sitting down side by side to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

"The water is great," Jamie' sighed, laying back on the beach towel and closing her eyes as the sun beamed down on her. I sat beside her and glanced over, taking in her beauty. I sized her up, noticing her perfect breasts; that damn bikini she was wearing was a serious turn-on and I felt my cock stirring in my swim trunks hard as a rock.

"Yeah...feels really good," I replied after a few seconds.

"So how have you and Allie been doing?" she asked me.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my erection and laid down next to her, smiling over at her. 

"We've been good," I said. "This vacation has been a lot of fun; really good opportunity for the two of us to let out a lot of stress."

"You know, those motel walls are paper thin," she joked. I understood right away and blushed then laughed and she laughed as well as she sat up and ran a hand through her wet blonde hair. "You really sounded like you were enjoying yourself the other night; you and uh...Christy got it on right?"

"Well...not just the two of us. It was sort of a threesome,"

She giggled and moved closer to me. I wasn't' sure what she was really doing, it had to be awkward for her to talk about this with me and yet here she was bringing it up as though it were casual conversation, an every day event that people talked about on a regular basis. 

"How big is Christy?"

"Big enough," I laughed. "Bigger then Alison...it hurt at first actually."

"Wow...you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine; there's no such thing as to much lube, trust me," I joked.

"You know Mike," she said staring off towards the ocean now.

"I really am glad I got to come out here with you guys; it's been a lot of fun hanging out with everybody this past week. Especially with you, we use to be so close you and me and I just feel like we have drifted apart. I don't ever want to lose my best friend, and I'm really happy I got to spend this week with you."

I smiled, maybe it wasn't anything like what Alison was trying to make it seem like it was after all; maybe Jamie was completely innocent and she really had just been trying to enjoy her time with her best friend and her other friends as well. I didn't' mind at all, she was right we had not been as close as we had been six or seven months ago. 

We'd' drifted apart, something we had always sworn we would never let happen and yet we had let it happen. So' catching up on lost time was something that the both of us were pretty happy to have been able to do; I put aside what Alison had said earlier, confident that there were no sexual intentions being worked on in Jamie's mind. 

Somewhere during the course of our conversation though, I had forgotten about my erection' which was apparently only halfway gone by this point in time; it was down just enough so I could uncross my legs without having to worry about Jamie noticing it at least. 

Until of course' she leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. We locked eyes and the next thing I knew she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine kissing me full on,

I was shocked at myself, not because she was kissing me but because I was offering no protest. 

Sure, Alison had said it was okay, but was I really letting her kiss me without trying to stop her,

She slid' her tongue into my mouth and I responded with the same action as she moved closer to me some and I ran my hands up and down her back. She grabbed my one hand and moved it to her left tit and I got a perfect feel of her breasts, my cock throbbing as I did so. She broke the kiss and smiled down at me, 

"When we get home, I want us to go back to the way we use to be. Okay?"

"Yeah...yeah of course,"

She smiled at me and pushed herself up to her feet, turning around and stretching. She was giving me the perfect view of her beautiful ass and a nice little glimpse of side boob.

"I'll be back," she said smiling down at me. "I'm off to the bathroom."

I watched as she walked off towards the nearby restrooms, her ass swaying back and forth and my cock straining in my swim trunks. I leaned my head back against the soft sand and groaned in frustration, trying to comprehend what I had just done; I didn't' notice Alison as she walked across the beach, following Jamie from a distance towards the bathrooms. I looked up just in time to see them both slip into the room and found myself wondering what ill intentions my girlfriend had now. 

Jamie's POV

I walked into the bathroom and opened one of the stall doors, stepping inside. I lowered the bottom half of my bikini and sat down on the toilet seat, resting my chin on my hands and smiling as I thought about that dumbstruck look on Mike's face that he'd' had before I walked away. 

I laughed at myself, realizing how evil I was being trying to seduce my best friend who happened to have a girlfriend, sort of a girlfriend. After all, Alison wasn't' necessarily your typical girl, what with having a dick bigger then Mike's and all. 

I almost felt bad for trying to seduce her boyfriend; but I wanted him so bad,

As I started thinking more about what it would be like if I actually managed to get Mike to sleep with me, I started wondering what the aftermath would be like. Would he be angry at' me, He couldn't' get mad at me; he had his own free will in the matter, he could say no at any time and I would stop. 

He couldn't' get mad at me for the kiss either, he had kissed me back. Oh god, he had kissed me back; I was shocked but had not taken the time to let that register until just now when I actually had the time. I wasn't' going to rape him or anything like that; I just wanted to see how far he was willing to go with me before he would back off. 

If he happened to be willing to go all the way with me, then so be it; so far he seemed willing to at least mess around a little since he had after all kissed me back.

I realized then though, what would happen with Alison if she found out later? Would she hate me? I did not' really want Allie to not like me, but at the same time we weren't' exactly friends so it would not hurt all that bad if she did hate me. 

Then again, I had to admit Alison wasn't' half' bad looking herself; hell, if I were a lesbian I'd be trying to hit on her. Well maybe if I were bisexual if I were a lesbian I probably would not' want her sexually seeing' as she did not have a pussy. 

I hadn't' been able to stop thinking about how she was actually relatively attractive, since the other night when I had overheard her, Mike and Christy having sex. Then there was when I walked in on Mike sprawled across the bed bare ass naked and Alison came out of the shower with no clothes on either. I got a full view of her cock, damn was it big and I would' be so turned on I just took off running. 

They thought it was because I didn't' want to intrude, really it was because I knew if I walked in there and tried to have sex with them both it might not end well. So' I had to get back to my own room to take care of my own sexual tensions by myself even though I knew what I wanted.

My thoughts were' interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening and shutting and footsteps moving across the floor. I didn't' think anything of it at first, until someone spoke up and called out my name.

"Jamie?"

I jumped in surprise, but relaxed a little when I realized the voice actually belonged to Alison. 

"Hey, I'm in here."

"Thought I saw you come in here; I had to go to," she answered. 

I heard the stall door next to mine open and shut and Alison sighed as she sat down on the toilet and proceeded to do her business as I was doing mine. 

"It's such a beautiful day," she said. "Perfect for our last day out here, don't you think so?"

"Yeah, it is. I don't even want to go back to Philly; it's too beautiful out here."

Alison laughed and I heard the toilet paper dispenser being' pulled at followed by the shuffling sound of her standing up and pulling up her bottoms. She flushed the toilet and I could see her feet under the stall as she walked out and over to the sink to wash her hands.

I tried to start thinking about Mike again, but I was distracted for some odd reason; I did not' know why, but I couldn't' help but wonder what it would be like to see Alison naked again. 

"I noticed you and Mike got some time together this week,"

I froze, afraid that she may' have seen the two of us sitting together a few minutes earlier. Not that, that would be bad, but I was worried she may have seen me as I gave him that peck on the cheek; I wasn't so sure how she would react to that if she had seen it, or even the next thing that had happened. 

What if she had' seen me kiss him? That hadn't' been some simple little kiss between friends, that was a full on make out session. I was even a little surprised that he had kissed me back but I could only imagine what would happen if Alison had seen it and furthermore if she realized he hadn't tried to stop me.

"I just wanted you to know I'm glad to see it," she said. 

"I know how close you guys are and I was kind of worried that sooner or later you might stop talking all together. I'm really happy to see you hanging out again,"

"Yeah, me too," I replied. 




Unconditional Love Ch. 09



I got up off the toilet and flushed it, fixing myself up a bit and noticed as I was doing so that I could smell cigarette smoke. I figured Alison had probably lit up a cigarette and shrugged it off, turning around to push open the stall door and walk out into the bathroom. 

As I opened the door though I gasped, my eyes went wide when I noticed Alison leaning back against the sink with a big smile on her face smoking a cigarette and...her cock fully exposed, I looked towards the bathroom door and it was closed, the lock was on to; she had set this whole thing up obviously. 

I didn't' know whether to laugh or freak the hell out, I was trying to just understand what was even happening because it was pretty clear what she wanted. 

What else would she be getting at with her cock just dangling there between her smooth legs like that waiting for me to come over and touch it?

"W-what are you doing?" 

"What's I look like?"

"I...I don't know,"

Alison laughed, reaching down and started to stroke her cock until it was even harder and dripping pre-cum. "Jamie, you don't have to hide it you know. I'm' well aware of how you feel about Mike and yes I saw the kiss. It does not' bother me though really' because I am also aware that you have been watching me lately as much as you have been watching Mike. 

So if you want to have sex with my boyfriend, I'm willing to let you do that, but only if your okay with me being involved."

Was this shit really happening; was she really sitting here right now telling me I could have sex with Mike but she wanted me to have sex with her to, What the hell, I had to be dreaming or something, so I pinched myself and was shocked to find that I was indeed awake. 

"You know you want to," she said motioning for me to come closer. 

I stepped closer to her and she pulled me into her arms and before I knew it we were kissing, our lips pressed together and she slid her tongue into my mouth and ran her hand down my back to my ass. I jumped as she gave it a little squeeze and moved her other hand around to the hem of my bottoms. 

She slid the hand down to my clit and started rubbing it.

I moaned as she grabbed my hand and moved it to her cock, I took hold of it and started stroking nice and slowly. She pulled her fingers out of my bottoms and started kissing my neck and I moaned, then sighed in pleasure as I felt myself becoming extremely wet down there. Before I even knew what I was doing, I got down on my knees and leaned in closing my lips around her massive cock and taking her down my throat. 

I sucked and stroked and played with her balls and enjoyed the soft sounds of her moaning in pleasure as I tried to understand what in the hell it was that I was doing. 

She ran her hand through my blonde hair and stopped me from sucking her cock, and I looked up into her eyes. She smiled down at me and leaned down to kiss me on the lips. 

"Let's go get Mike and go back to the motel; sound good?"

"Yeah," 

It was that simple; I was about to go back to the motel room and have sex with my best friend and all I had to do was let his transsexual girlfriend be a part of it, who would have known it was that easy. 

I was a bit overwhelmed though at how anxious I was to get this started, and not just with Mike. I was actually really, really looking forward to getting it on with Alison just as much as I wanted to have sex with Mike.

Mike's POV

I was surprised when Alison and Jamie came running out of the bathroom hand in hand and rushed to my side. Alison said that we were all going back to the motel and I pretty much figured out what it was that was going to happen' once we got there. 

We didn't' say anything to Joe, and honestly I kind of felt bad for that; we just packed up all the stuff and took off, Jamie and Alison practically dragging me along with them up past the boardwalk and towards the motel which was only a few blocks away from the beach.

As soon as we got back there, we went straight to the room that Alison and I shared together, locked the door behind us and dove right in.

Alison shoved me onto the bed and as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor' I watched as she turned towards Jamie and embraced the girl. They started kissing, full on making out tongue and everything and I found my cock getting really' hard. 

I slipped right out of my swim trunks and' threw them to the floor next to my shirt and started stroking my cock as I watched this beautiful scene unfolding right before my eyes. 

Alison pulled Jamie's top half of her bikini off and discarded it, taking her breasts in her hands and fondling them; she leaned in and started licking and sucking the girls left nipple and Jamie moaned. 

She pulled off her bottoms and for the first time in our friendship, I was actually seeing my best friend completely naked. Her breasts were perfect and her ass was even better without clothing over it and that shaved pussy; I just wanted to dive right in.

I watched as the girls continued getting to know each other and soon Alison's clothes started coming off as well. It wasn't' very long before Jamie was sitting on the foot of our bed, with Alison right in front of her thrusting her cock in and out of my friends mouth. Jamie was really going to town sucking her dick, and I continued stroking myself to the sight before me. 

Alison pulled her cock from the girls' mouth and turned her around, pushing her onto her hands and knees on the bed and I slid down some as I realized Jamie was tugging at my ankles. When I slid down, Jamie leaned forward and the next thing I knew she wrapped her beautiful lips around my hard cock and started sucking. 

Meanwhile, Alison was busy on her knees, spreading Jamie's ass cheeks and diving' her tongue between them licking at her asshole. Jamie moaned; this was probably her first time ever receiving a rim job. 

While she was back there, Alison also had a perfect angle at the girls' pussy and she kept rotating back and forth between her ass and her pussy. 

No matter what she did or which way she went with it though, Jamie continued to writhe around in pleasure while doing her best to suck my cock. Alison stood up, giving her a nice slap across the ass and reached for the lube and I knew what she was going to do. 

Jamie stopped sucking me and gasped for air as she pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled up at me. Alison applied plenty of lube and started slipping her fingers one by one into her tight virgin ass, trying to loosen her up enough to fit her big fat dick. 

Jamie groaned, burying her face against my knee and biting her lip as Alison continued fingering her ass with up to three fingers now and I knew she was good and' ready at this point.

"You ready?" Alison asked.

"Oh fuck yeah," was Jamie's reply.

Allie stepped forward some now rubbing her hard cock against Jamie's tight virgin asshole and pushed right into her. She tensed up gripping my knees and practically screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, before taking my dick back in her mouth to try and' muffle her own screams. 

She bobbed her head up and down, sucking and stroking me while Alison started thrusting in and out of her ass fucking her nice and slow at first. After a few seconds though, she winked at me and started pounding the girls ass with long hard strokes and each time she slammed into her Jamie slumped forward and my cock slid back to her throat at an angle that felt really' good. 

A few more hard thrusts and Alison cried out in pleasure and' I knew she was starting to cum. Jamie tensed up, she must have been able to feel the cum flowing into her ass something that was probably a new feeling to her as it had once been to me; I knew because she had told me before, that Jamie had never tried anal sex with any of her previous boyfriends. 

As Alison finished her orgasm, she slumped forward against my friend for a moment, trying to catch her breath before she pulled out and at the same time' Jamie released my cock. She had sensed that I too was getting ready to cum, and obviously that was not something she wanted to make happen just yet. 

"Want to switch now?" Allie asked.

I nodded my head, sliding out from under Jamie who laughed as I gave her a slap on her behind and she stood up as Alison motioned for her to do so. With her standing up now, we guided her over to the chair by the table and bent her over with Alison coming around to the part where you would sit down and shoving her dick right into the girls' mouth. 

I came up behind her and rubbed my hand against her asshole' which was now leaking some of Alison's cum and was also still very well lubricated from both the K.Y. as well as Allie's semen. 

I grabbed hold of my cock and rubbed it against her asshole' which was still wide open and she moaned loudly as I pushed right into her with ease and started thrusting in and out of her. I grabbed hold of her hips and started pounding her, she would slump forward against the chair each time I slammed into her and grunt and moan.

We were pretty much giving her the fucking of her life, turning her into a roast with me plowing her ass from behind while Alison throat fucked the shit out of the girl at the same time. 

Alison motioned for me to stop and to come around and sit down on the chair. As I pulled out, Jamie groaned in disappointment but cheered up a bit' as I sat down on the chair and Alison pulled her around to sit on my lap. 

As she sat on my lap, I positioned her on me at an angle that my cock slipped right into her soaking wet pussy and she gasped in pleasure' as did I.

She positioned herself a little so that her asshole was pointing outward so that I could fuck her' the way I currently was and in the meanwhile Alison could easily slip right up behind her and push her cock into her asshole again. 

This was the ultimate fuck in my opinion, the warmth of her pussy around my cock and I could feel Alison's cock against my own through Jamie's vaginal wall poking in and out of the girls' ass. 

Jamie was at this point quite literally screaming in pleasure as I pulled her closer and started kissing and sucking at her neck, leaving a pretty' big hickey in the place of my lips. I was getting ready to cum now, and the last thing I wanted to do was to pull out but I knew I had to before it was too late.

In one swift motion I lifted her up off my cock careful not to be to forceful so that Alison would not mistakenly harm her asshole, and as she came down on my lap my cock shot a massive load of cum straight up and it landed all over her tits and belly. 

She laughed as I continued to cum a little bit more until I slumped back against the chair, sighing in relief and Alison pulled out of her ass and lifted her up off' of me. She carried her over to the bed and threw her onto the mattress, climbing on top of her and I watched as she wrapped Jamie's legs around her waist and plunged her dick straight into her pussy. 

Just watching as Alison fucked her again, my cock started to get hard once more and I wanted to get back into the circle. Alison must have realized because she reluctantly pulled out of Jamie and rolled over motioning for me to take her place. 

I got on top of Jamie and she wrapped her arms around me pulling me into her dripping cunt as Alison got behind me with the lube and applied a glob of it to my asshole. Once she had prepped me, I felt her dick pressing against my backside and she thrust into me. 

I grunted and bit my lip still plowing Jamie while Alison now started slamming in and out of me with her own big fat cock. It was a straight up three way now with me fucking Jamie and Alison fucking me, all three of us experiencing pleasure together. 

I felt Alison unload deep inside of me, filling me up to the brink with her hot sticky cum and once she finished she pulled out and collapsed beside us while me and' Jamie kept on going. I slipped out just for a moment and as I did, Jamie pushed me over onto my back climbing on top of me and started riding me. 

Alison lay beside us for a few moments before sliding off the bed and sitting on the chair in the corner of the room; as she sat there, she started stroking herself off watching the two of us continue to fuck. 

Jamie bounced up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing along with her, it was the perfect fucking sight and I was' loving every second of it.

Once again, I flipped over on top of her wrapping her legs around me and crushing my lips against hers. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt her racking her nails across my back as I drew closer to yet another explosive orgasm. 

This time, I couldn't' pull out, it just felt too damn good and even if I wanted to Jamie had her legs wrapped around me so tightly she was holding me in place preventing me from trying to pull back. 

Before I knew it, my cock exploded for the third time that night and I found myself pumping my' cum deep into my best friends pussy. I wasn't' wearing a condom and as far as I was aware she wasn't on any birth control; this was probably not such a good thing and I hoped that Alison would not get mad at me for this. 

I felt the orgasm subside and collapsed on top of her, careful not to put my full body weight on her though so I would not harm her. My cock went limb and slipped out of her and I flopped to the side dropping onto the mattress, both of us laughing as Alison stroked her cock hard and fast until she too shot her cum all over herself. 

When the deed was over with, all three of us sort' of just sat there unmoving trying to register in our minds what we had just done together. Meanwhile, I had the growing fear in the back of my mind; what if Jamie got pregnant. Furthermore, what if she got pregnant by Alison rather than me,

I was sure she had not cum but there was a' such thing as pre-cum. Right now though, I was pretty' confident that the main concern was me; pre-cum or not, I was the one who had straight up gone off inside of her without pulling out. If anyone had to worry about unplanned fatherhood, it was I.



Unconditional Love Ch. 10



After the threesome between Jamie and Alison and I, things were a little bit awkward the following morning; but when I went up to the boardwalk with Jamie that afternoon and talked about it we agreed that it wouldn't' change a thing. We were still best friends until the end and we would be just fine,

Alison and I were okay as well, I was alright' with what had happened and apparently she had been pretty turned on watching me fuck Jamie. The one thing we were all worried about though was an unwanted pregnancy; it was' known by all three of us, especially Jamie obviously, that I had came inside of her and I had not been using a condom. 

She wasn't' on birth control either which presented a real problem because that meant there chances of her getting pregnant were a lot higher. I tried not to think about it too much though I decided I was only going to worry about it if it actually happened.

We came back to Philadelphia and resumed our normal lives of going to school and stuff like that; I got a job that made a pretty' decent amount of money and that seemed to make Alison quite happy to know that she would not have to pay for everything by herself anymore. I was happy to of course, knowing that I could actually take her out more often now.

Now, there was only one thing left to do; Alison wanted me to tell my parents that she was actually a transsexual. I was putting some serious thought into it while we were down the shore and by the time' we got back I had decided that I was going to go through with it and tell them about her. 

Right now though, I wanted to sit down and discuss with Alison how I could come out to them and get her advice. So, when I got' done work that afternoon, I made my way directly to her apartment to talk with her. When I got there' I knocked on the door and Christy opened it and smiled seductively at me,

"Well hello there Mike,"

"Hi Christy; is Alison here?"

"Hm...I don't know. But I know I'm here,"

I laughed, shaking my head and leaned against the door' frame,

"Christy...you know that was a one' time thing,"

I pushed past her and into the apartment and jumped in surprise as she gave me a slap on the ass and started laughing. Alison came out of the bedroom at that same moment, just in time to see her friend smack my ass and she too gave a giggle walking over to me to give me a kiss on the lips. 

"Christy, what did I tell you about hitting on my boyfriend?"

"Oh I don't know; yadda, yadda, yadda."

She walked away and left the two of us to ourselves. Alison led me to her bedroom and shut the door behind us, locking it tight as I kicked off my shoes and dropped onto her bed.

Of course she never minded my careless attitude like I owned the place when I came here, otherwise I wouldn't act that way; I wasn't rude, I just felt at home when I came to her place. She plopped down on the bed next to me, leaning on her elbow and gave me another kiss on the lips.

I was happy to be here since we had not actually seen each other in a couple of days, since we got back from the shore. I had been so busy having just started work that we hadn't' had much time to spend together. 

"So, how was work," she asked.

"It was good...I'm getting use to it pretty quick."

I was lucky enough to have gotten a good job working with what I was learning in Community College; carpentry, and it was a good paying job and a lot of fun, of course my experience from school made it easier.

"You look tired,"

"Yes well...that's what work and school do to you right?"

She slid' her hand up my shirt and massaged my chest, laying her head down on the pillow next to me and I sighed in relief. I had come here to talk to her about telling my parents about her, but she was making it difficult to remember what I wanted to talk about because I was so tired and she was making me drift off,

I snapped myself out of it and turned over onto my side to wrap my arms around her and give her a kiss on the forehead. To think, we had been through so much together...things had been going good for us lately and I was just really' happy to finally have a job now.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I said finally.

"Go for it," Alison replied. 

"I'm going to tell my parents about you,"

She smiled and sat up looking very happy to hear what I had just said.

"Really, you're not kidding right?"

"No, I'm dead serious; I think it's about time they know the truth. What do I have to be ashamed of anyway, I'm in love with you."

She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly and I laughed as I pulled her closer and held her tight.

"There's just one problem," I said. "I don't know how to do it; I don't know what to say or how to get it out without making myself look like a damn fool."

"I don't think you'd' look like a fool," she said grinning at me.

"I'm sure your parents will be very accepting of me and I don't think they will have any problems with you being in a relationship with a transsexual."

"I know," I said calmly. "I'm just really...nervous,"

She climbed on top of me just then and leaned in to kiss me before sitting up straight and grinding her ass against my groin. I could feel my cock getting hard and she laughed, smiling seductively at me as she slid back' some and started to undo my belt.

"Well, I could take care of that for you."

She undid the belt and slid my pants and boxers down, sliding down some as well and grabbing hold of my cock. I leaned back, letting my head sink into the soft pillow as she wrapped her gorgeous lips around my shaft and took my entire length. 

She started bobbing her head up and down, sucking me nice and slow at first to make it as enjoyable to me as possible. As I started groaning and bucking my hips, she began to pick up the pace, sucking faster and stroking me while playing with my balls as well.

My sounds of pleasure started to get louder as I felt her index finger over my asshole and suddenly, I felt her push her finger into me and start massaging my prostate gland.

I groaned really' loud and could not help but laugh when we both heard Christy yelling from the living room, "Having fun in there, you two love birds?"

Alison laughed as well but neither of us responded and she continued sucking my cock and fingering my ass at the same time. 

Soon enough, I could feel the pleasure starting to build up and I knew I was not going to last much longer. She must have sensed that, because she inserted a second finger stretching my asshole and started thrusting both fingers in and out really' fast until my body started trembling and I exploded. 

I shot a stream of cum down her throat, followed by another one while grunting and moaning. The third stream was longer then the first two and the forth was the longest, but unfortunately the final and my orgasm began to subside afterwards.

She swallowed it all and released me from her mouth, pulling her fingers from my ass and kissed me on the lips, letting me taste my own cum on her breath as she slid her tongue into my mouth and I felt my cock beginning to soften again. 

"So, did that help take off some of the anxiety?"

"Oh yes, of course. You know...you are the greatest girlfriend ever."

She laughed and kissed me again and suddenly she stood up and slid out of her pants, removing her panties to reveal to me her raging hard-on.

"Well, I'd' like to see you prove that; if you don't mind of course."

She sat on my chest, her dick just an inch or two from my mouth and slid forward grabbing me by the hair and shoving her cock down my throat.

I moaned, savoring the taste of her member as she proceeded' to throat fuck me, the way she always did, the way I always loved. I could feel her balls against my chin as usual and I could feel my own cock starting to get hard again. 

Alison did not last very long, she must have already been very aroused from the start, because after only about two minutes I could feel her shooting a massive stream of hot cum down my throat.

I choked on it and she pulled her cock out of my mouth, shooting the last three shots all over my face and my chest instead. She handed me some napkins and I cleaned up the best I could before she laid back down next to me. I caught my breath and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me again.

"Well I guess I believe you," she said teasing me. 

"You'd' better," I laughed.

Later that day, when I was home I talked to my mom about bringing Alison over for dinner the next night. She agreed to it, sounding rather excited when I told her there was something we wanted to discuss with her and my step-father, I think, she may have thought I was going to tell her Alison was pregnant; that actually made me rather nervous.

If she thought that, she was going to be in for a bit of a disappointment when I told her that Alison could not get pregnant because she had a cock. I hoped she would be as accepting as I believed she would be. 

The next day, Alison arrived at my back door around 4:30 as I told her to be there about that time. She looked beautiful; she knew how nervous I was so she decided to try and' look really' nice for this occasion. 

She had on a blue skirt and a nice shirt that matched quite well and I could smell that she was wearing my favorite perfume of hers, it smelled like cherries and it almost' always got me really horny. 

Right now, as good as it smelled I was a little too nervous to feel aroused though, Dinner was around 5:30, we all sat down at the table after Alison and I helped my mother put the plates and silver wear out and as soon as my sister Alexis sat down dinner began. 

"It's really nice to have you over Alison," my mom said with a smile. "You're a really sweet girl; I'm glad my son found someone like you,"

Alison blushed, "Thank you; I'm glad I found him to."

"So what was it you wanted to tell us Mike?" she asked.

I cleared my throat, and nervously set the fork down on the plate trying to think of what to say. My heart was pounding now and I was starting to sweat a little as the room began to spin. Alison must have noticed because she looked over at me, and started rubbing my arm trying to help me calm down. 

"Well I uh...wanted to talk to you guys...about Alison,"

"What about her?" 

"Is she pregnant," my sister teased and she started laughing as my mother glared at her with a correcting look in her eyes. 

"No Alexis...she's not pregnant. Um...Alison actually can't' get pregnant. It's' a little complicated but she is not quite like most girls...I want you to take a good look at her. I mean, to me, she is beautiful; she's like an angel and I love her with all of my heart."

She blushed and waited for me to continue.

"It's just that...not all parts of her are completely female."

By now, my step-father had a rather confused look on his face and my mother looked a little unsure, while Alexis just looked bored out of her mind and I was actually starting to shake a little from my anxiety. 

"What Mike is trying to say," Alison cut in. "Is that I'm actually a transsexual woman; I wasn't born a girl, I was born a guy but my brain is that of a woman."

Silence followed and now I was certain things were not going to go the way that I had hoped they would go. I looked from my mother to Jim to my sister and back to my mother again waiting for someone, anyone to say something.

"Your' gay?" my sister asked.

"Alexis!" my mother shouted at her and we all jumped in surprise.

"No, it's not that there's anything wrong; just...is that what this means?" my sister asked. 

"No, it doesn't mean that I'm gay. I view Alison as a woman, she just happens to have one part on her body that a real woman would not have. If I'm anything other than straight, I guess I would be bisexual but I'm trying to avoid the labels and stuff."

"If you love her," my mother said. "That's all I care about; I only want to see you happy. As long as your happy and your certain this is what you want and that you will have no regrets later in life; I mean I don't mean any offense but you...you can't have kids of your own,"

I had already thought of that of course in the beginning of our relationship. It had bothered me for a while, but I had gotten past it; I looked over at Alison though and saw a look in her eyes I had never seen before though. 

I couldn't' explain it really but it almost looked like disappointment, like the fact that we could not conceive our own children had never dawned on her until now.

I shrugged it off and turned my attention back to my mother.

"I know that," I replied. "And...I'm okay with it; I mean there's always adoption. It will be different obviously but we'll treat the child as though we conceived he or she,"

Alison smiled weakly and continued eating her meal while my mother and I continued our discussion. Eventually, my step-father, got in on it as well and made it clear that he was alright' with this to. 

I had his approval as well as my mothers and obviously my sisters seeing as she had been the first to make it known she did not mind if I were gay, straight or whatever. 

We finished our dinner and after helping to do the dishes and clean up, we made our way downstairs to my room and lay down in the bed together. 

"So...how'd' I do?"

She smiled and kissed me on the lips, "You did great," she said. "I'm really proud of you; I want you to know that."

I wrapped my arms around her and we stayed like that for a few minutes before I drifted off to sleep, into a deep dream. I was just glad that I had finally gotten this over with, that I had finally told them the truth and they were all okay with it and now I didn't' have to worry about it anymore. It was finally over with,

Alison's POV 

Mike must have fallen asleep, I could feel his arms around me holding me close to him and his breath on my neck but he was motionless. I knew when I heard the snoring, he had indeed fallen asleep and now I was' left here to think about the way the events of tonight had played out. Exactly as I had hoped for the most part, I was very proud of him for telling his family that I was a transsexual. 

I was however, a little saddened by one thing his mother had pointed out. Our inability to have children of our own, Like' he had said there was always adoption, but as feminine, as I was there was one thing' I would never get to be able to say; that our children were really ours with both of our genes involved. 

We would have to adopt which wasn't' horrible, but the child would not have any of our looks or features or traits...if anything, those would all belong to someone we did not even know.

It was a depressing thought really, and I felt my heart breaking the more that I thought about it; what could I do though? Nothing of course, I had to come to terms with that sooner or' later.

Jamie's POV

It had been about a month since we had gotten back from the shore. What an experience that had been; here I was, in love with my best friend thinking I would never get to be with him. But' I ended up hooking up with him and his transsexual girlfriend and letting them both have their way with me.

It had been awkward to say the least, but fun regardless.

The best part of course was when Alison had let Mike fuck me; it was surprising. I hadn't' thought she would let him touch me without her being involved but she actually got off watching the two of us fuck.

When he came inside of me it had been incredible, but I had expected her to at least' get pissed off then. Still, there was nothing; I guess we all knew the risk's' but none of us had really wanted to think about it unless it actually happened. 

Well...I was not so sure now, a month later, what to think at all about the fact that there had been no protection involved.

Especially, because I had not been feeling good at all the last few days,

Waking up feeling nauseous real' early in the morning, and a few other early warning signs as well though I had not actually thrown up at all...yet.

I did not want to just jump to conclusions and assume the worse, but I was starting to get pretty' scared that maybe I was pregnant. Then what would I do about that. 

I mean. The father is in a relationship with a transsexual; Not that I have a problem with that, she was a damn good fuck too but how awkward would that be if we had a baby together and he was with a chick with a dick?

I was going to have to put my fears aside and figure it out though because if it were true then sooner or' later we were all going to have to sit the fuck down together and discuss it.

Alison was going to have to be tolerant of this, she had let it happen, she' enjoyed it so hopefully she would not flip shit if it happened. 

So' I had gone out and bought a pregnancy test, I was going to find out what was going on; hopefully, I was just feeling a little under the weather.

After reading the instructions carefully, I proceeded to pee on the stick, as it said which wasn't' exactly easy. Afterwards, I read the instructions further to find that it would take a couple of minutes before I would get a result. If the blue line came up that meant I was pregnant, if the red line came up that meant I was not pregnant.

I set the test down on the sink and sat on the toilet seat nervously tapping my foot on the floor while waiting. As I waited, I started thinking my mind was racing with thousands of thoughts at once. What would we do if I was' pregnant?

What would Mike say, how would he react? I planned on keeping it if I was pregnant, I did not believe in abortion and I know Mike did not believe in it either so hopefully he wouldn't try to push anything on me that I did not agree with or want to go through with. 

I kept glancing over nervously at the test but there was still no result,

I stood up and started pacing back and forth; I wished for a moment that this were happening with a guy I could actually be in a relationship with, so that I could have his support through this anxiety. 

I had not said anything to Mike yet though, because I knew there was no guarantee; I didn't' want to get his hopes up if hearing something like this would make him overly excited. Finally, I glanced back down at the test and realized the estimated time had gone by; it was time to see the results. 

I closed my eyes and picked it up off the sink not wanting to look right away, and took a few very nervous and shaky deep breaths.

"Here goes nothing," I thought. I looked down at the test to see the results that I had been waiting for,

"Oh fuck...."



Unconditional Love Ch. 11



I woke the next day after telling my parents about Alison, to find that Alison was no longer lying beside me; where she had gone, I had no idea. At first' I thought nothing of it and proceeded to roll out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. 

While doing my business, emptying my bladder I assumed she may' have gone out into the yard to smoke a cigarette or something. Upon coming out of the bathroom I looked outside to find that she was not out there though; my second thought was more logical. Perhaps she had gone to the store to buy breakfast; I reached for my cell phone to find out. After several rings, I was' switched to the voicemail.

I tried again and received the same results, a third time proved to be' no different.

I sighed and' set the phone down and started getting ready to take a shower when I found a note sitting on my desk. I picked it up and started to read it,

"Mike; I have a lot on my mind that I can't get into. I am really' sorry...I be coming back. I know this is sudden and your' probably really' confused. I would not blame you if you hated me, but I'm' afraid I have to end this relationship. It's' too difficult to explain; I want you to do me a favor if you can. I want you to forget about me. Go live a life with Jamie, make her happy like' you made me happy, get married to her and start a family with her. I want you to do everything with her that you would not be able to do with me. 

I am really' sorry,

I love you."

I was in shock and yes, I was very confused as I crumpled up the paper and again reached for the phone. I started calling her repeatedly and after the fifth time she shut her phone off; I growled in anger and threw the cell phone across the room. I began to panic, pacing back and forth and sweating as an anxiety attack began to set in and everything went out of control.

Alison had left me, and I did not even understand why...what had I done?

And' what the' hell did she mean she wanted me to start a life with Jamie? I picked up the phone and dialed my best friend, not because Alison had asked me to though because I needed her comfort. 

Jamie's POV

My cell phone rang, vibrating on the nightstand. I picked it up and was surprised to see that the caller ID said it was Mike. How convenient considering I was going to call him in a few minutes.

"Hello?"

"Jamie," 

It was him' sure enough, but I was surprised to find that he sounded very upset. Something was wrong I could hear it in his voice; he sounded like he was about to cry and I knew Mike was not the crying type of person.

"Mike? What's the matter?"

"It's Alison...she left me,"

I was shocked, and instinctively my hand moved over my chest as I swore I could feel my best friends' pain over the phone. I knew how much he loved her, I had seen it; it had caused me pain to see him share that love with her instead of me but I never wanted this. I never would have wished for them to break up because I knew how happy she made him and that was all I cared about,

"Why; why would she do something like that?"

He choked on his tears over the phone and I waited a few seconds for his reply.

"I don't know," he said. "I woke up...and she was gone. There was a note and it said she was leaving me and she couldn't' explain why. I've been calling her all morning, she wouldn't answer and I think she shut her phone off all together now."

This was horrible,

"Jamie...I need you,"

I sighed running a hand through my blonde hair. I wanted to see him today anyway, I had to tell him the news; it was important that he know. I didn't' want to tell him like this though in the middle of something this traumatizing to him. How was I going to even' begin to lean into that subject when he was this devastated over Alison? 

I could not just leave him hanging though he needed me to be there for him. When everything settled down, then I would tell him what was going on with me and who knows; maybe it would make him feel a little better.

"I'll be right there," I said before hanging up. 

I grabbed a few things I would need such as my purse and apartment keys before rushing out the door to go straight to his house.

Alison's POV

I couldn't' believe I had just left like that, what was I thinking?

He'd' been calling me all morning and I had been ignoring every single phone call with no intentions of calling back. I even deleted his voicemail without listening to it and shut my phone off after that; I was such a bitch. How could I do this to him knowing how much he loved me so much?

Still, I knew in' my heart I was not good enough for him,

This was something that had been on my mind for quite some time and it could no' longer be controlled. I felt like Mike needed a real girl, a girl with a vagina who could provide him a child where I could not. He would make a great father I was sure of that; me though, I would never have the chance to have a kid of my own. That was a painful thought to say the least. Plus' I had seen the way he was with Jamie that night that we all hooked up; I knew what it meant to both of them and I couldn't come between that. 

Sure, it had been arousing to watch but I knew the whole time how great' it felt to him to fuck her and I had known for a long time that Jamie had feelings for him. She had been ignoring them though for his sake because she knew he was happy with me, and she only wanted him to be happy. 

She was a good friend, and if he did as I asked then she would make an incredible wife as well and a great mother. 

I just felt like I was pulling him down; at least I could hope he would not end up hating me for this. Not that I would blame him,

I got back to my apartment and immediately started packing all of my belongings, prepared to leave as soon as possible. I heard the door open and shut in the living room and Christy humming happily as she made her way down the hallway towards my bedroom.  

She walked in and froze as she saw me shoving clothes into a suitcase with a duffle bag sitting beside it on the bed. I looked at her and she looked at me, and I knew she knew exactly what was going on but did not understand why it was happening.

"What's wrong," she asked. 

"I have to leave; I'm sorry, but I have to."

She walked over to me as I continued shoving things into the suitcase and sat down on the foot of my bed staring up at me with sadness in her eyes.

"Allie, honey; talk to me. I'm' your friend, I will listen. Whatever is wrong we can get-"

"Get through it right? No, we can't, I'm not good enough for him,"

"For Mike; what happened did you guy's breakup?"

"I dumped him this morning."

Now she seemed really' shocked as she jumped off the foot of the bed and' grabbed me by the shoulders shaking me angrily.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why would you do something like that?"

"Because I don't deserve him,"

I pushed her away and zippered the suitcase before collapsing onto my bed and burying my face in the pillow, staining it with my tears. She dropped down beside me pulling me into her arms and holding me close to her. I was in the arms of my best friend; I was being a bitch to everyone including her and she was still trying to help me. She didn't' even understand what was going on in my fucked up head,

"I can't get pregnant,"

I blurted it out, no use in holding it in when she knows something is wrong.

"Is that what this is about; are you serious?"

"Yes. I don't deserve Mike because I can't give him what a real woman can,"

She sighed and continued to hold me as I start to sob into the pillow. She gently ran a hand through my' hair trying to calm me down, but we both knew it wasn't' working. I was just to upset, to angry at myself; I never wanted the SRS surgery that most girls like me would get. 

That's' why I remained non-op because I knew surgery would give me a fake vagina and a fake vagina was not good enough for me.

After a few minutes, I pulled myself out of her arms and sat up, getting out of bed and grabbing my bags. I had to go now; I had already checked the times for the next flight to where I was headed and if I wanted to make it in time' I had to get moving.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm catching a flight to LA; it's far away. Far enough for me to forget about' Mike,"

I walked towards the door and stopped as I reached for the knob, then looked back' at Christy who had tears in her eyes now; I was even hurting her as much as I was probably hurting Mike. She was my best friend after all,

"Christy, I'm sorry; I hope you can forgive me."

With that said, I was out the door and on my way to the airport to leave this shithole city and start a whole' new life away from my past. I hated my past with such a passion; all I wanted was to start over again. That's' exactly what I was going to do,

Mike's POV

Jamie showed up about half an hour later; like the good friend that she always was. I knew I could rely on her just like the good old days, I let her in the back door and the first thing she did was' put her arms around me and pull me into a tight hug. 

I hugged her back, trying hard not to cry as she rubbed my back in a comforting manner. She sat down on the edge of the bed and I sighed,

"Let me see the note," she said softly. 

I handed it to her and she read through' it for a few seconds before sitting it down and shaking her head in disbelief. Not even' she could understand what was going on in Alison's mind right now or why she had done any of this.

"Do you know where she went?" 

"I have no idea; I can't even get her to pick up the phone." 

"Do you want to go look for her?"

"I have no idea where to look; it's pointless."

My voice was filled with so much despair it even shocked myself' as much as it shocked Jamie. She hugged me again and I sunk into her warm embrace, still fighting the urge to cry. I had figured it out, why Alison had left and why she had said those things in that note; she was not a genetic girl and she could not get pregnant because of that. 

It was something that obviously was really' bothering her and that was why she had taken off like this without considering how I felt about her.

Was it worth it, I wondered, for her to just' leave like this?

If she wanted kids, we could have settled down and adopted; sure, it might not be the same but it would have been something. We still could have had a family, she didn't' have to just leave like this and here I was sitting around wondering where the' hell she had even gone and if she was safe.

Jamie sighed next to me and I glanced over at her. I could see' in her eye's something was troubling her as well. 

"We need to find her," she said straight to my face. "It's important,"

"I want to," I replied. "But I have no clue where to look."

She stood up and grabbed me by the hand pulling me off the bed and staring deep into my eyes. 

"We have to look okay; because...you two need to be together. It's very important to me that you guys stay happy and don't break up."

I was a little confused now; why was she so determined to save my relationship with Alison? Sure, as a friend, I would expect that of her but she was full of such passion about it that I was a little surprised. 

Especially considering the fact that she had feelings for me herself, and after reading the note and seeing that Alison wanted me to be with her didn't' she want, to act on her feelings now that she had permission?

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because," she said softly. I could tell she was struggling with something, to form words and get it out and it was really bothering her.

"Because I...I'm pregnant."

There it was; the one thing I had been expecting to hear since we got back from the shore but I had tried not to think about. Considering we had used no protection, I had assumed it might happen but I had tried to keep an open mind that it also might not happen. 

"Seriously,"

"Yes, seriously; I wouldn't like about this. I can't do it alone either, I'm going to need help and I know if the three of us raise this child together he or she is going to grow up to be a great person."

I sighed, pulling away from her and glaring out the window into the sky. I couldn't' believe what I was hearing; I was going to be a father. My best friend was pregnant with my child, and I was going to be a father and I found that my anxiety was rising rapidly now; I was in a deep state of shock. 

On top of that, instead of wanting to be together she wanted me to go find Alison and get back with her.

Why would we need her though; Jamie was my best friend. I loved her like' a best friend would, and we were going to have a child together, we didn't need Alison to make sure that he or she grew up right. We could be great parents together, and giving our child a happy life with two parents that were married was one' step that would ensure that child would grow up properly.

"We don't need her," I blurted out, trying to forget about my broken heart. 

"What?"

"We don't need Alison; Jamie, you and me we can raise this child by ourselves the way it's supposed to happen. It's not Alison's so why the hell would we need her involved."

She looked at me confused and shocked by what I was saying to her,

"Besides, this is what she wanted us to do right; so let's do it,"

Jamie's POV

I was' shocked by what Mike was saying, that he wanted to forget about Alison and start a relationship with me and raise our child together. This was or should have been a dream come true; after all this time of struggling with my feelings for him, I had the opportunity to have him at long' last.

I was so happy I could just imagine our life together,

We could get married, save up enough money to buy a house in a couple of years; live in an apartment in the mean time. All of our friends would be happy for us to I was sure. Things would be perfect,

At the same time though, it didn't' feel right for some reason. A reason I could not quite understand since I had spent so long wanting to be with him, why the' hell would I feel wrong about it now that I had the chance. He was right to, this was what Alison wanted, she said it in the note; she wanted us to be together. 

She wanted us to get married and have a family together, though I'm sure she'd' had no idea I was already pregnant with his child when she wrote that note.

It just didn't' feel right to me though, Before I could say a word though, Mike grabbed me and' the next thing I knew he was kissing me on the lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I reacted by doing the same as we kissed passionately. 

I almost forgot about how wrong it felt, consumed in the passion but it did not last long before I was' reminded of my thoughts. I broke the kiss and smiled at him, tears forming in my eyes but I fought them away. I knew this wasn't' right and now, I knew why. Because Mike was lying to himself in so many ways,

"We can't,"

You have no idea how badly it hurt to say those words,

"We can't do it," I repeated.

"What? Why not; of course we can, we-"

"No Mike think' about it, we can't do this. You know it,"

He sighed and got off the bed pacing back and forth across the room in frustration.

"Why not,"

"Because we both know you'd' be lying to yourself. You would be unhappy for the rest of your life, pretending that your' not but deep down inside we would both know it's' not true. You love Alison, you always have, you always will and you cannot run from that kind of love trust me I know."

I didn't' want to get married to him and ten or fifteen years from now have him completely miserable, hating himself and missing her, wondering where she went or what happened to her. I would be wondering the same things and it would bother me as well, because I knew how much he meant to her. 

He was in good' hands with Alison but if that was' taken away he would fall to pieces and I could not bear to watch that happen. I didn't' want our child growing up known his or her father was miserable either, it would not have a good effect on them to know that kind of weight was on his shoulders.

"Mike, I want you to call Christy and ask her if she's heard from Alison. Okay?"

"I...I can't though I mean...I want to. What about us though, our child; what about-"

"We can work it out; we'll get through it one way or another, I promise."

He sighed, and after a few moments' trying to push his anxiety down he reached for his cell phone and dialed Christy's phone number. I relaxed just slightly, trying to ignore the ache in my chest; it wasn't' easy doing this, giving this up so easily after wanting it for so very long.

I had to remind myself it was the right thing to do though; we could still raise a child together. We did not have to be in a relationship to do it, the child would be well, loved and treated like' royalty and I knew Alison would make a perfect addition to that as well. 

Mike's POV

The phone rang four times and after the forth ring, I heard a clicking sound. I was expecting a voicemail to pick up but I sighed in relief when I heard Christy's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Christy, it's Mike; have you seen Allie?"

She sighed on the phone, "Yes I did; she left about an hour ago though,"

"Do you know where she went?"

"Your' going to try and fix this right if I tell you you'll fix things? Because the two of you are great, together and I don't' want to see that fall apart. You need each other,"

I sighed and sat down next to Jamie still holding the phone, wiping a tear away.

"Yes, I'm going to fix it; if she will let me." A few moments of silence went by and she cleared her throat,

"She went to the airport; she's going to LA. Her flight leaves in an hour so you will have to hurry up if your' going to catch her in time."

"Thanks Christy, I appreciate it,"

I hung up the phone and looked over at Jamie. I wasn't' sure what to say really or even what to do; I only had an hour to get to the airport and if I did not make it in time then I was as good as screwed. I could not afford a plane ticket to follow' after her and even if I could I would be searching through all of LA for her when I got there.

"She's at the airport," I said. "Catching a flight to Las Angeles in an hour,"

"We need to get moving then," Jamie insisted. 

"C'mon, let's go!"

We made it only because Jamie drove so damn fast, had it not been for that there was no way we would have gotten there in time. We both ran into the building once she found a parking spot, hoping security would not assume thanks to her speed that we were up to something we were not. It was 2:45, which meant we had fifteen minutes left before her flight left,

Looking around frantically, I spotted the sign that had her flight scheduled on it; gate B was where we had to go. I grabbed Jamie by the arm and pulled her in that direction as we continued running as fast as we could move.

Alison's POV

Here I stood in line to board my plane; they had announced that it was boarding about two minutes ago so I was on the move now getting ready to leave. I could still barely believe I was doing this, taking off like this but I had to do what I had to do; I did not want to slow Mike down in life with my problems.

I was getting closer to the gate now and' was reaching for my ticket so the woman at the door could scan it when I heard someone calling my name.

"Alison,"

After the second time, I turned around to see who it was and was surprised to see Mike and Jamie running towards the line. What the' hell were the thinking I wondered,

"Alison, wait!" Mike yelled. I stepped out of line as he rushed towards me and when he reached me, he flung his arms around me picking me up off the floor and spinning me around before sitting me back on my feet.




Unconditional Love Ch. 11



"What are you doing," I asked as he squeezed me. "You can't leave," 

I looked at him and I could see the pain in his eyes; my heart broke. What was I doing to him maybe I had been the fool this entire time trying to just' take off like this. I was certain it was right but seeing this had left me wondering, he had come all this way just to find and stop me from leaving and I could see the hurt in his eyes; obviously I meant a lot to him.

"You can't leave because I love you; whatever is going on in your mind, stop please. I know you can't' give me children like, you want, but that's' no reason to pick up and take off like this. We can work around all of that,"

"I just thought you'd be happier with someone who could give you a family,"

"I have someone who can give me a family; you can do that. Maybe not in the way it's' normally done but that does not matter to me as much as you think it does. Besides, that little problem is solved I think,"

He glanced at Jamie as he said that and smiled back at me and I wondered what he was talking about,

Jamie stepped forward and hugged me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear,

"Allie, I'm pregnant,"

I pulled away and looked at her with great shock; she was pregnant. Obviously, I understood the meaning behind that, that it was Mike who' was the father,

I knew that she had likely not been with anyone between now and the day that we had all slept together while we were down the shore so it was obvious who the father was.

"I want you involved in this child's life as much as I want the father in it," she said to me. "I wouldn't have it any other way,"

Tears were running down my face at this point and I hugged her back then turned to Mike and gave him a kiss on the lips. He kissed me back passionately and wrapped his arms around me holding me close to him and I felt safe in his arms. 

I hated myself for' ever even considering what I had been prepared to do, if I had left before they got here I never would have been given this privilege,

Mike and Jamie were going to have a child together and I was very blessed that they wanted me involved in the life of their son or daughter. It was a' blessing, one that I would have been stupid to turn down,

"Thank you, both of you," I said kissing Mike again and giving Jamie a hug.

"I'm just glad we got here in time," Mike said. 

I discarded the ticket a little upset about the wasted money I had spent on it but relieved that things had worked themselves out, 

Mike's POV

We left the airport and decided to make our way to a nearby restaurant to get something to eat and celebrate; we ate and discussed what we were going to do about Jamie's pregnancy. By this point, I was full of excitement to know that not only was I going to be a father but I had gotten Alison back before it had been too late and I owed that to Jamie the same as I owed her for making me a father.

After we ate, Jamie drove us back to my parent's house; my mom and step-dad were still completely oblivious to what had been going on today. I had not bothered saying a word to either of them about any of it,

When we got home, Jamie gave us both a hug and we agreed to meet up again in a couple of days for her first doctor's appointment and ultrasound. Alison and I made our way back into the house and as soon as I closed the bedroom door behind us, she threw her arms around me and crushed her lips against mine. She pushed my back up against the door and slid her tongue into my mouth and I felt myself quickly becoming aroused.

"Did I tell you how romantic it was that you came after me like that," she asked smiling at me. I smiled back and laughed kissing her on the lips again and pulling her into a hug.

"Couldn't let you take off on me like that; you mean way too much to me. Besides, we're all in this together right?"

She kissed me again passionately this time and we worked our way across the room towards the bed as she tugged at my shirt and pulled it over my head tossing it to the floor. 

She shoved me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me removing her own shirt followed by her bra and leaned in so that her breasts were right in front of me. I reached up, running my hands up and down her back and kissing her on the lips before sucking on her tits.

Little by little, the rest of our clothes were removed and' thrown aside until we were both down to nothing more than our underwear. She slid down some and removed my boxers revealing, my hard-on and wrapped her beautiful lips around it, taking me straight to the back of her mouth. 

I groaned, as her head bobbed up and down performing one of her brilliant blowjobs on me that I always loved so very much. 

As she moved her head up and down, I groaned enjoying the friction and she suddenly turned around so that her ass was now in my face and continued sucking. I reached up hooking my thumbs around the sides of her panties and pulling them down; she slid out of them, and I tossed them to the floor.

With her ass in my face and her cock and balls dangling inches from my mouth, I reached up and wrapped my lips around her and she, moved back some so that she could slide down my throat more easily.

I groaned, savored the taste and inhaled the musky aroma of her sweet ass as we continued to go down on each other.

She pulled off' of me for a moment and turned around, shoving her cock down my throat and thrusting in and out of my mouth while reaching behind her and stroking my own dick. I moaned, but the sound was' muffled by her member crammed down my throat and she started breathing heavy as she became closer and closer to her orgasm.

Finally, I felt it, the warm sticky cum hitting the back of my throat and she cried out in pleasure as she shot her load down my gullet.

She pulled back, and the last three shots hit my face, running down my chin and I gasped for air as I pulled out from underneath of her. She grabbed me by the hips though and turned me around throwing me down onto the bed before climbing on top of me and reaching for the lube. 

She applied a generous amount to my cock and a little extra to her ass before lowering herself down and impaling herself on my throbbing erection.

I groaned as I slid right into her and she started bouncing up and down,

The bed shook underneath of us and the room was' filled with the sounds of our passion; I was getting close now and her own cock was hard again from the fucking that I was giving her.

I pushed her off' of me and grabbed her, lifting her legs up and thrusting right back into her ass fucking her in missionary now, and much harder to. 

She was crying out in pleasure, screaming my name and digging her nails into my back and I could feel the pressure building up in my balls until finally I hit the climax and felt myself letting go. 

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as I started filling her up until my' cum leaked out and around the length of my cock. 

I sighed in relief, collapsing on top of her but she wasn't' done with me just yet. Her own dick had grown hard again while I had been fucking her, and she was ready to reverse the roles and start round two already.

Before I knew it, she had pulled out from underneath of me and gotten behind me pouring a glob of lube all over her cock and leaning in close. I could feel her warm wet tongue against my asshole and I moaned as she licked at it, sliding her tongue in and out and using her saliva to lubricate me. It had been a while since she had given me a rim job, so it felt exceptionally good,

She pulled her face away from my ass and' the next thing I felt was the heat of her cock pressing against me and I felt her push right into me with one hard thrust. I grunted, than moaned, digging my nails into the bed sheets, as she wasted no time pounding my ass with long hard thrusts.

She was fucking me good both of us were so horny that neither of us really wanted to waste any time fooling around so she was really going at it early on.

Eventually, we flipped over so that now I was on top riding her cock and bouncing up and down. My own cock flopped around as I moved up and down on her, and I grabbed it stroking it nice and slow until it was hard as a rock. I could feel her throbbing dick deep inside of me rubbing up against my prostate gland and I felt myself getting close really' fast. 

I wanted it to last forever, it had been since we were down the shore when she had last fucked me this hard and it felt so damn good I never wanted it to end. 

Unfortunately' though, it could not go on forever and when she gave a cry of pleasure I knew it was time. I clenched my ass around her cock and she gave a twitch and pushed her ass up off the bed pushing deeper into me and lifting me up some as she did and I felt her cum pumping deep into my rectum.

When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed and I felt my own cock erupt and gasped in pleasure as I grasped it tightly. I shot the sticky cum all over her face and her breasts and she giggled as I did, before I pulled off and collapsed beside her both of us trying to catch our breath. 

We were exhausted, worn out and' my asshole was gaping and as it slowly closed up again it became rather sore from the hard fucking I had just received. 

No words were' exchanged after we had finished, we simply lay there enjoying each other's company as we slowly started to drift off to sleep. I maintained consciousness though, because I never wanted to stop looking at her beautiful face. 

This had been a horrible day but it had changed and become much better once I had managed to catch up with her and stop her from leaving; it dawned on me then, I should probably let Christy know I had stopped Alison. 

I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take a piss before coming out and grabbing my cell phone to make the call. Allie had fallen asleep, so I had to keep it quiet so as not to wake her,

"Christy," I said into the phone. "I stopped her; everything's alright now."

Everything was alright' now; I had the love of my life back and she wasn't going anywhere and on top of that we were going to be so much happier in about nine months. 

Things could not be any better than they were right now.



Unconditional Love Ch. 12



It had been seven months since we found out that Jamie was pregnant with my child, and since then we had all been very busy preparing. I had taken on more hours at work while Alison had been doing a lot of shopping to buy things like clothes and diapers and other things that we were going to need. 

We had taken two days off from all the chaos for only two reasons; the first being to celebrate Alison's 30th birthday and the second being the day that Alison and I were moving into our own apartment. 

For her birthday, I had bought her a cake and invited Jamie and a bunch of our friends to my house, surprising her with a small party. She seemed very happy and surprised and even more satisfied when everyone went home that night and I completed the event with an hour of birthday sex. 

I literally let her tie me to the bed and use me in every way she wanted for an entire hour until she had climaxed at least four times that night. Two days later was when we moved from my mother's house and Alison's apartment, to our new place out in Delaware County. 

We rented a' U haul truck to get all of our stuff to the apartment; first moving my stuff out of the basement then we drove to where Alison was at the moment and picked up all of her stuff before moving on.

It was the night that we moved in and everyone was here to help us get ourselves situated; when I say everyone though, I only really mean Jamie and Christy in addition to myself and Alison. We'd' carried tons of boxes and other stuff from the truck and up the stairs into the apartment, though Jamie in her current condition was only able to help unpack certain things. 

Being seven months pregnant, there was of course no way in hell that I was going allow her to do anything else; but she insisted on being here and at least doing something to help us get' settled in.

It was getting late though and we had all settled down and ordered a couple of pizzas for dinner. I set up the TV and the cable so that we could all sit down on the couch and watch whatever looked interesting. Seeing as it was December and Christmas was coming up real fast, there were all kinds of Christmas movies on for us to sit and enjoy. 

"I can't believe this is our own place," Alison said as she sat down next to me and lay' her head against my chest. I smiled, running a hand through her hair and giving her a kiss on the forehead. We were both very happy to have our own place after being together for so long and now that we had taken that step' we were looking forward to the future.

"It really is a nice apartment," said Jamie. "I know the baby is going to be comfortable here when she visits."

Through ultrasounds, we had discovered that our unborn child was set to be' a girl and we had settled on the name Madison. Allowing the doctor to tell us the sex of the baby was a decision we had struggled with for a little while, but we decided we wanted to know and we had no regrets for asking. 

Jamie and I had arranged a shared custody plan; the child would live full-time with her and every other weekend would stay at the apartment with me and' Alison. On occasion, Jamie would also come along and spend the weekend here with us as a way to get away from the city and stress. That would only be possible when she was not' tied up with work though of course.

Christy walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch across from Alison and me, a wide smile on her face.

"I'm really going to miss you Allie,"

"I know, me to; but we'll keep in touch right?"

She got up and walked across the room, sitting on Christy's lap and giving her a big hug. I smiled slightly I knew Christy was a little depressed that Alison was moving out and into her own place with me. It wasn't that she did not want us to be together; just that it had been a while since she'd' had a boyfriend of her own. 

She was depressed and lonely and Alison had kept her company until now.

"Well, I really need to get going," she said as Alison slid off her lap and she stood up and stretched. 

"I need to get back home; I have work real early in the morning."

I stood up and so did Jamie as we all walked her to the door, I gave her a hug and then Jamie followed and she opened the door stepping out into the hall.

"I think you guys are all going to be really happy," she said. "I'll call to check in with you in a couple of days."

With that, she turned and made her way down the stairs and out of the small apartment complex to her car. It was just Alison, me and' Jamie now and we made our way back to the living room again. Around midnight, we all made our way to bed. We set Jamie up on the recliner with a pillow and blanket to keep her warm before making our way to our new bedroom. 

I closed the door behind us and locked it, surprised when Alison grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I laughed and kissed her back, her tongue sliding into my mouth and my cock responding by pushing against my pants.

"First night in our new place," she whispered in my ear. "Want to have some fun?"

"Well sure; why not?"

As soon as the words had left my mouth, she ripped my shirt off and tossed it to the floor; it was a button up flannel so it came off pretty' easily. She started fumbling with my belt buckle before yanking my pants and boxers down around my ankles. I had removed my shoes earlier in the living room so I was able to slide out of the pants quite easily, kicking them aside.

While I was busy doing that, Alison had begun to undress herself as well before turning back to me and crushing her lips against my own again. I kissed her with such intensity that I could feel her hard cock pressing against my own and I reached down to fondle her balls. 

She moaned as we made our way towards the mattress and collapsed on top of it, and she climbed on top of me rubbing her ass up against my cock.

She leaned down and kissed me again, before sliding forward and grabbing a fistful of my hair and shoving her cock down my throat. I gagged as she began throat fucking me and the room was' filled with the familiar gagging sounds of me sucking her dick.

After two minutes of that, she pulled out of my mouth and slid down, flipping me over onto my stomach and lying on top of me. I could feel her thick hot rod rubbing against my bum, probing me gently as she prepared to penetrate me. She reached for the lube and covered my asshole with it, rubbing it in nice and good before continuing to probe me with her dick. 

A few gentle shoves and she popped right into me; I gasped, gripping the bed sheets and then let out a low moan of pleasure as she pushed deep into my bowels. 

She grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up onto my knees and proceeded to fuck the living hell out of me. She was pounding in and out of my ass with long hard strokes, burying her cock deep inside my ass over and' over again and I could feel her starting to swell up as she grew close to her orgasm. 

I flipped over on top of her, my back to her, as I started riding her bouncing up and down. The familiar slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room along with the creaking of our mattress. We were both starting to get pretty' loud now, between the natural sounds, there was also the noise being made from all the moaning and' groaning and grunting. 

Once more, she flipped me over, only this time onto my back rather than my stomach. She lifted my legs up over her shoulders and continued slamming in and out of my ass for a few moments longer, before pulling out and with a howl of pleasure she exploded, shooting her load all over my chest and face. 

Jamie's POV

I could hear them in there going at it like fucking animals in heat; it was driving me crazy. I groaned in frustration, staring up at the ceiling above me before pushing the recliner down and standing up. I walked to the kitchen to the fridge in hopes of finding something to drink or eat; if I weren't' pregnant I would be going straight for the whiskey.

Unfortunately' though, a glass of ice' cold milk would have to do it for now,

I leaned against the counter next to the sink, took a sip of the milk and jumped in surprise as Mike came around the corner and into the kitchen.

"Sorry," he laughed. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright...I just wasn't paying attention that's all."

"You alright; what are you doing up so late,"

I finished off my drink and put the glass in the sink, turning on the hot water and filling it up before turning back to my friend and the father of my unborn child.

"It's nothing really I just...couldn't sleep,"

"Oh...okay. Can I get you anything before I head back to my room?"

I shook my head and he sighed, before turning on his heels and walking back towards the bedroom he shared with Alison. I sighed and sat down at the table, trying to clear my head and forget about what I had heard a few minutes ago.

Alison's POV

Mike had fallen asleep at least an hour ago. When he came back into our room, he told me that Jamie was in the kitchen wide' awake and it seemed like something was wrong but she had not told him what. 

Concerned for our friend, I rolled out of bed and crept out of our bedroom, careful not to wake Mike, to see if she was still awake.

Sure enough, I found her sitting in the kitchen, staring blankly at the wall and looking quite exhausted to be honest. I sat down at the table and smiled across at her; she locked eyes with mine and smiled back.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know; I just feel really depressed."

"I guess maybe...it's the hormones?" I asked. 

I don't know why I would entertain such a stupid thought; I knew what was really' troubling the girl. She was in love with my boyfriend, hell, she was having a baby and he was the father. I couldn't' blame her for feeling depressed, but I also had no clue what to say or do to make things any better. 

Mike was my boyfriend, I loved him and I was past the point where I felt like he deserved better than me; Jamie would not even be pregnant if I had not arranged the threesome we'd' had while we were on vacation.

Yet, at the same time, I also felt really' bad for her; not completely because of the situation that she was in though. I felt bad for her because I actually had feelings for her just the same as she had for Mike and just the same as I had for him. I loved Jamie, maybe not as much as I loved Mike, but definitely in a romantic way' no questions about it.

"You love Mike don't you?"

She glanced over at me, looking shocked that I had such a thing. But' after a moment or two' that look of shock wore off and I could see the tears rising up in her eyes. She broke down, burying her face in her hands and started to sob. I moved the chair closer to her and pulled her into my arms, holding her close to me trying to decide what the right thing to do here would really be.

"It's my own fault," she said trying to get a grip. 

"I should have told him when we were teenagers; I waited too long, and he found someone else. It's not your fault or his, it's my own."

I wiped her tears away and took a deep breath, exhaled and brushed her hair out of her face. I was trying to decide how we could make this work; it might be awkward for the child to grow up and have to tell people that she had three parents, two moms and one dad. 

Then again, didn't' that happen all the time anyway when a child's' parents split up and either the mother or father remarried? Perhaps it would be possible, for the three of us to have some sort of an open relationship and raise this child together; then everyone would be happy. 

Jamie and Mike would have a kid together and Jamie could be with Mike romantically, and I would still have him to myself as well. 

To do that though, I was going to have to try not to be too jealous when I saw the two of them together; I didn't' mind so much. Just watching them fuck' each other that day while we were down' the shore had been such a turn on for me that I had loved every second of it.

The only thing was I was going to want a piece of her as well not now obviously, with her being pregnant. Lot's' of people did that yes but it was not my thing having sex with a pregnant chick just felt weird to me, unnatural.

Before I could give it a second thought, I found myself leaning in and kissing Jamie on the lips. I had taken her off guard she froze but after a few moments responded by kissing me back and sliding her tongue into my mouth. 

At that same exact moment, Mike walked into the kitchen and startled us both. He stood by the entrance of the kitchen staring at the both of us with confusion obviously written all over his face; we had some explaining to do.

Mike's POV

I have no idea what's' going on here, but I just walked in to the kitchen to find my transsexual lover making out with the girl that was pregnant with my child. It was rather strange to say the least, but I wasn't angry at' either one of them; after all, that was how she had wound up pregnant in the first place. 

She and Alison had hooked up while we were on vacation and then pulled me into it and by the end of the day; I had impregnated her with Allie's permission of course.

I did however feel that I deserved to know what the' hell was going on.

"What the fuck is this," I asked calmly.

"I uh...I-I'm sorry," Jamie stuttered nervously.

"No, it was me; Mike, I kissed Jamie. She didn't do this, it was me."

"Whoa, whoa calm down; I'm not angry at either one of you. I just want to know what's' going on, I mean...not what we did before...right? It might be kind of strange now."

"No, not that at all," Alison reassured me. I sighed in relief and she smiled at me. 

"Why don't you sit down; I have this crazy idea that I want to run by both of you and maybe it could work out if you both agree."

I sat down slowly, a still little stunned by what I had just walked in on,

I waited patiently for Alison to begin explaining this supposed "idea" she had come up with,

"So here's the deal," she said with a start. 

"Jamie...I want you to tell Mike how you feel about him; it's okay, I won't be angry with you."

I looked from Alison to Jamie who looked very nervous and afraid and then back to Alison who smiled at the girl trying to reassure her it would be okay. What the' hell was she trying to do here; this was making less sense with every second that went by. Jamie turned and looked at me and took a deep breath,

"Mike I...I'm in love with you,"

Now I was definitely a lot more stunned than I had been just moments ago when I walked in on her making out with my transsexual lover. 

"I have been in love with you since we were teenagers; I just waited way too long to say something to you. I kept it in after you hooked up with Alison, I didn't' want to say anything because I knew how happy she made you. I figured as long as she made you happy that was all that I cared about,"

"Now Mike...in all honesty, how do you really feel about Jamie?" Alison asked. 

I looked at her a little irritated with her. I had it in my head that this was some sort of trap or something, a trick question. If I owned up to what was really on my mind I was afraid Alison would pull a total 180 and freak out on' me and prove that it had been a set up all along.

"It's okay," she said. "I won't get angry; it's not a trick." She must have read my mind I thought and laughed.

"Okay...Jamie I uh...I think I love you to. It hit me the day that we all had sex, when Alison told me I could go one on one with you. I just felt something between the two of us; like electricity. I realized than there was something inside me' that wanted to be with you, but I pushed it down and tried to forget it because I love Alison just as much as I love you. I can't' leave her because I am in love with her and I want to spend my life with her but...at the same time. I love you as well,"

I could see tears in her eyes and she smiled weakly as I finished speaking. What had I just said; I had just told her I loved her but I loved Alison to and I couldn't' leave her. Opening up about that may have made things worse because now she knew I loved her back but I had no' intentions of leaving Alison to be with her. God damn it, I was such an asshole,

"This works out perfectly," Alison said, startling both of us. We both glanced over at her and waited for her to explain her logic as she smiled back at me and Jamie both. 

"It works out great because I love you Mike, and I am also very attracted to Jamie. That's' why if the two of you are okay with it, I was thinking we could have a sort of open relationship. Mike, you and I will still be together, but Jamie will be involved with us as well."

Was she smoking crack?

"After this pregnancy is over, Jamie you and Mike can be together whenever you want as long as you understand he is with me to. The same thing goes both ways, I can be with Jamie whenever we want as long as Mike understands that I love him' just as much. And of course, we can have our little three ways from time to time as well,"

I looked at Jamie and noticed she was smiling now and I wondered if perhaps she was actually taking this into' consideration, or if she actually liked the idea that Alison had just presented.

"I like it," Jamie said. 

"You...you what,"

"I like it; I love you Mike. But' I will admit I do feel some attraction to Alison as well. I guess if I didn't' I wouldn't even be pregnant right now because there's no way I would have slept with both of you if I didn't find her attractive as well. There's no reason why the three of us can't be together and have an open and loving committed relationship with each other; especially if Alison thinks it's possible."

I thought it over and realized maybe' it was the best way to work out all of this. I loved Alison, I loved Jamie to, Alison loved me but she found Jamie attractive and Jamie felt the same way. So it was the perfect solution to a' love triangle that could have caused a shit ton of drama like most situations like that normally; instead of the drama, we could all be together in the end. 

Alison smiled at Jamie and nodded at her, and Jamie stood up and came around to sit down next to me. I smiled at her and' she smiled back at me and we sat there a few seconds just staring into each other's eyes. 

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and I kissed her back. It felt great to actually be able to do that; I felt that electric feeling I said I had felt earlier, when we slept together seven months ago. The kiss broke and Alison stood up smiling at the both of us,

"Great...so it's settled than. Hey, maybe we could even have another kid together, only this time I could be the sperm donor,"

We all laughed, but I had a feeling that Alison might have actually been serious about that one. I couldn't' help but notice how happy Jamie seemed now; we stayed up a couple of hours longer talking about it and she was laughing the entire time that we were talking. 

This was probably the happiest I had seen my best friend in a long time, and I was glad to finally see that she was happy. 

I had no idea what the future held for the three of us or the child that we were going to have in two months. I just knew that I was happy, with my best friend and my love of my life I could not ask for anything else in life. 

So' that's' that; a lot' of people wanted to see Jamie become involved with Mike and Alison. So' I figured I would give it a go, and here it is. A lot, of people have also been requesting a side-story spin-off with Christy as the dominant main character; I'm' going to give that a try as well so keep your eyes out for that in the next week or so. 

In the mean time, let me know if you would like to see ONE MORE CHAPTER in which Jamie would wind up becoming pregnant again, this time with Alison as the "father."




Unconditional Love Ch. 12



If I do, do' that though, it will be the end of the series; let me know what you people think.