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Perspectives

By: imprimatur



6 PM February 14, 200_

Ed's Perspective

I must confess to some excitement. Allison shows evidence she may be thawing. As I turned and waved at Allison and Deshawn, I noticed he was standing close to her his arm around her waist. Allison stood a few inches taller than he did. Deshawn said her height didn't bother him. He liked all women regardless. She didn't look pained or uncomfortable and didn't seem to notice or mind his proximity or his touch. They returned my wave. Walking out to the gate, I wondered if Allison was starting to really loosen up some. In the past, I have seen her push men away when they came too close. Apparently, Deshawn's presence wasn't threatening to her and she didn't mind his friendly displays of affection. Thank God, since I didn't want her to do anything that might offend my boss.

Allison was virgin territory when we married. She saved herself for true love and marriage. Looking at myself in the mirror now, I wonder how she saw true love in my face. She saw my face bright with lust and read into that lecherous expression the true love for which she looked. Our wedding night turned on a predictable response. A virgin unversed in sexual practice, Allison limited me to enjoying her charms in the standard missionary position. No sucking or licking allowed. Still, the excitement fired my libido. She was beautiful. She still is. Humping away between those long, slender legs overwhelmed me. I came like a jackrabbit. Allison seemed pleased to have made me feel good. She made to slide out from underneath me. I tried to hold her in place.

"Sweetheart, I'll be ready again shortly."

"That's enough for now. Let's talk." She squirmed from under me and raised herself up on an elbow.

"I'm sorry I didn't make you have an orgasm." I said, humbled. Just entering her had made me cum. The best I remember now, I thrust into her about three times before I exploded.

"That's okay darling," she leaned across and kissed me, "it was my first time. I am a little sore where you popped my cherry. Next time I will be more relaxed. You'll see."

Was she serious? Was she patronizing me?

Then she went on for a while about her hopes and aspirations for our marriage: getting comfortable with one another, jobs, a house and a family. She definitely wanted kids.

Allison did relax somewhat as the months passed. Nevertheless, she refused all my offers to stimulate her orally. She refused my requests for fellatio by saying, "that's so nasty." . I never entertained the thought of suggesting anal penetration. I could imagine the look on her face.

She limited our lovemaking to twice a week. With her period in progress, Allison refused me in bed. She said sex was out of the question. She said I would get excited-actually she said, "...all hot and bothered..."-and she would not be able to help me (what she meant was she would not make me cum with her hand or her mouth.)

Disappointing yes, but her looks were such I was grateful for the two sessions a week in the traditional missionary position.

I tried talking with her to get her to loosen up in bed. I said I would get books; movies: the sex therapy type, or go with her to a counselor to help put her at ease regarding some of my 'abnormal requests' (her choice of words.) She would become upset. She said she would just die if she had to talk about this very private aspect of our marriage; and the books and movies would probably be by people who thought like me she added pointing at my chest. Then after our talks, she would become noticeably cool in bed rebuffing me for two or three weeks. Therefore, as I said, I learned to be grateful for the two sessions a week.

Nevertheless, I still feel resentment at her treatment: her 'my way or the highway position' on matters sexual. In fairness to Allison, though, she was quite open with her prudish personality while we were dating, before and after our engagement. It never occurred to me that she would not relax and become more experimental as our marriage evolved.

Fortunately, for me my boss has been a much-appreciated listening ear. Deshawn Botray and I were very business-like when I first started working in his firm. But, over the months, we warmed to one another to the point where I felt we had become friends. His ease of manner and relaxed demeanor were infectious and did infect his office staff creating an easy atmosphere and a fun place to work. He remarked to me one day how beautiful Allison was while looking at a picture of her I kept on my desk. Somehow, this broke the final layer of formality between us. It was a short walk from that point to the point where Deshawn became my confidant.

I must admit to some fear inviting Deshawn to spend the evening with Allison and I last night. I knew Deshawn's relaxed, gregarious nature might meet one of Allison's cool rebuffs or verbal rebukes. Nevertheless, Deshawn and I are close enough that I felt the risk was justified. Allison and I had to start mingling among the people with whom I worked. She tended to keep to a narrow pattern of behavior: few friends and fewer outside activities. She was comfortable with this status quo but I felt my job required us to be a little more social.

I don't know why I worried. Deshawn charmed her socks off. At first, Allison appeared cool to Deshawn's effusive good nature. I don't think she liked him patting and holding her hands from time to time at first. I think Allison probably acquiesced to be polite. Deshawn obviously thought touching Allison's hands was a friendly gesture. I decided to act like I didn't think anything wrong with Deshawn's friendly caresses. Apparently, Deshawn's handholding and relentless good nature paid dividends. When we dropped him off at his townhouse, Allison joined in with the chorus insisting we had to get together again.

Little did I know, then, that I would be sitting on a plane the next day waiting to fly to Denver, leaving Deshawn the pleasant task of escorting Allison to the movies. In truth, I didn't mind if they went to dinner and made a date of it. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable, knowing I had revealed the private, sexual aspects of my marriage to my boss. I knew Deshawn wouldn't tell. I think my unease was due to the fact that Allison didn't know I had breached our marital privacy and confided our sexual behavior to someone she hardly knows. 

6 PM 24 Hours earlier

Allison's Perspective

Much to my disappointment, Ed invited Deshawn to go to dinner with us and afterwards join us for a movie. I looked forward to these outings with Ed: dinner and a movie; conversation; handholding. I enjoyed the two of us doing simple activities. The addition of another person disappointed me. I never liked threesomes. The social equation is too strained.

Anyway, Ed and I picked Deshawn up at his apartment downtown. This was my first time meeting Ed's boss Mr. Botray. Deshawn owned the business. Ed talked about him quite a bit at home. He admired Deshawn's relaxed, laidback attitude in the face of job related stress and other on the job disappointments. Abstractly, I liked Deshawn for his influence seemed to help Ed relax more, especially regarding work. I knew from Ed that Deshawn was ten plus years Ed's age and African American by birth and laidback around the office but little else.

Ed stopped the car in front of this fat middle-aged black man. Ed got out of the car. I thought for a moment Deshawn must still be inside his apartment and this dark obese thing would turn out to be a coincidence in timing. My idea died quickly as Ed greeted the giant with a big smile and handshake. I had assumed an African American the height and size of Ed not this obese hulk that made the car sag when he got in the back seat.

Ed did the introductions. "Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet Deshawn Botray." Ed looked in the rear-view and side-view mirrors for an opening in the traffic.

"Mr. Botray, I'd like you to meet my wife, Allison Johnson." 

He found an opening an accelerated into the flow of traffic. Deshawn reached over my seat with his hand. "Pleasure to meet you," he said.

I took his proffered hand. "Likewise," I replied, "Ed talks about you so much." "Please call me Deshawn." His voice sounded relaxed and confident.

Right away, I found Deshawn forward and impertinent. I attempted my usual quick handshake. He shook it but didn't let go. His grip, though gentle, conveyed strength. I didn't like this aggressive gesture. I tried to pull my hand free. His grip remained firm despite the obvious message my effort had signaled. I acquiesced and let my hand rest in his. The effort to try and to free it would prove difficult if not impossible and that same effort might cause disturbances that would alert Ed to my struggles.

I didn't want Ed to know my predicament or know how uncomfortable I felt. In addition, I didn't want the situation to unravel and cause Ed embarrassment. Intuitively, I knew Mr. Botray's action established some kind of domination over me for the moment but I assumed that dominion would be short-lived and would last no more than the length of our outing tonight. "So, I finally get to meet the beautiful Allison," He maintained the confident tone, though I knew he was aware I felt other than relaxed. 

Relaxing his muscles he allowed gravity to pull our joined hands down so that both of them rested on the upper part of my right breast. The side of his large, pudgy mitt rested on the swell of my breast. The position of his hand made two facts perfectly apparent: I wore no bra and my breast's suppleness informed him it was natural and not man-made. "Oh yes," Deshawn whispered. "Huh," said Ed keeping his eyes on the road, "I didn't catch that Deshawn." "I'm just teasing Allison," he said sounding bemused. "I should have warned you Deshawn could be quite the joker." Ed chuckled at his own observation.

Ed drove unaware, that with the introductions now over, Deshawn's hand still held mine captive. Not content with resting his hand motionless he began a slight rhythmic motion with his hand sweeping back and forth across my right breast. Without my consent, my nipple distended in response to this unwanted motion. 

Additionally, Deshawn teased the palm of my trapped hand with the tip of his middle finger and ring finger. Focused on the traffic, Ed didn't notice any of the digital trespasses made by his boss. A tingle radiated from my violated palm to my upper arm and down to the area of my breast where his hand moved back and forth. Unbidden by my will, I realized both my nipples had become erect. I could only hope my blouse wasn't too revealing. Without warning, he released his grip letting his fingers slide from around my hand.

I felt flushed, embarrassed and uncomfortable all at once. I did not turn to give him a hard 'how dare you' look. Inwardly, I cursed my timidity. At the same time, I tried, by an outwardly calm demeanor, to keep Ed from sensing my discomfiture. I did not want to ruin the evening by getting angry and loud calling his friend rude, insolent and perverted. Also, complicating the picture was the fact Deshawn was Ed's boss. Intuitively, I knew Deshawn would disavow any wrongdoing. My accusations and his denials would put Ed in an intolerable position, I felt weird too. For the first time in our marriage I was keeping a secret from Ed. I did not see any other way to address the situation. I could only hope Deshawn was just playing around and teasing. Maybe he did that with women, especially wives of employees, to see their reaction knowing they would be afraid to say anything.

At the restaurant, much to my dismay, Ed insisted on sitting me between him and Deshawn. I had hoped Ed would sit between us preventing any more of Deshawn's friskiness. I knew my husband's supervisor well enough, now, to know he would take advantage of the dim lighting. I didn't relish his attention. Throughout, before, during and after dinner, Deshawn displayed a warm, caring sentiment for both Ed and I. Ed did not seem to mind Deshawn covering my right hand with his big, fat, black paw. I, personally, don't think Ed ever realized the extent to which I had become a hand rest for Deshawn's huge mitts.

I kept quiet and pretended to enjoy the conversation. Ed loves the sound of his own voice. Deshawn reinforced Ed's loquacity with rejoinders and questions that required Ed to continue talking. Ed held my other hand. He didn't seem to mind Deshawn having possession of my right hand. After a time, Deshawn removed his hand. For a moment, I enjoyed the freedom of my right hand. That thought was short lived. I felt his big paw come to rest about midway up my right thigh. I wore no stockings with the mini skirt. Ed insisted my legs didn't need to be covered by nylon, "perfection should be enjoyed by the senses not covered up." My vanity complied with this compliment and I hadn't worn stockings since.

Very flustered at this point, I stood and excused myself.

Without warning, Deshawn prevented my departure by pressing my leg against my chair with one of his legs. My involuntary stillness afforded, Deshawn a quick, stealthy feel of my bottom. In one swift, motion his hand found the fabric of the thong and followed the thinning band of cloth until it entered the crevice between my cheeks. He rubbed each buttock to the top of my thighs and then released my leg. During this attack on my rear, Ed had been scooting his chair back to give me more room to pass by.

"There, now you can get by," he said unaware I waited not on him to move but for Deshawn to release me beneath the table. On unsteady legs, I walked to the powder room. While in transit, it occurred to me Deshawn knew the briefest of thongs represented my total complement of underwear.

I reflected sardonically, that Ed would have no idea what I wore under my silk blouse and mini skirt.

In the bathroom, I set in a stall trying to comfort myself with the thought this was just one evening. Hereafter, I would decline any function or activity Deshawn attended. In addition, I did not want to cause a public scene with Ed's boss during our date. I would just endure the uninvited and unwanted touches and attentions. After a few minutes of these resolute cogitations, I returned to the table, firm in my resolve

That resolve evaporated when I saw only Deshawn sitting at the table. I hesitated briefly, and Deshawn rewarded my tentativeness with a smile. 

"Go ahead, and stand there till your husband gets back. I don't mind. In fact, I understand your hesitation," he said.

He sat with nonchalance and radiated an easy confidence. His relaxed posture and easy smile were disarming. He showed no compulsion to be other than he was. No doubt, predators dominated his genetic makeup.

I sat down. I felt uncomfortable and helpless.

Showing no concern for my feelings, he immediately began caressing my right thigh. I remained motionless and did not try to parry his hands.

"I sent Ed to call the office regarding a client. The call is unimportant. However, it will consume several minutes of his time. I wanted to be alone with you for a few minutes." No hint of tension or excitement ruffled Deshawn's voice.

Made bolder by Ed's absence and the low lights of the restaurant, he slid his hand up between my legs and started caressing the tiny strip of fabric that barely covered my labia. I jumped and squealed softly when he touched me there. The people at the table nearest us looked over. I smiled and nodded at them raised my hand and mouthed "sorry." I struggled to appear calm. They turned back to their dinner and resumed eating. I grabbed his probing hand through the fabric of my skirt.

"Stop," I hissed between clinched teeth.

He continued the light touching between my legs as if I hadn't spoken. His strength ignored my feeble efforts to move his hand. I must admit at this point in the evening Deshawn's boldness and relentless caressing had awakened dim, pleasurable feelings in my body. My body had turned on me. Did he know something about me of which I was unaware?

"Please stop," I whispered pleadingly.

His fingers ceased moving but rested ever so gently on that area of the thong that had grown damp from the moisture my vagina had started to secrete. I was saying no with my voice and upbringing but my body said yes with secretions, shallow, rapid breathing and a fast heart rate. I knew without a doubt, his predatory nature sensed both my discomfiture and my growing excitement with his fondling. I think too, he knew instinctively the size and degree of my timidity and helplessness. That knowledge only served to excite and intensify the aggressive behavior he directed towards me.

"I will if you let me have that thong right now," his voice calm and assured. He put his fingers beneath the fabric. As his fingers encircled the thin band of fabric, he moved his hand up and down. I gasped. The back of his fingers traced the lips of my vulva. My pubic hair celebrated with the hairs on the back of his fingers. "Huh," was all I could manage.

He parted the labia suddenly and traced my vaginal orifice with the tip of a finger. I felt my self-control departing. If Ed returned now, he would see, if he looked at me, something was amiss.

"Okay, take them. They're yours. But please stop touching me." My voice cracked. My throat was dry. I sounded distressed to my own ears.

"Lift your bottom," he commanded quietly pulling on my panties.

I raised myself slightly and he pulled them down letting them drop in a bunch around my feet. Dropping his napkin, he bent down and pulled the panties from around my ankles. Looking at me, he lifted my underwear to his nose and inhaled audibly. Deshawn seemed unconcerned about what others might think seated near us. Inwardly mortified, I surveyed the restaurant but every table seemed focused on their own affairs.

"Your panties smell like perfume. I expect scents like these float on the winds of paradise." He smiled at me his gaze boring into my eyes as if to take my measure. He put the panties in his pocket. I looked away, timid, not knowing what to do.

Ed returned shortly thereafter. We ordered. Ed and Deshawn ate heartily. I just pushed the food around on my plate unable to eat more than a few bites. I must confess my bowels felt liquid with a strange kind of excitement from all the unwanted caresses. I think some of the excitement originated from the fact I wore no underwear. The rest of my excitement came from Deshawn's relentless pawing. I dreaded what Deshawn might do next. His bold initiatives were so contrary to any previous experience of mine I could not prepare a countermove. He had me so off balance emotionally and mentally I felt I had no recourse but to sit still and let him have his way. Tacitly, I had given this obese black man permission to play with my body regardless of any kind of marital sanctity I might profess in public. I could not bring myself to tell Ed about the secret explorations and exploits of his friend and boss.

During desert, I sat with my hands folded in my lap. While Ed talked animatedly about something I cannot recall, Deshawn gently took my right and moved it ever so lightly resting it on his fat upper thigh. He carried a concealed club in his trousers.

"Squeeze it," he whispered.

Then, I knew what I gripped with my hand. I tried to pull away but his huge paw kept my fingers from releasing the thing. We sat like that for some time. Eventually, I relaxed a little. I wanted to appear calm, at least outwardly. He moved my hand along its rigid length. He rested his hand on mine and held it on the head of his organ. It fit the palm of my hand like a tennis ball. I tried to estimate his organ's width and length. How many cubic inches was his cylinder erect?

"My God," I thought, it must be ten to twelve inches in length. Ed's penis was a baby's index finger compared to what I now touched. To my surprise, I found myself wondering what it must look like fully aroused and free of restraining garments. Would Deshawn make sure I had that chance some time soon? If not tonight, then on some other date he, himself, might arrange for that purpose? I shivered. Suddenly, I realized Deshawn had released my hand. How long had I been stroking up and down the length of his aroused manhood since he released me? I blushed. Mentally, I slapped myself for this gaff. I also slammed myself for physically responding to Deshawn with what remained of my morally correct upbringing and my loyalty to Ed.


Perspectives







Perspectives



"Don't be shy," John grinned down at her. 

"See, I'm not," Erica shot back as she slide her hands underneath his pants, then back up his chest. Janie reached out and undid his belt, then slowly undid the button and zipper. She watched as John stood up and slid out of his pants and tossed them aside. 

Janie watched as John stood at the side of the bed. She could see the beginnings of his hard-on underneath his boxers. She watched as John kissed Erica gain, his hands exploring, caressing her breasts, then sliding down to gently rub Erica's pussy; she wanted those fingers on her. She watched John slide the straps of Erica's teddy off her shoulders and release her breasts. Erica's nipples were fully erect as he played and sucked on each one, taking his time. 

Erica whispered something in John's ear, and he stopped and, to Janie's excitement, looked over at her. 

"Pardon me, miss, but we can't have a lovely lady like you so clothed," John said looking at Janie.

Janie was excited; it was now her turn. She sat up and pulled her sexy black dress over her head. But what was underneath was even better. She watched John look her up and down. 

"That's the bra and panties I told you about." She heard Erica whisper to John. 

"Even better than I imagined." John said looking at Janie. 

Janie was already wet as John kissed up from her leg, pausing momentarily over her thong, she could feel his warm breath through the fabric. Then he moved up her belly. She felt his hands move up with each kiss. Soon he was at her bra; Janie loved the attention John gave to her breasts, caressing each one, pulling her bra down just enough to reveal her nipples. Janie arched her head back as John took each nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling, his tongue circling each on until it was standing upright. 

Then she felt him kissing up her neck. Janie let out a light moan as he kissed each side of her neck, and up to play with her ear. She couldn't take it. Janie wrapped her arms around John's neck and pulled him into her, then embraced him passionately. Janie loved the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth. She felt John's hands reach around and lift her up slightly, enough to un-hook her bra; he released it and tossed it aside. The feeling of her breasts against John's sexy chest and his growing manliness against her pelvis made her let out another moan, this time louder. 

Janie just now realized her legs were spread, wrapping around John, who was kneeling between them. She watched him get up and rest on his knees between her legs. Janie also now noticed Erica sitting next to her with her legs spread, the string of her teddy pushed aside, fingering her pussy and clit, her beautiful breasts staring at Janie. Janie felt another swell of warmth and excitement burning between her legs. 

For the first time, Janie got a swell of confidence. She reached out for Erica. 

"Take the rest of that sexy teddy off and get over here." 

Erica, thrilled by this new confidence, excitedly obeyed. As Janie watched Erica slide out of her lingerie, John lifted Janie's legs and slid her thong off. Erica leaned back to kiss John then straddled Janie's chest; John slid Janie to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between her legs. As Janie felt John's tongue reach out and lick up and down the outer lips of her pussy, Erica moved her own pussy toward Janie's lips. 

Janie had masturbated to the thought of tasting Erica's pussy again countless times; she couldn't believe it was finally happening again. There was so much going on Janie didn't know what to feel. 





Perspectives



"I'm just a little embarrassed, that's all." Janie replied. 

"Why's that?" John asked. "You were fantastic, you look fantastic, and neither of us could be happier that you are here." 

Janie blushed again, smiling and biting her lip. "It's not that, it's just..." She paused again. 

"Relax," John said, running a hand up her belly, over her breasts, and up to her cheek, where he planted a tender kiss. 

"It's just... Erica was all perfectly shaven; her pussy was gorgeous; I look like a mess compared to her," Janie spat out quickly. 

John smiled, relieved that this was the problem, not something serious. He kissed Janie again. "You have nothing to worry about. If I'm not mistaken, I don't believe you heard either of us complain whatsoever." 

Janie smiled. John ran a hand down through her pubic hair, brushing over her soft pussy lips. "I'm glad you don't mind, but I should have come more prepared."

John looked her in the eyes. "You came plenty prepared, so stop worrying. But if it's going to bother you for the rest of the night, I have an idea." 

John walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and ran a washcloth under warm water. Erica was bent over turning on the tub, giving John and excellent view. 

"Forget something," she asked, shaking her ass at him as she did. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" John grinned back. 

Erica smiled as John left, shutting the door behind himself.. John went to his bag and took out his razor, a small pair of scissors, a small bottle of skin care lotion, and shaving cream. 

"Lift your hips for a moment," John said to Janie. 

"Isn't this a little kinky?" Janie asked as John spread the towel out beneath her. 

"Why, yes. Yes, it is. Kinky, but fun, I promise." John said kneeling on the floor facing Janie's crossed legs. "Now," John said "just relax and enjoy yourself; you will not regret it."

John slid a hand between Janie's crossed legs. As he moved closer to her pussy, she relaxed and opened up for him. John spread her legs just wide enough for him to have easy access, but for Janie to still be comfortable, resting her feet on the edge of the bed, knees in the air. John didn't mind her hair at all; shaved, trimmed, bald -- they were all were sexy in their own respect to him. But if she was going to worry about it, then John was here to help. 

John first teased Janie, moving in and brushing his tongue up her slightly moist lips. Then he took the scissors and trimmed the longer hair down as short as he could, so the razor would have an easy time and be gentle on her skin if she had not shaved down here in a while. John started trimming at the bottom of her vulva, careful not to nick any of Janie's sensitive pale flesh. 

As he trimmed her with one hand his other gently stoked her, brushing off any extra hair, careful not to let any slide in between her lips. After finishing with her vulva, John leaned in and kissed her soft lips, letting his tongue slide up her slit, sliding between them. After circling her clit with his tongue momentarily, John went back to work. 

He trimmed her pubic area short enough for the razor to be comfortable. Janie was now breathing more heavily; John looked up to see her breasts heaving up and down with each excited breath. 

"You did a nice job with your bikini line," John commented. "It makes my job easier." 

John slid one finger into Janie's pussy as he said this, sliding it in and out a few times, letting her tight pussy envelop his finger. She let out a light moan of disappointment as John pulled his finger out; she wanted more, and he knew it, but John was not finished yet.

John picked up the wet, warm washcloth and rubbed it over Janie's pubic area, making sure everywhere was nice and wet. He then took the shaving cream gel and sprayed it into his hand. John gently spread it over Janie. Waiting to do her pussy last, he was careful not to let any get between her lips and irritate her. 

As John picked up the razor, he looked up at Janie, "So would you like smooth and bald? Or a nice little strip left?" 

Janie looked up and smiled at him, "I'm 35, not 5. I don't want to be bald." 

John smiled. "As you wish," he said and went back to work. 

John stated at her pussy, gently placed the razor, and moved it up each lip. Not too fast and not too slow, John was careful not to use too many strokes; he wanted her smooth and sexy, not red and irritated. He took the washcloth again and wiped off any extra shaving gel, then gazed at his work. Her pussy was pale white and beautiful. John moved in and kissed her lips, gently running his tongue up her slit, then back down. Janie took in a deep breath as he did; now that the hair was not in the way, her lips were even more sensitive, and from her breathing John could tell already that she loved it. 

He then pulled back to finish the job. John decided he didn't want to copy Erica's lovely little strip, so he decided on a nice little triangle. He started from the top of her hair, shaving her clean so there was about two inches of hair from the start of her labia to the top of the triangle. John then went to each of her bikini lines and shaved her in forming the other two sides. The tip of the triangle was pointing right at the start of her lips. 

John took the washcloth and washed away any extra gel. Then, with the scissors, he trimmed the sexy little triangle down to perfection. When he finished, John ran his hand down from Janie's belly over her now perfectly shaved and trimmed pubic area and over her silky smooth pussy, watching her let out a moan of pleasure as he did. John took the lotion and put some in his hand and some in Janie's. He took Janie's hand and slid it down her new freshly shaven loins.

"More comfortable with your new look?" John asked.





Perspectives



Chapter 1

Kai sipped her coffee as she spoke to her friend, Nami. "I'm working up something fun for Camden."

"Oh, what's that?"

Nami was a blond girl of 23, and Kai was a brunette of 25. Nami was very attractive, able to draw male attention (and competition) easily when she was primped up properly. Kai was beautiful as well, although she aimed for a lower profile when she dressed herself up.

"Well, I can't tell you yet, it's still forming. But, I'd like you to be part of it when the time comes!"

"Sure! Is it anything fun?"

"Well..." Kai smiled and pondered a clever way to answer her question, "You could say that I would definitely find it fun. I can't really say what you'll think though." Nami looked intrigued as Kai continued. "You enjoy toying with boys, right?"

Now, Nami looked a little perplexed. "Well, sure, but I mean he's your hubby."

"Oh he'll stay my hubby." She said with a smile, looking out through the window. Nami noticed that she was half lost in thought over whatever she was scheming as she spoke. "Think you can act slutty when necessary?"

"Well... I guess. Hey, wait, is that why you came to me?"

Kai giggled, "No, Nami. Well, I mean, after a fashion I guess, but I wasn't thinking of you as a slut, just capable of being slutty when the situation called for it."

"Hmm. I'm either insulted or proud of myself, not sure which. Alright, so what do you mean?"

"You know, make the boys want you. Use your female charms to put them off guard. Sort of...'guide' them...without saying a word. Show a little leg, whisper softly at the right moment, all that sort of thing."

"Yeah sure, I think I can do that. How 'slutty' are we talking here?"

Kai thought she was seeing weak response from Nami, unexcited. She thought she may have offended Nami with her wording. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't use the word slutty to describe it."

"Oh that's fine. I'm just not really sure what we're talking about."

Kai moved on. "Can you handle things that are a bit... unorthodox?" 

Now Nami looked really curious, and let a little smile out. "Well... Depends... What, do you mean like something...kinky?"

This drew Kai's attention, and she looked at Nami as she responded. "Oh, kinky...I don't like that word."

"What do you mean? How else do you describe...well, kinky stuff?"

Kai shook her head and shuddered a little. "I don't like that word. Maybe what I'm planning is 'kinky' as people say, but I still wouldn't call it that. People take that word and apply it to stuff, and the stuff is immediately bad. The word means 'weird and freakish'. I am interested in something sensual but unusual."

Nami had learned over the years the significant difference that came from being primped up. She wore make-up every day, and had an obviously carefully crafted wardrobe. Over coffee, she was wearing a dress which was about as sexy as one could get away with at her ordinary office job. She responded, "Well... People who do kinky stuff tend to be pretty...weird and freakish."

"So because there is something that comes up often, it should be universally thought of that way? That's no different than stereotyping based on race."

"Except that it's something that is entirely within someone's choice."

Kai was becoming a bit aggravated at this point. "So there's only one way to be sexually and anything else is bad, weird, and freakish?"

Nami noticed Kai's demeanor changing. She realized that if she kept it up, she probably wasn't going to get to hear what 'kinky' thing Kai was considering. She really didn't care about society's use of a particular word. She had no trouble conceding and getting back to what interested her. "No, no, that would be pretty boring if everyone was the same in bed." 

Kai remained silent for a moment, her glare shortly returning to the window. She was less enthusiastic than before, "Well, I'll let you know when the time comes. I've got more planning to do first."

Chapter 2

"Well, Ava, what do you think? Are you interested?" 

"I don't know Kai. There are a lot of problems with this. I've never met your husband for one."

"Yeah, that makes it more exciting I think. It will be a once in a lifetime experience." Kai paused to ponder a moment, and let show her vulnerability, one of her myriad fears about her plan. More to herself than to Ava, "Nobody else is going to come up with an idea like this, that's for sure." 

"Here, here's a picture of him. That way you'll have at least a rough idea what it'll be like to have dinner with him."

Kai pulled a picture out of her purse of her beloved Camden. Of course, it was a little unfair, as this was obviously one of her favorite pictures of him, him looking his best. But, it presented the general idea. Ava glanced at it. She held it and stared for a few minutes, pondering. Kai became a little self-conscious as Ava showed no positive reaction, but reminded herself that she was considering a lot besides just appearances.

"Well, he's great looking." Kai enjoyed the compliment on her man, but knew that Ava would have said that to be polite regardless of how true it was. "There's also the weirdness of it all. I mean... It's... It's just... I don't even know how to describe it."

"Kinky". Kai offered as she sat with her chin cupped to her hand on the table.

"Well, I guess so. Kinky means sex though, I thought you said there would be no sex?"

"Oh there will definitely not be any sex sweetie. You can strip down naked and get on all fours in front of him, and it's not happening. And that's not because I trust him so much, I wouldn't trust any guy to be able to resist your hot body in that position!"

Ava smiled and blushed terribly. She had to turn her face away to hide it, both at the compliment and the sexual context it was offered in.

It was taking a long time for the blushing to subside. Ava was getting more embarrassed at how long she was blushing, which didn't help solve it. She decided she was going to have to break the ice to get her mind calmed down. "So, you're calling me ugly then?"

"No! Huh? Wait, what?"

Ava smiled, successfully having controlled her blushing with a touch of comedy. "Well, I'd have to be pretty ugly to be naked on all fours and him turn me down!"

Kai laughed when she understood her comment. "No it's not that. The whole no sex thing is part of the plan you'll just have to trust me on. And I hope you trust me, because the whole fun of this is going to depend on that. I'm not saying what you should do, just teasing him is plenty fine, but if at the end of the night, you are brave enough to do what I just described, I'm all for it, it'll just be more fun to be had!"

"Well, I'm not doing that. But, I trust you Kai. You've been honest, and a great friend, even if I haven't known you all that long. And, it doesn't hurt that you are asking me if I'll go on a date with your husband, even telling me I should tease him as much as I can, with respect to trusting you that he's going to behave."

"Oh, no, he isn't going to behave my naïve friend!"

"Hey!" Ava put on a playful pouty face, "I'm not...naïve. And what do you mean he isn't going to behave, I thought you said he would?"

Kai smiled at her friend's playfulness. She was glad for the lightheartedness of the conversation. It was making things a little easier. "I can assure you there'll be no sex, but if you tempt him enough he'll probably give in to just about anything else."

"Well, aren't you worried?"

"Well, that's a matter of me trusting him, first, and you, second."

"Then you think he just won't do something like try to kiss me?"

"That probably depends on you. But, I think I can trust you, and I know I can trust him. He may not be able to control his boyish instincts to want sex and go after it, and he may get lost in the moment and kiss you, or something else, but I can trust that his feelings for me won't change in a night with you, a month with you, or a year with you, and I can trust that sex won't be happening. I've got everything that's important to me covered. If you kiss, that's fine, it's not like he hasn't kissed women besides me before. Since he hasn't done it in quite a long time, it'll probably be fun for him."

Ava pondered for a long time, quietly. She stopped looking at her friend across the table and watched the people coming and going.

"I don't think I can do it."

Kai sat still, waiting to see if her friend explained further.

"I'm sorry," was all that Ava offered.

Kai waited a moment longer, but nothing more came. Kai lowered her head, disheartened.

"That's alright. I appreciate you considering it at least. Do you think the worst of me now?"

"What? No, why would I think badly of you?"

"Well, I mean you'd have to think some negative things at this point. I want to do something weird, kinky, or maybe I'm foolish for believing I can trust my husband. It's a waste of your time and you don't want to be out on a date where nothing can come of it. You think I'm just weird and that my relationship with my husband must be fucked up and I don't see it, and you, or, or," she repeated herself as she moved her arms about some, a bit flabbergasted, "or maybe you just think it's just stupid to go on a date with a guy where you try to offer up sex instead of letting him chase –" 

Ava cut her off. "Ok, I'll do it."

"chase... him..." Kai slowed down. "What?"

"The only reason I didn't want to is because I didn't want it to go badly and hurt you, or to lose my friendship with you. But I'm also seeing that it means something to you if this goes right, and I'm a little bit of a risk taker. If I can do this, show your hubby a good time, then I'm thinking you are going to love me twice as much as your friend, and with someone who as good a friend to others as you are, that sounds like a worthwhile risk to take if I want to stand out and be a closer friend. Plus..."

Kai sat waiting, her eyes intense; her thoughts were mute as she waited for the next word or words. 

Ava paused a moment. "Plus, I think you're right."

"Right?"

"Well, you obviously think that this is ok. You believe that you can trust your husband when everyone else would say you can't, which tells me maybe you can. You believe that it will be fun to go on a date where the girl is cutting lose and the guy is holding back. You don't believe you're being disrespected by sharing him. I can see you actually believe in all this, and so if I'm going to be your friend, a good friend, I should consider what you have to say, and I think you might be right. Maybe this is actually, truly, ok, even if it is...well, kinky."

Kai let out a deep sigh of relief and took a sip of her tea.

"Besides, I can prove I'm not a gold-digger this way."

Kai looked up at Ava, trying to figure out what she meant.

"Huh?"

Ava laughed. Kai smiled but continued to look bewildered. She asked again, tilting her head a little to be goofy, "Ava says what?"

"I just mean... Girls think all kinds of nasty things about each other, and they'll never tell each other. Even girls who are good friends. I've learned that with friends that are worth it, I should look for ways to show that I'm none of those nasty things before they think it. If I can do this, you'll know I'm not a gold digger, because I'm willing to have sex with a man without needing him to give me any jewelry, or money, or commitment, or anything else."

Kai liked that Ava cared about maintaining her girl-girl friendships. Kai thought they were hard to keep healthy with the backhanded fighting that so often came about. With the mood now lightening up quickly, she toyed with her, "So you'll go act slutty with my man and I'll think better of you, ah yes that makes sense!"

"Hey! I'm.. I'll be... I'll be acting sexy, not slutty!"

Kai laughed. "I'm not sure there's a real difference besides that sluts travel in packs and sexy girls go solo. And what do you mean you're willing to have sex with my man?" Kai was still smiling.

Ava smiled and laughed back, "Humph. Sexy girls are also...creative, too. Slutty girls all act slutty in the same way." Ava conveniently ignored Kai's second question, which Kai noticed and smiled at Ava's playfulness.

"I like your style, you're going to do great." She resumed sipping on her tea while relaxing. 

"So, you'll come to our place tomorrow night and he'll take you out somewhere from there." Kai noticed Ava nearly drop her own drink to the table, "Dress your best and look hotter than the sun sweetie. Oh, and your ultimate goal should be to get both of you naked, then you'll actually understand why he isn't going to have sex with you. If you even come close to accomplishing that, I'll take you out for dinner myself!"

Ava looked shocked, although she was having a hard time adding any new shock factor to the expression after the way the conversation had already progressed. 

Kai leaned back in her chair, satisfied. 

"Tomorrow?" Ava said, looking stunned and lost.

Chapter 3

Ava stared at the doorbell. She had been staring for a while, minutes. It was a continuation of the doubts she'd had driving over. Those were a continuation of her thoughts while she was getting ready. She'd had to take the day off of work to go buy a new dress and primp up properly, given the short notice. 

She was very nervous. She still didn't understand how this was going to work the way Kai said. She was beginning to fear that Camden was going to come out of the house on his own having noticed a girl standing on his doorstep for an extended period. That was going to be embarrassing. Very embarrassing. Ok, she thought, she just has to get this started, then it should be easy.

Finally, she rang the doorbell, and as soon as she did she wanted to make a run for it.

After a minute, a man appeared. He was a little taller than she was expecting. He looked like his photo though. "Hi, Camden?" She tried to use her most girly, playful, excited voice, but there's only so much someone can do with two words. She was really concerned about making a good first impression.

"Ah, yes. What can I do..." It had clicked that she was dressed up elegantly. She could see that it was suddenly perplexing him that a girl who knew his name was here as if to go on a date. He'd obviously been expecting the typical salesperson or survey taker at the door.

"Hi, you look great! A little taller than I was expecting!" She didn't explain herself, leaving him perplexed a little longer. Why not flirt right away, that ought to make for a great first impression, and leave him confused. Ok, good, she thought. She's getting a handle on this.

He responded slowly. "Uhm, thanks. What can I do for you?" He said, becoming wary. Ah, shit she thought. I might be going down the wrong path.

"Hi, I'm Ava."

"Ava?"

"Yes, Kai sent me?"

"Ava... Oh, her friend from work. Ah..." He paused a moment while recalling. "Yeah, Kai has mentioned you. She's not here right now I'm afraid. You can come in if you want, I'm not sure when she'll be back."

What? He's acting strange already. Why isn't... Kai said he would be expecting her...wait...did she say he'd be expecting her? Oh shit! He doesn't even know about this? Kai! She has to explain this to Camden??

He swung the door open more and gestured for her to come in. She stepped inside and resumed the conversation just inside the house.

"No, I'm here to see you." She said, toning down the flirting in words, but keeping her voice as friendly as she could make it.

"Oh! I.. uh..." He was utterly speechless. Then, instead of gathering himself, suddenly it seemed like a realization hit him and he became more speechless.

Ok, she had to get over this speed bump of communicating what was going on, then this would all go smoothly, she could do well for Kai, and they could all enjoy themselves. Although... she basically had to ask him out on this date, while explaining that it was acceptable because Kai had said so, special terms, etc. Ok, maybe it wasn't a speed bump...Maybe she needed to climb over a small mountain here? Ok, ok, no, it's not that bad, she told herself. Calm down. It's just like climbing a ladder, scary but quick.

She decided to jump onto the ladder. At least it would get past this horrible, awkward initial stage. Maybe. Or, she'd be thrown off the ladder painfully. She summoned an inviting voice, trying to be playful. "I'd like to take you to dinner. Maybe a little... date? I mean, you don't have to..." Holy shit. She had never realized how hard it was asking a guy on a date before, especially with unusual, special circumstances. She suddenly developed some newfound sympathy for guys. 

"Oh! Uhm..." 

She wasn't enjoying the slow reaction. Man, she thought her dress would be so hot he'd be all for it. Guess he was a good guy after all, really wanted to protect Kai. She'd better help him out a little, she thought. "It's ok with Kai. In fact, it was her idea."

"Ah...yeah... ok, that begins to make sense. Ok..." He was acting as strangely as anyone she could remember. Well, maybe not any worse than Kai at the café yesterday. Wow, must have been really hard for Kai to come to her and ask her to do this, it suddenly occurred to her. It wasn't asking someone out on a date, but it was probably even harder to be asking something so unconventional.

Ava was not feeling terribly well. She felt like she was failing with Camden, she was suddenly realizing that she hadn't been very sensitive with Kai. Well, she hadn't been that bad. 

He stuttered out, "I uhm... well tonight..."

Ouch, yeah, she'd been resistant to Kai too, flat out said no at first. She decided that she'd acted like a total bitch to Kai. Slut. Worst kind of whore. Poor Kai, even if she'd turned down her request that must have been horrible to come out and ask. 

"Ok, yeah, I'd love to." He said, summoning up a fun tone. "Is it ok if I just go get ready for a few minutes?"

"Sure." She said, smiling, playful. She was not going to let her self-doubt blow this, she told herself. Meanwhile, her self-doubt was chiming in to remind her what an unattractive bozo she was.

"Are we going somewhere in particular? Should I dress... never mind," Ava tried to chime in and explain, but he continued, "I can see how you're dressed... I'm sure I can find something to match... Well, actually, that's a really pretty dress. I may have to pull out some fancy stuff for this."

Ah, that's good, he's flirting just a little. Or, wait, maybe he meant that it was a fancy dress, in that he needs to go grab a suit. Shit. Are girls this ambiguous when a guy picks them up? Shit. Of course they are. She always was. Intentionally. She would groan if it wouldn't make things worse. 

"Make yourself at home."

After he left the room, she sat on a chair. And groaned.

A few minutes later he returned in a very nice suit. His hair was slightly improved, although he'd been reasonably well dressed and done up before he'd gone into the bedroom. She wondered if he'd actually been expecting company, or to go out or something, because he had been looking pretty good when she arrived. Or, maybe he's just good looking, she pondered. Ok, what am I thinking? I might as well have a package under this dress with thoughts like these. Eww, she thought. 

"I apologize, you caught me very off guard. You know, Kai obviously wanted to surprise me with this treat, I was certainly not expecting some beautiful girl such as yourself to show up and suddenly ask me out on a date. I'm sorry, you look amazing, and must be really great for Kai to have picked you of her friends. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you!" 

Her self-doubt whined in her head since she couldn't out loud. Great. He had a few minutes to go into the bedroom and wrap his head around this, he realized he was being rude and thought up what he needed to say when he'd come out. 




Perspectives



Exactly like a girl might do to a guy. Compliment him, because that helps build connection, warm the room so to speak, but do it in such a way that she doesn't know how authentic it was so she wasn't coming on too strong, and could be a big tease. 

Except, usually a girl has to intentionally plan that. This came naturally. Well. At least, when this is all over, she is going to be the ultimate tease on her next real date. She will be the authentic superplayer, the girl who can make a guy drool so bad his package is giving away his every inner thought within minutes of arriving. Yep, when this is over, she's going to be superwoman at antagonizing, teasing, and basically abusing her dates.

"So, where are we going?" He asked.

"Huh? Where?" Ah, hell. "Oh, uhm I don't know." Here we go, this is perfect. I can let him take back the lead as the guy and pick the place.

"Ok, hmm... Do you like Italian?"

"Oh yes, I love Italian!"

"There's this nice place over on 3rd street called 'The Italian Heaven'. Sound good?"

Oh fuck. This was becoming a nightmare. Although it shouldn't be, the guy was admittedly pretty hot, and she'd been given permission to do anything she wants with him. But, it now occurred to her that her fancy dress had sent him off wearing a suit. So, he next proceeded to choose a restaurant of matching expense. Too much, expense, since she couldn't afford that place.

She couldn't allow him to pay for dinner, or her claims of not being a gold digger for Kai would come into question. She wasn't even sure he would allow that, he seemed like a gentlemen and might insist on paying. Although, him and Kai were apparently pretty open-minded, so maybe he was ok with a girl that wanted to pay. Well, pay for herself anyway, at this place, she wasn't even sure she could do that.

Last time she'd been there had been on a date. With a guy in a suit. Who did pay. Argh! Why was a date with an attractive and nice guy, with no worries about how it was going to end becoming so agonizing? This was a great opportunity, she was supposed to feel free to act as slutty as she wanted, and since everything was going to be harmless, how could this not be a ton of fun?

"Ok, that sounds fun!" She lied. Ok, ok. I can afford that place, it's not like it's hundreds of dollars -- it's just nice. It'll just set me back a touch. Well worth it to win over Kai.

"Would you mind driving us? Oh, and your suit looks nice by the way, I'm liking Kai's taste in boys." She said, tilting her head downward just a little and slowing her voice. 

He smiled but didn't say anything and offered his arm for her. She lightly grasped it and began walking with him out to the car.

Chapter 4

Nami rolled on the bed, holding the phone on her ear. She was discussing matters with her closest girlfriend, Chloe. "But he's so hot! Why shouldn't I try to steal him away?"

"He's someone else's husband, that's why!"

"So? That's basic girl rules. You have to go after other girl's guys or you'll never get a good one."

"Well, that's true. I think."

Nami explained, "Of course it's true. Guys don't think they need a new girl until they get introduced to one, so the first girl to get her hands on a guy will own him if other girls don't interfere. Really, do you think she didn't steal Camden from another girl herself? The guy is a pretty good commodity. Mmm, Camden, how I'd love to --"

"Yeah, but they're married! Wouldn't it be girl rules to stop trying to steal a guy once they're married?"

"Phfft. Not when people get married at 17 to people they've only known for 3 months. Marriage these days is what our parents used to call 'going steady'."

Chloe sighed. "Well, I can't really disagree with that. It just feels kind of... mean."

"Well if they're really attached, there's nothing I can do to steal him, right, and no harm done?"

"Better. Now at least I think you have a shred of humanity."

"Whatever whore. How many guys did you fuck last week? Was it more or less than the week before?"

"You're one to talk, slut!"

"Oh no, no, no, I don't fuck 'em until they're paying the bills sweetie. Just because I'm out on dates a lot don't mean they're getting these high quality goods. Well, there are occasional exceptions. A girl's got to get hers too."

Chloe laughed. "Ohhh yeah."

"See, I told you, whore."

"Hey! Why am I even talking to you?"

"Hey Chloe, I have an idea."

Chloe responded with a less than enthused voice. "What's that?"

"Let's go down to Serenity and see if we can find us some bad boys!"

Chloe sighed again, a little tired. "Well, ok. I'll go dress up."

Chapter 5

Ava slowly licked the whip cream off the cherry of her fancy Italian milkshake. Then she finished off the cherry. 

The date was going much better as they had gotten to know each other. It had become quite a bit of fun, and she was going to be sad to let go of her borrowed man when the night was over. 

Even though he had generally become very amiable and relatively normal, in some aspects he had continued to act peculiar throughout the night. She wondered if maybe it was just how he was, but something about his mannerisms told her that it was not. 

She rested her head on his shoulder. She had made a point to sit beside him in the booth instead of across. She made a slight moaning noise of satisfaction and approval over the comfy shoulder.

He inquired, "So, I know you met Kai at school, but how did you guys become friends exactly?"

As they discussed her becoming friends with Kai, she pulled away from him for a moment and fiddled with her hands on the table. Her goal was to give him an excuse to see her breasts. In fact, she had noticed that her tits had become hard, and she wanted him to catch a glance at them, hopefully noticeable through her dress.

"But, I don't want to talk about your friend Kai, Camden. You're my date tonight!" She said playfully. She continued as she rubbed her head back into his shoulder, gently, "I'm very glad she introduced us though, you are a pretty...sturdy...gentleman." She spent a moment considering how to change the subject so the night could be focused on them. Then, an idea came, nothing was more teasing than talking about sex. She asked him, "So... How many girls have you slept with, Camden?"

Camden looked a little uncomfortable at the subject, but by this time had acclimated and was enjoying himself.

"Four. Two one night stands, then one lasted for a few months, and then there was Kai."

"That's a good number for a gentleman."

"I guess. Guys are the opposite of girls, we look good with a bigger number and girls look good with a smaller number. If you're religious, zero is a good number."

"That's true. Girls are raised from birth thinking sex is a bad thing."

"Yeah. I think it's kind of silly and archaic. I guess it was useful once upon a time, limiting sex so that there weren't babies and disease everywhere. And I mean, it wouldn't be good for people to have sex too freely, that would erode the goodness that comes from having very loving sex. But, I really don't care if a girl has had 2 or 12 partners, if she's chosen those partners carefully."

"I think to have 12 partners you have to choose not very carefully."

"Hmm, maybe. Or maybe that's your upbringing talking. Girls are raised to think 0 is best, right? So 12 makes you balk. I don't think years of a person's life and the different relationships they've had can be simplified down to good or bad based on a headcount.

Actually, although there are some intelligent reasons in days of old why girls should limit their partners, I think the main reason is just because guys wanted them to be property, and liked their property shiny and new."

Ava considered the perspective for a moment. "Yes, that might be true. But, guys are naturally drawn to innocence. I've seen it myself, guys will pick an untouched little angelic thing over a slutty girl who plays hard-to-get. And because of that, us girls want to stay as innocent as possible."

Camden considered a moment, "Hmm, I don't know. I mean, yes on the hard-to-get comparison, but then a girl who is playing hard-to-get is taking a hit right there, everything else the same. And you're right when I was 15 to 20ish. As a teenager, I would have loved to have some little soft, sensitive, delicate girl. But, that might have been because I was told, as a kid, that innocent girls were better. Upbringing, again."

"Not anymore?"

"Well I'm not exactly sure. But, I really don't think it would matter that much to me anymore. Oh, I suppose there is the benefit that an innocent girl means less pressure on the guy to perform well in bed."

"Well, not a problem for you, hmm big boy?"

"Huh?" He smiled and tried to read her expression to glean some idea of what she meant. "Not sure what you mean?"

"Well, you've had four partners, two of them for a while. You're..." She ran her finger along his chest gently, playfully, as she finished her thought, "more...experienced... now."

"Ahh," he said, acting almost tickled but clearly enjoying her flirting, too. "Yeah, I guess, but every girl is so different, I'm not sure the performance anxiety really goes down that much."

Ava whispered in his ear just before raising herself up out of her seat to go to the bathroom, "Maybe I'll get to find out soon, hmm?"

A moment after she left, Camden groaned a little, but smiled. With her out of sight, he was noticeably fidgety, anxious, unable to sit still. Although she wouldn't get to see, he was quite affected by what was going on.

A few minutes later, Camden saw her coming out of the women's bathroom. The bathroom door was along the side of a hallway, and Camden had a clear view from where he sat. She closed the bathroom door and started walking back towards the table, but then she paused. She was still standing inside of the hallway, out of view of all but perhaps one other table, which was blissfully distracted with their own affairs.

Ava did not look up, but began fidgeting with her dress. Camden observed cautiously, sipping his drink so as not to seem like he was staring.

Then, she started pulling the top of her dress down slightly. It appeared that she needed to adjust it. She pulled it down a little farther, and then Camden saw something unexpected. Her breast became momentarily exposed. He realized that she wasn't wearing a bra, and thought he might have even caught a flash of her nipple. Even if he hadn't seen the nipple, her breasts were definitely nice looking in their own right. 

She immediately covered the view as she finished her correction. He had thought she was flirting pretty heavily, but wasn't really sure this time if it had been a consequence of the fancy dress or an intentional flash. He felt himself in some discomfort and tried to calm his thoughts.

She returned to the table and sat down beside him, sliding back to have his arm around her as before she had departed. She was grateful that he'd taken her back in the same format. She had been enjoying the cuddling, a lot, although she probably wouldn't admit that part to Kai. It was a genuine affection that Camden had developed over the evening and was volunteering to show her.

She was grateful it had continued. When she made the decision to go to the bathroom and flash him, she knew she risked losing that cuddling arm wrapped around her side. She knew she would be risking it, because on dates with other guys she had made a point to change the game up routinely, not to permit affection to go on too long, especially on a first date. On this occasion, she had been a little frightened of losing it.

Ava was attractive and was able to go on dates pretty much anytime she wanted. But, finding a guy who was worth cuddling with was more of a rare event. Finding a guy who cuddled because he seemed to be enjoying her company and not just to build up towards bed was something that came up only perhaps once a year for her. 

She was relishing it, but knew her mission here was for Kai and so she had decided to go ahead and risk losing it. She had, perhaps, delayed as long as she could, she admitted to herself.

She hoped that he'd caught her flash. In case he had, she had to press things to hold on to whatever heat she had managed to generate. "So, tell me what it was like with your last partner."

Camden had been sipping on the fancy milkshake drink they were sharing and might have swallowed a rather large gulp at hearing her question.

"What it was like?"

She leaned in closer, reducing her voice from the soft speech to just above a whisper. "Yeah, in bed." She paused. "I mean, did you like to work her up before you would cum yourself, did you cum together, was it sometimes her, sometimes you... how would it go? Did she get to orgasm a lot?"

"Uhmm. Well." He tilted his head, accepting that they were going into this conversation. "She likes me being inside of her." He looked over, checking if that was sufficient for her.

"Yes, tell me more." 

"Well... she always enjoys –" Ava noticed that he used the present tense. She became a touch jealous and then scolded herself. "-- me being inside of her. But, " he paused. He looked at her eyes and broke a smile, now accepting the playfulness of it. She was incredibly relieved that he was enjoying this taboo little game. She'd seen some signs of it throughout the night, more as it progressed, but this was a little more direct. His voice lowered slightly, a sign that he was going to try actively teasing her and playing back. Now she was excited, "well, she usually preferred that I play with her clit and get her worked up before I went inside." 

"Well, that's pretty universal sweetie, although we can't always find a guy who will oblige."

"Yeah, figured as much. Well, our sex usually went with me working her up to orgasm, and then when she was orgasming, that's when she would want me to fuck her."

"She'd ask for it?"

"Sometimes, especially at first." He watched her with a large smile, knowing he was getting an opportunity to brag and enjoying it, "Then after a while, I knew to recognize when she wanted it. Not perfectly, I'd usually have to ask her if she's orgasming, and if she didn't respond I immediately knew she was, and moved inside of her."

"Mmmm, pretty hot honey. You seem to know what you're doing."

He continued to tease, "Do I then? Wasn't too sure how universal that would be."

Ava decided not to answer; she thought she'd be more alluring as a mystery. At least about deep sex secrets. But, she appreciated his answer and playfulness, and thought it was probably time to give him a better flash, one that he'll be a little more certain was intentional...

Chapter 6

"Sweetie, can you come here?" Kai called to Camden. 

Camden arrived in the living room a few moments later.

"Can you go put it on again for me?"

"What? But...! What??"

Kai pouted. "Please? I'd really like it if you would..."

"But... I did as you asked, haven't played with myself all week! Is it really necessary?"

"I'll reward you for it." She said with her most playful expression.

"Hmm. Yeah, well..."

"I'd really love it if you would...it'd make me happy..."

Camden's position shifted. He sighed. "But.. It gets uncomfortable. Especially..."

"Please?"

He sighed again. "Well, alright, if you want."

She smiled. "Oh, thank you so much sweetie!" She licked her lips, putting on a playful expression. She touched his chest with her fingers and ran her finger downward.

"Now, you're not making this any easier!"

"Oh, oops." She said innocently, obviously half-heartedly. "I'm sorry, I'll keep my fingers to myself then." At which she took her finger to herself, and began running it from her own chest, downward.

Camden smiled, an erection noticeable through his pants. "I'm just going to go put it on then." He shook his head and wandered into the bedroom. Kai smiled, proud of her playful little self.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Camden looked over at Kai with suspicion.

"Oh, did I mention Nami is coming over? That must be her now. I think you should take her out somewhere fun!"

With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he responded, "Oh, is she now. Somehow. You neglected to mention that."

Chapter 7

Nami slipped something under the table to Camden. "Here Cam, I'd like you to have this. Think of it is a momento of our date."

Cam felt her hand under the table. He gave an expression showing that he couldn't figure out what it was. She opened her fist and placed it into his. It had a silky texture to it. He realized it was her panties.

He smiled. "Very nice. Thank you Nami." He said, with a bit of heartfelt gratitude that she wanted him to remember their little experience together. 

They talked and ate their dinner, conveniently at a particular, somewhat expensive Italian restaurant. That part was Kai's last suggestion before she ushered them out the door. He figured that she wanted it to be a fair comparison. He knew Kai would be anxious to chit chat about all the details.

She'd certainly been anxious to hear about his date with Ava. She had managed to remarkably contain any jealousy while hearing it, not a small feat.

Camden stuffed the silk panties into his coat pocket. A few moments after they had completed their meals, he felt Nami's hand again. 

"I bet you'd like to see --" She paused for effect "- a little more... of me? Guys like to see girls, after all, they're very...visual...in nature."

Camden shuffled around uncomfortably, but he gave an agreeable nod, if unusually slight for such a proposition.

"Ah, but what is it they say, that you should leave something to the imagination? Maybe I should leave it all to the imagination..."

"Aw, well I would very much like to see...more of you..." he played along.

"Imagination... Well, I suppose I can give you something to... help... your imagination..."

He looked at her inquisitively. After a moment, he felt her fingers touching his arm. They found his hand. She pulled his hand under the table, then slowly, as he watched her smile, pulled his hand toward her.

Then, he felt her dress. The material moved. Now he felt her leg. Her thigh. Under the table, she guided his hand until it was clear that he was allowed to explore. He did so, rubbing her thigh some. She moaned gently, showing acceptance and comfort. After a while, she touched his hand again, directing it towards her more sensitive area. She made eye contact with him and smiled as she did it.

After a moment of holding his hand on her pussy lips, long enough to make it clear that he was welcomed, she let loose so he could explore on his own. And he started to, moving slowly around underneath the table. She looked into his eyes and smiled, her breath occasional breaking suddenly as he touched a new spot. He discovered that she was shaven bare, and smiled slightly as she watched. Her pussy lips felt smooth, covering her like a narrow slit. He closed his eyes, losing any concern about other patrons of the restaurant as he explored with his imagination and his fingers.

After he'd explored for a while, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was still smiling and staring intently into his eyes. He began moving the pussy lips aside slightly and ever-so-gently brushing around her clit. As he started playing with her clit, eventually her eyes were the ones to close. 

"Would you care for any dessert, sir?" The waiter appeared and asked. 

"Hah, oh, no thank you, I think we're quite full."

"Alright sir, I'll just leave the ticket then."

He played for a little longer, and then slowly withdrew his fingers.

Chapter 8

Kai playfully told Camden as they sat down, "About time you took your wife here. I expect a nice dinner after all the fun I let you have."




Perspectives



"Hah, well, you've drained our pocketbooks with all the fun you let me have too, but fortunately I saved enough to take you out too."

"So, I want to hear all about how it went with Nami."

"Do you? Well, I already told you, " he lowered to a whisper, "that I fingered her a little bit, and when we got home she let me see her naked for a split second."

"Yes, you told me. But now I want details. Was it... " a mischievous smile grew on her face, "hard. For you?"

He let out a fake laugh in retort. "Thank God you bought one that was big enough that when I got hard it didn't completely destroy me. Especially after what you put me through."

"Well, thank you for wearing it for me sweetie. I still owe you a reward for it all."

"A reward? Oh?" He lit up a little. "I kind of figured the reward was had. Actually, I thought the reward was you running your finger down yourself like that."

"Well, I'm glad that counts, but I have something much better than that in mind."

"Exciting," he smiled, "so what is it?"

"Oh you'll find out in another week. That is, if you avoid touching yourself."

"What? Man, you've given me two hot dates that were wonderful, but you've kept any sex from me for two weeks already, now a third? I'm going to explode!"

"That's the idea!"

"Har har har." He laughed mockingly.

"So, I want more details. Tell me how your dates went."

"Well, she gave me her panties as a keepsake."

"Cute, nice touch. Creative. I like that."

"Ava was thoughtful. We had some intelligent discussion, it was fun. She was also more cuddly. She seemed to really love me just holding her. Ava flashed me in the restaurant. Was a lot more teasing."

"Hmm, she might have been more hesitant maybe. Although she didn't need to be. I'm glad she got the cuddling though, she deserved a bit of cuddling."

"Yeah, Nami was definitely a bit more..." He searched for the word. 

"Slutty?" Kai offered.

Camden chuckled, "well, not exactly the word I was looking for, but the general idea."

"Nami is...indiscriminate... about choice of words. It's probably fine."

Camden laughed and continued, "Well, she was definitely more physical. I think she had a better sense of what a guy wants, maybe, and went more directly for it."

"Hmm. Not sure. Ava has had more partners than Nami, I think."

"Really? I wouldn't have thought that. Doesn't really matter though."

"Doesn't? It doesn't alter your perspective on them to know which one is 'sluttier'?"

"Slutty girls are to guys what bad boys are to girls."

Kai laughed. "That's a pretty good analogy. So does it make you like Ava more, then?"

He smiled, "No, no it doesn't matter. Who cares, I mean as long as they don't have any disease, what difference does it make?"

"Well, I suppose Ava has a higher chance of having a disease then since she'd had more partners."

"Hmm, don't know, I think that depends more heavily on how she chooses those partners than number of turns at the slot machine, if you --"

"Yes, yes, nice pun. Impressive. Want a medal?"

Camden looked hurt.

"So, did you like one of the girls more than the other?"

"Hmmm... well, that's a tough question." He relaxed in his chair a bit. The waiter came and an order was placed. "It's hard to say really. Depends on what you are looking for. I mean, I guess I'd have to say Nami was hotter."

"I see."

"Why does it matter?"

"Oh, let's just say I'm curious."

Camden squinted his eyes at her. "Hmmm... You're being sneaky again."

"Who, lil' ole innocent me?"

"Phfft. Innocent little you has been deflowered by me. A lot. And I enjoyed it. A lot."

Kai smiled and gave an upward look to form nice pouty eyes. "Aww, I guess you're all tired of me then, huh?" Maintaining the pouty eyes, she added a whisper, "My pussy is all boring to you now that you've felt around another girl's?"

Camden rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but grow a huge smile at her hint of jealousy. "Of course not. In fact, yours is the pussy I'd like most out of all three of you." He added, with a disgruntled tone, "Of course, somebody isn't going to let me have that for another week."

"Two weeks, sweetie."

"What? You said just one more week!"

"Did I now? Oh yes, maybe I said something similar. No, two weeks until you..." he felt her hand touch his. "get to..." she began drawing his hand closer to her, under the table. "make passionate..." She placed his hand on her panties. He felt something better than Nami's – her panties were wet. "love..." They both closed their eyes as he began to explore. "to me..."

Chapter 9

Camden found himself tied to his bed. Well, he didn't really "find" himself, Kai pouted and told him she'd really like it if she could have him naked and tied up tonight. He obliged.

He was naked, but covered with blankets up to mid-chest. His arms and legs were all bound to the bed, but they had a fair bit of movement available to them. He wasn't tightly restrained. 

"Well, guess you couldn't wait, could you?"

"I am having some thoughts of fucking you tonight, yes."

"Huh? Why'd you tie me up if you are just having some thoughts about it?"

"Would you mind taking this for me?"

He looked up with a serious face, examining whatever she was holding.

"It's just a sleeping pill. Only one."

"Kai says what?!"

"Please? I'll...offer you...a little reward..." She moved her body closer to the bed. He didn't give in as quickly as he had to being tied up.

She positioned herself over his chest. Then she began slowly lowering herself down towards him, very playfully. After a moment, she was quite close to his upper chest.

"Oh God..." he exclaimed.

"Yes dear?"

"I can just barely make out that wonderful...wonderful... scent that I love so much. Fine, fine, I'll take the pill."

She lowered her pussy all the way to his chest, although her panties were on. She rubbed his chest as she reached to the nightstand for a glass of water. He took the pill and water. After a few minutes of cuddling, she left and he fell asleep.

Chapter 10

Camden awoke to a sound. Then, he realized there was a sensation. A feeling. He opened his eyes. But, he couldn't see anything. He tried to come to his senses. Something was strange. He got up...no, his arms were still tied. His legs. He couldn't get up. He was blindfolded. There was some faint light, not a whole lot. There was a warmth.

"Aww, my baby is awake."

"What's up sweetie? What was that sound I heard?"

A camera clicked. It clicked a few more times, moving.

"Ah, wanted to photograph me while I was vulnerable did you? And I suppose these are going to be shown to Ava and Nami so that this little game can keep up, hmm?"

Kai laughed gently. "I don't think that'll be necessary."

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Camden felt the warmth grow stronger. It was not a small warmth, it was distributed. Then... What?

The camera continued to click. It was distinctly off the bed.

Wow.

"I'm uh... not alone with you... am I honey?"

"Nope."

"Hi." He said nervously.

Suddenly he felt the warmth connect with his body. He felt a body touching his, mostly over his chest, but it was distributed. It was... Hmm, it was a girl's chest, touching him, maybe? A bit odd to feel just her boobs, he thought. He wished he didn't have the blindfold on so he could see who it was.

"May I ask whose extremely hot body it is that I feel on me?"

Suddenly the camera stopped clicking.

The breasts became more... He felt a chest... Then... He felt her lying down onto him, although her face must have been close to his own chest by the time she was laying on him. Her body started rubbing. Camden's own body started moving along it, both excited, wanting.

Suddenly, a whisper in his ear. It was Kai's voice. "The first time you are going to see who this beautiful, wonderful naked girl is...is going to be at that same moment that your cock is throbbing and there's no stopping it. You'll know you're about to cum, and nothing in the world will keep that from happening. Your arms will straighten out, and your legs, and cum will start filling up the condom you'll be wearing." 

Camden squirmed uncontrollably. His erection was pressed hard into the girl now laying entirely on him, letting her weight on him.

The whisper returned, "Unless... Well, do you suppose you'll be able to recognize her from just seeing her pussy? Ah, maybe I'll take the blindfold off when she's in the 69 position with you. That might be enough for you to recognize her."

Camden squirmed more. It must be Nami, since she'd be the only pussy he would be able to recognize.

He heard Kai's voice again as the girl began moving her body, sliding it along his... teasing his poor hard cock. His poor cock which had been locked up the last time he'd seen Nami, and which he'd tried so hard to not let get hard, was now as hard as it got. Kai's voice added a detail, "Oh, honey, did you shave like I asked you to? Did you? Aw, that's a good little girl" she said teasingly.

Camdem squirmed uncontrollably. He wasn't going to get to know who it was! 

Camden saw the light level go down through his black blindfold. The camera clicking stopped.

"Would you mind massaging this beautiful girl, Camden? I'll let your hands loose. I needed a break anyway, I've been photographing this girl for a long while now."

"For a long while?" Camden inquired. 

"Yes, you've been asleep for most of the evening baby. You see I made her let me photograph her in exchange for letting her fuck you. She was quite anxious to fuck you, you see."

"Aw, well that's good to know. From what I'm feeling here, I think I would enjoy that."

"Well, I should caveat that. She was quite anxious to fuck you, after I spent about 4 hours discussing how and why I would like her to fuck you. Before that, I think she probably also wanted you, but wouldn't say it."

He gave up and started exploring the warm, sensual body he was being rewarded with. He decided that he would at least make sure that he knew every last inch of this body when he finally got to find out who it belonged to. 

He thought he heard some whispering. Then some more. The girls were obviously conversing quietly so he couldn't hear her voice.

Kai whispered in her ear, out of hearing of Camden, "Are you ok sweetie? You're doing wonderfully."

"Yes, I'm ok. More nervous than I've ever been, though."

"That's alright. I know you're going to do fine."

Camden began running his now free hands along the girls back. He let his hand slide gently along her back, restraining himself to the area he'd be normally permitted to touch and massage even though it was silly to feel constrained at this point. He could feel clearly now that the girl was naked, or at least her breasts were, as they were touching to his bare chest. Their lower bodies were separated by the blanket, but he felt her body's curves directly enough to figure there were no clothes besides possibly panties. 

The girl continued rubbing her body up and down his in anticipation and desire. All three of them were breathing hard. The girl slid herself up his body until her face was near to his. She started kissing him. The kiss began very slightly, just a peck, but Camden's face lifted towards her, trying to get more, which apparently made the girl feel comfortable with it. She let loose more and kissed again, this time pressing hard. As they felt each other's desire, the kiss became full, long, their arms wandering around each other's shoulders and backs. Finally, the kiss severed and they slowed their motions, although their fast breathing continued unhindered.

The girl rested her head on his chest, just below his face and began to relax. She let him massage her back. Camden pressed gently with his hands, softly pushing the skin from one spot to another. After he'd pressed on a length of her skin a few times he'd reverse direction and do a long slide over the places he'd rubbed. Then, after a second pass over her skin, he would switch to poking gently with his fingers, randomly. After he poked an area for a few seconds, he'd revert to rubbing, which had a renewed effect because the poking had loosened up the area.

He'd switch between the three sensations as he moved around her back. He became anxious to expand to more of her body, but forced himself to focus on her back, then her neck and shoulders. She moaned gently as he rubbed her neck.

He tried to recognize the moan, but it was to no avail -- the moans were not enough to distinguish, although he was enjoying hearing this one. 

Although the moan didn't tell him which girl it was, it did convey a lot of information. It was a very warm, appreciative moan, clearly signaling that she was approving of the massage. He responded to her whims by spending more time on her neck, thoroughly helping her release her tension. 

As he trickled his massage down to her back again, he paused just below the shoulders to give her an embrace and hug her tight to him. That also elicited a moan of approval, which made him smile widely. He couldn't wait to be closer to this girl, to be able to hug her again with no blanket in her way. He couldn't wait to be able to squeeze her tight while he was inside of her, as close as he could be to her warmth. He wanted to be deep inside, as connected as he could manage.

He saw a flash of light through his blindfold and heard a camera click. Apparently, Kai was getting anxious to see how they were progressing, and her camera's flash permitted her to sneak a peek on their progress.

He heard her exclaim, "Mmmm, nice and slow", she moved in close to them as she finished her sentence, "I approve."

The girl's body squirmed a little. He figured that meant that Kai's statement had made her a little nervous. That's good, she's concerned about Kai's approval... a good sign of her desires, he thought.

He resumed his massage and started moving his way down her body. He intertwined massaging, for her benefit, with gently sliding and caressing along the curves of her body, for his own exploration. He felt her lower back. The small of her back felt wonderful, he rubbed his hands over it several times. He thought he felt his cock pulsate as he did, although it was already as hard as it could be. He figured the girl must have felt it as well.

He moved a little further, feeling the girl's hips, and butt. He continued his massage as he explored, and as he began massaging her butt he pressed harder than he had on her back. Although her butt was tight, it needed a little more pressure to contact the muscle than her back had needed.

Another flash and camera click. Kai had a knack for timing.

He could not reach any lower in their present position, so he worked his way back up for a second pass. After he finished, he said gently, "Mmm, I want more..."

The girl obliged, sitting up and straddling his chest with her legs. She was facing towards him, her feet on either side of his head and her warm pussy resting on his chest. She was still wearing panties, but he could definitely feel the extra warmth in that spot.

She almost stopped moving, but then he felt her hands moving around. She started working her panties off. She slid them off slowly, methodically lifting her legs over his head as she did. She intentionally lowered her legs just enough that her panties grazed Camden's chin, ever so softly, on their way off her body.

Then, he could feel her pussy. He felt her warmth and some moisture on his chest more than distinct features. That meant she had small vagina lips, so that her pussy was more of a long slit than something covered. But, there was no feeling of a hole, so the lips were there.

Clearly enjoying how her pussy was feeling on his chest, she teased him (and herself) by rubbing herself along his chest a little bit.

She was wet! In fact, she must have been quite wet, because as she pressed into him and rubbed back and forth, he felt some of the pussy juice remain on his chest. 

He thought he could begin to detect the scent, too. It was pleasant, definitely not one of those gross girls that smelled bad, it was somewhat similar to Kai's, another pussy whose scent had a wildly erotic effect on him.

Then, he felt hair. It was on his chest. But, it wasn't the girl's hair. It was long, normal hair. It was moving. It must have been Kai. Then, he felt her lick his chest, right were the girl had left her juices. Kai let out a very long moan. Camden felt his cock pulsate again, and wondered if it was possible for a man to cum from sheer desire without even having physical contact.

Kai withdrew herself and Camden felt some shuffling near his legs, pillows he thought. The girl laid back, resting her head face up on the pillow that Kai had probably inserted between his legs, but noticeably just below his cock. The girl was lying atop him but on her back, and it was now her upper back that he felt pressing against his hard cock.

She pressed her legs together, letting Camden feel the legs on either side of him...then she separated them slightly. 

Camden began feeling her legs with his hands. He rubbed, massaging, switching to the massage-style poking, then deep rubs, and occasionally a soft sliding to feel her shape. He worked her legs, and her thighs. He rubbed her feet just slightly, but didn't have a good angle on them so moved back upward. 

He didn't take the time for a second pass this time, but just let the massage carry upward to her hips. Then, he massaged her stomach. He danced around her thighs. Finally, he let his massage touch her pussy. She moaned as he did so. He passed right over it as if it was just like any other part of her that deserved a few seconds of rolling motion, rubbing, gentle finger poking, and then hand sliding over and across. 

He let the massage continue onto her stomach...back down to her hips... he crossed over her pussy again from the opposite side. He continued a few times, and the girl began squirming and moaning. The moaning quickly degraded to a pouting sound, a clear wish for her pussy to receive more attention, a clear message that she wanted him, now, hard, deep, inside of it.

He let his massage split into two separate massages, one with each hand, covering different areas near but not on her pussy. He moved them independently, letting one graze her pussy while the other massaged her leg or thigh or stomach or hips. 

Finally, he let each hand have a thigh to massage, and significantly slowed the massage speed down, increasing the pressure. He started moving both hands towards her pussy at once...slowly...very slowly...massing their way in towards her, each separate massage keeping about the same distance from her pussy as it approached.

His hands moved from her thighs to the sides of her pussy. Suddenly, a camera flash and click came, throwing his concentration for a moment and causing his hands to jar a little. He resumed, letting his hands simultaneously reach onto her pussy. 

He rubbed around the outside of her pussy lips, swirling, pressing down harder than he had before. The girl's pouting returned to moans, and became continuous, as did Camden's own moans of approval. 

Kai interjected softly, "Wow, you guys sound so hot. I can't wait to hear and feel your bodies rubbing up against each other, cock in pussy, moans of ecstasy."

Camden smiled and agreed, "Oh yeah, I can't wait to be inside this wonderful...juicy...warm...tight little girl."

The girl squirmed and her moans turned to whimpers in response to their statements.

Camden felt Kai's hands grazing his legs, apparently helping the girl back into a straddling, sitting position. Then he felt Kai's legs straddle him at his legs as the girl sat on his chest. The girl started sliding herself and her warm pussy along his chest, up towards him.




Perspectives



Perspectives

in three parts

~~~

I've been friends with Jim for a long time, about three years and change. We grew up in the same lame town, although I didn't really know him then. We worked together for about six months and that's when we were tight. After he quit, we stayed close, getting together on the weekends and for a game sometimes. Jim is the kind of guy I can relate to. We share musical taste as well as a need for pizza. If guys have best friends, Jim is mine.

Two months ago, Jim showed up at my place with this girl, Elizabeth. It wasn't particularly unusual for us to enjoy the company of women. Most of the time we've known each other, I've had a girlfriend or Jim's had a girlfriend, or we've both had girlfriends. Even when we didn't have girlfriends, we had friends who were girls. So Elizabeth being a girl wasn't itself a big deal. 

But what a girl! Don't get me wrong, Jim is a great guy. Reasonably handsome, if you dig that sort of guy. Sense of humor. Smart. Really a good guy. Elizabeth is something else. None of the girls who came before could hold a candle to the shockingly brilliant sun of Elizabeth. I remember my jaw actually dropping when I saw her. My eyes opened wide and I stared slack jawed for at least a minute. Stunning. Beautiful. Sweet.

I recovered soon enough and welcomed her into the fold. I don't think I ever acted creepy or anything like that. I had too much respect for Jim to behave like a fool around his girlfriend. I mean, I'm sure I stared to the point of drooling from time to time, but being a man in the presence of a beautiful woman, that kind of reaction was par for the course. All guys leered at Elizabeth. I would be unrealistic to think anything else was possible.

Even so, I could soon tell that Elizabeth didn't like me. She avoided talking to me. If I joined bunch of people in conversation, she'd soon walk away. She tried to make plans that seemed particularly to exclude me. She was creating distance between us and, as a result, between me and Jim. I wasn't thrilled with the direction we were headed, but I had no idea what I could do about it. Jim seemed happy with Elizabeth. My sun was setting.

So it came as a surprise when Jim asked me to go to the park with him and Elizabeth. By that time, I had begun to accept that things would never be the same and I was ready to move along. I agreed without expressing my reservations, but Jim understood immediately my reluctance to join the party.

"You don't like Elizabeth, do you?"

"I do. That's not it at all."

"So what is it?"

"She doesn't really like me."

"Sure she does."

"No," I said deliberately. "No, she doesn't."

"What makes you say that?"

"She acts like she's disappointed in me. Like she thinks I'm a failure. A sad, disappointment. A bum."

"You're intimidated by her."

"Definitely. She's just amazing."

"That's just dumb."

"But she's incredible."

"It's not dumb because she's not incredible. She is. What's dumb is that so are you."

"I'm not that hot."

"No one is that hot. But you're just as cool as she is."

"I am not in her league," I said sincerely. "Hell, you're not in her league." Jim reached over and hit me in the arm. "Ow."

"She intimidates you, and you act like an idiot. She hates that. Treat her like a real person instead of some kind of fertility idol."

"Sorry, man, but she messes me up. I can't deal with a woman that pretty."

"You've dated pretty girls."

"Not like her. She's out of my league."

"She is not. Look, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I am completely sure that you are not out of her league."

"Bullshit."

"I'm not kidding. I'm only going to tell you this to help you understand, so don't tell anyone I told you this. If I get in trouble over this, it's your ass. Don't make me kill you."

"What?"

"Sometimes, when we're fucking, Elizabeth talks about you."

"Hold on. What?"

"When we fuck, Elizabeth gets off on talking about getting other guys to join in. She has a whole gangbang fantasy that she teases herself with. Usually, she talks about celebrities and remote impossible guys like that. But sometimes, she'll bring you up."

"Bring me up?"

"Concoct stories about you walking in and offering to lend a hand, so to speak."

"And that gets her off?"

"Like a jackrabbit. She'll be talking all this trash about fucking you and squirm and squeal like there is no tomorrow. I don't mind because she's fucking hot when she's excited. Whatever flips her switch, you know?"

"No shit?"

"I would not lie on this particular point."

"Interesting."

"Now, don't get any ideas. I just want to go to the park, smoke a bowl and toss a frisbee. And you don't say a word. Capiche?"

"Understood."

This shed a new light on everything. I gathered my stuff and piled into the car. We drove to the park.

"Hey, Elizabeth."

"Haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been busy at work."

"I know how that goes."

"How's Denise?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about letting her go," I said, surprising myself with my decisive assertion.

"Good," she said. "I don't mean that. I just mean, she's not good enough for you."

"Yeah," I said. "You're right.

And I knew she was.

~~

"You told him what?"

"I told him that you have fantasies about inviting him to a gangbang."

"You didn't."

"I did and you do."

"Why would you tell him that?"

"It came up."

"You told your best friend that I wanted to fuck him?"

"He's not my best friend. He's just a friend."

"What did he say?"

"About you wanting to fuck him?" 

Elizabeth smacked me with a pillow. I laughed.

"I don't want to fuck him. Stop saying it like that."

I told him that you have gangbang fantasies and occasionally fantasize about him joining us in a love-making session."

"You didn't."

"And he said he had some friends who would be glad to lend a hand."

"He didn't."

"Why wouldn't he? He has friends."

"What did he say?"

"About walking in while you're riding me, titties bouncing, hair tossing?"

"You're bad."

"You open your mouth and he drops his pants."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'bullshit, she's way out of my league.'"

"Awww."

"And I said there is no accounting for taste."

"He's cute. And sexy."

"Exactly what I told him."

"Then he said to get you warmed up and he'd be by soon."

Elizabeth squealed. "No he didn't."

"And I told him that when I told you that I told him, you wouldn't need any warming up. Your pussy is totally slick right now."

"Fuck yes," she gasped.

"Let's get you warmed up," I said, tugging off her shorts.

"Friends?" she said, pulling her t-shirt over her head.

"He has lots of friends who would love to lend a hand."

"Hand?"

"Cocks," I said. "A bunch of thick, stiff cocks."

"Fuck yes," she groaned.

A knock fell on my door. Elizabeth and I froze in our naked embrace.

"Jim, it's me. I left my wallet in your car."

~~

I stopped for gas when I realized my wallet wasn't in my pocket. I did the frantic body search followed by crawling into my car to check under the seats. Nothing more than twenty-seven cents and an aged piece of wrapped hard candy turned up. I reviewed my life in reverse and decided that the obvious culprit was Jim's car. I had taken my wallet out of my pocket to relieve the strain of sitting on the thick lump of leather and documents. It was, I suddenly felt sure, sitting on the seat. Unless it had fallen to the floor when Jim came to an abrupt stop.

I pulled out of the gas station without buying any gas and headed my car back down hill toward Jim's apartment. All I could do was hope it was sitting on his back seat or floor, because all the other possibilities - dropping it at the park, throwing it in the trash, falling out at a street-light, when did I have it last? - were too horrible to consider. I never thought to call Jim because I had to know before he would matter.

And it was there, sitting in the backseat, the black leather gleaming in the direct rays of a late afternoon sun. My relief was intense. Jim's door was six feet away and I'd just left them twenty minutes before. I knocked. I even yelled through the door, so Jim could grab his keys and transmit the appropriate code with his key. I'd get my wallet and life would continue as expected. I still needed to get some gas.

There was a long period of silence. I raised my hand to knock again when the rustling and whispering started. I didn't intend to interrupt anything and I realized that I probably should have called, but regardless of form, I still needed my keys.

Jim opened the door, wearing his jeans and no shirt. In that same moment, I remembered our conversation, because it suddenly seemed pertinent. 

"What's up?" he asked, with a glance at me before turning to look back into the room with a smile. Elizabeth was behind him. She wasn't wearing a shirt, either. Nor pants.

"I left my wallet in your car." It had spurred me to this place but retrieving my wallet had suddenly lost all of its urgency. I wasn't sure exactly why I was telling Jim.

"My keys," he said. "I'll get them."

He turned and left, disappearing into the depths of his apartment. I would have waited outside except the door was wide open and Elizabeth was mostly naked. I stepped inside and closed the door.

"Jim told you," she said. "Is that why you came back?"

"My wallet," I said, forgetting what that meant as I spoke.

Let's review. Elizabeth is a woman so attractive that I was, until this morning, so intimidated by her that it was driving me away from my best friend, Jim. There is a fierce averageness to her brand of beauty - nothing too big, nothing too small, a normalcy that isn't normal, a common quality that is completely uncommon. This woman, this icon, this goddess made flesh, in ways only young women can be, stood almost entirely naked before me. 

Her breasts hung heavily, full with the weight of a tender boob, moving fluidly and pendulously, hovering succulently between big and small. She stared hungrily at me with radiant sultry eyes. Tight erect nipples strained the softness of her breasts. Elizabeth stood in majestic erotic beauty before me, not only naked but flush with arousal, a woman on the very verge of engaging in sex, inviting me with her entire being.

Jim entered the room again as Elizabeth began to tug at my fly. He smiled and nodded as my cock emerged rock hard from the fabric recesses to assault Elizabeth's waiting grin. The soft cool suck of her lovely mouth engulfed my hardness. I thought I might orgasm in those very first moments, but the flow was interrupted as Jim diverted her attention by pulling down her pink lace panties in a ferocious yank. A pause waited for Jim to mount her from behind. Elizabeth groaned deeply and returned to sucking on my dick. I closed my eyes and didn't breathe. Elizabeth, in all her beauty, swallowed my extended eager length.

I struggle to describe the overwhelming eruptions of beauty that poured from this tight little wench. Every glance in her direction threatened to destroy me. Dark eyes glancing up from behind a flip of loose long hair. A shapely naked ass with the slight tinge of a tan line, emphasizing the extended curve of flesh. Shaking titties that bobbed and lightly grazed my thighs. Jim forced her rhythm from behind, sending her lips suddenly down the length of my rigid staff. 

She laid me down on my back and straddled my dick. Pushing her hair back with one hand, she steadied herself with her other hand on my chest, a bouncing beat began, sliding up and thrusting down while her boobies jiggled in energetic spasms. Jim fed his dick to her intermittent kiss, slowing her down to taste the stick before leaving it behind for another series of thrusts, impaling herself on my eager readiness. Deciding the attempt to get sucked too frustrating, Jim positioned himself behind her and after a few moments of steadiness, plunged himself into her asshole.

Elizabeth simultaneously screamed and squirmed and squealed and fucked my cock furiously while Jim's cock slid along from behind. I didn't know how much more I could take, but the rhythm oscillated between fast and slow and I caught myself in coolness during the respites. Elizabeth couldn't have been hotter, dripping heated juices all along my dick. No one could have possibly counted her orgasms, for they seemed continuous and wild.

We fell in a heap on the floor, exhausted by the intense and furious screwing after a long day in the afternoon sun. The darkness began to envelop us and I finally raised my head. Jim turned to one side, looking at me past the raised mound of Elizabeth's hip. 

"I told you she liked you."

"Indeed, you did."

~~~

Perspectives

in three parts



Perspectives: Newbie's First Party



Loud, rhythmic, intense music shook the basement of the five-story apartment building. The spacious basement held close to two hundred students as they danced, jumped, and acted completely wild to the deejay and the music blaring from six-foot tall speakers scattered all around. Dim lights and pulsating white, red, and green strobe lights cast eerie shadows and images all around. As students stomped the floor and their feet into oblivion, the small makeshift bar was packed with patrons drinking, drinking, and drinking – mostly beer, some had harder mixed drinks. By the entrance stood the Law – two of the local campus security officers (who also are auxiliary state troopers) and the deputy of Haverlton (since this party was funded by his son and his crony friends). They didn't bother the students at the bar or on the dance floor; they just wanted this party to end and the kids to make it home safe without wrecking the town (or the campus). 

A 5'8, lean build black kid with small glasses danced his way around the basement since he arrived at 11 pm. Now approaching 12:30 am, he had not danced with any females, but worked up a sweat dancing to the various songs. Looking down, he regretted wearing his good dark slacks and royal blue long sleeve shirt; both had stains on them (sweat, beer) and his new casual shoes were scuffed badly. Being a freshman, he did not know how intense parties on campus were – not many freshmen do. Straining his eyes he saw other freshmen (he remembered from his orientation classes) barely in the strobe light gloom. Inching his way toward the bar, the pace of the music changed again sending those around him into the frenzy of reggae music.

The frenzied pace of the words and beat sent the dancers into another level of passion. Males hunted like wolves for females to gyrate and grind upon; females answering the "mating" call by swiveling their hips in every direction at once. All around the freshman, people were coupling to share in a fervent display of energy (sexual mostly). 

Making his way a little faster towards the bar, the freshman was stopped in his tracks. A female – about his height, lean build, skin a caramel shade in the gloom, short black hair, and surprisingly alert hazel eyes – stood in front of him blocking his way. Clad in a dark, tight tank top and low-rise jeans, the look she gave him was one of animalistic lust coupled with a heightened level of intoxication; the freshman knew what she wanted.

Before he could do move, her hands shot out and gripped his hips like a vice. Shockingly strong hands held him as her hips suddenly began assaulting his in fast, hungry grinds. Tensing up mightily, the grinds increased intensity and pace as she drew within a couple of inches of his face. Her eyes searched his looking… for approval, for fear, for something. The young man's mind raced staring back at her nervous and tense. As the song changed and the beat somehow quickened, stirrings deep in his mind awoke - those same stirrings whenever he was got aroused. A slight jerk forward in the opposite motion as his uninvited dance partner was the result.

A devilish, predatory smile escaped the young woman's lips as she increased her gyrations against his hips and pelvic area. Mind racing, he answered her with his own grinds wrapping his arms around her lower back. Reggae songs increased in rhythm and pace, their dancing increased in hungry sexual energy. His eyes closed, the freshman enjoyed the ride immensely, his now rock hard and bulging crotch invading the front of the female (her legs farther apart and bent allowing more of his bulging pants to rub against her). Her slight sighs and groans drowned out by the music and words, her grips tightens with every song to his back and sides. His hands began roaming and rubbing her back pushing her against him more and more… their dancing were mirrored by so many others around the basement it resembled some clothed orgy. An atmosphere of energy so thick it prickled hairs on necks, the dancing continued as the deejay spun his records frantically keeping pace with his "followers." 

For over forty minutes reggae music roared from the speakers vibrating the floor, hearts, and souls. The freshman and his dance partner continued their sexually charged dancing; they changed positions during a switch in songs so now she was bending forward a little grinding and pushing her ass back against his bulging raging crotch. His hands, now with a mind of their own, rubbed under her shirt, her small but plentiful breasts and nipples sending shivers and spiking shudders down her spine. Her moans increased in intensity, but were never heard as the music kept attacking their essence with its vivacious rhythms and pulse.

When the change in music occurred, many in the crowd did not pay attention to it. It took a moment for the freshman and his partner to understand – his hands were separated rubbing just insider her jeans and breasts as she kept grinding her ass against him hard and fast – but when the voice of the popular southern rap artist blared in its staccato tempo, their rhythm slowed and became erratic. Standing straight again, she slowly pulled the man's hands from her and away from her. A slight groan of dispute escaped his lips as he felt her ass push away from his enraged crotch. 

He didn't know he had his eyes closed the whole time until he saw the young lady's face inches in front of his. Her smile wasn't as yearning as earlier; she looked content (but still had that glassy drunk tint). His returning smile turned to a little anxious gasping as she leaned in and softly kissed him. Their lips embraced sending sparks through his body; 40 minutes of freak dancing and he kept himself from shooting his wad into his pants. As her lips touched his, though, he felt a few droplets of pre-cum escape sending a shiver up his spine to his brain. A soft moan came from him causing the female to pull away slowly smiling. Grabbing his crotch and giving it a strong squeeze (causing another shiver, moan and more pre-cum to leak out) she turned then made her way into the thick crowd. A few breaths to recover and he was following her….

Until he lost her in the mass of humanity that was now doing a frenetic, though less sexually charged dance. Slightly disappointed, he made his way to his original destination – the bar.

For him, the rest of the party did not seem as passionate as those forty minutes with his mystery dancer. One reason was after the reggae music, the deejay played all popular songs and styles that didn't appeal to him. The second was that he was on his fourth glass of "punch" at the bar was feeling calm and loose. Though the cops were there and discouraged underage drinking, they were reluctant to test the punch for alcohol. The punch did have alcohol in it… a mixture of vodka, rum, schnapps, and whisky (someone's twisted idea). The fruity twang of cranberry, raspberry, and fruit punch helped to mainly disguise the smell, yet the test was still tart. However, the young man didn't care; he wanted his mind to relax (as well as his crotch).

3 am the cops made their way through the thinning crowd to stop the music and send everyone home. Leaving the heat and humidity of the basement to the cool night surprised him partly sober. Laughing, he saw his roommate staggering with a female in tow toward his car. He met them at the silver colored four-door car still laughing.

"What da fuck soooo funny Reedie boy?" Drawled his roommate fumbling to get his car keys.

Still laughing, Reed replied, "Nuthing Alex. Just wondering why the cool air didn't sober your ass up. Hi there Marla," he said waving exaggeratedly towards the tall brunette holding up Alex. 

Finally getting his keys, Alex handed them to Marla who opened the driver-side door and got in. Reed joined her in the front as Alex laid out on the back seats sighing and laughing. 

"Sooooo Newbie, like your first party?"

Scowling at the nickname freshmen had here at Haverlawn, Reed replied, "Pretty much. That damn 'punch' is just that… a fucking punch in the mouth!" Alex's loud laughing filled the car along with Marla's giggling laugh. "The deejay was ok-"

"Did you dance with anyone?" 

Reed was about to answer when he hesitated. He was about to say no until he remembered her…

His cock stirred in his pants forcing him to adjust in his seat. Finally remembering to answer, "Yeah, I danced with one girl. She was real good."

Turning the car on, Marla asked, "Did she break you?"

Reed's face grew puzzled; Marla turned her head to face him smiling, her eyes sneaking a peek at his still noticeable bulge. Feeling her stare, he blushed and looked straight ahead. Nodding, Marla put the car in motion knowing her answer…

"Hey," shouted Alex, "did you get broken by the bitch Reed or what?"

"Nah," Marla said elbowing Reed before he could speak, "Most girls there didn't have the skills for that."

"A few girls did…" Alex said with some reverie in his voice eyes half closed. Marla's smile widened as they drove out of the parking lot of the apartment and drove up towards the intersection. A column of half-drunk partiers made their wobbling way towards the campus. Among the throng was the female Reed danced with – and she was walking alone…

"Why we stop?" Alex asked still lying down. 

"Cause they herding the kids back to-" Marla stopped midsentence as Reed got out of the car. "Hey, where you going?" she called out to him surprised and a little annoyed. "What now Marla? What's going on?" Alex slurred still laying on his back unaware.

Impulses on automatic, Reed joined the herded kids as they walked (well, as best as one can do while tired with sore feet and drunk as a sailor) along the sidewalk that lead into an entrance into the school. He pushed his way past groups of kids smelling a weird mixture of aromas (alcohol, sweat, sex, vomit to name a few) searching for his mysterious dance partner….

There. She was not far from him and she was still alone. Her arms folded across her chest trying to keep her warm, she looked so sexy to Reed. Still on impulse, he approached her as they crossed another intersection (a patrol car driving alongside keeping an eye on things) and ended up walking next to her. He didn't speak for the first few yards they walked alongside – she didn't acknowledge he was there until she turned to see where some loud yelling was coming from. Partly startled by his presence, a small smile appeared making Reed relieved he made the right impulsive move.

Again on impulse (his mind long ago shut off), Reed spoke first, "Want my shirt?"

She looked at him puzzled at first, then nodded slowly. Reed unbuttoned and took off the long sleeve shirt (now I know why I wore it, he mused) and draped it over her shoulders. Clutching it, the young female stepped toward him then surprised Reed by leaning against him. Wrapping an arm around her, they both continued the slow walk back onto campus in silence.

Before Reed knew it, he was standing in front of a girls' dormitory – an old Victorian-style building built. From what he remembered from Orientation (and that wasn't a damn lot), these buildings were for upperclassmen females. It was almost 4 am; it was past visitation hours so he really was not allowed to go any farther. Yet, he saw groups of guys following girls into the dorm laughing and talking pretty loudly for the early morning.

"Coming or not?" Her question started Reed. Turning to her, he stammered, "Uh…. Uh, yeah. I guess so. You have my shirt." His attempt at humor did not register with the girl. She turned and headed for the entrance. Shrugging, Reed followed his actions still impulsive (his brain now locked out from making ANY decisions). 

Three flights later (felt like ten to Reed), Reed and his companion were standing in front of her door. "Coming in?" She asked her eyes locked onto his. Again Reed was mesmerized by them; alert, circular and set her face into a wonderfully pleasing pose. He didn't realize he was nodding until she opened the door and stepped in waiting for him. His hesitation was momentary; he charged in like a bull before she (or him) could change minds.

Turning on the lights, he took in the dorm room - two beds, two dressers splitting the room in half, two desks by the double windows, and posters. A typical college dorm room; Reed noticed that both beds were empty.

"Where's your roommate?" he asked.

"Nope," she replied heading to the bed on the left, "she went home for the weekend. She lives nearby…"

She sat down and began taking off her shoes. When she pulled one off, she mused, "Shut the door. I don't want us getting in trouble. And stop being so damn tense." Chuckling and whispering "Newbie," she took off her other shoe and sat against the headboard cross-legged.

Reed shut the door and slowly walked over to the bed and sat a foot from her. Silence filled the room for the next few minutes – outside the shouting and laughing of partying students echoed into the early fall night. Reed finally ended the silence saying, "I'm Reed if you want to know." He kicked himself mentally… Of all the fucking things to say, you say THIS?

"I didn't," she answered smirking. When Reed's body visibly tensed, she giggled. "Come on, just kidding. Relax… my name's Tamara." Her reassuring smile helped Reed to relax. 

The next few moments were a blur in Reed's mind. He didn't know how he inched over to where she sat; he didn't know how his hands ended up on her crossed legs rubbing them; he didn't realize he was kissing those soft sensual lips of hers until a moan escaped her. Pulling away far enough to see her eyes, Reed saw the lust and wanton desire he saw on the dance floor. Looking deeper, he noticed that he too was looking back at her with the same stare of yearning. Reed was not used to the overflow of sexual energy he felt; yet, it didn't stop him from leaning back in to kiss Tamara passionately on the lips, his hands roaming up her legs and under her tank top. Tamara's surprisingly strong hands reached out and pulled him onto the bed. 

Hands rubbed, pinched, massaged… Reed and Tamara enjoyed the sensations that each was receiving. Moans and groans filled the room and increased in intensity, threatening their privacy. Neither cared if anyone heard them though; their world consisted of them two, the bed, and the roaming fingers and lips as they explored each other. 

Soon Reed's hands had pulled Tamara's tank top over her head exposing her firm, petite tits. Her nipples were poking out hard as nails from his earlier attentions; now he moved from her lips and traced his tongue down towards them. Moans of excitement escaped Tamara as his tongue began licking her right tit slowly in little circular motions. Not to feel cheated, she grabbed for his slacks and forcefully unbuttoned and unzipped them. His cock, which had been very hard throughout much the night, knew of her movements and began twitching in anticipation of being free. Moment later Reed's slacks were below his hips; his briefs (gray Hanes to Tamara's giggling smirk) followed soon after.

Springing from its prison, his cock hung between his legs pulsing and waiting. Its involuntary twitching sent shivers throughout Reed's body – which caused him to nibble on Tamara's tits greedily. She yelped in pleasure; her breasts were on fire from his tongue and teeth. Grabbing his cock with her left hand, she began to stroke it from tip to base at a quick pace causing moans and groans to escape Reed's mouth. His mouth being on her tits while he moaned and groaned added to Tamara's blissful feelings – he pussy lips twitched, quivered and she began to feel her panties get wet from her juices. She had to fuck him now… 

Grabbing his eight inch cock in both hands, she jacked him off frantically. Soon, Reed couldn't concentrate on her tits as his balls churned and the sheer pleasure was driving him insane. With the pleasure came another thought… I just met this girl - don't even know her last name – and I'm about a few breaths away from possibly FUCKING her! How the fuck I get in this situation… I'm not like this at all-

She squeezed the head of his cock sending a twinge of pain and pleasure through his body letting loose an animalistic groan.

"AAAAaaahhhhh oooohhhh shit…" Reed lost all inhibitions at that point. His hands groped for her jeans, unbuttoned them and yanked them down to her knees. Her panties (he saw the wet spot in the front) were next; lifting her legs up he pulled off both and tossed them on the floor. Removing his pants and briefs, he spread her legs wide resting them on the bed knees up. Putting her hands over her head, he leaned in close panting and hissing like some predator. Tamara's breath also came in ragged gasps – the air smelled of her sex and his musty sweat to her nose. 

Her mind swimming, she barely got out, "Pleeeease… in my ass. Fuck my ass."

Reed hesitated. He heard what she said… but he never fucked a girl in the ass. Was it different than her pussy? Tighter? Did he need protection? Realizing he didn't have any condoms on him (he didn't expect to fuck anyone tonight – that's how his roommate acted) and the creeping doubts in his mind, he hovered over Tamara his cock inches from her warm, wet slit.

"Top dresser drawer… vaseline… get it." Tamara's voice called to him. Looking down, he saw her head pointing to the dresser. Getting up he rummaged through the drawer, found the small jar, and returned back to the bed.

Using two fingers, he took some out and rubbed his cock until it was shiny and coated. Taking the jar, Tamara took her middle finger, scooped some Vaseline onto it, reached under her and began moaning loudly murmuring under her breath as she rubbed her finger in and around her tight anal opening.

"MMMMMM…. Fuck yeeeessss…" she purred. Her finger worked furiously at her anal ring then later plunging into her stretching her and loosening her up for its next visitor. Rolling onto her stomach then her hands and knees, she half begged, "Fuck my ass Reed!"

He didn't wait for her to repeat it. Getting behind her and spreading her ass wide, he pushed his head into her, her moans and screams loud and filled with agony and pleasure. A few grunting thrusts and it penetrated her ass. The warm tight hole squeezed and massaged his dick sending new sensations through him. Grunting like a pig, he began a slow thrusting rhythm til all eight inches were inside Tamara. 

She's no anal virgin, he thought as he paused getting her accustomed to having her ass stretched. Reed guess he took too long in waiting cause Tamara began to thrust her ass back against him. Taking the cue, Reed pulled halfway out, then rammed back in one thrust. The feeling was nothing he ever experienced; he hissed, gasped and moaned loudly "OOOOOhhhhhhh GOD… OOOOOHHHH." Tamara's moans were more primal; she thrust her ass back meeting his hard, slow strokes. Grabbing her hips for leverage, Reed picked up the pace fucking her ass harder, faster, and deeper. Her thrusts matched his; her head writhed on the pillows muffling the shouts of pleasure. Tamara's hands grabbed the headboard tightly…

As Reed fucked her tight ass vigorously, her hands tightened. Soon, it was banging against the wall loudly shaking the whole bed. 

"SOOO tight…. AAAAHHH this is the SHHIIIIIIT." Reed moaned as he kept ramming his rod in and out her ass. The night of stimulation was getting to him though; he felt the churning in his balls signaling he was close to his orgasm. 

"Fuck… me… HARDER! HARDER!" Tamara yelled her head titled up and arching her back. 

Reed squeezed her hips tighter and jackhammered her ass plunging deeper into her. More moans and shouts came from Tamara… then she gasped. Suddenly, her whole body tensed her ass squeezing his cock obscenely hard. Then, a long shuddering moan escaped her as her orgasm sprang forth. The clenching and jackhammer thrusts were too much for Reed as soon after her climax ebbed, his flowed.




Perspectives On Spousal Training



As a fifty year old career dominatrix, with nearly twenty five years in the business, I am often asked for my opinion on the topic of bondage discipline for wayward wives, or less commonly wayward husbands.

Since spousal training is a lucrative and specialized endeavor, I have a vested interest in promoting it. However few prospective clients can afford my fee and I'm not in the habit of providing detailed advice, let alone training for free.

Under ideal circumstances optimal results are generally achieved with females who willingly submit to such training. This means that the female voluntarily appears at my dungeon and signs a consent form, agreeing to specific terms.

While this might seem overly legalistic, the word is quite broad, and the main purpose is to discourage any female who might consider making false accusations. In theory the female is free to terminate the session at any time, but they never do.



More problematic are females who refuse to even consider bondage discipline and would never voluntarily visit a dominatrix under any circumstances. In some cases of this nature, I will visit the home of the wayward female, and in the presence of the husband, bondage will be forced upon the female. My fee for this type of session is double what it would otherwise be, and I am quite selective as to my clientele.

Rather than write in the hypothetical, I'll cite an actual case of forced bondage. Jack is a forty two year old aerospace engineer, with his wife Bernadette two years younger. Bernadette has carrying on adulterous relationships for nearly the entire ten year period of the marriage. A former fashion model, she is endowed with good looks, and has no difficulty attracting male lovers. She married Jack primarily for his wealth.

Jack has long been aware of Bernadette's adulterous propensities, but regards her as a trophy wife, and that divorcing her would irreparably damage his image in the eyes of his peers. For the first few years of the marriage he tended to ignore her sexual needs, and one would be hard to fault Bernadette for engaging in extra marital sex.

In recent years Jack has changed his perspective, becoming less fixated with his professional life, and making a good faith effort to satisfy his wife's sexual needs. Bernadette has persistently rejected him, despite the fact that his erectile capabilities are more than adequate.

Jack recently consulted me and was quite straightforward. Would I come to his house for a forced bondage session with Bernadette, in his presence? My reaction was to attempt to assess the probability that she might report the matter to the police.

In Jack's opinion the probability was low. He was aware of the identity of some of her lovers and would not hesitate to make life difficult for them. Of much greater significance was his knowledge that Bernadette had stolen several thousand dollars, from an elderly woman, over whom she had Power of Attorney. It seemed doubtful that Bernadette would risk prosecution as retaliation for filing a criminal complaint against Jack.



Last, but not least, was that Jack had carefully cultivated pre-nuptial agreements, which severely limited Bernadette's benefits, in the event of marital dissolution. I was favorably impressed by Jack's resourcefulness and quoted him a fee of five thousand dollars, which he readily accepted.

Other favorable factors were that I had never met Bernadette, and she resided nearly fifty miles away. In addition one of my friends specializes in face masks and would fashion one for me that would at least make future recognition by Bernadette more difficult. Jack suggested I wear a ski mask, but I'm simply not a fan of intruder style bondage.

A little bit of information about myself is in order. I'm a full figured, artificial blond, with my most prominent attribute being a set of 36C breasts. Men worship these, but since my practice is limited to females, men can only fantasize. 

While I don't consider myself a visceral sadist, I am proficient in the use of floggers and crops, making judicious use of them. I like my women tightly restrained and am extremely proficient in rope bondage. Other favorite fetishes include leash training and sundry forms of humiliation.

On non consensual jobs I carry handcuffs and a shocker device. Occasionally a submissive will resist, and is subdued quickly with electricity and handcuffs. The rope work comes later. My feeling regarding gags are somewhat whimsical. If I sense a submissive absolutely dreads being gagged, she will be for certain. In other cases I'm more circumspect.

My submissives can expect to pleasure my pussy with their mouths, and depending upon their attitude, my asshole as well. Anal strap on sex is routine. On occasion I will perform oral sex upon a husband, as his helplessly restrained wife looks on. This isn't my favorite activity and would not be the case with Jack. I charge another one thousand dollars for this.

It was agreed I would make my house call at 7:00PM on a Thursday. Jack would use the ploy that he was expecting a visit from a saleswoman, which was not uncommon. Once admitted Bernadette would be given a choice of stripping voluntarily or forcibly. I suspected it would be forcibly.

When I entered the living room, Bernadette was in the kitchen, casually attired in black slacks and a white turtle neck sweater. Jack invited her to the living room, on the pretense of being introduced and she reluctantly did so.

Jack promptly delivered the blockbuster. "Bernadette this is Mistress Tressa and she is a professional dominatrix. You will strip for her and then she will tie you up. You will be taught the error of your habitual cheating and hopefully after being punished and humiliated you will be a better wife", he intoned.

If looks could kill! Bernadette quickly made known she wasn't about to submit to any dominatrix and ordered me to leave the house. Before she had time to resist, I had her in handcuffs, cuffed to the rear. A cable tied was used to temporarily bind her ankles. She was not about to escape and quickly realized the futility of physical resistance.

That did not keep her from delivering torrent of invectives at me. If you don't quiet down I will gag you', I calmly announced. "No way I'm going to be gagged', she replied.

When I decide to gag a submissive, I use a gag that will be distinctly unappealing. In this case I had come prepared with a pair of my soiled panties, which were quickly forced into her mouth. I emphasized that I had worn them the day before, and if she persisted in being defiant, that they would be sealed with duct tape.

Despite a venomous stare she did settle down, enabling me to move to the next phase, which was stripping her. It is so much easier when the submissive strips voluntarily, but that wasn't about to happen.

Therefore I pulled her slacks down to her ankles, and her sweater was pulled over her head and around her arms, behind her back. As one might expect from a person of character, she wore no bra or underwear, and her running shoes were removed. 

With her lying bound on the floor, Jack and I sat above her on the couch, as I explained what was in store for her. I'll never forget the look on her face when I displayed the flogger and strap on and what they would be used for, it was almost as if she never knew such devices existed.

Some females, in the same situation as Bernadette, would plead for mercy. Despite being gagged, it was apparent from her body language that she wasn't about to show any remorse, so it was time to play hardball, starting with a clever ploy.

Jack had provided me with the phone number of Jeff, her current lover. Using Bernadette's cell phone, I called Jeff, and due to Caller ID he answered immediately. You can imagine his reaction when I informed him that I was a private investigator, that Jack and Bernadette had reconciled, and that I intended to interview both Jeff and his wife, as part of a spousal alienation lawsuit, to be filed against Jeff.

After hanging up, Jack and I high fived each other, while Bernadette avoided making eye contact with me. I could only imagine Jeff's consternation and fully expected for him to return the call, probably recording it.

Within five minutes Jeff did return the call, demanding to speak with Bernadette. "Bernadette does not wish to speak with you and I will visit your home later this evening', I told him, doing my best not give away the ruse. After abruptly hanging up on Jeff, Jack and I once again high fived each other.

It was time for Bernadette's training to begin. Leaving her wrists cuffed and ankles tied, I strapped a cheap leather collar around her neck. Her gag was removed, but she was warned not to speak without permission.

I produced a rawhide dog bone and tossed it about twenty feet to the far side of the living room. A chain of equal length was attached to the collar and she was ordered to crawl across the floor, pick up the bone using her mouth only, and return it to me. 

The first phase of her training had now commenced.



Perspectives: Reed's Decision



Freshman Year - Reed's Decision

After eating a surprisingly good brunch (which included three glasses of warm orange juice and two aspirin), Reed Johnson made his way to his dorm room. The previous night was mostly a blur to him - thanks to the "punch"... yet what he did remember consisted of images and wonderful sensations. The proof of his sensations was a pair of lavender panties in his back pocket - a gift from his "dance partner" Tamara Cooke. 

He was still grinning as he made way up the flights of stairs to his room. Entering the hall, he saw Marla leaving from his room with two empty trays. Waving, Reed saw her face light up and she began laughing. Puzzled, he asked, 

"What's so funny?"

"Your silly 'I just got fucked' grin," she said approaching him, "So you found that girl who you danced with last night heh?"

"No comment..." he started as she stopped in front of him shaking her head. Stopping, Reed looked at the attractive junior soccer player sternly. Her laughing increased upsetting him.

"You shouldn't give people a stern look with that grin - it's sooooo funny." She pushed him back using the trays, then walked by him mumbling "Newbies" shaking her head. Before she left his sight, Reed shouted "Maid!" then continued on to room 215 - his room.

Opening the door, he immediately saw his roommate sitting on the beanbag chair (HIS addition to the room) watching a local television show. Looking at the wall clock hanging above the window, Reed realized it was almost three in the afternoon - he was with Tamara the whole morning (DAMN).

Turning around, Reed's roommate waved - then seeing that grin - began laughing loudly and wildly like Marla. His face scowling, Reed hissed, "Don't you start Alexander. Just got the laugh track from Marla-"

"But that grin is soooo fucking stupid," Alex mused back stifling his laughs. 

"Nothing to be ashamed about Newbie - you got fucked. BIG DAMN DEAL.... It's good to get rid of some of that sperm. Too much in your system and you can get sic-"

"No... I do not follow your logic for getting ass three times a week mister," Reed replied. "I am not a nympho - that's YOU. It just happened is all..."

"Bull-fucking-shit," Alex said before bursting out laughing again. He was shirtless in the beanbag chair; he still had on the jeans he wore to the party the night before. 

"Marla told me how you ran out da car looking for the girl who gave you the boner. When we didn't see you back at the room, we figured you found her and was getting that boner sucked and fucked. And," he stood, walked over to Reed, and took the panties out his back pocket, "we see that you succeeded. Next time, tuck them in deeper..." Walking to Reed's desk by the window, he inspected them in the sunlight, nodded then dropped them on the desk. Reed stood motionless through the whole scene.

"What the hell did you just do Alex?"

"Checked the front of them for the wet spot," he replied sitting back down in the chair. "Though it dried, I can tell how big the spot was. Call it my 'specialty radar.' Come on, I know you have one too-"

His smirk only made Reed more upset at him. Then, the moment passed and he changed so he could shower - all the while that grin on his face. Showering, Reed's thoughts wandered back to the images of Tamara... Tamara dancing intimately close with him... Tamara snuggled against him as they walked back to campus... those alert hazel eyes showing him her innermost wants and desires as they kissed... her sweat-soaked body under his as he fucked her relentlessly...

The curtain being pulled back startled him out of his thoughts. Turning covering his cock angrily, he saw Alex standing in just a towel laughing at him. Shaking his head, Alex said, "You been in here 20 fucking minutes. It doesn't take that long to clean up from fucking. Boy, you don't do it much do you?"

"FUCK YOU Alex." Reed said irritably. He didn't like his roommate - a junior - keeping tabs of his sex life. He couldn't believe the Housing Department set him up with an upperclassman; a downside of being part of a large incoming class (and being the same major as Alex). Still, Reed did enjoy the wild stories the junior told during late nights (and the upperclassmen female friends he kept weren't too shabby either). 

Sighing, Reed turned back around and continued showering. 

"If you not gonna clean my back, I suggest you close the damn curtain and leave fuckwat," Reed said grabbing for the soap. Laughing, Alex shut the curtain and soon after Reed heard a second shower running. SONOFABITCHMOTHERFUCKER Reed thought as he finished his shower, his thoughts trailing occasionally back to the night before and Tamara (that grin reappearing).

The following four days Reed didn't think much about his first party or Tamara (unless Alex or Marla joked about it). He never mentioned to them her name; he figured it was a one night stand. It was an excellent one-night stand... yet a one time thing with an attractive upperclassman. 

His class schedule was typical for a freshman; the workload however, Reed was not totally ready for it. He spent most of that week in the Library or in his room; Alex kept him company (unwanted sometimes) and even tutored Reed in a couple of classes. 

Marla would stop by a couple of times to drop off some "stuff" for Alex (alcohol since she worked in town next door to it), yet they had no company. Haverlawn University was known for its demanding classes and workload - many students had little time for socializing outside of the weekend.

When Friday approached, Reed was relieved. He didn't think he would have made it without sneaking a couple naps during the week (and drinking some of the 

"stuff" that was stashed in HIS fridge). After his last class ended, a sense of freedom washed over him. The air was crisper; the trees were more colorful and the grass was a brighter - a sign he was relieved he didn't have to think about anything until Sunday night. 

Not wanting to sit in his room, Reed took a tour of his new school. Normally, he would take the main paths that took him around the main parts of the campus; today, he took some lesser-used paths that guided him past the skyscraper-style Sullivan Sundial Needle/Water tower (named after first President of university) and onto the farmland acreage. Not much to see... acres of wheat or grass with a scattering of buildings - 

Until one got to the southern tip of the field. There stood an old weatherworn barn and a tall, wide wheat silo. Both were "off limits" but that didn't stop students from checking out some of the oldest stuff on campus or in the town. Past the barn were where the first settlers of Haverlton lived; the barren patches of land and building ruins were the only evidence. Stopping a hundred yards from the barn (six foot electric wire fence is why), Reed stood and watched the relics in silence - trying to let his mind get clear. 

Another reason students visited this spot appeared to Reed's right; the setting sun glowed a fiery orange-red casting the horizon a golden hue calming Reed more. 

Watching half the sun set, Reed was totally oblivious to the couple a few feet behind him. They too were watching the sunset, the man's arms around the female. A sneeze startled Reed out of his meditative state. He whirled around quickly wondering who was behind him...

He nearly fell back against the electric fence. The look of surprise on his face registered with the guy for he said, "Whoa... sorry man to scare ya. The grass round here still gets my sinuses going... been here three fucking years and my nose still can't take all the damn fresh air." Chuckling, the man blew his nose with a tissue, then tucked it in his back pocket. The female with the sneezer was what caught Reed's eye (and his crotch)...

"Tamara?" Reed asked.

Nodding, Tamara smiled lovingly towards Reed. Her companion gave her a puzzled look. "You know him Tamara? He's a Newbie... how you-?" Facing her companion (having to look up to do so) she said, "Met him in passing Kevin. He's Alexander's roommate ya know."

Saying that smoothed the lines of doubt on Kevin's face - though Reed's face held some. Looking at Kevin, he suddenly felt awfully small. Kevin "Bruiser" Bryant - linebacker on the football team - stood six and half feet tall with very broad shoulders, muscles seemingly everywhere bulging (he wore his shirts tight to show them off), a neck as thick as a tree trunk, massive hands... Reed definitely felt small in his presence. Kevin's dark inquisitive brown eyes, bald head and rich brown complexion completed his look giving him that model edge - making him one of the most wanted men on campus. 

Being a freshman, he learned quickly whom the freshman females wanted - UPPERCLASSMEN MEN. Kevin was on that list - along with half the football, baseball, basketball, and even hockey teams. In all hindsight, Kevin was royalty on campus. Yet, he didn't get the royal treatment - he EARNED it by maintaining a 3.8 in Astrophysics (yeah - a football player wanting to be an ASTROPHYSICIST). Watching his massive arms he suddenly noticed they were wrapped (well engulfed) around Tamara's waist.

"Kevin, this is Reed. Reed... this is my boyfriend Kevin." Tamara said emphasizing the word "boyfriend" without drawing much attention. Reed did understand what she meant though; last Saturday was a one shot thing and would never happen again. He understood... 

"Nice to meet you Kevin," he said walking over his hand out. Kevin shook it violently smiling. "You got a good grip Newbie. Friends call me 'Bruiser' cause I've bruised a lot of people on and off the field."

Taking his hand back, Reed thought he would be added to that list. His hand throbbed; he wondered how neither of them saw it the throbbing felt very intense. Tamara kept smiling as she spoke, "So, you taking in the sunset too? It's a wonderful spot to see it." She continued when Reed nodded agreement.

"Just be careful not to get too close to that damn wire. Heard stories of students who have and got fried. Why the cops come by every hour to check... they come by that road over there-"

She pointed to the right of the barn. What he took as a barren patch of land was really a dirt road. Nodding, Reed noticed how close he was to the fence and took two giant steps back. Hearing Kevin's deep laugh, he began to scowl and tensed with embarrassment. 

"Don't worry," Kevin said, "if you come here with someone, he/she can always drag you back to campus."

"Not funny hun..." Tamara scolded. "Reed, what ya doing tonight anyway? Going to the campus party at REC UNO?"

Reed shrugged. "Don't know... gotta study. Who's throwing the bash?"

"One of the fraternities - don't know which."

"Okay Tamara."

"If you do, hope to see ya. If not, we'll see you around." With that, Kevin and Tamara waved and began walking back to campus. Reed digested the whole conversation (something he does too much many think); Tamara has a boyfriend who looks like a bodybuilder. Not only that, he was an academic to boot... his slim chances (he HAD a chance?) dashed as quickly as the orange glow the horizon had the last few moments the sun set. Long after the sun set, Reed made his way in the twilight back to the campus, the large Water Tower flashing lights guiding his way. 

He didn't go the party that night; Alex did. At 3 am, he returned drunk and in the arms of some girl - she looked like one of the freshman he saw during Orientation. Then he noticed both were as drunk as the day was long; they didn't register his presence as began making out on Alex's bed. Soon, Alex's beefy cock was in the girls' hands as she stroked it slowly. Moans escaped Alex's mouth as her lips teased his mushroom head. Reed couldn't believe they were getting naked in his presence (not realizing he was sitting at his desk). Fuming to himself, Reed grabbed his books and headed for the main lobby of the dorm. An hour later that same freshman girl was heading out the dorm - he noticed her hair and face were wet and her shirt half open exposing her big tits. As she past by the sofas, he saw streaks of milky white on her neck, breasts, and in her hair. When she left the building, Reed began chuckling putting the Psychology textbook on his lap.

"Damn," he whispered into the empty lobby, "his aim sucks. For someone who cums as much as he does, he should have better freaking aim." Picking up his book, Reed continued reading the chapter before heading up to his room and bed (seeing his roommate sprawled out on his bed in his boxers with a white thong on his face).

Saturday arrived and Reed was happy for it. So ready that he woke up at 8 am without the clock's help to watch Saturday morning cartoons. To him they weren't as good as the ones from his childhood, but some of them had promise. Of course, Alex was out cold (the thong still on his face) lying on his bed snoring a little. By noon, Reed was upbeat and ready to head to the library to study (Alex was awake too - sort of). At the campus library Reed found many places where he could study quietly with little chance of being disturbed. His small table covered with books, Reed became fused to the world of his textbooks; he didn't notice the company until he heard a book fall from one of the shelves nearby. Looking up, he noticed Tamara standing not far from the table smiling. The jeans she had on weren't as tight as the ones he saw her in Friday, yet they still showed off her legs well. She didn't have any books with her... Reed began wondering why she was in the library. 

Waving, he said, "Hiya Tamara. What brings you to the fourth floor of the Hemmings Library?"

"Nothing... just visiting." Her chuckle put a grin on Reed's face. "Seriously, I am here to do what you doing - studying. Have a big paper due Tuesday - and its only the second week of school! God, I hate that class..."

Sauntering over and hopping onto the table, she gave Reed a flirtatious smile and head turn. Laughing, Reed said, "Uh huh, riiiight. Taking a break now right?"

She nods and slowly began licking her lips.

Watching that tongue glide across her lips (wishing suddenly that tongue was licking his cock all over), Reed lost track of what he wanted to say. He ended up blurting out, "Where's Kevin?"

She glared at Reed. Reed thought he upset her; she slid off the table. Reed was lost at what to do; he sat frozen staring as Tamara walked around the table and stood not a foot from him, her hands on hips watching (those alert eyes mesmerizing). The humming of the library A/C was heard over the long silence. Abruptly Tamara began laughing - a cheerful, seductive, almost childish laugh surprising Reed. 

"No," she replies. "He's with his football buddies doing some stupid macho thing. They still happy they won the game Thursday against Odeon University. We have a shot at a winning record."

Reed sat listening to her ramble on about Kevin and the game his eyes not leaving hers. All of a sudden, Tamara was right in front of him looking down as he sat motionless. Her smile - warm, sweet - melted Reed. He knew there was something about her that made him so giddy with joy; he also knew he had some quality that made her seek him out on the dance floor a week ago. Whatever it was, he had no clue... but felt it was present today. Hopping on his lap, she kissed him quickly then sat facing forward. Bracing herself, she began bouncing on his lap softly giggling childishly.

Reed stayed motionless; her bouncing was nothing more than a tease he thought. Soon, her bouncing grew more seductive - almost sexual. He moved his hands to her hips and pushed her up off him. Looking back, Tamara half frowned her eyes showing hurt.

"You didn't like?" Her voice childishly innocent those eyes sparkling.

His hesitation was enough of an answer for Tamara. She sits back on his lap grinding her ass against him. The wonderful feeling it gave Reed almost took control of his thoughts. An image of Kevin appeared and he quickly tensed up. Feeling him tense up again, Tamara said, "What's wrong? Don't you like what I'm doing?" 

"Oh yes I do," he half moans, half whispers, "Just worried about Kevin-" 

"Don't be," she reassures him rubbing his arms slowly. She begins grinding against him slowly - he doesn't protest (though he remained tense). She knew he was fighting to control his urges; she could feel his cock through his sweats beginning to get stir with her movements. Quickening her pace, Reed began to loosen up and soon even thrust up meeting her ass. A slight sigh escaped Tamara's lips followed by a smile. She continued wiggling her ass against his crotch - Reed couldn't resist thrusting back harder slipping out a groan. His hands reached for her hips... Tamara leaned back against him knowing what was coming next.

Sliding his hands along the waistband of the jeans, Reed began bouncing Tamara on his lap harshly. Smiling hands gripping the table for leverage, Tamara let Reed's hands guide her body as she bounced up and down. Her ass was teased repeatedly by his crotch; her pussy moistened letting drops escape wetting the front of her panties. Reed quickened the pace and force; with each bounce, he whispered a grunt or moan his hands descending farther into her jeans. Rubbing her hips as he thrust harder and harder against her ass, Reed wanted so badly to have her. Again an image of Kevin (and his massive, bone-crushing frame) appeared; his rhythm slowed and became irregular. Feeling him tense and her wonderful sensations being interrupted, Tamara turned her head back.

"Reed," she cooed, "it will be ok. Kevin won't find us. Please, just relax and continue. Don't you want to continue?" 

His nod of agreement seemed slow and exaggerated, but he did want to continue (his raging cock demanded he continue throbbing through his sweats). Heartbeats later, Tamara's ass was bouncing again roughly on Reed's lap - her pleasure arising again. Being leaned forward, Reed sat up and began humping her ass harder and faster, his fingers rubbing her hips and making their way to the front of her jeans. Unbuttoning them, they fall into her panties and rub the trimmed pubic hairs of her pussy. A thumb found her clit and began flicking it back and forth. Yelps of pleasure escaped Tamara's lips as her mind lost control - goosebumps appeared on her flesh, uncontrollably her hips rammed back against his crotch and urged his hands to find her pussy and quench the fire there.

Reed finds her slit wet and eagerly awaiting his fingers. As his fingers tease her rubbing and spreading her pussy lips, his crotch brutally assaults her from behind sending ripples of pleasure through her body. A finger slipped into her before she noticed - it took her over the edge. Shuddering wildly, her pussy contracted around Reed's finger milking it as wave after wave of her orgasm bathed her. "OOOOOHHHHH MMMMMMM..." she moaned continuously as he slowly finger fucked her. Soon, Reed added a second finger into her hungry cunt and matched pace with his grinding crotch. Tamara's mind was reeling; she needed his cock filling her ass NOW...

Pushing off with her hands, Tamara pushed back hard. Surprised he fell into the chair Tamara setting down on his lap hard sending a gasp and groan from his lips. Working quickly, Tamara had her jeans unbuttoned and were inching them down to her knees. Reed's fingers kept squishing inside her; her moans increased filling the area. "I want you now Tamara. Wanna fuck you sooo-" his words were interrupted by her hands tugging at his sweats. Using his free hand he assisted and soon his sweats and briefs were down past his hips. His fleshy hard cock sprang free and slapped against her smooth soft ass. 

"Fuck me Newbie. I want that dick in my ass now," She emphasized by rubbing her ass over his throbbing shaft feeling the warmth against her. Pulling out of her pussy - her hips pushed forward trying to get his fingers back in - Reed stood her up, spread her ass cheeks exposing that second tight hole, and rubbed his wet finger around the crack and pushing inside. 




Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 01



Author Notes:

The Perspectives Series was created as a study of how our perception of people and events is largely influenced by our point of view. As you read the distinct stories of these characters, and become more invested in their lives, your perception of them and their situations will likely change.

There are four novels in this collection, with the first volume being split into two distinct parts:

Volume One: Jess (Part One, Part Two)

Volume Two: Martin

Volume Three: Jill

Volume Four: Teresa

Together, these stories are about the intertwined journey of several ordinary people as they struggle through relationships, personal revelations, conflict, and unplanned life events. The characters are purely fictional, but familiar, nonetheless.

This was my first attempt at writing some years ago. My writing style has evolved somewhat since, as I've established a distinct style and cadence. Rather than rewriting these volumes, I've decided to just dust them off and release them as they were written. It's not my best work, but the stories are interesting enough, I think.

Categorizing these stories for Literotica has been difficult because they span everything from mild BDSM, to Exhibitionism/Voyeur; from Anal, to Erotic Couplings, and Romance. I've tried to place each story appropriately, as best I could. In addition, these volumes do not have to be read in any particular order, nor is it necessary to read all of them. They are standalone novels/novellas.

Perspectives Series: Jess - Part One is best described as very mild, amateur, BDSM. It is the story of how a young couple experiments with power exchange, and mild bondage to discover themselves, and develop a once-in-a-lifetime relationship. It is a love story.

Warning: Bondage, D/s play, anal, exhibitionism, swapping, brief F/F.

As always, I hope you enjoy these tales. Feel free to comment, and/or send feedback. And, thanks for all your support!

PART ONE

Prologue

"My name is Jessica. Most people call me Jessie."

"Jessie, it's nice to meet you."

"I'm a little nervous; I've never done this before. I'm not even sure why I'm here or what I want to get out of this. What...er, or where do we start?"

"Why don't you just start with what brought you here."

"Um, hmmmm, what brought me here? I know this sounds crazy, but I'm not sure. I mean, I didn't mean I'm crazy. You know, crazy like different."

"I understand what you mean. Just take a deep breath, sit back, and relax. Would you like some tea? I'm going to have some."

"That sounds good, actually."

"Are you from around here, Jessie?"

"No, I'm originally from the Dallas area. I moved here about 5 years ago."

"Really? Where about in Dallas?"

"Oh, I lived all over the place. I lived in Carrollton, off Greenville Avenue, and then on Skillman for awhile. I lived with a girlfriend out in Scurry for about 4 months. That was way out in the country. Then I moved to Mesquite for about a year or so. I last lived in the Flower Mound/Lewisville area. So, all over, really."

"My college roommate lives in Plano and my brother lives in Cleburne, outside of Fort Worth."

"I've been through Cleburne. Nice town. Have you been there?"

"No, I haven't. Our family functions are usually at our parent's house."

"Well, I assume you've been to Plano, then...right?"

"Oh, yeah. Right after college I visited Tina a lot. I considered moving there."

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know. I met someone here that I really liked, and decided to get married and stay."

"That's nice..."

"You look sad. Have you recently become separated from a loved one?"

"Yeah. Separated...really separated...miles apart, in fact. This isn't going to be easy for me to talk about. I've been having a hard time getting through the days without crying. Last Saturday I didn't even get out of bed. That's why I called your office on Monday. I think I may be depressed."

"Have you ever felt this way before?"

"No. Never, in fact."

"So, you haven't seen any other doctors for depression?"

"No."

"Are you presently taking any medications -- either for depression or for any other reason?"

"I'm on birth control, but that's it."

"Any illicit drug use?"

"No. Not since High School, anyway."

"Is your fear of depression why you called this office?"

"Yes, mostly."

"Before we get too far along, I want to be sure you understand my focus. What I'm getting at is, there are dozens of therapists in town that work with depression, specifically. Although I can certainly work with you and refer you if necessary, my specialty is sex therapy. It's perfectly fine either way; I just want to be sure we are clear as to what I do, so there aren't any misunderstandings. Are there other reasons for your wanting to talk to me?"

"Um...I, uh...yes."

"OK. There's no rush to jump to it. You'd be surprised how many people set up appointments and then freak out when they find out that they aren't talking to a Psychiatrist who can prescribe Prozac."

"Oh, no...I don't want to be on Prozac if I can help it."

"OK, well, back to depression...When you're lying in bed, how far down do your thoughts go? For example, do you think you'll find someone else? Do you blame yourself? Do you think about ending your own life? Where do your thoughts generally go when you are having your worst day?"

"I blame myself for a lot of things. I don't know...like that there is something wrong with me. I have some problems. I don't ever think of committing suicide or anything like that, but I really can't see myself with anyone else the rest of my life. These thoughts make me the saddest."

"Those thoughts would make most people sad. You're a young, attractive woman. What makes you think you won't find another partner?"

"I've sort of learned some things about myself that I don't understand, and I'm trying to get a grip on that. I also have some control issues, I think. And that makes it difficult for me to find the right guy."

"What kind of issues?"

"Well, I have absolutely NO desire to control other people and the absolute need to control everything about me. So, if you do something that affects my environment, it will bother me. I'm so extreme about it, and this is what is affecting me. On the other hand, I fantasize about giving over that control to someone else, and when I have in the past, the experience is life-changing. It's sort of this dichotomy. I don't know how to allow myself to give up this one need in order to achieve what I know is a better thing for me."

"I'm not following you."

"It's hard to explain because I don't understand it, myself. So...I've never been married and I've had a lot of relationships. They all start out great, you know. Awkward first date, second and third go better. The sex is good at first because it's new, and you are totally anticipating it before it happens. But then it becomes stale real fast. Not just the sex, but the whole thing. Something goes very wrong for me, even though there is no one thing I can point to that is bad. You know what I mean? He's a perfect gentleman, he says and does all the right things but something is missing. He doesn't challenge me in any way. He doesn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. I can go through this ritual with my eyes closed. Until recently, I thought every relationship was going to be this way.

"I think now that I was really looking for someone to take charge, and no one was willing to. At least not anyone I was dating. It's so easy to look right past the things that are most important and focus on the things that don't really matter. I used to think that stability, honesty, loyalty and stuff like that were important when really it was something more primal. Now I think we can boil this whole thing down to something way simpler. And it's funny; I can totally spot other submissives when I see them. It's not one thing, or a combination of specific behaviors, but more of a total look about them. But every one I have met is suppressing their tendency and it makes me sad.

"I don't know if I am sadder for them or for me. They have no idea what type of life is possible. I know. I guess what I'm getting at is that I need help trying to give up control. Do you think you can help me with that?"

"I'm not sure. Control is tricky. It's an illusion, really."

"Control is tricky, yeah, so I've heard."

"Maybe this isn't about control at all. You've given me a lot to digest. I want to key in on the label you've tagged yourself with, submissive in relation to control. You seem to relate the two concepts."

"Yeah..."

"In these fantasies you're referring to -- what control is taken from you in them? Is it your ability to move, speak, see, make decisions...help me understand what you don't control?"

"Ummm, well...decisions, I guess. I am not able to decide what happens to me next. Usually what I want to happen, happens; but I have to wait for it. Most of the time, it's that teasing that really sends me into a frenzy."

"So these are mostly sexual fantasies?"

"Starting out, they are, but then they evolve into an entire lifestyle."

"I want to explore that more later...let's get back to control. In your fantasy, the end result is the same...you get what you want, right?"

"Well, yeah. It's my fantasy, so in the end, I get what I want."

"And you have no role in that, whatsoever?"

"No, well, yes...I guess so. What do you mean?"

"Aren't you at least somewhat responsible for manipulating the situation so that the end result is pleasing to you?"

"Yes."

"So, in effect, you are actually controlling what happens to you, right? I mean, you probably very meticulously choose the characters in your fantasy...maybe faceless strangers, or someone you've seen in a magazine, and they do to you exactly what you want them to, while you maintain the illusion of having no control."

"This line of reasoning is great when we talk about fantasies, but what about real life?"

"Living out fantasies, you mean?"

"What if I were to tell you that I've lived this life, and it was better than any fantasy I had ever had?"

"I would say: Good for you, then what's the problem?"

"He's gone. And now I don't know how to get that feeling back, how to allow myself to be challenged again."

"Maybe you should tell me more about him. What is his name, for starters?"

"Simon. His name is Simon."

Chapter One

I first met Simon at a grocery store of all places. It was a very unlikely place to start for us. I stand barely over 5 feet tall, and I couldn't reach the artichoke hearts on the top shelf. This brand was apparently popular this particular week, and there were only a few left on the back of the shelf. It's one of the few times that being vertically-challenged will bother me. My back was to him as he reached over me and grabbed the jar I was trying so laboriously to reach.

He was a tall man, obviously; around 6 feet tall, with dirty blonde, wavy hair. He was athletically built and attractive, but not the sort you would find on the cover of a magazine. His most striking feature was his grayish-colored eyes. They weren't quite blue, but not hazel, either. They had a kindness about them.

I think I spoke first, feeling a little sheepish, and then thankful that he was there to rescue me. I stammered something barely audible, and tried to be a little amusing. I don't remember exactly what I said, probably something like, I was afraid my arm was going to stretch longer than the other one. It was a silly thing to say, but I was instantly attracted to this stranger, and so I was instantly nervous.

A tiny smirk curled the corners of his mouth in response to my attempt at humor. He held the artichokes in his hand, rolling the jar in his palm, not surrendering them immediately.

"What are you willing to give me for this item?"

The question was simple, I suppose, but shockingly flirtatious in a way, so I played along.

"My immediate answer is $1.89. I didn't come prepared to negotiate."

To this, he laughed out loud and placed the jar in my shopping cart. As quickly as he walked up, he strolled away. I stood there for a moment, not sure how to interpret this exchange. I'm pretty analytical so I could spend hours just mulling over a simple exchange like this one.

I thought that would be the last of my chance encounter with this stranger, but in the checkout line, he showed up again, standing behind me. Without a word, he reached into my cart, and pulled out a can of black olives. He quickly disappeared down to aisle 4 and returned with a different brand, placing it back into my cart.

"This one is better. Try it."

"Thanks. I will."

"I want to see you again, so I need your phone number."

I didn't even notice that he didn't ask, he just matter-of-fact told me. Without much hesitation, I blurted it out.

That was pretty out-of-character for me, because I don't usually accept dates with men I don't know. There's just too much to risk. Most of the time, I meet guys through mutual friendships. That time was different; something strange was beginning to come over me. I didn't know what it was at the time. I do now.

"My name is Simon, by the way. It is nice meeting you. I will call you tomorrow."

Chapter 2

I didn't think he would call. These things may happen to extremely attractive women, but they never happen to me. And especially not on a Tuesday at the grocery store.

I couldn't stop thinking about our exchange. How strange was it, that I just gave him my phone number like that? What is it about him that affected me right away?

In my mind, he went from being mildly attractive to the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. I couldn't begin to understand what had happened. I finally gave up on the mental twenty-questions I was playing with myself because he wasn't going to call, anyway.

He did call, nonetheless...on Wednesday just as he said he would. Our conversation was longer that time, but not terribly personal. I found out he was a Structural Engineer at a Design/Build firm in mid-town. I had no idea what he actually did, but I suspected he gave me the information so I could check it out for accuracy, and so I did. That gave me some comfort that I wasn't going out with some unemployed serial killer.

We made plans for dinner on Friday. Rather than meeting at the restaurant, he insisted on coming by my apartment and picking me up. That isn't a usual practice for me. I preferred to play it safe and drive my own vehicle. His voice, or the way he assumed control, just gave me the courage to waylay my fears. In fact, he never even mentioned where we were going. I was going on a lot of faith.

He arrived promptly at 7. He didn't come inside, but waited on the landing for me. After I locked the door, he reached past me and checked it to make sure it was closed all the way. I remember thinking that was such a caring gesture. Without hesitation, he wrapped both arms around me, gave me a kiss on the left cheek and a huge, lingering hug. It was one of those very comforting hugs you receive from old friends. It made me feel instantly at ease. Then he escorted me to his Volvo S40 by placing his hand on the small of my back and opening the car door for me.

Once inside, he checked my seatbelt. Not by asking me if it was on, but by sliding his hand toward my hip and pulling gently on the straps near the buckle.

All of his attentiveness was beginning to act like a drug on me. I couldn't recall the last time someone actually spent that much time focusing on me. In fact, I'm not sure any man ever has.

The conversation in the car was of nothing about work or anything trivial. He began by talking about a local event of recent media attention, delving into it with an understanding that I couldn't fathom. His observations of the morning news accounts were positively insightful. I felt inadequate as a conversationalist, and this was an area that I liked to pride myself in.

I wasn't just becoming aware of my own inadequacies; I was also beginning to realize that this was no ordinary man. Most men wouldn't notice if you changed your hair color to purple, but Simon paid attention.

At every turn in the road, I could feel myself searching both sides of the street trying to guess which place we might be going to. I know he noticed it, in fact, I think he noticed everything. He began to grin every time he turned, and I wondered if he wasn't going the long way around just to keep me guessing. He never told me where we were going and I never asked.

We arrived at a place I'd never been before. It was called Bluestem. I had never heard of it. The choices were limited and a bit confusing to me. After examining the menu for some time, Simon leaned toward me.

"I suggest the Striploin. It is exceptional."

I agreed to his suggestion and with that, he relieved me of my menu. He ordered for both of us, choosing an appetizer, a salad, and a delightful Cabernet that was perfect. That three course meal plus dessert was going to take us hours to complete. I wasn't expecting that type of commitment on the first date. This was very risky for him to commit to so much time on a first outing, I thought.

I've dated a few times, or maybe a few hundred times, but who's counting, and so I am quite skilled at steering the conversation on the first date to all about him. It has been my experience that the more men talk about themselves, the better my chances for a second date. And I so wanted a second date with Simon.

But he was mastering this conversation, and it was about me: my work, my habits, my friends, family, pets, interests. It was exhausting, and by the end of the night, I knew almost nothing about him. How did that happen? I wondered.

He walked me up to my door and swiftly kissed me on the cheek. There wasn't any nervous waiting to negotiate the good-night terms, as I put it. Simple and quick. He waited while I unlocked my door, and insisted on waiting there until I had completed a full safety check of my apartment.

His last words to me were, "I will call you tomorrow morning."

Chapter 3

Tomorrow came, and he called at 10:30am. I thought that was pretty early after a first date, but I wasn't complaining. It was Saturday, and he confessed that he already had plans to go to a party at a friend's house. I thought that would be the end of it, but then he said the most surprising thing.

"I'll pick you up at 8. This will be an excellent chance for you to meet some of my friends."

I was dying at the chance to find out more about this mystery gem I had stumbled on. I was sure to uncover some deep, dark secret that would ruin it for me, but it was better to find out then than later.

I'm not sure where the rest of the day went. It was a blur. I labored over what to wear and finally settled on a wrap-around blouse and skirt. I had to go out and buy the skirt. I barely ate anything all day. I was practically in a trance at the nail salon that I popped-in unexpectedly.

Simon was prompt in arrival again, and the same ritual was followed as the night before. The charm was still working for me, and I had to admit I was really starting to like the guy.

The party was a fair size by most standards. There were probably fifty people there, mingling about the living area of a very beautiful home in fashionable Mission Hills. There was a vast age range, of around 25 to 55. Mostly upper-middle class business people and artistic-types, mixed with an occasional workout junkie. Lots of couples, or dating singles, I wasn't sure.




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Simon introduced me to several people, and when I was comfortably talking with a couple of ladies, he excused himself to join a group of guys across the room. I noticed him watching me dutifully through the crowd and it made me feel very secure.

The ladies, however, had very little information. I pumped them for tidbits about Simon; who he dates, what he's like. They told me that he is a monogamous dater, meaning he only dates one woman at a time. That seemed promising. Other than that, the details were very vague. They said neither he, nor his previous dates, discussed their relationship openly, and so they had very little idea of why he hasn't settled down or what kind of lover he might be. I sensed that one of the girls, Teresa, was holding something back, but I couldn't be sure. Her manner was aloof, in general, so it was difficult to tell.

My disappointment in the lack of information must have shown because Simon was by my side again. This time he escorted me across the room where we could talk privately. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"So what have you learned about me so far?"

I giggled a little nervously from embarrassment, and just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, he pressed his lips to mine in what would be the deepest, most passionate kiss. His tongue was probing inside my mouth boldly and intrusively. His left arm supported my back while his right hand rested on my neck, holding my face to his. My knees literally failed me, and the sensation throughout my entire body was electrifying. I completely forgot there was a party going on around us. This was the kind of kiss one expects during extremely passionate lovemaking. It wasn't the usual kiss.

He pulled away slowly, remaining a few inches from my face and gazed into my eyes for what seemed like a very long time. He didn't say a word; he just looked into my eyes. I could feel my breath quicken. If he would have stared one minute more, I don't know what I would've done. The lack of food, the wine, and the kiss, were a little more than I had bargained for, and I thought I might just faint right then and there.

But just then, he stopped and sat me down on the loveseat behind us. He placed his arm around me and settled me into that comfortable spot in the crook of his arm.

"I guess I should start by telling you more about myself."

He talked very freely about his past relationships, his friends, family and interests. I listened intently, waiting to uncover some big secret, or inconsistency in his story, or some personality flaw. His most recent girlfriend was Sarah. It sounded like they just weren't a good match -- no big drama or anything. If he held anything back, it wasn't obvious. He had such an open way about him that it would be difficult not to trust him. I was relieved that there weren't any big skeletons in his closet. Oddly, I found myself wanting to please him.

Chapter 4

Just as on previous dates, Simon walked me to the door and waited until he knew I was safe. He kissed me again, this time on the lips, but I was disappointed that it was not the same deep kiss as back at the party. I was so aroused after he left, and my first impulse was to go get my vibrator, but something stopped me. The anticipation, while almost painful, was also very exciting, and I wanted to hold onto it for him. I hoped he wouldn't wait long.

Sunday morning he called again, right at 10:30am and told me he would pick me up around noon. He instructed me to wear a casual dress. Where are we going?

At first I thought it was presumptuous of him to think I had nothing going on, but I didn't want to argue, and besides, if I would've had plans, I would have canceled them. As I was getting ready for our date, I could feel my labia swelling and I wondered if he would notice my attentive nipples. He seemed to notice everything. I was already imagining what it would feel like for him to be inside me and I hadn't known him a week, yet. But I couldn't even think about it for very long without becoming so aroused I could hardly walk. I have to try and put that out of my mind for now.

I put on one of my favorite sundresses, coupled with a light sweater. The dress is a very flattering design with a floral print, and I've always thought it made me look especially feminine. I've been sort of a tomboy my whole life and have always preferred a comfortable pair of blue jeans and tee shirt, to dresses. But this guy made me feel very much like a girl, and so dressing up on this occasion felt more like my pleasure to do so, than fulfilling a request.

He took me to the Botanical Gardens where we spread a blanket and ate a light picnic lunch -- mostly fruit. It wasn't anything very fancy, but the thoughtfulness and romantic nature of it was working on me. I had a hard time hiding the fact that I was aroused, and I'm sure he noticed. Our conversations were becoming easier and less rehearsed, as they sometimes feel on dates. We had a lot in common in our thoughts and views, and I could really feel us becoming friends.

The day was beautiful and warm, and many people were about, strolling the grounds, anxious to be out of doors after the long winter. The nearest walkway was about 20 yards away from our blanket. This sidewalk connected the main house and restaurant with a nice walkway through the blooming azaleas. Most people didn't give us much notice. There were other picnickers, and so many more interesting things to look at in the gardens surrounding the lawns.

It seemed that we had a lot more in common than we knew. We discovered that we both had lived in Dallas. We didn't know any of the same people, but we could relate to late nights and early mornings in Deep Ellum, favorite restaurants along lower Greenville Avenue and of course, Campisi's. We share a love for Texans that you can only have if you've lived there. I found myself talking about my desire to move back there and raise a family, before I even realized what implications that might have on our relationship. He didn't react much to my confession, but I sensed that he shared the same vision.

Our conversation broke long enough for us to breathe deeply the aroma, and feel the sun on our faces. I remember letting my head tilt back to face the sun with my eyes closed, and then without provocation or warning, I felt a touch on my breast. It startled me a bit and made me feel a little uncomfortable. After all, we were in public. I was propped on my elbows so my immediate reaction of brushing it away was not possible. I looked quickly around to the passers-by but no one seemed to notice. His hand lingered there as my eyes shot toward his. He caressed for just another moment while looking directly at me and then he withdrew his hand. My nipples were now very noticeably at attention. I thought I would feel embarrassed, but instead I was more aroused than ever. True, it made me feel uncomfortable, but that was somehow fueling my arousal.

We left shortly after that. On the way home, he produced a gift from the backseat of the car. I hadn't noticed it there before. It was a plain box in a department store bag. He asked me to open it later.

I was again disappointed to receive the standard kiss on the lips on my doorstep. I knew there was a lot more passion there and so I couldn't imagine why he was holding back. The suspense was positively sublime. Once again, I decided to harness that energy I felt inside rather than giving in. It was a little easier with my diversion -- a present. I eagerly opened it to find a simple white blouse. It's the kind of wardrobe staple every woman should have. I couldn't imagine the significance.

Simon called me at work the next day. I was relieved. The work day was heading from bad to worse, and I desperately needed a diversion. I swear he could hear it in my voice. We seemed to have that kind of connection. His words were very reassuring, he told me not to worry; that I wouldn't have to make a single decision after work. There was just something so calming about his words.

He instructed me to put on that new blouse he bought for me along with the skirt I wore on our first date. I had to think about it for a moment; I barely remembered what I wore. It was a blue skirt that came just above my knee. Nothing very fancy, I thought. He had one last instruction...I wasn't allowed to wear any undergarments: no bra, no camisole, no panties or hosiery. I think I held my breath as I agreed to do so over the phone. This is going to be the night, I can feel it. It wouldn't be a moment too soon, either. I didn't know how much more delicious suspense I could take.

I raced home after work and put on the clothes he requested. The material in the blouse was sheerer than I had planned and it was possible in brighter light to see my areolas through the blouse. I wanted to disobey his wishes and go put something on underneath, but I was afraid the evening wouldn't turn out as I had planned. If I don't get laid soon, I might start slaying small animals in the street -- I swear. I felt that sexually tense.

I obeyed his wishes and wore exactly what he told me to wear, while I secretly wished for a dark restaurant.

This time upon arrival, Simon entered my apartment. His smile lit up his entire face as he told me how beautiful I looked, and how sexy. He leaned in and very sensuously kissed me. His probing tongue was almost more than I could handle, and the throbbing between my thighs was painful. He quickly retreated though and told me that we had to hurry because we had reservations. Reservations?! That meant one immutable truth -- a crowd! My nervousness managed to grow as he expertly maneuvered the vehicle through traffic, toward God knows where. Please, please, please let it be a dark restaurant.

I would not get my wish. The Oak Room was a very lively, bright restaurant. We were seated at a booth, but rather than sitting next to me, as he had done on our previous dine-out occasion, he sat across from me. I suspect it was to get a better view of my erect nipples through that sheer white blouse. He quickly ordered wine for both of us and the warm liquid had a welcome, relaxing affect on me. He also ordered my food for me without asking. This was becoming a ritual that I enjoyed -- no decisions after a long day of endless decisions at work.

We were just having our normal conversation before our food arrived, until he leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"You really look beautiful tonight. Unfasten another button for me, won't you?"

Now I just knew he could tell this was making me uncomfortable, and he could also see, quite obviously through the blouse, that it was exciting me. I unbuttoned as he wished. This forced me to sit back. The gap in the opening would surely render my breasts completely exposed if I slumped even slightly forward, so in order to maintain my last bit of dignity, I pressed my shoulders to the back of the seat. He was pleased at my new posture and never stopped smiling throughout the rest of dinner. Every time someone took a second glance, I noticed immediately and my self-conscious response seemed to make Simon's smile widen.

Back at home, Simon entered my apartment and performed the security inspection, himself. We had purchased a bottle of wine on the way home, and I was in the kitchen opening it when he had finished his inspection. He stood close behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. He was extremely skilled at it, and I thought I must remember to ask him where he learned to massage so well. But not now...I don't want to ruin the mood.

His hands ran down my arms and the movement pulled apart the blouse enough to expose my breasts. He slid his hands forward and finished unbuttoning the blouse as he continued pressing his body against my back. The blouse fell off my shoulders but remained wedged between our bodies, hanging on only by the sleeves.

He continued massaging my neck, my shoulders, arms and back. I realized that there were open curtains in front of me, and I sensed that increased the pleasure for him. My apartment was on the second floor and I didn't know any of my neighbors, but the mental picture of how this would look from a voyeur's standpoint was intriguing to me. I was quickly reminded that I wasn't wearing panties by the wetness beginning to run down my thighs. Oh, God! Could I be that wet?

His hands found their way to my hard nipples and he alternated from caressing to tweaking them. My breathing was shallow and bated. I started to tremble and I couldn't tell if it was because I was nervous or about to cum. I wanted him so badly I could cry. He ran his hand over mine and had to pry it off the edge of the counter. As he rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, he led my hand to the glass of wine in front of me. I had a hard time swallowing that sip of wine. My throat was so constricted and dry. The break helped me to gain some composure and he started talking. This time it was like before -- it was about ordinary stuff: the events of the day, his friend's new house, new tires for the S40. He turned me to face him and then he leaned back against the refrigerator a couple of feet away. I forgot that my blouse was still hanging on by the cuffs, and that I was completely exposed from the waist, up. It was the most natural thing in the world, but not sexual at all. This is heading in the wrong direction!

I tried to step closer to him, to press my naked upper body against him, but he patiently guided me back to the counter. He was neither pushing me away, nor was he pulling me near. I was so confused.

The last thing he said to me before exiting was very memorable, though.

"Thank you for your patience. I need you to hold on for just one more day, can you do that for me?"

He took my face into his hands and looked into my eyes. I knew exactly what he meant. Shit!

Chapter 5

Exactly as requested, I behaved myself and did not relieve the pressure building up inside of me. The tenseness caused me to snap at two of the Account Reps in the office for being complete idiots. I couldn't begin to explain my emotional roller coaster.

Simon called to let me know that he would be bringing dinner over with him. I was delighted to hear we would be dining-in because I had been having improper thoughts about him all day. On the other hand, this is really going to be the night, isn't it? Suddenly I felt very light-headed.

He arrived early, around 6:45pm with Thai takeout. The butterflies in my stomach prevented me from eating very much. After he finished his plate, he leaned forward and kissed me gently, but expertly. His kisses were perfect -- gentle but commanding in a way that made me weak. As he was gathering the empty containers and plates, he asked me to go into my bedroom and wait for him. More accurately, he instructed me to do so.

I sat down on my bed and my mind started racing. Should I undress or stay dressed, turn off the lamp, keep it on, lie down, sit up? I wanted to get it right but I was so nervous or anxious...or something. He appeared in the doorway a moment later.

"I was hoping you hadn't started undressing without me."

Whew!

"I want you to slowly take off your clothing."

I immediately felt uncomfortable and vulnerable, but I never once considered not complying. In fact, I was getting even more aroused by his tone.

When I leaned down to remove my shoes, he disappeared for a moment into my closet. He produced a scarf that had been hanging on a belt rack. Simon never took his eyes off of me while I undressed.

Soon I was completely naked and feeling a little unsure of myself, sitting on the edge of my bed. He walked up to me, parting my knees with his legs and cupped my face in his hands. Ever so gently, he began kissing my lips, each cheek, my eyelids, and forehead. He then moved to my earlobes and neck. My eyes closed and I relaxed back onto the bed. I had anticipated and fantasized about being with him, it felt like I was dreaming.

Every inch of my skin was super-sensitive to his touch. I was starting to tremble slightly with anticipation. I know that if I purposefully tried to breathe that shallow again, there is no way I could stay conscious; there were times when I think I stopped breathing, entirely.

Simon lifted my arms above my head and ran his hands up my arms toward my wrists. He gently caressed my hands and wrists and then slipped one end of the scarf over my left hand first and then my right. In moments, my upper limbs were bound together. He moved me fully onto the bed so my legs were no longer dangling off the side, and then he stepped back for a moment as if to contemplate his work of art.

He leaned in and gently pressed his hands on my inner thighs until my legs parted. Running his hands down toward my knees, he pulled my thighs even farther apart and upward so that my knees were bent. I was now completely exposed and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very pleased.

Again, he stepped back to admire the view.

"You have never looked so beautiful, Jess. You really are stunning! Don't move."

He reached into his pocket and produced his cell phone. He drew it closer to my sex and I finally realized what he was going to do. He was taking a picture of me: a close-up of my wet, exposed flesh.

I've never allowed anyone to take photographs of me naked and I wanted to protest, but I couldn't speak. In fact, I could hardly breathe. The anticipation of this moment had brought me so close to orgasm. I just knew the next time he touched me, it would all be over for me.

He pocketed the cell phone and leaned down until I could feel his warm breath caressing my gaping slit. His tongue was like an electric shock when it finally touched me. First, he slowly circled my swollen clit and then he brushed by it, playfully. One moment his tongue was soft and warm, and the next, it was hard and forceful. Those beautiful gray eyes looked into mine while he continued to work my clit with his tongue and lips. At last, he wrapped his lips completely around it and I could feel the sensation rushing through my body, down my spine and right out between my legs. My back arched and then my entire body began to spasm. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life.

He rolled me onto my side, rubbing my back and caressing my thighs and buttocks. It was only then that I noticed that he was still completely dressed. I sat up, and with my bound wrists, I began to unbuckle his belt. He grabbed my hands and laid me back onto the bed, wrists overhead. I couldn't help it, I began pleading.

"Please, PLEASE...I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything?" He asked.

"Oh, I swear...ANYTHING!"

I couldn't believe this was coming from my mouth. For a moment it was like I was outside my body looking back at a figure I didn't recognize. It sounded somewhat like my voice, but these words weren't ones I had used ever in my life.

He froze and looked into my eyes. With a very earnest expression, he stared at me for what seemed like a lifetime. The piercing intensity of his gaze made me tremble, and I knew he considered what I said very seriously.

His whisper cut through the silence like a razor.

"We'll see about that."

Chapter 6

I was disappointed when Simon told me that he had a client dinner Wednesday evening and wouldn't be able to see me. He had left me in such a vulnerable state the night before. His last words before climbing out of bed sent chills down my spine.

For the first time I began to think about where the relationship was going. I mean, this wasn't the usual dating situation for me, and I was just starting to realize I wasn't in control....at all. I couldn't imagine what was next. The thoughts that raced through my mind scared the hell out of me one second, and then in the next, they aroused me. I couldn't remember ever feeling so alive.




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Colors seemed more brilliant, my lunchtime deli sandwich that I'd been ordering for the past two years somehow tasted better. Everyone in the office was friendlier. I had a whole different perspective about everything. It felt like someone just gave me 20/20 vision after being near-sighted for a very long time.

My apartment felt very empty that evening and I was lonely -- not just alone, but really lonely. I didn't know what to do with myself and so I spent a long time just sitting and staring at the television thinking about Simon.

During commercials I would shut my eyes to more clearly conjure up an image of his face. I could feel his stare stripping me down until I felt completely exposed to him. In this most vulnerable state, was where I kept daring myself to go. It was as close to addiction as I'd ever been. So absolutely consumed by the thought of surrendering to him, I could think of little else.

When my phone rang late Wednesday night, I jumped up to get it. I was hungry for his voice and I longed to see him. I could tell from his tone that he was exhausted.

"Hello."

~Hey, sweetie, how are you?

"I'm OK. How are you?"

~It was a long day for me. Did you miss me?

"More than I can express." I had to confess.

~I've missed you, too. Tomorrow I have to work late, but I'll be over around 9 to tuck you into bed.

"Uh, OK."

~Do you have other plans?

"NO, not at all. Tomorrow night will be perfect."

~OK. I'll see you then.

It wasn't perfect. It was a disaster, but I was afraid he was going to change his mind if I complained about it. After all, it isn't like he can just change his whole work life just so he can spend all his time with me.

My mind kept wandering at work; I couldn't think of anything except him all day long. Nine O'clock couldn't come quick enough for me.

The wait was worth the greeting. He let himself in the front door, ran up to me and picked me up into his arms. We kissed, and hugged, and laughed, and talked. Like old friends getting together for the first time in years. Could that much have happened in one day? I was giddy with excitement, and all the crazy fears I had in my head were gone. What is a normal relationship anyway?

Simon left that night with nothing more than a long, goodnight kiss at the door. The sexual break was good for me because it gave me some evidence of what I wanted to believe: this wasn't just a casual fling.

The weekend was approaching and that meant no work, no distractions, nothing but Simon. How I longed to be lost in his world.

Chapter 7

Thank God it's Friday. My cell phone alerted me to a text message. It was from Simon. He didn't usually text me but I was excited nonetheless to hear from him. The text read: White blouse, short skirt of your choice, heels, and nothing else. 7 pm.

Game on. I could feel the dull throbbing between my thighs again. His instructions had such an effect on me. Just then, unexpectedly, my phone rang.

"I was just thinking about you", I teased.

~I'm looking at a picture of you right now.

I'd almost forgotten about the picture -- he only had one of me. I felt my cheeks begin to flush as I pictured him staring at my pussy on his laptop in his office. Full-blown, blushing red and wet, right there on a flat screen in corporate mid-town. I could picture his piercing eyes and the growing hard-on in his pants.

~I can't wait to see you tonight, baby. Don't forget.

Long after I hung up the phone I could still hear his husky voice. I don't know where the next two hours went, but at around 3, I just gave up and went home. I couldn't stand the agony in the office. At least at home I could pace back and forth, clean the house, and run laps around the coffee table -- something to relieve the tension. In my office I just felt like a caged animal.

At 7pm, Simon walked in. He looked particularly handsome in a navy blue button-down and blue jeans. His kiss was passionate, and it was obvious that he missed me during the day as much as I missed him. His hand immediately slipped into my blouse and cupped my breast. I gasped. Not so much because it was shocking or unexpected, but because it was just so familiar and felt so right...and because I nearly came.

We went back to Bluestem for dinner. It felt good to go somewhere both familiar and particularly ours. This was, after all, the site of our first date, and exactly one week later. It seemed odd to me that it had only been one week. It felt like a month, or a year.

I was strangely comfortable wearing my white blouse with no bra. I didn't think much about it, even when I took notice of the stares. Simon sat close beside me and ordered the same food lineup for both of us as before. He never seemed to take his eyes off me and when he slipped his hand into my blouse at the table, I didn't seem to notice at first. Our waiter, Jim returned with our wine and coughed nervously when Simon failed to remove his hand from my blouse, and continued to caress me in front of him. I couldn't make eye contact with Jim, I was just too embarrassed. I tried to cover Simon's hand with my arm but this made Simon even more determined. His hand was in plain sight of anyone passing by. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I felt hot all over.

Simon withdrew his hand from my blouse. As quickly as it began, it was over. Our food soon arrived and we continued normally, except that I felt a sense of urgency. The embarrassment really intensified my arousal, and I couldn't eat my meal fast enough.

Just before entering the apartment, I felt almost panicked. Should I try to undress him again? Should I undress myself? My head was spinning.

"Just relax, baby. I'll take care of everything."

I couldn't imagine how he could tell what I was feeling. Or maybe he just got lucky. Either way, his soothing words were instantly comforting and I could feel myself relax at the thought of him taking charge.

Simon sat down on the sofa and smiled a little wicked grin.

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to do something for me."

"Well, you've never been shy before...out with it...what do you want?" I asked playfully.

"I want you to dance for me."

"Dance? Are you kidding me?"

He stopped smiling. "No."

"Okay."

I could feel myself get tense. Clearly I didn't understand the request because I wasn't dancing there long before he said, "Strip off your clothes."

I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. I think the nervousness was getting the better of me. He wasn't amused and when all my clothes were lying on the floor, he pulled me onto his lap and began vigorously massaging my breasts. Simon had never been even the least bit aggressive with me, and it started to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Unbutton my jeans...Now pull out my cock."

This was the first time I'd actually seen him exposed. It was nice. Not too huge, not too small. It was more slender and long than bulky and wide. And it was hard, and erect. He watched me examine it with my eyes. He then placed his hand on my neck like he had several times before when he kissed me, but this time he directed my face to his lap. I began licking and kissing his head but that wasn't what he wanted. He held his hard dick with one hand toward my mouth, and grabbed my hair with his other hand. He then more forcefully applied pressure, until his cock was sinking deep into my mouth, and down my throat. I found it difficult not to gag.

He pulled me back away by my hair and tilted my face upward until we were looking directly at one another. His stern gaze told me what I needed to know. Don't question, and always take him seriously, or there will be consequences.

He released my hair and smiled. I read his suggestion and began sliding my hands up and down his hard shaft. I attacked the head of his cock with my mouth and tongue as if I was starving and this was the only food available. I was whipping myself into a frenzy of stroking and sucking; I hardly noticed when Simon laid his head back on the sofa and began to moan. His hips were moving with the motion, and it was obvious he was close to exploding.

He came partly in my mouth, and partly on my cheek and chin. I wore his cum proudly, as I felt completely victorious, and very near to orgasm, myself. I wiped my chin clean with my finger -- scooping all the cum inside my mouth. I continued my housekeeping by licking every drop from the head of his penis, and sucking every remnant from my own fingers. Simon watched me intently as though inspecting my work, and this made me try even harder.

He assisted me onto my feet and caressed my knees lovingly, first with his hands and then with his kisses. I began to tremble with anticipation. He was so close to my extremely wet pussy. My scent must've been strong from where he was sitting and the wetness obvious as even my thighs were soaked. I wanted so much for him to please me again, and I couldn't have been more obvious about it.

He gently placed his hands on my waist and stood up. He was still partly stiff but not hard like before. He moved his hands to my shoulders, rubbing them and caressing my neck. All the while, he was looking into my eyes in quiet deliberation. His hands began to apply pressure onto my shoulders, queuing me to kneel. I did so swiftly and obediently. He touched my inner thighs with his feet, and in doing so, I spread my knees as far apart as I could get them. Touching my upper arms with gentle pressure guided them to rest behind my back with my wrists crossing behind me. My head tilted back to look at him.

It was at this moment that it happened. I let all the stresses of the outside world go. Nothing mattered outside of that room, and there was no reason to be afraid or ashamed of anything, anymore. My mind was free of doubt and guilt; I can only describe the feeling as being intensely, utterly and unconditionally at peace. I was completely surrendering to him.

As he watched me in silence, he must've understood my transformation. His dick began to grow harder, and his breathing was heavy. His mouth must've gone dry as I could see him struggling to swallow while his chest heaved. I'd never seen him quite like that and the sight was almost more than I could bear. He became more intensely aroused as he gazed down at me in silence.

My mind cleared, and I didn't wonder what was next or question or even hope. I just waited there. I only wanted to please him. To return this gift of completeness he had given me.

Simon lifted me to my feet and held me close to him. He stroked my hair for a moment, and gently kissed my forehead. This is just the beginning.

Chapter 8

Simon and I walked into the bedroom as though we were completing some ritualistic act. It felt a lot like we were walking down the aisle toward an altar with sincere reverence. Simon finished undressing and exhibited a half-smile when he noticed my scarf on top of my nightstand. It was a reminder to me of a very wonderful night in that very room. He snatched it up, and before he could say anything, I just instinctively placed my arms above my head. He tied me to the bed this time and ran his hands down to my chest. He first dragged every finger across my hard nipples, and then flicked them with his tongue: Back and forth, rotating between them.

He then sat back and began stroking his hard-on while he stared at my moist, hard nipples. He was engorged, and I wanted to take him into my mouth. I'm not usually that anxious to give head but something had changed in me and I wanted to just please him in whatever way he wanted. I feared that he might just finish the job himself and leave me there in agonizing pain but he didn't.

He slid between my legs on the bed. The suspense was killing me, and I wanted to just move my hips to force him inside me, but the restraints stopped me. His wicked little grin gave him away. It was apparent that he was enjoying the teasing even more than I was.

"Please?" I whispered in a barely-audible, husky voice.

"I didn't hear you", he teased.

"Please?!"

He chuckled for a couple of moments. "Please what?"

I'm actually pretty comfortable using somewhat lewd language. Maybe it's because I'd grown up and worked around men my entire life. My girlfriends would go as far as to call me vulgar. But it's an entirely different story when the situation is intimate. I'd always had a little problem talking dirty in bed.

I squirmed a bit before answering.

"Please make love to me."

His quizzical expression made me instantly realize that I had chosen the wrong words.

"Make love to you? Are you sure that's what you want? I think you want something a bit different."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Fuck me."

"You forgot to say the magic word."

"I'm sorry. Please fuck me?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure. Please, please...fuck me!"

In one swift motion, he slid inside me. It wasn't difficult to do -- I was incredibly wet and very ready to receive him. I gasped, and with his next thrust, began my journey to an orgasm. He only pumped a couple more times and I was there. He wasn't finished, however, and continued to drive harder and faster. His eyes never left mine, and his constant stare made me feel very vulnerable. I didn't think it would be possible, but I came a second time before he finally came.

My arms were aching from the overhead position but I didn't care. I laid there breathing hard, spent and exhausted. Simon released me from the bed but left the scarf tied around my left wrist.

That was the first night that Simon slept over.

Waking up in the morning in his arms was heavenly, and I didn't want to get out of bed. I secretly hoped he would tie me up and keep me here in his safe, secret world all day.

I wasn't awake long when I realized that nature was calling -- right on time as usual. I began to slip out of the sheets when his hand grabbed my wrist and squeezed it, holding me in place.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just running to the bathroom, babe."

His grip remained tight but he didn't say anything, he just laid there with his eyes closed like he was asleep.

"May I please go to the bathroom?"

With that, he let go of my wrist.

At work, and in my personal life, I am the boss. I've always been a natural leader and my strong-willed, sharp business sense coupled with my quick wit has always rendered me in positions of influence. I make a thousand decisions daily, and direct the business that affects multi-million-dollar deals.

So, where is this coming from? How can it be acceptable for me to have to ask to use my own bathroom? It wasn't only acceptable that he demanded that of me, I would have been disappointed if he hadn't.

There were so many questions, and no answers. It was just too complicated to think about that early in the morning, on a Saturday.

When I returned, Simon was lying on his back, awake. I snuggled in next to him, under his arm, and began kissing his neck. He didn't move and made no indication that this was pleasing to him. In fact, he seemed to not notice -- he was deep in thought, staring at the ceiling. In past relationships, this is where I would turn on the female wiles and pout. I didn't dare do that with Simon.

He finally rolled onto his side and looked me directly in the eyes. He just stared at me for a long time. At first, I feared he was upset about my oversight earlier. Surely he would give a rookie a break; this was all so new to me. But then I realized that wasn't it at all. His stare had an amazing way of bringing me back to our special place -- one not connected with reality for me.

He began stroking my face, and his gentleness sent a warmth through my body. I felt like I had the night before on the floor, completely at his mercy. He smiled and looking into my eyes, he gently whispered, "I know."

I can't describe the vulnerability I felt, the absolute intimacy we shared. I can only guess that's why I said what I did.

"Do you know that I would do anything for you?"

With a quiet confidence, he answered simply, "Yes."

My wish was going to come true. Simon once again tethered me to the bed. The excitement was beginning to build inside me, when he got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. I waited and listened. Several moments later, the shower started running.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Simon was dressed, wearing all of his clothes. He must've taken them in there with him without my noticing. I was confused and a little shocked. What is happening?

"I've got to run a couple of errands, but I'll bring you breakfast first. Would you like a bagel?"

"Um...sure."

He pecked me on the cheek and left the apartment swiftly. I was left stunned at what just happened. At first the silence was deafening, and then I started to relax and allow my senses to absorb the surroundings.

It's amazing how much you hear when you are lying perfectly still. The wind outside was blowing gently; I could hear the glass of the window shake slightly as it gusted past. Barely audible was the sound of a television or a radio -- I couldn't tell which. The birds chirped outside, several different tunes, but I couldn't identify the species. What is that squeaking noise? Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...sounds like a ceiling fan, maybe. Must be from the downstairs apartment. Silence...squeak, squeak, squeak...silence, squeak, silence...what could that be? I pondered it for probably 5 minutes before I figured out that it must be a hamster or a gerbil on one of those wheels. Do gerbils still exist? How many years since I've seen a gerbil? Do the people downstairs really own a rodent? I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. Unfortunately, it sauntered right down Office Avenue. I was replaying in my mind a conference call I had on Friday when I was yanked back to my bedroom by the sound of a click at the front door. For a brief moment, I felt terrified. What if it isn't Simon? I held my breath.

A moment later, Simon popped his head in the door to show me it was him and hold up a bag from the store. I released my breath. I could hear him in the kitchen. I wish I would've had a chance to clean better. I could hear him rifling through the drawers. I finally came to the conclusion that if that was going to be the one thing that humiliated me most that day, then that would be a real feat.

Simon assisted me in eating breakfast while tied-up. I assumed he would untie me and that would be the end of the game, but I was wrong. Dead wrong.

It was kind of fun and romantic eating bagels in bed together. Simon began to talk about how he needed to go to his house and get a few things, run by the store, and get the oil changed in the Volvo. I became aware that there was no we in his list of errands, only I. I started to feel a little panicky inside. I've never had a very good poker face, and so I know my widening eyes were a clear sign of my disapproval of this plan.

He read my face perfectly. With a very smug expression on his face, he leaned close to my ear and spoke.

"You said you would do anything for me."

I held my breath for a moment. It's true, I did say that but I meant anything, you-know, sexual. And I said it in the heat of passion and um...I don't know... I was running out of excuses in my head. It didn't matter, because he wasn't looking for a response. He left before I could form the objection.

I looked at the bedside clock. It read 10:30.

I laid there and thought about work for awhile, and then I tried to figure out what was on the neighbor's television. It was no use, the sound was too faint. I decided to play a game to occupy my mind: Name species of birds starting with "A" all the way to "Z". Albatross, Bluebird, Canary, Dodo, Egret, Finch, Goldfinch...or is that the same as Finch? Um, OK...goose, hummingbird, I, what begins with I? I can't think of anything. Oh, this is ridiculous.




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The sounds of the birds were amusing for a little while, then they began to annoy me...and would that STUPID rodent please SHUT UP and GO TO SLEEP?! I became aware of the dull throbbing in my lower back. I don't think you're supposed to lie like this all day long. How long has it been...11:03....SHIT! Only 30 minutes.

I decided that I needed to do something about my back, so I rolled over onto my side. Ah, that feels much better.

I suddenly woke up when I nearly pulled a muscle trying to put my arm by my side. Roll over...clock...1:14pm. I started to whine to myself. Click-click...the door. His car must've been what woke me. I was giddy with excitement. I couldn't wait to see him...Simon, Simon, Simon...please be Simon. Not only did I have to go to the bathroom, but I was thirsty, and aching, and I hated to admit it, but lonely without him.

He appeared in the doorway, smiling. My entire face lit up and I struggled to free myself. He laughed out loud and then jumped into bed playfully. He quickly untied me. I started to jump up to the restroom but quickly remembered to ask his permission first. He naturally allowed me to go, and I returned to a completely nude Simon on my bed.

"Oh, this is a nice surprise!" I gushed.

I stood there waiting for his instruction. I didn't want to do anything wrong.

"Come here beside me and lay on the bed, face down."

I obeyed. He began rubbing my back and upper arms and shoulders. I really needed the attention. My muscles didn't like being tied up like that.

Occasionally, I could feel his semi-hard penis rubbing against my back and buttocks and I started to get turned-on. He produced some oil and continued massaging my back very slowly and deliberately. I could feel his dick growing harder, and I started to breathe heavier, as I always do when becoming aroused. His massages started going lower to my buttocks and upper thighs. He parted my legs and teased my pussy with his fingers to let me know that he could. I started to moan and thrust my hips a little into the sheets. I could feel the swelling begin, followed by the wetness.

Just to make sure, he ran his fingers down my buttocks and slid them into my pussy. They glided very easily in and out.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Yes, what?"

I knew I had one chance to overcome my silly discomfort and get this right.

"Yes, your fingers feel good inside my pussy."

"Mmmm, nice!"

I started bucking harder. I really wanted more, and I was hoping he would ask. He withdrew his fingers and I held my breath. I felt a cold sensation of liquid being poured onto my buttocks -- more oil. He massaged both sides of my ass and then pulled my cheeks apart to expose my hole. I could feel the oil running down to the opening.

This has always been off limits. I had managed to remain a virgin back there and I really liked it that way. I lay very still, hoping he would move on. Instead, he began massaging the sensitive ring with his fingers. I instantly tensed-up, and I could feel my body start to break into a cold sweat. I didn't know what to do, my breathing started to quicken, and my pulse was racing.

Simon rolled me onto my back. His cock was rock hard. It was obvious what it would take to please him, and this was his way of showing me what I needed to be prepared to do. What anything might mean. He was teaching me.

He entered my pussy swiftly and fucked me hard, thrusting faster and faster. He was so deep inside, I started to squeal. He pulled out and turned me onto my hands and knees and entered from behind. His intensity built and my entire body started to tremble, almost uncontrollably. He made a deep animal-like noise when he came, and withdrew almost immediately afterward. I hadn't even caught my breath when he spoke.

"Go take a shower and get dressed, babe. I brought us some lunch and I'm sure you are ready to get out of here, aren't you?"

I couldn't even respond.

Chapter 9

The rest of that day was pretty normal, really. We ate lunch, ran to the grocery store, talked about dinner, the weather, the houses we passed, all kinds of random stuff like that. If you would have passed us on the street, you would have sworn that we were a married couple. I felt so at ease with him. I could tell him anything about me, say anything at all, and he would embrace it without judgment.

Before retiring to the safe haven of my apartment, we walked through the complex and down the street, around the block and back. It felt good to get out for awhile. Spring was just starting to settle in and I was so tired of winter. The weatherman was promising cooler weather for the rest of the week though, and so we thought we'd better get out while it was nice.

I liked the feeling of walking into the apartment with him. I could get used to this. We got into a little water fight in the kitchen after I accidentally splashed him with the condensation from a glass of ice. That ended in him body-slamming me onto the sofa. After recovering from the laughter, Simon leaned in to kiss me. His kisses were gentle at first, but then began to build in intensity. He slipped his hands under my shirt and slid my top over my head. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. It was customary for me to go braless on the weekends.

Simon proceeded to take off my jeans. I wasn't wearing any panties, either. This was not customary for me, but was something I did to please him. I looked in his eyes for approval. He smiled and pressed his body against mine.

"I like that. I would like that all the time from now on."

I just nodded.

We laid there for a long time, kissing and talking. He remained fully dressed and I, undressed. Finally it was time to eat dinner. Simon got up, walked into the kitchen and started pulling out the groceries we bought, poured us some wine, and started making dinner. It wasn't the romantic scene you picture of a gourmet cook, whipping up a recipe from scratch or anything like that. He put the frozen lasagna in the oven and mixed the salad while I sat on the sofa, completely nude.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Nope. All under control."

We ate dinner at the dining table. It felt strange sitting at a dining table with no clothes on. Simon seemed in a particularly good mood and smiled throughout dinner. By the time we walked into the bedroom to go to sleep, I was starting to feel comfortable being nude. I didn't usually wander about the place without clothes, so that was pretty much my first exposure to feeling comfortable in my own skin.

That evening, and well into the morning, Simon made love to me. It was the first time for us. It seemed the more I began to understand myself, and the more I loved myself, the more I felt for Simon. I don't know how it was connected, but it was.

Sunday is a depressing day because it is the day before Monday. That meant that Simon would go back to his world, and to work, and so would I. I wanted to be a good companion, but I felt weepy and sad. Simon didn't ask me what was wrong; he didn't have to. He didn't put up with it for very long, either. I'd say I got to sulk for about 5 minutes in bed in the morning. He wasn't angry or displeased exactly. He didn't act put-out, he just matter-of-factly began training.

Simon instructed me to roll over on my stomach, and then told me to get on my elbows and knees. He had me scoot up toward the headboard and then tied me to it. He left the bedroom and I could hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. He appeared with an extension cord and the cord for the electric griddle. Each knee was tethered to the side board with one of those cords. The cords weren't very long and so my knees were spread wide apart.

Simon stood there for a few minutes looking at me from behind. He massaged my rump firmly and for a moment I thought he might spank it. He didn't do anything or say anything. He left the bedroom and I could hear him turn on the television. He changed the stations until he settled on a soccer game.

I stayed in that position for several hours, I think. I don't know how long soccer games are, and I couldn't see the clock, so I have no real idea. I could hear Simon's heavy, steady breathing at some point, and so I know he napped for some of it.

I was pretty irritated at first. I was already in a bad mood and my situation wasn't helping at all. I screamed loudly in my head, cussing under my breath, and grinding my teeth. I tried to pull the headboard enough to bang it against the wall, but I couldn't. I think you could describe what was happening as a temper tantrum. I continued that for awhile, and then I started to feel sorry for myself and began whining in my head. I wanted to whimper out loud, and I almost let one out, but thought the better of it. This went on for over an hour at least.

It is incredibly tiring to carry on like that. I don't know how long it took, but eventually I just gave in. I quit feeling mad, sad, sorry, and sulky. I cleared my mind of all the bad thoughts, and I began to imagine what I looked like from behind. Every sensitive opening was in plain view. I closed my eyes and visualized Simon's face the night before, when he rolled me over after pouring oil on me and massaging my anal opening. He was so hard, and his eyes were piercing. And then after that, he felt so big inside me...

I was starting to get excited, really excited. My pussy began to throb and my clit must've been enormous. I started to move my hips by arching and rounding my back. I was hoping to stimulate myself enough to gain some relief from my new uncomfortable situation. I was completely engrossed in what I was doing when I thought I heard something. I couldn't see the door from my position. I stopped and held my breath for a moment. Something had changed...no tv...and no heavy breathing, either. Oh shit, is he behind me right now, watching?

I froze, and my breathing became shallow so I could listen intently for clues. The seconds felt like hours.

The suspense was shattered with the broken silence.

"I see you've changed your attitude."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak a word.

I could just picture him leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed, staring at my ass. I didn't even feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I was highly aroused and once again, willing to do just about anything.

He stood there for a while longer before approaching. My breathing quickened and my hips involuntarily started moving again. I wanted him to touch me, even though I was sure it would make me instantly cum. I craned my head to the right, he was barely in view. He looked me directly in the eye. It was that stare, again. I couldn't look away -- it fueled my excitement to that point of no return: where you have to finish or you might hurt someone.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he began to slip off his socks. He very slowly removed his jeans and jockeys. I didn't want to sever my gaze, but it broke when he slipped his shirt over his head. I took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his erection. It proudly stood outward, and the sight of it was just enough to make the wetness from my pussy run down my thigh. He began stroking his proud cock while I looked on, running his hands expertly up and down the length of his shaft, pinching harder as he approached the head. His strokes quickened. He approached me in time to come on my neck and cheek. The sight was overwhelming and I thought I would come just then, but I didn't. Shit! Shit! SHIT!

I had to give myself a little pep talk. I closed my eyes and started talking to myself. Stay calm. Relax. RELAX! I was brought back to reality by a touch on the thigh. Simon had taken notice of my wet thighs. He was caressing the wetness with his finger. He leaned toward me and slid his wet finger into my mouth. I sucked and licked his finger like it was his dick. I wanted him badly. He let out a small chuckle and removed his finger from my mouth.

He then slid his finger inside me again, pulling it out and rubbing the wetness on my clit. He applied pressure on the head of my clit and wiggled it slightly, producing the feeling of a vibrator. I began to moan. He watched me thoughtfully.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, very much." I managed to get out between heavy breaths.

"What about this?"

He shifted his fingers back a little and moved them back and forth and together like scissors, squeezing my clit between them.

I let out a cry, "GOD YES!"

He slowed his movement, slipped his fingers inside again, pulling out more of my juices and spreading them around my clit. He then slid one finger inside with one remaining on my clit. He began to wiggle the inside finger so that he was rubbing right against that wonderful spot. The movement was enough to allow his other finger to massage my clit. My reaction to this move wasn't as powerful as the others. It felt amazing but not like the last one.

He once again returned to the direct clitoris stimulation.

"Tell me when you are just about to come." He ordered.

It didn't take long.

"Oh, God, baby...here I come, I'm coming..." I gasped in a breathless tone. The feeling was so powerful; I screamed out and nearly broke the headboard from the force of my body spasm.

I lay there bowing, looking more like I was worshipping the headboard than anything else. I felt him untie my knees and my wrists but I hardly moved. I allowed my butt to fall to my ankles, resting my stomach on the bed. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt panicked for a moment. I was afraid Simon had left. He hadn't left; he was sitting next to me in bed, reading a book. Without looking up from his book, he stroked my hair.

"It's getting late, baby. You slept for some time."

"Oh, no! I wasted the day with you, didn't I? I was so stupid. I'm so sorry."

"It's not necessary to be sorry."

I looked up at him and he glanced over at me. I was thankful for his guidance and his patience with me. I will never waste time again.

I was excused to go clean my face and use the facilities. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to my next question.

"Are you staying?"

"I thought I might. This wouldn't be a good time to be apart. I'll stop by my house in the morning to dress for work and pick up a few items."

I squealed and hugged him, nearly knocking his book from his hands. I wasn't sure what he meant about being apart, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that he was staying.

Chapter 10

We began to develop our own unique routine.

Every day I came home from work and undressed. If there was an outfit on the bed waiting for me, I put it on (no undergarments.) If there wasn't an outfit on the bed, I remained nude. I never knew our plans, nor did I care. I was becoming used to taking things in stride, and taking my lead from him.

Simon usually called me after lunch to see what I had eaten and then he decided on dinner. I became devoted to his every desire in a way that I didn't understand. He never outlined specific rules, but I became aware of what pleased him and made certain not to stray from that routine.

For example, I wouldn't cross my legs or put my legs together while sitting. My thighs would remain parted at all times. In the apartment, if I was dressed, I would hike up my skirt before I sat down. I almost never wore pants or jeans at night, any longer. My collection of short and mid-length skirts had grown. I'm not sure if this was as much about a specific preference of his, or about the general sense of feeling feminine. And the more feminine I felt, the more sexually aroused I seemed to be. It was like we fit perfectly into these roles and the reaction to it was instinctual, in a way. I can't describe it.

If at any time, he wished to touch me on any part of my body, I did not impede his advances. This wasn't terribly difficult as long as we were in the apartment. I got in trouble a lot at first for flinching in restaurants and bars while he slipped his hand up my skirt to finger me at the table.

Eventually, I cared very little of what people thought of me or of us. There was something wonderfully liberating about that. Over the next few months my self-confidence grew healthily.

The two parts of my life were still very separate. My work life had begun to thrive. I was promoted from a district position to one supporting the entire region. I regularly received large bonuses and performance awards, and eventually I knew I would be ready to buy a house. But I wasn't ready to shake-up our terrific situation.

Simon and I had stayed together nearly every night since we met. We had our own particular routine and our own very special, very intimate relationship. We usually chose to stay at my place because it was smaller. His house had 3 bedrooms, around 2,500 square feet, I think. It wasn't huge by most standards but it was too big for us.

One day, Simon called the house (my apartment) to let me know he was detained at work. I was in the shower so the answering machine got it. At the end of the message, he said, "I'll be home as soon as I can. I love you, baby."

As I replayed the message, I sat there trying to examine my feelings.

He had never actually said those words to me. Sitting there, it dawned on me...I'd known he loved me all along. And I'd loved him from that first week I knew him. I know he knows that.

It also dawned on me all the times I'd said things I wasn't ready to say. Even times when I was sincere about what I said, but the meaning to someone else was entirely different. I started laughing at how little we invested in those three simple words -- so much so, that he would leave them on an answering machine.

I erased the message.

Chapter 11

Those first six months were blissful. Each night was a new experience in intimacy for me. A couple of events stand out in my memory as being significant.

Around the third week of May, Simon's best friend, Martin had a house-warming party. He moved into his new home just before I met Simon. Martin and Simon had grown up together in a suburb of New Jersey but they both went to college at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. The decision to go there instead of in Newark was largely Martin's, and it had a lot to do with the late night re-runs of Dallas on cable.

In truth, Simon agreed to it because he wanted to get out of New Jersey and experience life elsewhere. He grew to love Dallas for the friendly people and gorgeous coeds, but by the end of his senior year, he was ready to move on again. This time it would be Simon who chose the destination.

Simon's degree was in Civil Engineering while Martin's specialty was Electrical Engineering. Civil Engineers were heavily sought after, and so it was no surprise when Simon was approached by a Kansas City firm before graduating from SMU. Martin wasn't as fortunate, and remained in Dallas for another 2 months before moving into Simon's house in Lenexa, KS, a suburb of Kansas City. Simon changed jobs and had since worked at three different firms around KC.

Martin took a completely different route and secured a position as a loan officer. He was very good at it, according to Simon. So good, in fact, that he started his own mortgage brokerage firm. His financial success was apparent.

He had moved out of Simon's house some years back and bought his own home in Overland Park, very near Simon's. He just sold that house and bought a small mansion in a Northland subdivision. The home had been for sale for over a year and was about to be repossessed by the bank when Martin picked it up for a mere $932,000. The home would be worth over $1.5 million dollars.




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Martin's wealth didn't seem to bother Simon at all. The way Simon spoke of Martin, I felt he pitied him more than he envied him.

Simon described the home to me on the way to the party. He had helped Martin and Teresa get settled. The most stunning feature of the home was the outdoor private patio area. It featured a heated, zero horizon pool, outdoor oven and grill, fireplace, built-in flat screen TV, and large planters of flowers and trees lining the massive wall that surrounded it. The house sat on a hill, so this area was completely hidden from the street and from the neighbor's view. According to Martin, the patio area had been featured in Architectural Digest a few years earlier, when it was first constructed.

I wondered at why Martin had decided on a party in May when it was still too chilly for swimming. The real nature of the party and the guests attending gave me my answer.

It took us nearly 30 minutes to get to Martin's home. We were greeted at the door by Teresa. I had met Teresa on my second date with Simon. She was the one who told me that Simon was a monogamous dater. I hadn't heard that term before, I remembered, but I recall that it made me very hopeful.

Teresa was striking. She had long, dark brown hair and green eyes. She stood maybe around 5'7 or so, but it was hard to really know because she always wore heels. Her body was fantastic, with long, slender limbs and a delicate, elongated neck. She seemed to float when she walked, and I found myself casting several coveting glances her direction as she mingled throughout the crowd. I wasn't attracted to her, exactly, but more attracted to the overall feminine look she had.

Although Teresa was the live-in girlfriend to Simon's best friend, she wasn't as friendly as you would expect. She had a distant way about her and you got the clear impression that she was just going through the motions with Martin. One time, after Teresa had walked past us, Simon started to say something to me in my ear but stopped. I wondered what was on his mind, but I didn't ask.

There was one other couple there that I recognized from the earlier party. Actually, I recognized her but not him. Jill was lively, and by far the friendliest of Simon's friends. She made me laugh out loud and I could just talk to her for hours. She had reddish hair and the personality to match. I felt instantly at ease with her. I wasn't sure how Simon and Martin knew her, exactly.

Simon stayed by my side the entire evening. He whispered to me that most of these people were business associates of Martin's and that a couple of the introductions that evening were crucial to Martin's future ventures. At one point, I spied Martin talking with a couple of gentlemen away from the rest of the crowd. I have been involved in enough business deals to recognize one when I see it. From what I could observe, it was going well -- both parties were engrossed in conversation and Martin began to stand taller, indicating he was pleased with the progress. You learn to read body language like that when you work in sales.

After two hours, the party had thinned significantly and Martin's would-be-business-partners were gone. Martin turned his attention to Simon and I, and we walked through the house on an official tour. Simon hadn't seen the house all put-together, and that was my first visit.

We were in the basement while the remaining guests were in the kitchen, upstairs. Martin's cell phone rang and upon reading the caller ID, he excused himself to answer it. I suspected it was regarding the recent business proposition he was working on. Simon slid behind me with his arms around my upper body so we could look in the same direction at the same time. We were talking about the layout of the room, what we would do differently. Very casually, as Simon was accustomed to doing, he slid his hand into my blouse and onto my breast and began fondling it. He kept talking about the room and surveying it, and when we pivoted around to look back toward the bar area, Martin was staring at us. He kept talking on the phone and he didn't look surprised or phased, he almost seemed to be looking through us.

The gesture started out as being very non-sexual, but intimate. When I became aware that Martin could see what Simon was doing, it changed for me. This made me feel uncomfortable, and discomfort had become synonymous with arousal for me. Martin continued talking on the phone but quit pacing around, and instead, remained fixed on our position.

Simon could sense my arousal and so he played along. He lifted my skirt with his left hand and started stimulating my clit while fixing his gaze on Martin. I also had a fixed gaze on Martin and the sight of him watching me was titillating. Simon had become even more skilled at bringing me to orgasm by that time. As I had become more comfortable talking about how I felt and what I liked, Simon was learning, too. As I recall, Simon and I hadn't had sex that week, and so it was very easy for him to expertly lead me to orgasm. I came violently while looking directly into Martin's eyes.

Martin was still on the phone and Simon didn't say a word. He pointed my shoulders squarely at the door to the bathroom and lifted my skirt to pat me on my bare bottom. I trotted off to the restroom.

When I emerged from the room, Martin was off the phone and was engaged in conversation with Simon. I couldn't make-out exactly what they were saying until I got a little closer. They were talking about Martin's business deal. From what I could tell, they were well into the conversation.

As I stood there with them, my mind began to wander. What is going through Simon's mind? Is this his way of saying to Martin, 'you may have all this, but you don't have Jess'? Does he derive pleasure from his best friend seeing him please his girlfriend? Is this the first time he's done that? Oooooh, the last question was almost just too much to think about. They did go to college together, and I bet there were some wild nights.

I finally just decided that the truth is this: We may never know what goes on in someone else's mind. Even in the head of someone so close to us.

Martin continued the tour and acted like the whole thing never happened. By the time we got upstairs, I just started laughing incredulously to myself and then partly out loud.

A few more people had left and there was only one other couple remaining, saying their goodbyes to Teresa at the door as we topped the staircase.

The four of us walked into the living room and sat down. It was the first time I got a good look at it. The entire party had congregated in the living room, making it impossible to get a good look at the place. Martin settled into an oversized chair and spread his legs for Teresa to sit in front of him. Martin and Simon carried the conversation, talking mostly about business. Martin's hand rested easily on Teresa's inner thigh and I thought I noticed him moving his hand up her skirt a few times. He fondled the pendant on her necklace, but I couldn't see what it was from where I was sitting. Teresa only spoke when spoken to.

On the way home, Simon and I talked about Martin and Teresa, the party, and the business deal. If all went well, Martin would be investing in a shoe company of sorts. It didn't sound like a good deal to me but it wasn't my money, and I didn't really know much about it, nor did I care. Simon's manner of discussing Martin and Teresa was very detached, like they were distant acquaintances and not close friends. He never really said that he didn't like Teresa, but I got that impression. Or more accurately, I got the impression that he didn't respect Teresa.

The second significant event in our lives those first few months was more personal for me. Simon and I spent a lot of time becoming more intimate. Part of that intimacy included feeling completely open to his touch. I had already proven, I felt, that I was comfortable around both strangers and friends (Martin, anyway). But my boundary was with parts of my body. I was still very nervous about anal sex of any kind.

At first, I wanted to dismiss this as just one of those fantasies all guys have that they've picked up from porn flicks. I didn't think it was that important to Simon, and eventually I came to know that the act, itself wasn't. What was important to Simon was my commitment to complete intimacy with him. Simon felt that as long as I had boundaries, so our relationship would have boundaries. I truly didn't want that, but I needed help and guidance in that area.

So I did what any intelligent adult would do. I searched the internet. Google produced a list of good anal sex resources and I learned great tips. Lubrication was the big key to success and you just can't have too much. Starting out yourself with one finger, and then two, was another tip. There were health tips, cleanliness advice, toy recommendations, the list was endless. Many of the women reported having the most powerful orgasms of their life during anal sex. This was of particular interest to me, as I had not imagined this might actually be enjoyable for me. The possibility of pain was first and foremost on my mind. I felt I was ready to do something to try.

Simon and I talked about it. I told him what I had learned and that I really, really wanted to share that with him, give myself to him in that way, but I was afraid. At that point, I was at least willing to think about it some more, and to keep talking to him about it; fully realizing that it might take me a long time to get over my own prejudices. My lack of commitment to the idea was not pleasing to Simon, but I think he looked at it as another opportunity to guide me in the right direction. I think it really disturbed him how much I was upsetting myself over it.

"I'm in no hurry -- I can wait as long as it takes for you. But I have to tell you that you're not going to solve this by intellectualizing it. You can't think your way through a major step like this, you have to ease into it, feel it."

His words were absolutely true and he said them very matter-of-factly, as if I should just be able to perform this simple task.

Finally he said, "You know everything you need to know."

I thought about those words for a long time, 'I know everything I need to know.' What do I know about this? What one thing has to exist for this to work? Is it desire? Willingness? Relaxation? I wasn't sure.

It was perplexing me. I was having trouble coming up with answers on my own. Simon pulled through for me, as usual.

One Saturday afternoon, Simon brought a gym bag into the bedroom and placed it on the floor. He bent me over the footboard of the bed and tied me to the posts. He tied my ankles to the legs of the footboard. Then he began unpacking the gym bag so I could see the contents. There were three separate brands of lubricants, an anal plug, an anal vibrator, a douche, and a string of balls in varying sizes. My eyes widened as he placed each item on the bed for me to see. Lastly, he produced a blindfold and placed it over my eyes.

My heart began to race. What is he planning for me? He first touched me on my back and I flinched. I guess I was so tense that it startled me. I could hear him leave the room.

About five minutes later, Simon returned. He touched me on the same spot on my back and I didn't flinch that time. He started rubbing my back, and as his hands approached my buttocks, I began to tense. He immediately withdrew and left the room.

Another 5 minutes passed, and he started with the same spot on my back, working his way to my buttocks and massaging them. Each time I tensed up in any way, he left the room. He gradually worked his way up to administering lubricant to my behind and by the time he got to massaging my well-lubricated hole, I was more aroused than frightened.

He took off the blindfold and released my wrists and ankles. He had used none of the tools on the bed except the lubricant.

"Do you know what it is, now? The thing that you already know."

I knew it immediately. Trust. That was it. I just needed to trust him.

"Trust?! Trust is all I need to know?"

I looked to him for approval of my epiphany. His smile lit up his whole face as he leaned in to kiss me.

Knowing the answer was the easy part. Next I had to feel it.

Chapter 12

When something is hanging over your head as needing to be done, you can think of little else until you complete the task. I think I had become obsessed with this one thing. Simon and I talked about it a lot and the more we talked, the more comfortable I began to feel. I think Simon wanted the whole act to be over with, mainly to stop my obsessing. He never grew impatient in any way, but I sensed that he felt a bit guilty about how it was affecting me.

One evening during the week, Simon and I were in bed in what started out as a pretty ordinary lovemaking session. I was stroking Simon's cock, licking and sucking the head of his beautiful erection, when he leaned back to pull the drawer of the nightstand open to fetch some lubricant, and an anal plug. He generously applied lubricant to the end of the plug and then to his own ass. He handed me the plug and guided my hand to inserting it into him. His cock grew harder than I had ever seen it. I started pumping the plug in and out, while I took most of his engorged dick into my mouth. He came instantly, letting out a cry. I withdrew the plug while he lay there trying to recover. He was totally spent. I'd never seen him quite like that before.

It was a turning point for me. I was lying there, unsatisfied, and suddenly wishing he had done that to me.

A few days later, we were in bed again and much like before, while I was giving him head, he leaned back and produced the same two items. This time, before he could get the gel out of the tube, I spoke.

"May I please be allowed to experience that this time?"

Part of me couldn't believe my ears, and the other part was hoping he would accommodate.

Instead of lubricating the tip of the anal plug, Simon lubricated his finger. He pulled me up onto his chest and tipped me forward so I was on my hands and knees, dangling over his face. He began licking my pussy. He was so skilled at it. At the same time, he began massaging my anal opening. I was getting very close to coming. Just before I started what I call my final approach, Simon inserted his finger into my ass. It felt wonderful, and I spread my legs wider apart to indicate my delight. He added a second finger and continued probing until I shuddered in orgasm.

He repeated this many times over the next several weeks, alternating his fingers with the plug. I became increasingly more comfortable with it until I started actually leaving the lubricant out on top of the nightstand to speed things up. My orgasms were growing in intensity each time and I was becoming highly motivated to advance to the next step.

I felt like this man had been plenty patient with me, and now all I wanted to do was please him. I wanted to make the words I spoke a couple of months earlier be true -- I would do anything for this man. I wanted to give this gift to him. I wanted...

I received special instructions one morning in a note on the kitchen counter: Use the douche in the drawer this morning before work. Your outfit for tonight is on the sofa.

That was confusing. The first instruction clearly indicated that he intended for that night to be the night. The second indicated we were going out. I started thinking about eating a large dinner and what that might mean, and how much time that would take. I was doing it again...thinking through everything instead of just trusting him. I decided to let all the questions go, and just relax into the anticipation of the evening with an open mind.

Simon arrived early but I was already dressed and ready to go. I was particularly amorous and was acting a bit like a cat in heat toward him, rubbing myself against his chest and kissing his neck. He chuckled at my advances.

The exchange between us slowly began to change its tone as Simon unbuttoned my blouse. He slid the blouse down my arms and left it there so that it bound my limbs toward my back. I arched my back to proudly display my hard nipples. He ran his fingers across them and leaned down and took each one into his mouth. He then stood upright again and pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling. He started to make a motion to unbutton his pants but then stopped.

"I'll be right back. Don't move."

He went out the front door and I could hear his car door open and shut. He returned with a box. It looked like a jewelry box; the kind that might hold a watch or something like that. I watched intently as he placed it on the coffee table. I then returned my eyes to his, allowing my head to drop backward.

Simon then unfastened his pants and removed them, along with his underwear, socks and shoes. He stood there nude from the waist, down. His penis was immensely engorged with blood. It was red, hard and huge. I wondered how long he had been like that; how many times he had thought about our upcoming evening together. The day had been a blur to me. I could think of little else.

He leaned forward, allowing me to take his cock into my mouth. My lips slid down and up his shaft a few times, and then he stepped backward, withdrawing it from me entirely. Simon reached down and cupped his hand under my chin to raise me to my feet. He picked up his pants and carefully laid them on the nearby barstool. He then unbuttoned my cuffs and removed my blouse, shaking it out a bit and then hanging it on another barstool with much care. He did the same with his shirt and my skirt. His actions were very deliberate, as though he had planned each one with precision.

We were standing nude in the living room. Simon guided my arms around his neck and drew me closer, carefully positioning his erect penis upward between us. He gazed down at me, running his fingers through my hair, caressing my neck. I stroked his hair lovingly, paying close attention to every wavy curl as my fingers explored. I could feel it washing over me -- that incredible feeling of complete abandon. My body relaxed and my breathing became deeper. My lips instinctively parted and my head fell backward.

Simon's lips mouthed something but no sound followed. I thought he mouthed the word, beautiful. He started to breathe deeper as he kissed me passionately. His lips were pressed hard against mine, and his sense of urgency was so primal. He slowed himself down and kissed me gently and lovingly on my lips, cheeks, neck, ears, and forehead. He would do this for a few minutes and then change back into a frenzied, hard and forceful kiss. His excitement was fueling my arousal. Each time he probed my mouth with his tongue, I began grinding my hips and rubbing my body against his. My inner thighs had become soaking wet.

Simon finally stopped and took my hand in his. He led me into the bedroom. I stood next to the bed while he pulled the bedspread, blanket and sheets all the way down to the foot of the bed and laid one pillow at an angle at the corner of the bed. He patted the pillow, signaling me to lie down.

I lied on my back and he joined me, pressing his body against mine. The anticipation was incredible. Simon turned to me and whispered.

"Tell me what you're thinking and feeling right now."

I took a moment to think about it.

"I'm excited or nervous, I can't tell which. I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life."

With that, he slid his hand down between my legs. He smiled, withdrew his hand, and then looked at me, wanting more.




Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 02



Author Notes:

The Perspectives Series was created as a study of how our perception of people and events is largely influenced by our point of view. As you read the distinct stories of these characters, and become more invested in their lives, your perception of them and their situations will likely change.

There are four novels in this collection, with the first volume being split into two distinct parts:

Volume One: Jess (Part One, Part Two)

Volume Two: Martin

Volume Three: Jill

Volume Four: Teresa

Together, these stories are about the intertwined journey of several ordinary people as they struggle through relationships, personal revelations, conflict, and unplanned life events. The characters are purely fictional, but familiar, nonetheless.

This was my first attempt at writing some years ago. My writing style has evolved somewhat since, as I've established a distinct style and cadence. Rather than rewriting these volumes, I've decided to just dust them off and release them as they were written. It's not my best work, but the stories are interesting enough, I think.

Categorizing these stories for Literotica has been difficult because they span everything from mild BDSM, to Exhibitionism/Voyeur; from Anal, to Erotic Couplings, and Romance. I've tried to place each story appropriately, as best I could.

Perspectives Series: Jess - Part Two is the continuing saga of Jess and Simon. I've decided, rather than placing this segment in BDSM, like the first, to file it under Erotic Couplings. The D/s play is only referenced here. I suppose I could have just as easily categorized it under Romance.

Warning: Although there is a hot sex scene fairly early on, sex is not the focal point of this segment.

As always, I hope you enjoy these tales. Feel free to comment, and/or send feedback. And, thanks for all your support!

PART TWO

Chapter 1

Slow work days are long, but those Dubai days were even longer. I had run out of real work to do weeks before my contract ended. I'd been doing nothing more than shuffling papers, reviewing plans, and picking people up from the airport. They could hire anyone to do this.

My replacement comes in another two weeks. What's his name again...his resume is here somewhere? Oh yeah, Deepak. From somewhere in India. Don't know; don't care; just want to get back to the States.

I started checking e-mail. Another joke from Martin. Random facts about animals, most of them sexual...A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. That's got to kill Martin. Does a pig really orgasm for 30 minutes? Dolphins and humans are the only species that have sex for pleasure. I don't know about that. I've seen some pretty strange things on the internet that would suggest that on occasion, dogs seem to have sex for reasons other than reproduction.

I formulated my reply: Don't you wish you were a pig?! Are you picking me up from the airport on the 25th?

I'll either get a reply right away or not for hours. Back to the internet...Google search: 'Pig' 'sex'. Oh, shit! That was a bad idea. Nevermind, Martin's e-mail was probably right.

I realized I had received new mail from Martin.

I've been called a pig for that very reason...

Yeah, right.

...I got more of your boxes today. T called to inform me that they were taking up most of the foyer. She is still pissed at you about Sarah.

Sarah! That was two years ago. I haven't even thought about her.

We didn't date for very long, but Teresa had it in her head that we were going to get married, and that she and Martin were going to get married, and that we were going to live next door to each other, and raise kids together...blah, blah, blah. There was no way I would marry that girl. She broadcasted every minute detail of our relationship to everyone she knew. Talked all the time. It was fine at first, and then it just grated on me. She had to make plans for us to do something every single night. Go here, go there, visit these people, go to this party, that party; it drove me insane. Fuck Teresa for making me remember all that.

Martin didn't answer my question. I swear he does this on purpose. Retard!

Martin,

Thanks for reminding me of HER. Don't you miss the constant chatter?

Please put those boxes away. I don't want Teresa going through them.

ARE YOU PICKING ME UP AT THE AIRPORT??? -Simon

Now Martin won't reply for hours just to prove he is an asshole. It doesn't matter because I can hear Jeff a couple of cubes down. He is headed this way.

"Hey, what's up?" Jeff's standard greeting.

Jeff was wearing a tight-fitting polo and jeans. The shirt may have been large enough when he bought it, but it had shrunk to an entire size too small for him. It was apparent that he has had the thing for some time because the general color of the shirt was much lighter than the material around, and just beneath the buttons. My acute sense of smell told me that he definitely had sex the night before and maybe that morning, and then decided to skip the shower. Big mistake.

"Nothing. What are you doing?"

"Just making the rounds. Where did you end up sneaking off to last night?"

"I went home. You seemed to be in good hands." I delivered with a knowing glance.

"Dude, she was fucking HOT. Her friend totally wanted to go home with you."

"Really? I didn't think she liked me." I lied.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I can get her phone number. You should hook up with her before you head out of town."

"Yeah, do that."

If I didn't agree to his plan, he wouldn't stop bugging me about it. Jeff is one of those guys that thinks he is responsible for getting everyone laid. Martin was the same way when he was in his twenties, too. Actually, Martin hasn't changed much.

"Are you going to Aravind's tonight? He's already got the beer; we just have to pitch-in."

"I'm still hungover from last night; I don't think I'm gonna make it."

"Alright. I'm gonna ask around and see who's going. I'll get that chick's phone number for you."

I waved my hand over my head dismissively. I wasn't feeling that bad, but I didn't feel like sitting around drinking at Aravind's apartment. Again.

Dubai wasn't bad the first six months or so. I was working 70 hours a week, hardly any free time. But as your contract term approaches, steps are taken to move you off the important projects, making this gig no different than working in the States.

Jeff came to work about two months after I did. He is from California, somewhere around San Jose. He's one of those young software engineers...full of energy, dying to start his own business, has all these ideas. He has bagged more chicks than I can count -- and that's just in the last 8 months. Last January he tried fixing me up with this Italian girl who was here with her friend, who he slept with. Her name was Lena, or Leona, Lenora...something like that. Anyway, that didn't work out. She was nice and pretty, but not...

My mind wandered to nothingness as I blankly stared at my computer screen. Jess. That's the end of the sentence. Leona was nice and pretty, but not Jess.

I really fucked that whole thing up. It was ancient history at that point. She was living in that house in Martin's neighborhood. That house has to be over 5,000 square feet in size. I know she isn't living in that huge house by herself. Teresa said she saw her with some guy a couple months ago.

Chapter 2

I really, really don't want to plant flowers out front today. Why did I go buy all that gardening shit last night? I could just lay here for another hour or so, finish watching the end of my movie, and then most of the day will be over and I won't be able to work outside. Only I think it's supposed to rain tomorrow and Monday, and all those petunias will probably die.

The stomach ache I had at the doctor's office had transformed into what it really was...cramps. I just love being a woman.

I got up and headed to the bathroom where I noticed that my period was in full swing.

"Well isn't that just a beautiful thing?!"

I often found myself talking aloud in a sarcastic tone.

I started coffee, grabbed a glass of water and downed 3 ibuprofen to deaden the pain. I started trolling my closet for things to wear. Shorts, t-shirt, pullover. That should do it. Gotta wear a hat...This Dallas Cowboys hat should do. I hope it pisses-off these Chiefs fans.

I had everything laid out in front of me to start planting. These are pretty colorful. The neighbors will like them. I never walk out front, so I'll never see them. At least it will keep the 'architectural committee' of the Home Owner's Association off my back. I have this strange feeling they were about to come talk to me about my front yard. I don't think it was enough to hire Dave's Lawn Service to cut and weed for me. I think the committee expects more pride from the residents here.

It's just another example of how I don't belong in this neighborhood. I shouldn't have moved here. I sort of think I did it so I could keep an eye out for Simon just in case he came to town and stayed with Martin. I don't know...it didn't consciously come to mind at the time but maybe it was a subconscious motivator. I liked the idea that my contact information was in the subdivision directory in case Simon needed to reach me. Martin would surely have one and could pass it onto Simon. But, who am I kidding. He isn't going to call. He's gone. Really gone. Like, for good.

Dr. Stewart really pissed me off yesterday. Or, I guess I'm supposed to call her Tracy. 'Go out and get laid.' That's sound advice? Especially in this day and age.

I could've probably done Aaron. He was pretty cool, but he was the first one I dated after Simon and there was just too much guilt there still. I think Lisa told me he was seeing someone. Maybe he's single again...I need to remember to call Lisa and ask her. If he's engaged or married...I swear, I'll oft myself.

This is ridiculous! Everyone is getting married. Now Lisa. Did I forget to tell Dr. Tracy that? I was about to, but I got side-tracked, I think. I don't know, maybe I left it out on purpose. Roger drives me insane. He talks all the time, and he's arrogant as hell. I don't get what she sees in him.

I wonder if Matt is going to be in the wedding. That was the longest date of my life, I'm pretty sure. The guy has NO personality. If they pair me up down the aisle with him as a joke, I'll have to kill her.

Maybe I should just go out with Lisa for my birthday, get plastered and go home with a complete stranger.

"Yeah, that's what I should do."

"Pardon me?"

My head popped-up from the flower bed and I fell back onto my butt.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. I was just walking by and found this dog. Is he yours?"

"Oh! No, he's not mine."

"Do you know who he belongs to? Have you seen him before?"

"No, I haven't. I don't get out around the block much, so I'm probably not the best person to ask."

"OK. Well, I'll go next door and see if they know. Sorry to bother you."

"No problem. Good luck finding the owner."

I have got to stop talking to myself. People are going to think I'm nuts.

What problem was I working out in my head? Oh, yeah! My 'assignment'. I really shouldn't have to do something I don't want to do. It's not that I'm morally opposed to casual sex, it's just that I don't feel like it. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm. It had to be before Simon left. *sigh*

I don't think a single day has gone by that I haven't thought about him. Some days have gone by when that is ALL I've thought about. I wish I would've told him I loved him...everyday. At least he would know how I felt about him. I wish I had saved his voice mail when he told me he loved me. If only I could have one more day with him. I swear, I wouldn't ask for anything else and I'd make the memory of the day last a lifetime.

I wonder what he is doing now. Has he dated anyone else? Is he in love, engaged, married? I can't imagine him with anyone else but if he is, maybe I could let him go and move on with my own life. How would I ever find that out?

I could start walking around the neighborhood, past Martin's house and try to accidentally bump into Martin. That was a disaster last time it happened. I left that grocery store and cried for an entire day after that.

I could get a dog and use that as my excuse.

Somehow I don't think the dog would be able to explain the uncontrollable sobbing. And God forbid, I run into Teresa. She would probably lie about Simon just to hurt me.

I wish I would've gotten Jill's number. She would tell me.

I don't know if gaining second-hand knowledge will be enough for me to let go. The best thing would be to talk to Simon. Why don't I walk up to Martin's doorstep, ring the doorbell and ask for Simon's phone number?

Oh yeah...Teresa. She would answer (or pretend not to be home) and then I would get nothing.

Dr. Tracy is right; I need to do something. I'm tired of just going through the motions of life. I need to get on with it. I think I'm done feeling bad.

"Oh, shit!"

I stood up and my back felt like someone had been beating it for the past two hours. Just think what that would have felt like without ibuprofen. I stepped back to admire my work.

"That went pretty quick."

I glanced about quickly to make sure no one was around.

"Those flowers didn't go nearly as far as I thought they would."

I'm NOT buying another flat of flowers. This will have to do.

I picked up all the tools and put them away in the garage. When half the cabinets are empty, it's easy to stay neat.

I remembered that an order was supposed to come in on Friday, but it hadn't come across the fax by the time I left work for the doctor's office.

"To the laptop!"

I said, in my best Transylvanian accent. It was really, 'To the lumberyard', that I was imitating from Young Frankenstein.

There were no e-mails about the order. Oh, well. It'll wait until Monday, I guess. Here's an e-mail from Marriott Rewards. I've been going to a lot of out-of-town training classes these past several months and my reward points are growing. Something had caught my eye in that particular e-mail, though. Seems there is a special at the JW Marriott in Dubai.

My heart began racing a bit and I started to hold my breath. I wouldn't dare. Or would I? I'd be doing something.

While I'm thinking about it, where is Dubai, exactly? Google search....

"Survey says..." United Arab Emirates

Gonna need a passport...Check.

Gonna need some balls to do this...Still working on those.

The e-mail stated that the offer was good starting the coming Thursday, and going through the following Thursday. There's no way I can get ready that fast. I have a big deal coming through on Monday, and two more expected by Wednesday. I could wait until Saturday to go, but it wouldn't be worth it to go for a shorter stay than one week, probably.

I don't know anything about Dubai, how am I going to get the airfare booked? Surely I'll have to fly through another city. What airline did Simon take? Was it United or American, I can't remember which one?

Wow! This is the most excited I've gotten about anything in a very long time. I want to do this. I was also scared to death.

OK. Let me just click on this link to the Marriott Dubai website and check out the property.

God, that's gorgeous! You know, I've been wanting to take a vacation. I should just go. I could look around and try to find Simon and if I don't find him, I'll just relax on the beach and make the most of it. The relaxation will do me good. I'll probably find him. How many Americans can there be working and living in Dubai?

The thought of traveling to a foreign country by myself to search for the man I'd been obsessing about was enough to send me to the bathroom. I probably just lost 5 pounds in liquid waste from my spastic colon.

This is probably a bad sign.

I shutdown my laptop and put the thought out of my mind. It was absolutely crazy.

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get through the rest of the day and Sunday without touching my laptop.

Monday morning came, and I was sitting at my desk. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I found myself on the phone with the travel agency that supports my workplace. It didn't take long to find availability. Even though I had to book travel leaving on Wednesday morning in order to arrive in Dubai by Thursday evening, I confirmed and paid for it right then and there. The power of credit cards should not be taken lightly. I reserved my room at the Marriott and used my points for two of the nights.

"OK. Done."

Oh, what have I done?! I had exactly two days to work on closing outstanding deals and then I was off to the airport Wednesday morning.

I didn't have much time to mull it over. In fact, I think I was in serious shock and/or denial about it. Monday flew by and at 8:30pm, I was still at my desk trying to sort out the details of the configuration for the PO we received. I thought I might receive a second PO by fax in the latter part of the day, but no staring at the fax machine would produce the little beast. My lightheadedness was a sure indication that I hadn't eaten all day, and I needed something fast. I finally left the office at around 9:15pm; drove through McDonald's and collapsed into bed after scarfing down a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese.

My phone rang at 7:53am. It was John, letting me know that the PO came in and they wanted the order expedited. I was on my way into work already so I didn't know how much more expeditious I could get.

I remember pausing around 4:45pm that afternoon. I suddenly realized that I was booked on a flight in the morning and I hadn't even told anyone about my trip, yet. There's denial for you. I jumped up and ran into Lisa's office to let her know that I was going out of town.

She took it in stride and didn't panic. I was panicking, but I didn't know if that was because of my outstanding work tasks, or what I was about to undertake. I think it was the latter.

I was tied-up at the office again until after 7pm just trying to handle the details of the order and also to set my out of office messages on my e-mail and phones. I got home around 7:50pm and went straight to packing. I was probably hungry, but I couldn't eat. My throat was so constricted, and my stomach was tossing violently. I was not thinking clearly when I packed, but this just led to the forgivable offense of over packing. When in doubt, throw it in the suitcase.

My United flight departed at 7:35am on Wednesday, June 6th. Happy early birthday to me.

Chapter 3

I finally got a response from Martin...DAYS later. Prick!




Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 02



Yes, I'll pick you up. Your shit is in the workout room in the basement. I'm sure this will piss-off T, which is why I did it. J

I replied: Don't forget -- the 25th. I'll e-mail you my itinerary. Any chance you can get me Jessie's phone number? I want to call her before I head out of town again.

I waited by the monitor for a reply. The thought of talking to her again made me nervous. There were a few things I needed to straighten out with Jess. But if she's with someone else, then there is no point.

Martin was slow to reply, but it finally arrived: I think we have a phone book for the whole neighborhood, but I don't know where it is. Have to ask T.

I was quick on the keyboard: Don't ask Teresa. Try to find it. If she knows that I'm looking for Jessie's number, she'll throw the book away.

Teresa can be very cunning when it comes to shit like that. She has never liked Jess, mainly because of Sarah, and I wouldn't put it past her to do something spiteful.

Martin's reply: OK.

I started going over plans for the next few days. My replacement, Deepak comes today. I have to go get him at his hotel and bring him to the office. I've been reduced to chauffeur, lately. Deepak spends tomorrow in Orientation, and then I have Thursday and Friday to get him acclimated. There wasn't much to turnover; my part of the project was over, and Deepak was coming to work on the next phase, which wouldn't really start for a couple weeks.

Next weekend is my going away party that Jeff insisted on. He has been 'seeing' the same girl for a couple weeks now -- this is a record for Jeff. He called her friend on my behalf, and so I actually have a date for the evening. I'm definitely going to fuck her this time. I've been picturing her with those high heels bent over the end of my sofa. I could use it. Shit, I haven't had sex since...

I could feel myself growing stiffer but the image that was in my head wasn't of that girl. I was remembering that look of total abandon on Jess's face. That still gets me.

OK, back to reality. This is definitely not the place for this...dead kittens, dead puppies, dead kittens, dead puppies, Teresa.

There! That did it. That bitch is good for something.

I started surfing the real estate sites on the internet. I didn't particularly want to buy another house, but I couldn't see any way out of it. I don't know where the time goes when you're surfing. A glance at the clock told me that I was probably running late for my hotel pickup. Traffic was really bad in the city, and the slightest problem led to waiting in the car for hours. I knew there was little hope of having a clean ride all the way to....Oh, shit, where is this guy staying, again?

Oh, yeah. He's at the JW Marriott.

Chapter 4

At some point during the flight, I was thinking about this episode of Sex and the City called Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda, or the other way around, I couldn't remember exactly. It was a phrase coined by Samantha in this particular episode, and her exact voice speaking those words kept resonating in my head. Only most of mine were Shouldas.

I could have called Simon's company and asked them the name of their affiliate in Dubai.

I should have done more research on Dubai.

I should have waited before booking the trip.

I should have at least looked at a map or something.

I should have learned a little more about the culture.

I know exactly SQUAT about this place.

Somewhere over the ocean in the middle of the night, terror struck me as I recalled that I did not pack my birth control pills for next week. I needed to start taking them on Monday, following my period. I don't know why this brought terror. I wasn't having sex, and the true likelihood of me finding Simon was probably a hundred to one. Just one more thing to add to the list:

I should have packed my birth control.

The plane landed at night. The city lights gave me somewhat of an early indication of the size of the place. It was nothing like seeing it in the daylight, though.

Dubai was ENORMOUS! I spent Friday walking around the shops in the Marriott, getting a map of the city, and trying to get over the shock of the number of residents. And the number of Americans living there, the Ex-Pats, was staggering. So much for the notion that it would be easy to locate an American. I quickly changed my mind about my odds. It was more like twenty thousand to one. Or worse...

You could see cranes and construction equipment of all sorts everywhere. I took to strolling around construction sites, scanning the workers. At least Simon had blonde hair and that would be easy to spot. That is, if he doesn't have his head covered.

The heat was really taxing. I'd always considered myself somewhat of a lizard, but the temperatures stayed around 105 during the day, and that's hot no matter where you're from.

There were a lot of things I hadn't bargained for in Dubai. Let's face it; this was not a well-thought-out plan. I woke up Tuesday morning, five days after arriving, to the stark realization that there was no hope for finding him, and that I should just let go.

I put on shorts and a polo shirt and went downstairs for breakfast. I was glad to finally be in sync with the local time, albeit I was leaving in two days. I'd never been very good at adjusting to different time zones.

I ate breakfast and thought about my situation. I started to feel really lucky. The Marriott was just stunning, and the architecture in Dubai was incredible. I would never have thought of visiting there. The people were friendly, and they spoke English. I started thinking about how thankful I was to make the kind of money that would afford me that type of trip. There were lots of things to look forward to other than Simon. Maybe the sunshine snapped me out of my depression. Or maybe I was finally ready to let go and move on.

I sat down at a table just off the lobby after picking up a brochure from the concierge desk about desert tours. It looked just like the movies. All sand and nothing else. My mind began to wander as I started playing the trivia game in my head. Movies set in sandy deserts...Obvious answers: Sahara, Three Kings, Lawrence of Arabia, The Mummy, Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome. I couldn't think of the name of that really bad movie with Dustin Hoffman that was set in the desert.

Oh, well. The question really was...should I go to the rooftop pool and work on my tan or should I sign up for one of these desert safaris? I noticed the departure times and that made up my mind -- for that day, anyway. The safari includes breakfast, and departed over an hour ago. I guess I'll go to the pool.

Still...how much is this safari if I want to do it tomorrow? I flipped over the brochure. There was a phone number but no pricing that I could see. I noticed a pair of feet standing with the toes facing me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look up and froze. It was Simon.

I don't know if it is physically possible for your heart to skip a beat, or two, or three, but mine sure felt like it did.

"Hi!" I managed to choke out.

"What are you doing here?" Simon asked in a barely audible voice.

"Uh...vacationing?"

Now we can all agree that coming to Dubai was poorly planned from the start, but you would have thought that I played this scene out in my head at least once, right?! Wrong!

Simon looked around the room frantically, from left to right, scanning the lobby. My heart sank, as I knew there could be only one reason for his behavior. He is looking for his girlfriend, lover, fiancé, whatever.

Suddenly I felt very ill. I wished I hadn't seen him, and that I was invisible. I mean, what kind of ugly trick is this to play on me. I just made up my mind to move on. It really isn't fair to make me upset all over again, is it?!

"Are you alone?" He asked.

I nodded weakly. I wasn't sure how to form words anymore.

Once again, he looked around the room and back at the reservation counter.

"Can you wait here for just a second? Don't...don't go anywhere."

He held out his hand like someone training a dog to stay. Then he darted off toward the front desk.

I consciously told myself to breath, but that didn't help my brain. I was in a fog, and so completely shocked at seeing him. He looked older. He was quite a bit thinner, I noticed. How am I going to explain that I came here to see him without sounding like a stalker? I guess I hadn't thought through that part of the plan. The fog in my brain was lifting to complete panic. A little voice in my brain started yelling, RUN!

Simon returned and I was still frozen in place. I probably hadn't moved a muscle in his absence. He was a little more composed, and not looking around frantically.

He grabbed my hand and yanked me up from the chair.

"Come with me."

We darted out of the Marriott front doors and into a waiting car on the curb. For a moment I thought we might be running from someone or something.

Simon jumped into the driver seat and took off so fast that the force sat me back into my seat. There were no seat belt safety checks, or opening the door for me, or anything.

I had to brace myself between the armrest and middle console to keep from falling into him at the turns. He was driving like a maniac and not saying a word. It never even occurred to me to be frightened. I think it was at that moment that I realized I would follow this guy into hell if he led me there. I trusted him that much.

He pulled up to an apartment building and parked the tiny car. We both got out at the same time. I guess part of me was happy to be getting off that amusement park ride.

But I was at a loss as to where to go next. Simon ran around the vehicle and grabbed my hand. He nearly dragged me up to a door and up a flight of stairs to an apartment. He unlocked it with a key. I held my breath as we walked through the doorway.

Inside the living room were a bunch of boxes, taped up and ready to be shipped, it seemed. My eyes darted about the room looking for evidence of another resident -- a female resident. There wasn't much to scan. All boxes, and hardly anything else.  

The place felt a little familiar somehow, but I knew I'd never been there before. It was a funny feeling, but one that left my mind as quickly as it came, because Simon threw his arms around me and started kissing my cheeks frantically.

"I can't believe you're here! How did you find me?"

"I didn't find you. You found me."

Simon took my face into his hands and kissed me very gently on the lips. He lingered there with his eyes closed for several seconds, and I couldn't take the emotional rush I was feeling. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and my fingernails dug into his biceps as he held my face.

I would have liked to have had some composure, but there would be none of that for me. I can't hold back now.

"I just had to come and tell you that I love you. You need to know that I've loved you from the first week I met you, and I've never stopped loving you."

I bit my lip to try to slow down the tears running down my face. I had just traveled 7,000 miles to pour out my soul to this man, and this was the real moment of truth. I had played this out a million times in my head in the previous 9 months. Maybe not in recent weeks, but lots of times before. I suddenly realized, however, that I had just played my ace without even checking what he might have in his hand.

Simon looked in my eyes and then earnestly studied my face for what seemed like a very long time. I'm absolutely certain he saw terror in my face as I was waiting for a reply.

He pulled me into his arms and held me tight against him.

"I didn't know for sure. I mean, I've been so afraid that you had moved on by now."

I shook my head against his chest.

Simon pulled away and led me into the bedroom. The bed had sheets still on it, but there was little in his closet -- a couple of shirts hanging up and one pair of khakis.

He started kissing me again, more passionately this time. We fell back onto the bed but he didn't lose focus for a second. He continued as if nothing had happened. I could feel the warm sensation coming over me. I vaguely recalled what it was. My body was physiologically reacting to my emotions.

Simon lifted my polo shirt over my head. I was wearing a bra, which was rare for me in our days together. He didn't have much trouble getting through the ever-sophisticated locking mechanisms of the brazier. My breasts were free from the contraption in seconds.

He immediately removed his own shirt so that our bare chests were touching one another. We continued to kiss for quite awhile. Simon would stop to look at my face as if he were checking to see that it was still me. I didn't even try to think. My mind was blank as I just focused on the feeling of his lips, his skin, his chest hair...his erection through his jeans, poking up against my shorts.

He started kissing the left side of my neck, and left shoulder. His kisses trailed down my upper arm to my wrist and hand. It was as if he was becoming reacquainted with every inch of my body, and was in no hurry to get it done. I, on the other hand, was becoming a little impatient, as a new sense of urgency was beginning to build in the lower regions of my torso.

He moved back up to my protruding nipples and I let go a moan when he wrapped his warm mouth around one, and then the other hard nub. I arched my back and spread my legs even further apart, drawing my knees up toward my sides.

Simon took the hint and unfastened my shorts, pulling them, and my panties down, forcing me to straighten my legs so he could slide them completely off. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread them wide apart. The warmth of his mouth on my pussy was shocking. He didn't pause to look or take a breath. He simply dived in by parting my outer lips with his tongue. I knew that I was already very wet and aroused. It started when I first made eye contact with him back at the hotel.

He sought out my clit right away, vigorously flicking it with his tongue. I wanted to savor the moment and build slowly to orgasm, but I was already too far along. I arched my back and shuddered in climactic pleasure. It took him about 3 minutes to get me there...maybe less.

Simon stood up while I was still shuddering in after-shock. I vaguely recalled that there was something I needed to remember to tell him, but I couldn't think of it, or I didn't want to.

He pulled off his jeans and slowly slid into my quivering vagina. I gasped for air. He felt enormous inside me. I could feel the walls strain to enlarge with his thrusts. Each thrust became easier and the slight discomfort made way to absolute pleasure. I lost all rational thought and began to feel an animal-like lust building again inside me. I was well on my way to my second orgasm.

I felt him come inside me, even before he let go his signature moan. I could feel his pulsating cock and the sensation was terrific. I couldn't remember feeling that before. Maybe I am just a lot smaller now, than I was when we were having sex all the time. The pulsation was so raw, that it sent me over the edge with him. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles. I wanted him to stay inside me.

Then I began to cry again. The intensity of my emotions just overcame me. The force of my cries pushed him out of me, and I just laid there holding onto him. This has to be a dream and I don't want to wake up from it. I just knew that the next thing out of his mouth was going to be something about how he had an entire family in Dubai, or something like that. I know it wasn't very rational but I watch a lot of movies.

"Don't cry, baby. We're together now. It's all going to be okay."

Simon stroked my hair lovingly and kissed my tears, wiping the excess wetness onto his own cheek by brushing his face by mine. It finally started to become reality for me. I looked around the bed and around the room and tried to make sense of the scene. Is this even his apartment? Did he just move here? As reality started coming back, so did my memory. I suddenly remembered what I needed to say to him, but it was too late.

"Oh, no!" My eyes widened as I looked into his eyes. "I've made a terrible mistake, Simon."

"What? What is it?!"

"I'm not on the pill. I mean, I forgot to bring them and I should have started taking them yesterday."

I struggled to get up to get to the bathroom. Somehow I thought if I just let everything drain out, we might be okay.

Simon pinned me back down. He started grinning, and then chuckling out loud.

"Where are you going?"

I just relaxed and said, "I don't know."

He's right. There isn't anything I can do about it now.

Simon leaned in and started kissing my neck and cheek. His hands were pinning my wrists down above my head. He slid his body over mine and parted my thighs with his knees. He then positioned the head of his cock right at the opening of my dripping wet pussy. He wasn't completely hard, but hard enough to penetrate.

"Simon, did you hear me? I'm not protected. I could get pregnant."

"We could get pregnant, Jess." With that he slid inside me. He whispered in my ear, "We could have a baby."

I wasn't sure how to process his words, and it became more difficult to do, as my concentration was completely sucked away from me with every stroke. Simon came inside me a second time and stayed there, as if he was daring one of his little swimmers to do the job.

He started talking first this time.

"I have thought about you every day. I was so stupid to leave you. I should have found a way to work it out so we could be together. I am so, so sorry, Jess. Can you ever forgive me?"

I knew the question was more rhetorical but I nodded my head anyway. Tears were welling up in my eyes again, and I couldn't speak.

Then he said the words I had dreamt of hearing a thousand times in my most cherished fantasies.

"I love you more than you'll ever know."

I couldn't stop the tears from rolling back onto the bed. My body began to tremble. If this is a dream, it is truly a cruel one because it feels so real. There would be no way for me to recover from it.

Simon had grown soft inside me and he pulled out the rest of the way to lie on the bed beside me.

"Do you think you can stop crying long enough for us to have a real conversation?"

I started laughing, nodding my head, and wiping my tears from the sides of my head where they had traveled to the bed. I took a deep breath and propped myself up on one elbow to face him.

"I can't even imagine the kind of courage it took for you to come here. How did you manage it?"

"I don't know. It was all done in haste; I had no time to think about it. If I had even thought about it for a day, or researched Dubai on the internet, there is no way I would have come. This place is huge, and amazing, and hot."

Simon laughed. "It isn't even bad, yet. Wait until July. When is your flight back?"

"Thursday, around noon. I've been here since last Thursday. I had given up on finding you when you appeared in the lobby. What were you doing at the Marriott?"

"I was supposed to be picking up my replacement to take him to the office, but I was really late. He already caught a cab, according to the desk. It was a complete fluke that I walked in and saw you. I thought I was suffering from heat stroke or something."




Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 02



"I know what you mean. I was beside myself." My mind drifted off to that first moment I saw him in the lobby and it dawned on me what he just said.

"What do you mean, replacement?"

"My year is about up. I had the option to extend, but that would require a mandatory three more years with no possibility of an early return. They take your passport and everything. I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" I was fishing.

Simon doesn't fall for my fishing expeditions. He knew what I wanted, or I should say, needed to hear. He grinned and nodded his head.

"Yes, partly because of you. Because I couldn't stand the thought of being without you for 3 years."

I felt embarrassed that I made him say it. It felt so childish, but I needed the reassurance.

"Where were you planning to go?" I had to ask. That time the question was legitimate.

"Back to Kansas City, at least for a couple of weeks."

He could have explained more, but he was teasing me as payback for my fishing.

"A couple of weeks; that's all? What can you do in a couple of weeks?"

"Lots of things. The rest of my stuff gets shipped off tomorrow. The only thing left will be what I can pack in a suitcase. I leave Monday, the 25th."

"Will you let me pick you up at the airport?"

"Why don't you let Martin pick me up at the airport? I need to go by his house to get some of my things, and then I'll have him drop me by your place."

"I don't live in our apartment anymore. I bought a house."

"Yes, I know...in Martin's neighborhood. I've seen a satellite picture of it on the internet."

"You have?! That's not fair!"

Simon placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided my face to his. He closed his eyes and kissed me passionately. It was that same engaging kiss I remembered so well. When his tongue retreated and his lips parted from mine, my head fell back onto the bed and I could feel myself letting go, releasing my inhibitions. I was surrendering again but even more fully than before. In that moment I realized that I was consumed with love for him, and wanted to be forever bound to him...and there is nothing wrong with feeling this way.

Simon watched me intently. His hand moved down to my breast. I instinctively pulled back my shoulders and arched my back. He then ran his hand down my stomach and between my thighs. I parted my legs to give him full access to my dripping wetness. I wanted only to please him.

Simon put his arm around my back to embrace me. He pulled back to look at my face and show me that he had tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Absolutely nothing. This feels so right, it scares me."

He paused for a long time. I could tell he had more to say but he didn't, or couldn't find the words. There was something troubling him, I thought. I wish I could read him like he does everyone else.

Simon switched gears and began making love to me again. I dismissed any questions that were forming in my mind. Simon is coming home and that's all I want to think about now.

Chapter 5

It's the happiest I've been since coming to Dubai last summer. I don't know if I even realized how much I missed her until I saw her sitting in that lobby. How fucking weird was that?!

She looked like a little tourist in her polo shirt and khaki shorts. Her legs were nervously bouncing up and down while she scanned the brochure. She usually does that right after she's had her morning coffee. She wasn't reading the pamphlet, but rather looking for something in particular. I guessed it was either a phone number, or a price.

Her hair was down, and falling to one side of her neck as she hunched forward, reading. It was longer than she used to keep it. Better. Sexier, too. I remember feeling a stir in my jeans when I imagined it brushing against my bare skin. And then my mind went wild with lust. I just had to have her.

I've been in a fog these past two days in the office. I've replayed our two days together over and over in my mind. Sleep has been difficult. I have some new visual aids in my head -- they really helped me to get off last night.

But Jess has become more than a great fuck for me. I didn't intend for my little game with her to end up this way. I just started teasing her at first because it drove her wild. But I started to get a little carried away with the whole thing. Mexico scared the hell out of me. I was beginning to realize how that could become a lifestyle for me. I didn't want to turn out like Martin.

The weird thing was, that half of the stuff we did repulsed me when I thought about it later. The thought of Jess with another man these past few months has made me half insane. I have no idea why I ordered her to fuck Mike. And I never even cared much for anal sex. That was one thing Sarah did very willingly so I had gotten my share of it. I just saw how Jess became more excited at the thought of pushing herself to do it to please me. I didn't have the heart to tell her it didn't matter.  

When Jess began really opening up, trusting me completely and giving herself so freely to me, I had no idea what effect it would have. It made me realize that, that was what I'd wanted my entire adult life; It was what I needed. I need to be with someone who is completely devoted to me. Someone I can trust completely in return. This is the only woman I can marry.

But I still need to come clean with Jess. I need to let her know that I don't have the energy to keep tying her up and coming up with 'lessons'. It's just so exhausting. I don't know how she is going to take that, and I don't want to lose her again. I don't know how to tell her that I would rather just start a family.

I guess I should've been a little nervous about the possibility of being a dad, but I wasn't. In fact, I hope she is pregnant. Then I don't have to say anything. Nature will just take its course. God, I want to have kids...with her...as soon as possible. I've made up my mind that this is who I want to live my life with, and I want to get started. Just the thought is making me hard.

THIS IS CRAZY! What the hell is wrong with me?

"Hey, what's up?" Jeff, again.

"Not much. Ready to be OUT of here."

"Oh, yeah...me, too. We are going to have a BLAST tonight."

I was suddenly hit with the reality that I was going out with Jeff, and I had a date. Jeff mistook my excitement. Thankfully, I've always had a great poker face, and so I didn't show my surprise.

Ordinarily, it wouldn't be a problem to get out of plans with Jeff, but there were girls involved. While Jeff droned on about the conference call he just had, my mind began to search for ways to get out of the mess I'd so artfully gotten myself into. I couldn't think of a way.

"You gave up the keys to the company car today, didn't you?"

I snap back to the conversation, "Yes".

"I'll pick you up, then. We'll just meet them there."

"OK." My mind was racing, but getting nowhere.

"See ya around 8."

With that, Jeff was off, and around the corner.

Chapter 6

My flight back to Kansas City was short. My mind was completely occupied with visions from our previous day. Simon didn't go into work my last day there; instead, he just stayed in my hotel room. We never left the room. We ordered room service and made love, over and over again. It was the most we'd ever done it.

I was a tiny bit disappointed that Simon didn't even attempt to tie me to the bed. I missed the teasing he used to do. It would drive me insane. Usually, by the time he touched me, I was so close to orgasm already, he hardly had to do anything to push me over the edge. Thinking back on it still makes my panties wet.

I wanted so desperately to show him how willing I was to do anything he asked of me, but he never really pushed me. Simon seemed to just want to make love in ordinary ways. If I even tried to remind him that I might -- that we might - get pregnant, he became more determined to do it. The worst part of the plane ride back was the sitting. I was extremely swollen, and sore from our day of romping.

I had taken Friday off, even though I probably didn't have to. That gave me some recovery time from the trip. Coming back was a lot easier because you gain time coming this way. I was still suffering from jet lag, however.

I suppose it's all those movies you watch where the boyfriend dies tragically in an airplane crash on his way to spend eternity with his loved one. We just can't stand the thought of a happy ending. It's just too unreal. This made me very uneasy over the next week. Every day seemed to drag on, and my thoughts of doom turned into a dark obsession. I imagined him getting hit by a car on his way to the airport. God knows those people drive like maniacs! Or I would imagine his plane going down over the ocean. My most dramatic one was of Simon catching a terminal virus on the plane and falling unconscious just moments before I arrived at the hospital. Movie plots are very powerful images in our minds.

One thought that remained through all of these scenarios: I hoped I was pregnant, so I would at least have his child. This irrational line of thinking convinced me to not play catch-up with my pills and just see what transpired. If it's meant to happen, it will, I kept telling myself.

Secretly, I think I prayed for pregnancy.

Chapter 7

Jeff showed up around 8:20pm. He was supposed to be there at 8:00. I had twenty minutes of hoping he wouldn't show up before he knocked at my door.

His hair was still a little wet from the shower, and his shirt stuck to him in places on his back. He probably put on his shirt before he dried off all the way, and then it stuck to him when he sat in the car.

He had already become careless with that relationship, so I could estimate that it was one of his last dates with that girl. He had probably already moved onto another one. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me to find out he fucked a girl earlier this evening and that is the reason for his hasty shower.

"Hey, what's up? You ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Jeff failed to recognize my hesitancy. Subtlety was not his specialty.

"Sorry I'm late, dude. You won't believe what I was doing..."

Really? Try me.

"...I was fucking that chick that shines shoes at the office buildings around town."

Another winner.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She was fucking awesome. If you weren't coming tonight, I would have blown this whole thing off with Kate. I'm getting tired of her, anyway."

"We don't have to go on my account." I carelessly betrayed my anxiousness to get out of it.

"Dude, I wouldn't leave you hanging with a hard-on. You deserve to fuck that little Australian bitch. She wants you bad. I can stand Kate another night."

Great! Thanks, buddy.

We arrived at Carter's for dinner. Katie greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and introduced me (again) to Janet. Jan was around 5'4" tall and had long, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her features were very exotic looking -- you could tell she was a mix of different nationalities, but it was impossible to guess which ones. Maybe Arab and Australian, or something like that. I'm sure she told me the last time we met, but I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. Because of this, I am hesitant to ask any questions, or show any interest intellectually in her, for fear that she will discover how very little I paid attention to what she was saying the last time.

Physical attraction was another matter. As I scanned Jan's appearance, I realized how much she looked like an exotic runway model. More accurately, a runway model turned hooker. Although she was not very tall, her legs were long and slender. This was accentuated by her short mini skirt. Her blouse was very tight, and her tits were pushed upward so that her cleavage was noticeable through the thin material. I could also barely see the outline of her nipples. By any standards she was dressed very provocatively, but especially by Dubai standards.

Her hair was straight and fell halfway down her back. She had healthy confidence in herself. She was completely aware that both men and women were staring at her, but that didn't seem to faze her. I think that was her most attractive quality.

She greeted me very casually. Like Kate, she kissed my cheek but lingered close to my face for a brief moment. The gesture sent an electrical pulse straight down to my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing.

We ordered dinner and drinks. Jan remained quiet for most of the evening, but not because she was shy or reserved, but rather because she doesn't engage in small talk readily. When she does speak, she is very engaging and articulate. Her precise choice of words indicated she was highly intelligent. The combination of slut and scholar worked their magic on me, and with every drink, my inhibitions gave way to thoughts of fucking her.

We decided to walk next door to The Planetarium for more drinks and dancing. Jeff and I had never been to that club because they do not allow single men to enter. Judging by Kate and Jan's gait through the front door, I would guess they'd been there before. There were sofas around the place, and we claimed one of them. It was pure luck and timing, because the place was crowded. Kate towed Jeff to the dance floor, leaving Jan and I alone.

I was trying to find something to say that wouldn't betray me. The alcohol was making my thoughts hazy, and nothing was coming to mind. Jan leaned over, and I craned my neck to hear what she was about to say. Instead, she pressed her lips to mine, shoving her tongue in my mouth. It wasn't a tender kiss, but rather one with urgency. I could feel her tits pressing against my arm, and I wanted to reach out to fondle them, but remembered that we were not alone...and we were not in the States, either.

When she pulled away, I looked around. No one seemed to have noticed our exchange. Crowds can oddly provide lots of privacy.

When Kate and Jeff returned, Jan announced how much she loathed crowds and invited us to come to their apartment. Jeff replied immediately that we would love to go, making it impossible for me to protest. I wouldn't have protested, anyway, but I gladly blamed that on Jeff.

Their apartment wasn't far from the bar, so we piled into Jeff's tiny car and went there. Kate talked practically the whole way there. She reminded me a lot of Sarah. For a moment, I pictured Jeff fucking her in the ass. I wonder if she shuts up then.

Jan was careful to keep her legs together and her knees pointing toward the door instead of toward the center of the vehicle. This put her back toward me. We made very little eye contact in the car. Because of this, I gave very little thought to what I was about to do. I listened to the radio, and to Kate, and didn't think of much else.

They lived in a high-rise apartment complex where they were on the sixth floor. Unlike going to someone's apartment in the States, you can't drink in your own home there unless you have a liquor license. Jeff and I knew only two guys who had licenses. Basically, there was very little reason to go back to one's place except to fuck. I mean, we weren't going to drink milk and play Monopoly.

Kate turned on some music. I didn't recognize the artist, but assumed it was someone from Australia. Jan fetched me a bottle of water. I was looking at a photograph on the counter and when I turned around, Jeff and Kate were behind a closed bedroom door. The pressure was on, as the moment of truth had arrived. I was alone with a woman, in her apartment.

I sat down on the small sofa in the living area, and before I could think about what to do next, Jan was approaching me. She set down her water and stood there facing me. She didn't say a word. Her eyes were locked on mine. In my peripheral vision I noticed her hands moving up and down her chest. At first I didn't want to avert my gaze from hers. But eventually, my eyes were following her hands as they traveled across her body, skimming her clothing.

I was growing harder, and my khakis were beginning to feel uncomfortable as they strained to hold me in. I shifted in my seat and spread my legs to gain some relief. Jan looked down at my bulge and then back up to my eyes. She didn't acknowledge my hard-on with any facial expression. She has more of a poker face than I do.

Her fingers started unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra was black, and the material only came up to just beneath her nipples. Her tits were gorgeous, and large. One of the best boob jobs I'd seen. Her hard nipples peeking above the black lace were begging for attention, but I was frozen in place. I was mesmerized by her cool confidence, and I didn't want to ruin it by taking the lead.

Jan allowed her blouse to fall to the floor but did not remove her bra. The sight of her lingerie was so sexy. She really knew what she was doing, and was in complete control. She ran her fingers over her hard nipples and tweaked them, making them stand even more erect. I instinctively licked my lips as I was imagining sucking on them around that lace.

The song on the CD changed to a slower tune with a very sexy, rhythmic beat. Jan ran her fingers through her hair while she gyrated her hips from side to side. She bent over and placed her hands on my knees while wiggling her ass in the air. Her tits fell farther out of the material and jiggled from side to side with the motion. She then slid her hands down my thighs toward my hard-on. I leaned back a little, anticipating her touch, but she simply ran her hands back up toward my knees. She repeated this a few times. The teasing was killing me. I could feel my pre-cum seeping out and it would soon be visible through my pants, I was sure. She finally touched my bulge on the fourth pass, paying no special attention to it; lightly running her fingers past it as if it were my knee or some other random body part.

I expected to see a wicked grin on her face or some indication that this was a game she enjoyed playing. There was nothing. Her eyes remained piercing, and her expression completely serious. I am adept at observation and can read most anyone. I couldn't read her at all. She was a complete enigma to me.

My breathing was getting heavier and I was beginning to grow impatient with her game. I wanted to fuck her more than I'd ever wanted to fuck anyone. It took all of my will power, all of my self-control, not to throw her onto the floor. I started trying to concentrate on something else. I listened intently to the music, trying to take my mind off of Jan.

Jan stood upright and gripped the sides of her skirt. She very slowly slid her skirt up her thighs to reveal no panties and a clean-shaven pussy. Once her skirt was bunched around her waist, she slid her right hand down and cupped her pussy in it. Her head tilted back and she let go a moan. This was the first sign of emotion she had let out all night. She spread her legs and shoved her finger up inside. She finger-fucked herself for several seconds and then withdrew her finger. Even in the dim lighting I could see her middle finger was wet. She leaned forward and pressed her wet finger to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her juices off her finger. She was sweet and buttery at the same time. I wanted to taste more of her, but I knew she would make me wait.

For the first time, I started to raise my arms. I wanted to touch her, fondle her, finger her. She looked somewhat offended and pushed my hands down while she swiftly straddled my lap, pinning my hands to the sofa with her knees. I could smell her sweet cunt now. Her spread legs released her scent and betrayed her excitement. I knew she could smell it, too.




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Jan pressed her chest forward so that her erect nipples were in my face. I slowly stuck out my tongue and approached one of them. All the while, watching her expression and asking for permission. Finally my tongue reached her skin. I started flicking it back and forth wildly. Her nipples stood completely erect and grew harder. I wrapped my mouth around it and sucked it loudly. She shifted her weight so my head moved to the other side. I repeated the process. Each suck, lick, and slurp, became more frenzied, until I was biting her nipples.

"Yesssssssss." She hissed.

It was obvious she liked it a little rough. It was also obvious that she liked to dictate the action. She would change sides and rock back and forth, or jiggle her breasts to create a certain sensation. She leaned back on her butt, pulling her tits out of reach of my mouth. She slid both of her hands down between her legs and pulled apart her outer lips to expose her clit. It was pink and erect. Her wetness was glistening where she had spread her juices from earlier. She smelled fantastic. I couldn't decide which I wanted to do more: eat her or fuck her.

I gave in and laid my head back on the sofa. My eyes closed and I found myself pleading with her.

"Please...please, stop. I can't take it anymore."

In a low, husky whisper, she said, "What do you want?"

Her hands moved from her pussy lips to my cock and she began rubbing me through my pants, hard. I started to moan. I was very close to coming.

I wanted to reply to her question, but my mind went blank when she began stroking me. I felt my pants begin to loosen and I opened my eyes to discover she had them unbuttoned and unzipped. My dick was poking out of the top of my underwear with pre-cum all over the head.

Jan expertly wrapped her fingers around my shaft beneath my underwear and began stroking it. Her manicured nails would scrape along the base occasionally, giving me a warning that she could hurt me if necessary. Her other hand cupped my balls through the material.

She pulled my underwear down as far as possible without leaving my lap, exposing most of my cock. I admired how hard it was, and red from all the teasing. Jan shifted her weight from her butt to her knees and scooted backward off of my lap. She retrieved her purse, which was on the end table, and fished around for a brief moment before producing a condom. Her attention was back on me. Her hands gripped the waistband of my pants and she began pulling them down to the floor. I didn't dare move my hands to help her. I had just regained some blood flow to them after she had been kneeling on them for so long. She left my pants around my ankles, keeping me bound in a sitting position.

She ripped open the package and placed the tip off the condom in her mouth. She bent over my cock and took it into her mouth, pushing the condom downward onto my shaft. She finished unrolling it downward with her fingers as she went back to straddling my legs. Then she leaned forward until her pussy was positioned over my cock. She firmly gripped my shaft and ran it in circles around the opening of her cunt, spreading all her juices onto the head of the condom. Very deliberately, she sat down so that I was slowly sinking into her warm, wet cunt. The condom served as a method to dull the sensation somewhat, and I was relieved. Otherwise, I would have likely come right away.

She controlled the motion and the rhythm. I kept rhythm with her body and thrusted upward whenever her movement allowed. The tempo increased, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I came violently, banging my head backward against the sofa. Jan only paused for a few moments before gyrating her hips again. She brought her knees up and used her legs to control the up-and-down movement. She could do this much more swiftly with the added help of her leg muscles, and only after a short break, I started to grow firmer inside her.

She held the base of my cock and the condom in place, while she fucked me. The slapping of her butt on my thighs made a loud noise and I wondered for a second what Jeff and Kate thought of it all. The thought didn't linger long, however, as I was approaching my second climax.

I wasn't alone; Jan was close to having an orgasm, too. Her face became contorted and her ability to control the movement was gone. I pulled my hands up from the sofa and gripped her waist so that I could thrust deep inside her. That wasn't enough; I wanted to go deeper. I squeezed Jan's waist harder and hoisted her backward onto the floor, with me on top of her. We barely missed a stroke. I began pounding hard, drilling deep inside her. I could feel the head of my cock ramming the back of her cunt with each stroke.

Jan cried out. There were no words, just sounds. She was having a powerful orgasm. Her arms were flailing about, gripping the carpet, and my shoulders. My arms were wrapped underneath her thighs, holding her knees upward to gain better leverage. I managed to ram my dick into her wet cunt a few more strokes before coming.

We laid there for a few minutes, panting. I reached down to the base of the condom, careful to hold it in place while I withdrew. I hadn't used a condom in awhile, but I was very experienced at using them from my college days. The last thing I need from her is either a disease or a baby.

It was a bit of a challenge holding the condom in one hand, while pulling up my pants with the other, but I managed. I walked it into the restroom and dispensed the contents into the toilet before wrapping it in tissue. I would have just thrown it away, but I had heard that some women trapped men by later retrieving it and dispensing the semen into their vagina to get pregnant.

I peed while I was in there and my senses started returning. The blood flow was re-routing to my brain, and I had this sudden urge to flee the scene of the crime. When I reappeared, Jan was completely dressed. She brushed past me and went into the bathroom without a word. I presumed she was going to get cleaned up.

I had a choice at this point. I could wait around for her to return and make small talk before I spent the night in her bed. Or I could simply walk out the door, down the hallway to the stairs, and take a cab home. Obviously, the former choice is the right one. It's not the choice I went with.

Even at 1:00am, cabs weren't too difficult to find. The bars stayed open for two more hours and so many of them were just sitting idle, waiting for 3:00am to arrive. I contemplated my decision to flee only after I was riding in the backseat of that cab, watching the early morning face of Dubai as it whipped past my window. No other possibility would have been comfortable. I was already feeling guilty, and it was just going to get worse the more sober I became.

My thoughts shifted to more introspective criticism. In all my years of dating, I'd never cheated on any girlfriend. Lying and cheating are two pet-peeves of mine. I suppose my dear mother has something to do with that. I didn't want to be treated that way; I saw what it did to my dad, and so I wouldn't treat anyone else that way. Jess really doesn't deserve this. What made me do something so outrageously out-of-character for me?

I would like to think that I was seduced, and leave it at that. But I don't really believe people can be totally seduced. Anyway, I knew it was on my mind even before we left the club. In fact, it was before that. Even before dinner, I had been fantasizing about fucking some stranger.

It dawned on me finally, that I was a little nervous about settling down. I would be with just one woman for the rest of my life. No matter how much I may love this person, it made me panic thinking about giving up any chance of having wild, unadulterated sex with a random person....kind of like tonight.

My mind wandered again to visions of Jan writhing on my lap. I wasn't as turned-on by the thought of it, anymore. I decided that I would rather make love to Jess once, than fuck Jan every day for a month.

The cab arrived close enough to my apartment and I paid the driver. He was Pakistani and didn't speak very good English, but I think I managed to pay the right amount. I didn't really care at that point. That cab had just saved me from a disaster, and I would have given that driver all of my dirham.

I collapsed onto my own bed after a long, hot shower. It was 3:10am. I slept straight through until the afternoon. Just before drifting off, I briefly considered whether or not I would tell Jess about it. It was a very brief thought. Guilt is an emotion I can't embrace.

Chapter 8

Simon sent me an e-mail Monday morning, the 25th, letting me know that he wouldn't be leaving until the next day. I almost missed the e-mail because it came from a foreign e-mail address, and my spam blocker grabbed it. The subject line of the notification caught my eye. It read, Daddy is coming home tomorrow. I thought that sounded a little unusual for spam, so I decided to open it. Simon has a pretty sick sense of humor sometimes.

Martin delivered Simon Tuesday night. I was surprised that Martin didn't come up to the house or anything. He was gone by the time I got to the front door. We weren't all that close or anything, but we did share a very important mutual friend.

I started to cry again when Simon lifted me off my feet with his hug. I hadn't been able to rest until he was safe and sound on the ground. The relief just opened up a flood gate of emotion.

"I took tomorrow off. It is an automatic holiday since it is my birthday."

"Oh, yeah. Oh, Jess...I completely lost track of the time. I didn't get you anything."

"No, no, no...Simon, don't worry about it. Your being here is present enough for me."

Simon didn't appear to think about it another second. His eyes were scanning the room and peering past me into the kitchen.

"Are you ready for a tour?"

"Yep."

I walked him through the entire house trying to read his face for clues. I wanted his approval. I wanted him to like it enough to want to live there with me.

"I like it."

I couldn't tell how enthusiastic he was about it. He didn't emphasize the words or anything when he said them. I started to wonder what he didn't like about it.

"It's big. And it's empty."

I started to blush a little. "I know...I feel real guilty about all the space and I haven't had a chance to buy furniture to fill all the bedrooms."

Simon shrugged, "It doesn't matter if the rooms have furniture if there isn't anyone to occupy them."

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know where he was going with the conversation.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"11:35"

"I'm exhausted. Can we just go to bed and talk tomorrow?"

"Sure."

I was a little put-off by his abrupt end to our chit-chat. He seemed a little distant, and I couldn't figure out how he felt about the house. Even though my mind was racing with questions and I was excited about seeing him, the constant worrying I had been doing the past week made me tired all of a sudden.

Maybe I am imagining all of this. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I can be so negative sometimes.

The next morning, I woke up around 9. Simon was still sleeping soundly. I laid there watching him sleep for some time. The rhythm of his breathing was very soothing. I needed to get up and use the restroom, however, and began making my move off the bed. Simon stirred and lifted his head, but just rolled over and went back to sleep. I was surprised he didn't try to stop me from exiting without asking permission.

I started to think about our previous lifestyle. It worked fine in our confined apartment space, but it would be difficult to maintain such a routine in a spread as large as my house. There were just too many windows throughout the house, facing too many other houses in that very conservative neighborhood. I tried to examine my feelings about changing the basis of our relationship. I couldn't imagine life with Simon in any other way. I loved our way of life. I will find some way to make it work again.

I made coffee and poured myself some cereal. Judging from Simon's appearance in bed, he wasn't going to be ready to get up until lunchtime.

I decided to make some beef stew and let it simmer in the crock pot. Usually Simon chose what fare we would eat, but I already had the ingredients in my refrigerator. I had intended to cook it Sunday, but completely forgot. Now I had to cook the meat or it would spoil. I could always just refrigerate it and take it to work for lunch.

I sneaked into the bedroom several times to see if he was stirring. He never moved a muscle. I was in the middle of watching my recording of CBS Sunday Morning on my DVR when I heard the shower running. I glanced at the clock; it was 2:00pm.

My heart rate started to pick-up. I couldn't tell if I was anxious, or excited. Probably a little of both. I didn't know if I should go into the bathroom and greet him, or give him some privacy and wait for him to come into the living room. All of these were questions that brought to light the fact that we hadn't lived together in almost a year. We weren't complete strangers, but we lacked a routine.

I was watching the last segment of my show when Simon walked into the living room. His hair was wet, but his body was fully dried, and he was dressed. He bent over and kissed me on the lips.

"Good morning, baby. I sure have missed you."

"I've missed you, too. How did you sleep?"

"Good. It's going to take me awhile to adjust to the time difference, I think. What is that smell?"

"Oh, its beef stew. It's probably done by now; do you want some?"

"God, I'm starving...YES." Simon's pace toward the kitchen quickened.

"I'll get some for you, baby. You should sit down and rest." I had to yell the last sentence as he was already several strides into the kitchen.

"No, that's silly. I'll get it. You finish watching your show."

I could hear him opening different cabinets until he found the bowls.

"Baby, do you want me to bring you a bowl of stew?"

I paused for a moment to think, "Sure."

This was definitely different than our usual routine, but it still felt very familiar, very right.

Simon walked into the living room with both bowls of stew and set them down on the coffee table.

"Water?"

"Yes, please." I always drank water with my meals. He remembered.

He went back into the kitchen for our drinks and returned a moment later. My immediate reaction was to stop the playback of my recording and hand him the remote. I moved my hand toward the remote, but Simon's words stopped me.

"Let's just finish watching this, sweetie."

I couldn't remember him using so many terms of endearment for me. It was a change that I could get used to real quick. Then at a random time during our lunch he just matter-of-factly said, "I love you, baby."

I know my surprise showed, but I didn't hesitate to respond.

"I love you, too."

Where is all this coming from?

Chapter 9

Martin showed up at the airport like he promised. I was half-surprised to see him there. It was one thing to make plans for one night, but then to change it only a day in advance...well, you never know what Martin might have planned.

I only had one small suitcase to retrieve from baggage claim. In it were a couple of shirts, three pairs of shorts, two pairs of shoes, one pair of khaki pants, underwear, and socks. I thought about burning the khakis. My last memory of wearing them was one I would rather forget.

After a brief guy hug in front of the baggage carousel, Martin got right to the point.

"So, what's the plan for tonight? I thought we could hit the bars in Westport."

"I'll be taking a rain check on that. I need to stop by your place to get some stuff, and then I thought you could drop me off at Jess's."

Martin's mind was working on an alternate plan. I'd seen this scheming face before. I knew it all too well.

Martin pulled his cell phone from his pocket and speed dialed someone. I knew who it was before he spoke.

"Hey, I know I told you I was going out, but plans have changed. Can we meet at your place in an hour?"..."Good. See you then."..."You, too."..."Bye."

Unless I was very mistaken, he was talking to Jill. Furthermore, she told him she loved him, and he just responded with the standard guy response of, You, too. This is the only acceptable response when your buddy is listening.

Martin turned to look my way and I just shook my head.

"Dude, what are you doing, living with Teresa?"

"I don't even want to hear it."

I knew why Martin was with Teresa, but he would never admit it. He liked the way people looked at him with Teresa on his arm. He felt it gave him more respect from business partners and customers when they saw this gorgeous young woman living with Martin. He bragged about her all the time. He never passed up the opportunity to mention that she was only 24 years old. He had a provocative photo of her framed, and sitting on his desk. It was gut-wrenching. Not just because Teresa was repulsive to me -- because of her personality -- but also because Martin was just that shallow and weak.

I talked to Martin about Teresa's expectations. She thought they would be married by then. When I would ask Martin if he planned to marry her, he always replied that he probably would, but he wasn't sure when. The more truthful answer would have been: Not until, or unless, it helps my career. His situation with Teresa was nothing more than a career strategy. And his relationship with her was only valuable if it fed his shallow ego.

It wasn't always like that. Martin was working at his first financing company when he met Teresa. She was their Receptionist. She hardly eked out a living. She was also young, and naïve. This was the perfect formula for Martin to sweep Teresa off her feet.

Martin had all sorts of grand plans about starting his own business and making it big. Teresa listened intently with wide eyes. She had her own dreams: a big white wedding, a large house, and lots of children. In those first few months, while they lived in my home in Lenexa, their relationship was definitely in the honeymoon phase.

Like all relationships, theirs was very sexual at first. Teresa was eager to please Martin and so she embraced all of Martin's fetishes. And he has plenty. Martin mistook this for submissiveness, instead of desperateness. Teresa was desperate to find a husband so she didn't have to work. She graduated college with a degree in Marketing which proved to be pretty useless for her.

Martin got lucky, falling into a business opportunity that would eventually land him his own company. Teresa's gamble paid-off. She quit her job to become full-time housekeeper for Martin.

On the one hand, Martin loved the idea of Teresa living in his home, cooking and cleaning for him. On the other hand, he lost all remaining respect for her. He started working late at the office -- both because it was necessary when starting a new business, and because he needed a break from Teresa.

That's when we met Jill. Martin and I were at O'Dowd's on The Plaza one night. This bubbly redhead was standing next to the bar behind me. She started laughing and backed-up into me, spilling my drink on the floor. It wasn't a big deal but she felt terrible about it. She bought me another drink and then we just all fell into conversation. Jill was so easy to talk to, and so lively.

Jill stands about 5'2" and has a very slender, but athletic build. That night she was wearing a blue sweater and jeans. She had this amazing red hair that bounced every time she talked, like it had a life all its own. She wasn't the type I was particularly attracted to, but I was drawn to her energy.




Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 02



She slipped me her phone number. She said to call her if the stains didn't come out of my shirt.

I dismissed the gesture, but Martin wouldn't let it go. He insisted that Jill wanted to go out on a date with me, and that I should call her and do just that. I wanted to shut him up on the subject, so I called her to prove him wrong.

He was right, however, and Jill and I went out that weekend. I can't remember exactly where we went, but I remember that we drank way too much wine. We ended up back at Martin's house, fumbling around under the covers. Drunken sex is not necessarily good sex.

Our ability to laugh about it the next day in front of Martin, sealed our friendship. We decided that we could be much better friends than lovers.

Martin waited until later to pump me for details about our fumbled sex. I couldn't remember much, and his line of questioning was downright bizarre. It became clear to me that he was highly attracted to her and was intent on asking her out.

I expected their relationship to be brief, if she dated him at all. I never expected them to end up falling in love.

In truth, I think Teresa hates me as much for bringing Jill into their home as she does for the whole Sarah thing. Now she can't stand it that I know about Martin and Jill, and that I know she knows about Martin and Jill. It is all too humiliating for her.

"So, here's the story. As far as Teresa is concerned, we are still going out tonight. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure. That's no problem. Listen, there's something I want to tell you."

"What? You look so serious; what is it?"

"I'm going to ask Jess to marry me."

"Really?! Tonight?"

"Hopefully...I don't know."

"Holy shit! Well, it's about time. Congratulations, man."

"Thanks. I don't know when for sure, so don't say anything to Jill or Teresa about it. Okay?"

"No problem."

This was a problem, however. Martin had never been known for his discretion. In fact, if you want the whole world to know something, tell Martin. He'll spread the news in no time. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice but to tell him at that moment. I doubted we would have the opportunity to be alone again for a long time. Besides, I've known Martin for most of my life, and he deserved to hear it first from me.

My only salvation was that neither Jill nor Teresa had Jess's phone number, so there was little chance of her hearing it from anyone Martin would tell.

After retrieving some items from boxes in Martin's basement, we left the house for Jess's. Or according to Teresa, we left for Westport. In Jess's driveway, I asked Martin not to come inside. I didn't trust him to not do something really stupid, like blurt out Congratulations. He has done far stupider things.

Once inside Jess's house, my mind began to reel. I was tired beyond belief, and I couldn't think straight. The ring was in the duffle bag I brought from Martin's house. I had shipped it in one of my boxes some time ago, even before I saw Jess in Dubai. Buying it was a real gamble because I didn't know if Jess was even still unattached. When Teresa told me she saw Jess with a man, my heart sank. I tucked the ring in a box with a bunch of other stuff, and never opened it again.

Now I need to talk to Jess about so many important things. But I was too tired to form the right words. It would have to wait.

Chapter 10

We finished lunch, and I collected the dishes and took them into the kitchen while Simon surfed the onscreen cable guide. Lunch just seemed to make him tired, again. He was yawning a lot and he looked miserable. I guess it would be the middle of the night for him, if he were in Dubai still. I hate jet lag.

I heard him mutter from the other room, "Oh, Fuck!" Then he yelled into me, "Happy Birthday, baby!"

I walked into the living room with a big smile on my face. I bent over and kissed him.

"Thank you, sweetheart! This is my best birthday, ever."

"I still feel real bad about not buying you a present."

"Please don't worry about it. Anyway, I can think of something you could give me."

"Oh, yeah, what?"

I had started planning it the previous night, in bed, before I fell asleep. I knew he would feel bad about my birthday. I walked down the hall to the bedroom and found my key necklace in my jewelry box. This could be my way of letting him know that I was completely comfortable with our previous way of life, and most willing to go back to our routine. I clasped my fist around it and walked back to Simon.

"Hold out your hand."

Simon did so obediently and I released the necklace into his waiting palm. His bright expression turned very serious as he stared at his palm. His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"You still have it."

I nodded, "Of course I do. Those days were the happiest of my life."

I started stroking his hair and I noticed that he now looked sad. In fact, he looked like he was about to cry. I chalked it up to his feelings about leaving our life behind for Dubai.

"Put it on me."

I turned my back toward him but could see his reflection in the windows. He hesitated for a few moments as if he were contemplating what to do. Then he opened the clasp, lifted the necklace over my head, and re-fastened it around my neck.

"There. All is right again in my world."

I spun back around and hugged and kissed him. He barely reciprocated. He must be tired.

~

My mind was racing in circles. Now is definitely the time to talk about this with Jess. How can I tell her that I don't want our relationship to be like it used to? I never really told her the complete truth about the necklace, even. That fucking, Martin!

Fuck, fuck, fuck ME!

"Jess, we need to talk about the necklace."

Jess's hand grabbed the key and she held it in her fingers.

"What is it? What's the matter?"

I could see by her expression that she was completely misreading me. But then again, she couldn't possibly guess what I needed to say to her, and I am pretty good at masking my feelings.

"I don't want you to wear it, anymore."

Tears started to well-up in Jess's eyes and I could tell I had just said the wrong thing. Or I said it in the wrong way. My brain was in such a fog, still.

"Why not?" Her voice quivered.

"It's not what you think. Not for a bad reason."

It was too late; tears started streaming down her face as she reached behind her neck to unclasp it.

"Baby, please. Stop crying...it's OK."

To Jess's credit, she doesn't get over reactive like a lot of women I've dated. She is pretty rational. This, however, took her off guard and I could tell by her reaction, she was really sensitive on the subject.

"Don't...I'm..." I couldn't find the words to say what I wanted. I was tired and nervous about how the conversation might end. Our future together was pretty much riding on it.

Jess's eyes were darting all over the place; from my face, to the television, the floor, back to my face, again. She was nervous, and her mind was racing wildly. God only knows where her thoughts are off to. I had to think of a way to ease her mind.

"Baby, look at me. I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I love you. This isn't about that."

"I don't understand. I love you, too. We can make it work here like we did at the apartment. I know we can. I felt really strange about it before, and it took me some time to get over the thought of living an alternative lifestyle, but I want to live that lifestyle. I really do, Simon."

I was stunned at what I was hearing. This conversation is a complete disaster. I wanted to just say, But I don't want to live that way. I couldn't do it.

"Shhhhhhh, come here."

I put my arms around her and started kissing her lips. I didn't want to hear any more about it. I just wanted to focus on something positive. I pressed my lips harder onto hers parting them so my tongue could slide inside. My right hand slid down to her breast.

Suddenly Jess pulled away and looked at me, holding me at arms length.

"There's something I need to tell you. Those days in Dubai, when we had unprotected sex, I don't think there is much chance of me being pregnant. I mean, it was right after my period, and I wasn't ovulating yet or anything. But now would be different. I never went back on the pill."

As she spoke, I could feel myself growing harder. She might as well have said, Come fuck me, you big stud. This could be my salvation.

I started kissing Jess's neck and unbuttoning her blouse. My hand reached in to find a braless breast waiting for me. I had to admit that our old lifestyle did have its perks. My fingers ran over her nipples one at a time until they were standing erect. Her breathing became labored as I firmly kissed her neck. When my lips were next to her ear, I whispered.

"What if I don't want to wear a condom?"

"Ummmm...I don't...know."

"What if I told you I really want you to get pregnant?"

Jess's head snapped upright and she was more coherent.

"You're serious about having children, aren't you?"

"I'm dead serious." I pulled away and looked at her. "I didn't think about it before you mentioned that you missed taking some pills in Dubai. But now I've thought about it a lot. I just turned 34 this year. Besides...You love kids, I love kids. We've talked about it before.

"Anyway, tell me this...if you are so opposed to it, why didn't you take your pills when you got back home?"

I could tell by her flushed cheeks that I had caught her. She wanted to have kids. I hoped she wanted them more than she wanted to cling to a lifestyle I couldn't share with her. Before she changed her mind, I decided it was time to put Plan B into action.

~

Simon swiftly pulled my legs so that I slid farther down the sofa, and then positioned himself on top of me. My blouse fell open and he didn't waste any time wrapping his warm, wet mouth around my erect nipples. Even after as much sex as we'd had in our time together, this simple act still felt amazing to me.

I could feel a sense of urgency in Simon this time. He was wild with desire, and hard as a rock. I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him, but when I even tried to make a motion toward his shorts, he stopped my hand. He managed to get us both undressed without my assistance. He then slid down the sofa and began licking my pussy.

I can't resist his touch, the warmth of his tongue and mouth on my clit. Just before I started to orgasm, Simon stopped licking me and positioned himself over me. He slid in very slowly. I could feel myself about to tip over the edge in what was about to be the most wonderful, powerful orgasm.

He was engorged and about to come. I'm not even sure what sent him that close to climax so quickly.

We came at the same time. That doesn't happen very often for us. It takes some careful observation and maneuvering to time it just right. Simon could do both of those things well.

Simon stayed inside of me while he stroked my hair and kissed me gently on the cheeks and lips. I tried to move to see what time it was.

"Don't...move. Just for a few minutes more, baby."

I could tell that our lovemaking just about took the last of Simon's energy. He looked so tired. I guessed it was about 4:30. The sun was streaming in the windows and I was starting to sweat with Simon lying on top of me. I was also starting to feel a little sleepy.

"Why don't we move into the bedroom and take a nap?"

"Just a couple more minutes."

It dawned on me that he was trying to increase the chances of getting pregnant by staying inside longer. This felt so wrong to me all of a sudden.

I mean, I wanted to be with Simon. I wanted to marry Simon, to be completely truthful...and I wanted to have his children. But in that order. Not children first. I tried to think back on past conversations we had about marriage. I couldn't recall him talking about it much. We did talk about kids; we talked about commitment...but not marriage. What kind of relationship does he have in mind for us?

Simon pulled back and stood up, extending his hand out to help me up. We climbed into bed and he rolled me over so my back was to him. Then he wrapped his arms around me and fell asleep. I laid there for awhile, wishing I had stopped at the bathroom before we climbed into bed. I'm sure Simon planned it this way.

Chapter 11

I woke up before Simon. He was no longer wrapped around me, so I took advantage of the freedom to run to the bathroom.

I sat there and thought about everything that had happened. Pregnancy was such an appealing thought when I thought Simon might be killed in a plane crash. I had these grand, romantic visions of raising his love child on my own. I had seen it in the movies a thousand times.

But sitting there on the toilet, feeling his semen slowly leak out of me, felt like no movie I had watched. The reality of it was far less romantic. In fact, it felt a little more like a horror flick. How could I have gotten so wrapped-up in the fantasy?

I always assumed we would get married, but is that because that's what happens in the movies? Simon never talked about marriage. Suddenly I can see myself raising a little boy on my own, while his daddy is off in another country, again...working. Of course it has to be a boy to be a constant reminder of his dad to me (just like the movies.) I could picture endless days of going to work and then coming home to take care of my baby. If I thought it was difficult to meet people now, it would be impossible to get married after I already had an illegitimate child. God, what have I done?!

Wait a minute...I'm not pregnant, yet. My rational voice came back to me and I remembered that I'd just had unprotected sex one time. Well, I had it more than that while in Dubai, but I don't think I could've gotten pregnant then. I just need to keep Simon at bay for another few days.

That's easier said than done.

~

The sound of water in the distance was the first thing I noticed consciously. I opened my eyes and stretched. Jess was gone. I shut my eyes again and listened. The water running was not the shower or the sink...it sounded like the dishwasher or the washing machine. Judging from the length of time it takes for the water to fill, it must be the washing machine.

I scramble to the edge of the bed and look toward the corner of the room. I held my breath for a moment, but quickly spotted my duffle bag sitting there, unopened. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I didn't want Jess to accidentally stumble onto the tiny box inside the pocket there while looking for dirty clothes of mine to throw into the washer. I'm not ready, yet.

I thought this was going to be easier. I thought every girl wanted to settle down and get married. I never imagined that I would have to resort to this. It isn't right. I can't force her into a life she doesn't want.

Jess appeared in the doorway.

"I'm doing laundry; do you have some clothes you need washed?"

I nodded.

"Next load is all yours, then."

Jess disappeared around the corner quickly. I could tell something was definitely wrong. Her tone was distant, and her less-than-friendly greeting felt downright cold.

I've disappointed her. I'm not the same...we are not the same as we were a year ago. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach.

I got up and found my clothes lying over the end of the footboard. I can pick up a hint. She's pushing me away. It's alright; I won't be here much longer anyway. I'm due at my new job in Dallas in another week and a half. I should just head down there and get settled, anyway.

I don't know what made me think things were going to be different.

~

As I walked down the hall toward the kitchen and laundry room, I felt like I might throw-up. I knew if I stood there in the doorway too long, Simon would just want me to climb into bed with him. I would've too. It was impossible for me to resist him.

I love him so much that it breaks my heart to walk away, but I have to. Having a baby would be a big mistake, I can see that now.

I kept repeating that mantra in my head to convince myself that it was true. My romantic notions were still there, just below the surface. My inner desire to play out the drama as an unmarried, pregnant woman was still somewhat appealing, even if the reality wasn't.

I heard Simon's footsteps approaching. The sound was muffled when his bare feet reached the carpet. I heard the television come on, and then the creak of the sofa as he plopped down. I was glad I was alone in the kitchen because I could hardly hide my disappointment. He'd only been back for one day; he was supposed to not be able to live one second without me.

When I walked into the living room, I found Simon sprawled out on the sofa. No room for me to sit next to him. He waved his hand at me and continued watching television. He might as well have ripped out my heart and thrown it on the table. He was blowing me off.

The sound of the washer stopping was my queue to exit the living room. The air was thick, and I needed to breathe. I just went on auto-pilot -- placing all the clothes in the dryer, and setting the temperature. I decided to yell into the living room rather than walking back into that uncomfortable space.

"You want to bring me the clothes you need washed?"

I was aware of how distant my voice sounded only after the words were already out. I couldn't think of a way to recover, so I stepped into the living room to try and warm them with a smile. Simon was already off the sofa and in the bedroom. I didn't even know if he heard me speak. He could have anticipated my question when I left the room.

On the other hand, he could be in the bathroom. I'll wait a couple of minutes to see if he returns.

~

I was standing up when Jess called in from the laundry room. Her ice cold tone sent me walking quickly into the bedroom. The quicker I get out of here, the better.

Before opening the main zippered compartment of my duffle bag, I ran my hand down the side to feel the bulge of the hard ring box. It's still there. I shouldn't have a hard time pawning it when I get to Dallas.

I unzipped the main compartment and the stench of the khakis hit me right away. In my state of latent guilt, I had wadded-up the pants and shoved them into the bag before going to bed that night. I pulled them up and held them in front of me. The crotch of the pants revealed the blatant evidence of that night.

My hands dropped down to my lap and my mind began to wander. It all seemed like a distant dream. As I looked down at the stains, the visual images of Jan's blank expression and her sexual prowess took me back to Dubai.

I was snapped back to the present by a touch on my shoulder.

"Jan-Jess!"

It came out sounding like one word. I could hardly believe my own ears. The J sound started to leave my lips before my mind could engage.

My facial expression was betraying me every second that Jess looked down at me. I could feel my cheeks start to flush when I noticed Jess's eyes staring at the stained khakis in my hand.

~

Simon seemed to be gone for a long time, so I walked down the hallway to see where he had gone. From the doorway of the bedroom, I could see his feet poking out from behind the bed. He was sitting on the floor in front of his duffle bag.

I stood in the doorway for several seconds, waiting for Simon to get up, but he didn't move. Then I walked toward him, but he seemed to be deep in thought, staring down at his clothes. I finally bent over to touch him on the shoulder.




Perspectives Series: Martin



Author Notes:

The Perspectives Series was created as a study of how our perception of people and events is largely influenced by our point of view. As you read the distinct stories of these characters, and become more invested in their lives, your perception of them and their situations will likely change. 

There are four novels in this collection, with the first volume being split into two distinct parts: 

Volume One: Jess (Part One, Part Two)
Volume Two: Martin
Volume Three: Jill
Volume Four: Teresa

Together, these stories are about the intertwined journey of several ordinary people as they struggle through relationships, personal revelations, conflict, and unplanned life events. The characters are purely fictional, but familiar, nonetheless. 

This was my first attempt at writing some years ago. My writing style has evolved somewhat since, as I've established a distinct style and cadence. Rather than rewriting these volumes, I've decided to just dust them off and release them as they were written. It's not my best work, but the stories are interesting enough, I think. 

Categorizing these stories for Literotica has been difficult because they span everything from mild BDSM, to Exhibitionism/Voyeur; from Anal, to Erotic Couplings, and Romance. I've tried to place each story appropriately, as best I could. In addition, these volumes do not have to be read in any particular order, nor is it necessary to read all of them. They are standalone novels/novellas. 

Perspectives Series: Martin is about a philandering Voyeur who starts his own business, becomes successful, meets the right woman, and finally grows up. It is not a heavy read, however. It's full of interesting situations and lots of sex. I've decided to categorize this novel under Exhibitionism/Voyeur. I could just as easily file this story under any number of other categories. 

Warning: Voyeurism, group sex, swapping, M/F/F, workplace sexual harassment 

As always, I hope you enjoy these tales. Feel free to comment, and/or send feedback. And, thanks for all your support!





Perspectives Series: Martin



Ordinarily, I would be dying to leave and get on with it. But this display was too good to be true. It was as good as sex. Hell, better than some sex I'd had. We ate dinner and had another bottle of wine. I noticed that the waiters were taking turns walking by our table to get a better look at her. It was nearing time to leave when I made up my mind. I'm not going to just take her home and fuck her. I want to keep seeing her. 

I drove her home and as she was about to open her front door, I stopped her.

"Listen, I had a good time tonight. Did you?"

"Yeah. I had a great time. What's the matter? Aren't you coming in?"

"I can't believe I'm going to say this but, no, I'm not. It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I want this to be more than a one-night-stand. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah?" She smiled and looked down.

"I want to see you again. Would that be OK?"

"That would be great."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow night." 

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I instantly regretted the decision when I felt her mounds pressing against my chest. 

"God, I can't wait for tomorrow already." I didn't even realize I said it out loud.

"I know what you mean." She turned and unlocked and opened her door. I thought she was going to just pull me inside. Instead, she turned back toward me and said, "See you tomorrow."

She backed into her apartment and shut the door. I don't know how long I stood on that landing. As I was leaving, I noticed that she didn't live in a very nice apartment complex. It was pretty old and rundown. I decided that she couldn't continue living there. It just wasn't safe.

The next morning I had to seriously urge Sarah to go ahead and make the offer. She wanted to wait until Monday for some reason. I reasoned with her that it wasn't fair to keep people waiting, and that Teresa really wanted the job. Besides, with her qualifications, she was likely to have another offer over the weekend. 

Sarah came through, and by 3:00pm she informed me that Teresa had accepted our offer and would be coming in Monday to sign paperwork and get started. I hid my excitement with professionalism. 

"That's good news. I will have a lot of work for her very shortly. Thanks for your efforts, Sarah. She is a good choice."

I was the one who really made the choice, but if I made Sarah believe it was her decision, it would be easier to hide our affair. 

That evening I showed up at her apartment with a bouquet of yellow roses and a Congratulations card. She was wearing a short dress that hugged her body.

"Thank you, Martin. They're beautiful."

"No, you're beautiful. I take that back...the flowers are pretty, you're gorgeous."

Teresa smiled and leaned in to hug and kiss me. She pulled away and said, "I need to put these in water. Do you want to come inside for a minute?"

"No. Bring them with us. We'll do it later."

I didn't want to see her apartment. Everything I knew about this mystical creature could be ruined with one look at her domain. It could wait. I wanted the magic to last a bit longer.

Our dinner experience was similar to the night before. All eyes were on her, and I took a certain pride in sitting beside her.

"Tell me what else you do for fun, Martin. Do you have any hobbies or anything?"

"Uh, well...photography and video editing is sort of a hobby of mine."

"What do you take pictures of?"

"Nude women, mostly." I wanted to test the waters. It was amazing how many chicks got turned-on by this.

"Oh." She giggled and looked at me to see if I was kidding. 

I laughed. I decided I wasn't ready to be completely truthful. 

She changed the subject. "So, we never got around to talking about how you went from Electrical Engineering to mortgage loans. That seems like an odd switch."

"I don't know. I've always had good business sense and so this is a natural fit for me. I don't intend to work for someone else for very much longer." I confessed.

"You don't?" Teresa sat up and seemed particularly interested.

"No. I'm putting away money to start my own firm. That's really why I'm living with my buddy, Simon. To save money."

"Are you close to having enough?"

"Not as close as I'd like. What I really need, is to find an investor. One is bound to come along sooner or later."

"How do you find investors?"

"I'm just waiting for the right customer to walk through the doors. I'll know when I see him. Then I'll pitch my idea."

"You seem pretty confident that all this is going to happen."

"Oh, I am. Sweetheart, I'm going to be filthy rich very soon. Do you have any idea how much money is made on these deals? It's unbelievable. I've been learning the business, getting to know how the money is made and building business relationships with the right people. All I need is some marketing capital to get started. It's not hard to get the right person to invest. They're dying to put their money to work for them."

I was going to stop there but she seemed so interested, I had to continue. "It's so simple, and the return on investment will be less than 12 months. I have the business plan ready and everything. My most conservative figures estimate me pulling down a half a million dollars a year without breaking a sweat. And that's my salary, not what the business will make."

"Really? That much?"

"Oh, yeah. More than that...that's a low estimate. Honey, you wouldn't have to work another day in your life." I surprised myself by saying that. I don't know where it came from. "Anyway, it's a damn good investment for any business man. Are you ready to go?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm ready."

I helped her with her coat. "Would you like to go somewhere else?"

"Um...How 'bout your place?"

I was surprised that she suggested it. I thought the date was going okay, but she seemed real bored with it at times. I really thought she was going to say she was tired or sick, or something.

"Sure." 

I rushed her to the door and out to the car. I wanted to get going before she changed her mind. We sat in silence for most of the ride. 

"Don't forget your roses in the back. We'll take them inside and place them in water."

"Oh, yeah." She shifted and craned her neck to see them. "I forgot." 

She grabbed them and placed them on her lap. She held them up to her face and took a deep breath. 

"They smell wonderful! Do I really have a job that I start Monday?" She looked at me and smiled.

"You do."

"I can't thank you enough. I know you had everything to do with my getting hired."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find some way to pay me back." A blow job would be perfect.

"What do you have in mind?" 

It was a loaded question, and I had no intention of answering it. 

"We're here." 

The house was dark and quiet, indicating that Simon wasn't home.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Wine, if you have it."

"Let me check...we have white wine, will that do?"

"That'll be fine." I filled a glass for her and poured myself a glass of water. "You're not having one with me?"

"No, I'm done drinking for awhile."

"What's the matter, Martin?"

"What do you mean?"

"On our first date, you could hardly keep your hands off me. Now we're in your house, alone, and you don't seem the least bit interested."

"What are you talking about? I'm interested. Believe me, I'm interested. I just don't want to do something we're going to regret." God, I sound like a girl. 

Teresa set her glass down and walked over to me. She wrapped her hand around my drink glass and removed it from my grip, and then placed it on the counter. She took my hands in hers and started walking backward, pulling me with her. 

"Which way?" She whispered.

"Second door on the left."

She nodded and kept walking backward. When she got to the open doorway, she dropped one of my hands and turned around for a brief moment. She pulled my arm toward the bed and pushed me onto my back.

"I..."

"Shhhhh..." She whispered. "Don't say anything."

She crossed her arms in front of her and then pulled her sweater over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts were unbelievable! They were firm, with rock hard nipples that protruded at least a half an inch. I swallowed hard. Teresa lifted her hair and piled it on her head while she turned to the side and looked at me. She held that pose for a few seconds then dropped her hair and leaned forward with a pout for another pose. She turned her back toward me where I could watch her unzip her skirt. 

Her pink thong was bright against her smooth skin. She dropped her skirt and turned around. She ran her fingers along the lines of her thong pulling the straps outward and upward. She tugged on the top until the material was riding up her pussy lips. It was then that I realized my hand was stroking my hard cock. At some point I had managed to unzip my own pants. It was my usual reaction to watching a woman pose in front of a camera. Only this one was not being taped.

It was too late when I realized I was about to cum. It's not how I planned to get off. My head fell back against the bed and I let out a guttural noise that I didn't recognize. I managed to not have a complete orgasm, but I couldn't stop it, entirely. I was instantly pissed-off. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Teresa climbed onto the bed and leaned over me. She had taken off her thong and I could see a small line of pubic hair down the middle of her clean-shaven, smooth skin. She was as perfect nude as I had imagined her. 

"Have you ever thought of being a model? You are so perfect you could pose for Playboy Magazine, I swear."

"You think so?" She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me.

"Yes. And I know what I'm talking about."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. You photograph nude women, right?"

"Actually, I do. I wasn't kidding about that. I also videotape."

She cocked her head to the side while she contemplated.

"You're a natural. I can't believe you've never been a model. Let me tape you, I'll show you how gorgeous you are. I promise."

"OK." 

"Wait here; don't move." I whispered, as I sat up and slid off the bed. I dropped my pants to the floor to reveal a raging hard on. The thought of capturing her graceful figure on tape was enough to completely revive me.

I turned up the thermostat as I passed it in the hall and then swiftly returned to set up the camera on a tripod in the farthest corner of the room. Lots of practice had reduced that setup time down to a mere 3 minutes. I did one final check with my eye behind the lens.

"The most important thing is that you don't look at the camera. Just act like it isn't here."

I laid back down on the bed next to her where I had been previously; the camera running silently to my right. I pulled her face to mine and started kissing her, parting her lips with my tongue. She responded by pressing her lips harder onto mine and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She ran her hand down to my hard cock and began stroking me. She used the cum on my stomach for lubrication and maintained a regular rhythm, running her fingers up and down my shaft in a slow, deliberate motion. Then, without warning she pulled her mouth from mine, swung her leg over my torso and slid down onto my cock. 

Her nipples became rock hard as she arched her back and shut her eyes. Her pussy was hot and soaking wet. I reached up and squeezed both her tits so that her nipples were standing out even farther. Then I ran my fingers over the nubs. I was amazed at how hard they felt across my fingers and palms. She lifted her hips until I pulled out a bit, and then she released again, spreading her legs farther apart, allowing me to sink even deeper inside. My hands ran down to her waist to guide her on the next stroke.

She began moaning in rhythm with my thrusts and whispered, "Oh, yes." Her head tilted backward as she closed her eyes. She lifted her hair on top of her head and then pinned it there with one hand while she ran her free hand over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. My thrusts increased in speed and depth as I approached my climax. She lowered her arms and balanced herself, arching her back into me on every stroke. 

"Oh, God!" She cried out, just as I shot my load inside her.

I shuddered for several seconds and then just lay there spent. I was startled by her voice.

"That was fantastic, baby." 

She leaned forward until I slid out of her, then she threw her leg back over and positioned her body next to mine, facing the camera but not looking directly at it. She ran her fingers through her hair, stroking her neck absentmindedly with her fingertips while she looked into my eyes. In a soft voice she sheepishly asked, "How do you feel?"

"Good." I replied in a barely audible voice.

"Mmmmm. Me, too." Her hand slid down her body over her breast. Her nipples seemed to stay stiff at all times, but pebbled up even tighter when she ran her fingers over them. She trailed her fingertips up and down my chest and stomach, and then around my sagging balls. I had to grab her wrist; the feeling on my balls was almost painful after having just come.

She giggled. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

I nodded. 

"It's across the hall." 

I lifted up my head and noticed that the bedroom door had been open the entire time. 

"Simon may come home at any time. I have t-shirts in that top drawer." I pointed toward the dresser.

"That's OK." She scooted off the bed and trotted across the hall.

I considered whether or not to unhook the camera. It was connected to a cable that ran to the next room so that all the footage was going directly to disk. This allowed me to film for hours without running out of tape. I ran the cable months earlier, but hadn't been able to test it out. I'd gotten lucky the previous couple of weeks with willing subjects, but that was after a long, dry spell. 

I sat upright when I noticed that I could hear her in the bathroom very clearly. I leaned over to one side so I could see the bathroom door. It was open. She is peeing with the door open. At any moment, a strange man (Simon) could walk down the hall, and she didn't seem to mind. 

I could feel it starting again. The thought was making me horny. I hoped that Simon would come home, so I could see his expression. 

She appeared through the doorway and paused for a moment to look at the camera before coming into scope. The red power indicator was clearly visible. She then floated across the room toward the bed. She was as graceful as she was beautiful.

"What?" She asked as she stood, bedside.

"I know you probably hear this all the time so I'll stop saying it, but you are so beautiful."

She looked down and back at me, "I don't hear it as often as you think. And I'll never get tired of hearing you say it."

"I'll remember that. Although it may be difficult for me to keep from saying it at work."

Teresa giggled. 

"I have all sorts of plans for you around the office."

"You do...already? Like what?"

"Oh, nothing specific. Images, really. I'll let you know when the time comes." 

I could feel my dick beginning to grow harder and Teresa noticed the movement. I really wanted her to go down on me, but usually that's not something you get after you've had intercourse.

"You never answered my question earlier." She teased.

"What question?"

"How do you want me to pay you back?"

I smiled big. "Hmmmm. Well, I can think of a couple of things. Several things, actually."

She plucked two pillows off the bed and dropped them to the floor. She knelt down on them and said, "How 'bout this?" 

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and held it up in the air. She pulled her hair out of the way so that there was a clear view for the camera, and myself. While looking into my eyes, she opened her mouth and started circling the head of my cock with her tongue very slowly. She did this for several seconds. My dick was engorged. 

"I guess that's a 'yes'?"

I nodded. "Yes. That's what I want."

She slid her mouth down my shaft and back up again, stroking me with her left hand. Then she slid her hand down to the base and wrapped her fingers around my balls and held me in place, erect. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my hard-on, circling the head and then sliding me into her warm, wet mouth. All the while making sure that her actions were clearly captured on video. She alternated rhythms, changing from a slow, deliberate stroke to a more frenzied pace. She wasn't in a hurry to get me to come like so many chicks are when doing this. She was very skilled. I had to lay back and stop watching because every time I saw those green eyes looking up at me, I wanted to come.

I heard the door leading from the garage to the kitchen open, and I knew Simon was home. I didn't hear any talking so I figured he was alone. He didn't usually bring home women. It wasn't his style; that was my department. 

I lifted my head to see if Teresa noticed. She continued as if nothing was different. I considered saying something, and then she took me even further into her mouth until I was sliding past the back of her throat. My head fell backward. It was impossible to maintain conscious thought. I heard footsteps go past the bedroom door. They paused for a brief moment and then continued through the master bedroom, to the master bath. Teresa didn't miss a stroke. She gives the most amazing head.  

Her pace began to quicken until she was bobbing her head wildly while she stroked me with her hand. I grabbed her hair in my hand as I was about to come. "I'm..." 

I couldn't get the words out between breaths. She took the first shot in her mouth and then pulled me out and allowed me to spew onto her face and open mouth. It was a perfect camera shot. Her beautiful face was dotted with white cum. She swallowed what was in her mouth and licked her lips between breaths. She was panting hard; hell, we were both panting hard. 

A few moments passed before I sat up and whispered, "Come here."

She stood up and sat down on the bed facing me. I ran my thumb across her cheeks, wiping the spots of cum. I pulled a tissue from the box of Kleenex on the nightstand and started drying her face. Her cheeks flushed and she cast her eyes downward.

"Hey. You look even more beautiful right now." I kissed her lips very gently and held her face in my hands.

"Was that OK?"

"OK?! Baby, that was phenomenal. You're amazing." I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a few minutes. 

It struck me kind of odd that she was so confident and poised before and during sex and then right after, she sought approval. I marveled at how childlike she looked. It was just so damned cute. When I pulled back from the hug, though, the look was gone, and she was back to her regular self.

"I left my wine in the other room. Do you want your water?"

"I think I'm ready for a glass of wine now." I started to get up.

"Don't worry; sit back down. I'll get it." She stood up and started for the door.

"I think Simon is home." I warned her.

She looked over her shoulder as she was walking through the door nude. 

"He is. I heard him come in."

I sat there for a few seconds listening, then I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and walked down the hall. I didn't want to miss Simon's expression if he ran into her. 

Simon was sitting in the recliner with his headphones on, beer in hand, looking down at his iPod screen intently. He didn't notice her as she passed by the opening to the living room. I stood in the hallway where I could see both Teresa and Simon. She entered his view again as she was moving about the kitchen. The movement caught his attention and he lifted his eyes from his iPod screen.

She didn't seem to notice him sitting there. She set the roses on the island and started searching the drawers. She produced a pair of scissors and held the roses over the sink while she trimmed each stem. Simon didn't move a muscle at first. He was frozen in place, watching her move about the kitchen. Then she started searching the cabinets for a suitable container. She produced a pitcher and turned and faced Simon directly, holding it up in the air toward him.




Perspectives Series: Martin



He nodded. Teresa turned and started filling it up with water. 

Simon turned his head to see if I was coming down the hall. We exchanged glances. Simon's eyes were wide and I had to squelch my laughter. 

I continued walking toward Teresa in the kitchen. She was arranging the roses and clipping the stems so they worked just right in the pitcher.

"I worked part-time at a florist shop during college. I would help cover Mother's Day and Valentine's Day."

"Good money in flowers?" I asked.

"Not really. Lots of waste." 

I nodded. It was what I suspected, but I wanted to hear her answer. She wasn't just a pretty face. I walked around the island and stood behind her as she worked, wrapping my arms around her waist. 

"I guess I should introduce you to Simon." I said in her ear.

"Sure." She said dismissively as she focused intently on her project.

I turned and waved Simon in. He removed his headphones.

"Come in here and meet Teresa."

He set the headphones and iPod down and walked in with beer in hand. He walked around the other side of the island and sat on one of the stools, trying very hard to keep his eyes on hers when she looked up.

She held her hand out across the island. 

"Pleased to meet you, Simon."

I walked around the island and sat on the other stool facing Teresa.

"Likewise," he responded. "So, how did you two meet?" 

I hadn't seen Simon since Wednesday, so he didn't know anything about the interview and lunch, or about our first date. 

"Uh, well..." I started.

"I'm Martin's new Administrative Assistant. I start on Monday." Teresa said, very matter-of-factly. She stood back from the island, satisfied with her work and turned swiftly toward the refrigerator. She set the bottle of wine on the counter and then walked into the living room to retrieve our glasses. Simon shot me a sideways glance in the moment before she returned. I could feel his disapproval. 

Sometimes Simon acted like he was my older brother. We grew up together and so it wasn't weird or anything. I mean, I think of him like a brother; it's just that he can be so damned protective where I am concerned. He was always preaching to me about being more careful with girls...how one of these days I was going to run across a wack-job, like in Fatal Attraction, or get a communicable disease or something. I took precautions. I did some screening to make sure I wasn't about to be trapped into fatherhood, or going to get herpes or anything. I'm not stupid. I take calculated risks. 

Teresa handed me a glass of wine.

"Do you want another beer, Simon?" When she turned toward him I noticed her nipples were rock hard. It was hard to tell with her, since they appeared hard all the time, but I was beginning to notice the difference when they were normal, and when they were erect. 

Simon noticed them immediately.

He coughed nervously. "Sure."

I looked over at him and smiled as she bent down to get a beer from the frig. He was starting to sweat, I could see. I had forgotten that I had the heat cranked up. I only had shorts on, and Teresa was nude, so the temperature was fine for us even though it was February.

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" I asked, trying not to laugh out loud at Simon.

He narrowed his eyes at me but straightened up when Teresa turned around and set his beer in front of him.

"Here ya go. It is very hot in here. I don't know how you guys can stand it." Teresa said.

"Well, it isn't usually this warm." Simon said as he turned toward me.

"Guilty, as charged. I must've twitched when I was adjusting it earlier." I winked at Simon as I got up and walked down the hall to change it.

"It's making me tired." Teresa yawned. "What time is it, anyway?"

Simon looked at the clock on the stove. "It's 1:15."

"Oh, my God. No wonder I'm so tired. I got up at around 5 this morning. I'm an early riser." She confessed. "I think I'm going to head off to bed, if that's OK with you." She walked around the counter and wrapped her arms around my neck. 

I let my hands slide to her breasts for a moment. I'd been thinking about doing that the whole time they were jiggling around the kitchen. She didn't flinch or seem embarrassed that Simon was sitting beside us watching. In fact, she arched her back and smiled. Then she looked Simon right in the eye when she kissed me. She straightened up and looked into my eyes. 

"Go ahead and stay up as long as you like. Good night, Simon."

"Good night." He chuckled.

She glided down the hall and disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. I watched her until she was out of sight, then turned my attention to Simon.

"Can you blame me, really?"

"This isn't about blame. What the fuck are you doing, Martin?" He barked in a half-whisper.

"This is different, Simon. This isn't a one-night-stand."

"But she's your Admin. What are you going to do when it falls apart? Fire her?"

"If I have to. But I don't think it's going to come to that. I've been really careful to be truthful with her about everything."

"Everything?"

"Yeah. We're like a match made in heaven. She loves being watched, and she loves being on camera even more."

"You have a camera set up in there?"

"Yeah. Didn't you see it in the corner?"

"No, man. I didn't stop long enough to survey the room."

"I noticed. Did you stop long enough to see how fantastic she is at giving head?"

"I did get that much."

"Fuck, Simon. She is...I don't know...special. I think I'm falling for her already."

"Martin, you're in lust, not love."

"How do you know? You never fall in love, so you think no one else does."

"I just think it takes longer than one night to fall in love."

"Two nights. We went out last night, too. I took her home when I could've fucked her then. That says something, doesn't it?"

"It says something; I'm not sure what. Aw, hell, Martin. I'm glad you're happy. Maybe it'll work out this time."

"Come here, I want to see if this is working." I jumped up from the stool and headed down the hall with Simon behind me. I walked into the editing room and turned on the monitor sitting on the desk.

The picture was a little grainy because of the low light. She turned off the overhead light when she went to bed. You could still clearly make out the form lying there.

"How are you getting a live feed?" Simon whispered.

"I have a cable run through the wall near the baseboard. I ran it a couple of months ago. See?" I pointed near the corner of the room where the cable disappeared under the wall. 

"Gee, thanks for telling me."

"I didn't have to cut a hole or anything. I just used the gap the builders left." 

Teresa wasn't moving and her breathing was steady. I stared at her for a few more moments before shutting off the monitor. We walked back into the kitchen. Simon went to the refrigerator and opened another beer.

"So how is your new employer going to handle this?" He waved his hand in the air in a circle.

"We've decided to keep it a secret. At least for awhile. There isn't an official policy against it, but I have a feeling they would terminate her employment if they found out. I want to keep her there close to me. Once she proves herself, I think it will be OK to let it slip."

"Oh, hell. You've got it bad."

"I know. Fuck! Did you see that body?"

"Yeah. She has spectacular nips."

"No, shit. And I'm pretty sure they're real."

Simon started laughing. "I didn't see any scars but I had to pretend not to be gawking."

"I didn't notice any. I'm telling you, she's perfect."

"I hate to burst your bubble. She may well be the hottest thing this side of the Mississippi, but I think there is something not quite right about her, upstairs."

"What do you mean?"

"She acts a little strange. Doesn't she seem a little distant and cool to you?"

"Oh, a little. But that's because she doesn't know you that well."

"Dude, she just walked around in front of me without a stitch of clothing on and acted like it was nothing."

"I know. Isn't her self-confidence great?"

Simon just shook his head. He was jealous, I could tell. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"Look, I would like to stay out here and chat, but I have a gorgeous babe waiting for me in my bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Romeo."

"Ah, fuck off." 

Chapter 3

Saturday I was awoken by Teresa rifling through my closet. She'd found an old flannel shirt of mine and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned down to her abdomen. It looked like a dress on her. She tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. 

Images of the night before were spinning around in my mind. I lifted my head to see the camera still poised in the corner. I had turned it off when I came to bed. 

'Not right upstairs'. What did he mean by that? That is ABSURD! 

Teresa returned and sat down on the bed. Her eyes were surveying the room.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just considering my clothing options for the ride home."

"Home? You're not leaving are you?"

"Well, I was planning on it. I need to shower and I've got errands to run."

"You can shower here."

"Oh, please. No thanks. I need to get home."

I glanced at my clock. "But it's only 6:20. That's early, even for me. Come back to bed." I pulled the sheets down and patted the mattress.

"Martin, I don't want to go back to sleep."

"Who said anything about sleeping?" I pulled her toward me. She agreed, somewhat reluctantly, to lie back down under the covers. 

She wasn't as amorous as the night before. She half-heartedly returned my kisses. She did unbutton her shirt so I could fondle her breasts. I wrapped my lips around her nipples and flicked her hard nubs with my tongue. She spread her legs and waited somewhat impatiently for me to enter her. Then she writhed underneath me as I fucked her; seeming to get some pleasure out of it, in spite of herself. I couldn't believe this was the same person. Her face didn't even look the same, and her eyes were black from her dilated pupils. She stared past me. I focused on her gorgeous tits, and came with a hard thrust. 

I lied there for a few minutes, waiting to see if she would be transformed like the other times. She smiled and looked at me sweetly. Her eyes were green again. She stroked my neck with her fingers. "Do you feel better?"

"I do." I said, as I pulled out of her. "How do you feel?"

"Better."

I hardly believed that, but I couldn't make sense of the change in mood. I shifted my weight and lay on my side. She started to roll away, but I pulled her back to me and held her body against mine.

"I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here."

"But Martin, I really want to shower and I want my own stuff. Besides, I need to take my birth control pill."

That was a compelling reason. "OK. I'll drive you to your place so you can pack a bag. Then you can come back here with me."

"And do what?"

"We can do whatever you want. I'll even take you shopping if you want, and I hate to shop."

"You'd do that for me?" The little girl Teresa was back.

"Sure I would. Give me a chance to spoil you a little."

She hugged me and draped her leg over my hip. 

"Then we can come back here and make more movies?"

"Absolutely, we can! You can help me edit last night's footage."

"What do you do with it?"

That was a sticky subject. 

"That depends on you, honey. How famous do you want to be?"

She smiled a wicked grin and kissed me. "I'll think about it."

At her apartment, she showered and packed her bag. It was a drab little place with very little color and hardly any light. She didn't spend much time there, I could tell. Her answering machine was blinking with new messages but she didn't seem to care about them, because she didn't bother to retrieve them. The best feature of the place was the oversized chair in the living area. It was both wide enough and deep enough for two people and it had a large ottoman. It sucked me in, and I didn't move the whole time I was there.

"How much should I pack?" She asked, from the doorway.

"Enough for tomorrow, too. We can go to brunch and get sloshed on mimosas to forget that it is Sunday. Bring something nice for tonight. I want to take you out to a nice restaurant, maybe Italian. What do you think?"

"Sounds great."

I wanted to tell her the complete truth: That I wanted her to move in with me right away. I didn't want her to live in that apartment dump one more day. I knew it would scare her though, and I didn't want to lose her.

I took her shopping as promised, and spent a fortune on new work clothes for her. It was a unique opportunity for me to pick the clothing my assistant would be wearing. In fact, I enjoyed it way more than I ever thought. 

By the time we walked out of the last store at 6:30pm, she was in the best mood I'd seen her yet. She must've been stressed early that morning, thinking about starting a new job and all. As we were undressing for dinner, she turned and said, "How do you turn this thing on?" 

She was standing over the camera in the corner of the room. 

"The red and black button on the side...no, the other side. There"

The red indicator flashed on and stayed steady. I was standing by my closet. I turned and propped by butt onto the edge of the dresser to watch.

She put on her first new outfit and struck several poses in front of the camera. She maintained a very serious face as she changed positions.

"This is too restrictive."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Maybe the living room or something."

"We can do that. Simon is out on a date right now."

"Will he be bringing her back here?"

"I don't know. I doubt it."

"Why not?"

"It's hard to explain Simon. It takes him awhile to get real close. He's real private."

"Oh. Do you like this outfit?"

"Yeah, it looks nice. I think you should wear it on Monday. It is the most conservative of the bunch."

"I'm not so sure all of these are appropriate for the office. You're a bad influence."

"Oh, I do hope so. Anyway, who do you have to please there?"

"You, I guess."

"Right."

"I feel bad. Do you know how many paychecks it would take for me to pay for all these clothes?" She started to take off the suit she was wearing.

"No. It doesn't matter. It doesn't even make a dent in one of my paychecks, and I had a good time doing it. Anyway, look how happy you are?"

"I am happy. I'm the happiest I've been in a long time because of you."

"Really?" 

She nodded and motioned for me to come to her.

"I'm glad you say that because I'm just crazy about you, Teresa."

"You are?"

I leaned in and kissed her several times. Between kisses I said, "Yes", "Yes", "Yes". I helped her out of her jacket and tossed it over on top of the dresser. Her skirt was on the floor in a pile around her feet. Facing the camera with her back against me, I reached around her and started fondling her breasts. Her nipples grew rock hard. She shut her eyes and laid her head back against my shoulder. I ran my hands down her sides and pushed her panties to the floor. Then I stood upright and ran my hand down between her legs. I parted her lips so her clit was exposed and flicked it with my free finger. She spread her legs farther apart and started moaning. I hadn't seen her so excited; she was damn close to orgasm. I stepped around her and knelt in front of her. I didn't readily go down on women. Hell, I don't have to. But I wanted to please her more than anything.

I lifted her right leg up with her pump still on her foot, and propped it on the edge of the bed frame. She held onto my shoulders for balance. It opened her up nicely and was going to provide a nice picture. I slowly circled her swollen clit with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and gasped. It wasn't going to take long. 

I stayed as low as I could, reaching up with my tongue so that it would be captured on film. It was times like that when you wish you had a cameraman instead of a tripod. I finally gave up on the angle and just grabbed her ass with my hands while I plunged my face into her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. My lips clamped hard around it while she thrust her hips into my face. Her knees started to bend and shake and I knew it was happening. 

She screamed between gasps, "Oh! Oh! God Oh, I...Ahhhhh!" She grasped my hair in her fists to keep from falling over while her body shook with spasms.

Teresa dropped her raised foot back onto the floor, leaving the pump stuck in the bed rail. Then she dropped to her knees, threw her arms around me and started crying on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She kept saying in my ear.

"It's OK. Don't worry about it." I helped her up to her feet and sat her on the bed. I freed her shoe and handed her a tissue. She was quickly recovering from her cry.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I was just overwhelmed with emotion. Never mind. Forget it."

I wanted to press further, to find out what she meant, but I could already see her gaining her composure.

"Do you still want to go out?" I asked a little sheepishly.

"Of course I do. I'll be ready in ten minutes." She jumped up and ran across the hall and shut the door. 

Chapter 4

I was sure Simon would have a lot to say about Teresa's moods. That is, if I talked to him about them. I decided to follow some of Simon's own advice and kept what happened between Teresa and me, private. I didn't really want someone's dime Psychology analysis anyway. We're all a little quirky. 

The first few weeks at the office worked out just as I had hoped. Teresa was a hard worker who learned fast. It's not like secretarial work is rocket science or anything. I kept my office door open most of the time, so I maintained a constant view of her sitting at her desk. 

We drove separately into work, even though we hadn't spent a single night apart since we met. It wouldn't have been terribly difficult to figure out that something was going on. We always arrived at work within 5 minutes of each other. 

Teresa was striking up a friendship with Sarah, the Office Manager and they went out to lunch nearly every day. This helped a great deal in hiding our affair at first, but as Teresa and Sarah were becoming closer friends, it was increasingly more difficult for Teresa to keep the secret. One morning before work, Teresa brought up the subject.

"Martin?"

"Yeah"

"Do you think it would be OK if I told Sarah about us?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Well, we're becoming friends and all, and the subject of guys comes up all the time. Because she thinks I'm single, she wants to fix me up with guys she knows, and she wants to go out after work to clubs, and stuff like that. I can't keep lying to her. I mean, she's got to be suspicious."

"How do you think she will react?"

"I don't know. I don't think she'll care."

"Well, it's your job at risk."

"What about you? You're just as much a part of this as I am."

"Sweetheart, they aren't going to get rid of the person that brings money into the company. Especially not over something like this. I'd like to see Sarah try to talk to Bob about something this trivial. He'll laugh her right out of his corner office."

Teresa walked out of the bedroom, toward the kitchen. I could tell it pissed her off, but it was the truth. It is how business operates and the sooner she realizes it, the better. She left the house without a word, or a kiss, or anything. It was her way of punishing me for being so blunt. Her minor temper tantrums were so easy to ignore.

Unfortunately, that tantrum turned into our first argument. Just before lunch, I summoned Teresa into my office to hand her a file that needed to be prepared for that afternoon. Usually I walked these to the inbox on her desk, but she was giving me the major silent treatment and avoiding eye contact with me. As I handed it to her, I asked in a low voice, "Are you going to tell Sarah today at lunch?"




Perspectives Series: Martin



"I'm not sure I have anything to tell her." She snapped back and turned on her heel toward the door.

"Teresa, stop." She turned and rolled her eyes at me with her hand on her hip.

"Shut the door and walk over here." It was difficult to keep my voice low; her attitude was making my blood boil.

"Look, I'm terribly sorry to burst your bubble. This is the real world, honey, not some fantasy kingdom you have in your head where you are the queen."

Teresa's eyes widened. "What?!"

"You heard me. You need to learn your place."

"That's bullshit, Martin. I contribute to every one of your deals. If what I do is so trivial, why don't you do it yourself?" She slammed the file on the desk.

"Settle down and lower your voice. I didn't say that your contribution wasn't needed. I merely stated that the business relationships that I have bring money into this company, and that is vital to the bottom line. I already close more business than all the other Business Managers combined. They would have a real hard time replacing me. Can you say the same for your job?"

Teresa pursed her lips and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't argue the truth, no matter how unfair it might be. She finally managed a barely audible, "No".

"I know it isn't fair, honey. It's just the way it is."

Her eyes were glued to the floor while she nodded.

"Come here and sit down." I patted my lap. "The door is shut; no one will bother us."

She hesitated for a moment then she sat down, still looking at the floor.

"You do great work and I appreciate it, and I do need you, baby." I started stroking her hair. 

She looked up at me, "I just want to make a difference." 

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She was just so irresistible when she was like that. "You do, but I'll try to think of ways you can add more value. I promise."

She nodded.

"So, are you going to be OK?"

"Yes. I understand how it is. I'm fine."

"Good. I thought for a minute there I was going to have to take you over my knee for a good spanking." I half teased. 

Teresa stood up quickly. I could tell the thought bothered her.

"Wait a minute. What?" I grabbed her wrist and turned her toward me as I stood up. Her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. She was definitely anxious but I couldn't tell if it was in a bad way or a good way.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

"No." She choked out.

I pressed my lips to hers. She responded by grabbing the back of my neck and closing her lips hard onto mine. She pressed her body against me as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. When she pulled away, she was panting. I could see her nipples protruding through her silk bra and knit sweater. It finally dawned on me what had happened; the thought of being spanked turned her on. I looked down at my own trousers. I definitely couldn't walk out of my office like that. I had a lunch meeting that I had organized between Bob and a Real Estate broker that could bring us a lot of business. I glanced at my watch. I had about 15 minutes to get my game face on.

"You have that lunch meeting today, don't you?" Teresa asked.

"Yeah. I need to..."

Teresa quickly unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor. I sat down in my chair. She hiked up her skirt and knelt down in front of me, and without a moment of hesitation, she took me into her mouth. She worked quickly, bobbing and sucking and stroking. The sight of her doing that while sitting at my desk sent me into a quick orgasm. She swallowed every drop of cum and licked the head of my cock clean. 

I looked back at my watch. It had only taken 6 minutes. I still had another 9 minutes to gain complete composure.

She hopped up quickly to her feet and wiped her mouth with a tissue from the desk. I leaned back and pulled up my trousers and underwear. I stood up to tuck in my shirt and buckle my belt, then I sat back down.

"I'll get these contracts copied for your afternoon meeting." She said in a completely professional tone as she picked up the file from my desk.

"Great. Thanks, Teresa." 

She turned and opened the door. She glanced down the hall and around her desk. No one even noticed the door had been shut. She looked back at me and gave me a wicked smile then straightened up and took long strides to her desk. She may not be irreplaceable to this firm but she was pretty valuable to me. As it turned out, even more so than I had imagined.

Chapter 5

Another four and a half months passed. Summertime was in full swing. Business was booming as the Real Estate market was at an all time high. Teresa and I were working long hours to keep up with the workload. The firm didn't reward the Admin staff for extra effort, but I managed to keep her happy. She was the only Admin dedicated to a single Business Manager. The workload justified it, and so I insisted that she only handle my business. 

No one knew that her entire wardrobe was financed by me; some of it passed off as business expenses. Her Louis Vuitton handbag, Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses and Jimmy Choo shoes were all items well beyond her means, but no one seemed to notice. No one could possibly get as much joy out of shopping as she did, and I was reaping the benefits. I was discovering that there wasn't any problem that a simple gift couldn't fix.

I remember lying on my back in bed one Saturday morning after making love. Teresa's head was on my chest.

"I am terminating my lease at the end of the month." She announced matter-of-factly.

"OK. And where are you going to live?" I teased. She had been staying at the house full-time and had completely moved her clothing and personal effects into the second bedroom closet.

"Stop it, Martin. That isn't funny." I laughed, anyway.

"Don't you think you should ask Simon? After all, this is his house."

"He won't know the difference. I'm here all the time, anyway."

"I guess you have a point." I shut my eyes. I wanted to go back to sleep.

"Martin, when can we afford to have our own place?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's not a matter of affording it. I can afford one now. I just don't see the point."

"I want to have our own place. Where we have privacy."

Nothing could have been a bigger lie, but I didn't feel like arguing. She didn't want to do anything privately. She adored being watched.

"We'll see."

I kept her request in the back of my mind. Maybe it was time to officially move in together, in our own place, and publicly announce our relationship. No one in the office, other than Sarah, knew we were dating. We had managed to keep it secret by maintaining professionalism in the office most of the time. 

There were a few late nights where I bent her over my desk and fucked her. And I made it a point to incorporate spanking into our routine. Her workmanship was nearly always perfect, so I had to overreact to the smallest errors in order to find a reason to lift her skirt and paddle her. It drove her wild, and some of the best sex we'd had was at the office. But that was always after everyone else had left. 

I started thinking about asking her to marry me. I knew she wanted to settle down and start a family. She dropped hints like crazy. I decided to bring it up to Simon one night at Happy Hour.

"I'm thinking about asking Teresa to marry me."

Simon's eyebrows rose. "Really? I'm surprised."

"Why are you surprised? We've been together every day for the past 6 months."

"I know, but you guys never act real close, you know?"

"What do you mean? We have sex all the time."

"Yeah, I know...I live there, remember? It's not the sex, you're definitely sexually compatible, it's that you guys like never show signs of affection when you're not having sex. You know what I mean?"

"She doesn't really get into that sort of thing."

"OK, but what about you?"

"I don't mind. It's OK. I know she loves me."

"Does she say it?"

"She has said it a couple of times. She has a hard time expressing her feelings."

"So why the sudden urge to get married?"

"She keeps dropping hints here and there that she wants to start a family."

"Do you want kids?"

"Not now, but someday."

"You know, here's my opinion...you do whatever you want. If you're not ready to have kids then there isn't any real reason to rush into marriage. Continue to live with her and see what happens. And when you're ready to start a family, get the paperwork done. Because that's all it is, a contract between two parties. And don't forget, if you make it big, half of everything you own belongs to her."

"Yeah, I didn't think of that. I tell you what, I am thinking a lot more seriously about buying my own house."

"That's cool. I sort of saw it coming. I mean, it's a little crowded with all of us living in that house. Not that I've minded or anything."

Everything he said made perfect sense. If I started my own business after we got married, then half of that business belonged to her, by law. I didn't trust her enough to go into partnership with her. 

The following Monday, the opportunity I had been waiting for landed right in my lap. The home was worth over 2 million dollars, being bought by a divorced man in his upper fifties. He was a self-made millionaire. He believed in only doing business with people he met personally, and so before we even drew up the paperwork, he scheduled an appointment to meet with me. 

Teresa scheduled it for 7:00pm. That time worked best for him, and no one would be in the office to distract us. I planned, of course, to buy him dinner afterward.

William Stoward arrived within one minute of 7:00pm, precisely. His driver opened the car door for him, but waited outside in the Lincoln Continental. He walked in and paused in front of Teresa. 

I went overboard with preparations. I researched every business deal this man had ever made and dug around until I knew every minute detail of his relationships and personal tastes. I selected an alluring Chanel suit for Teresa to wear, having seen his most recent child bride wearing one in their engagement announcement two years earlier. That divorce ended bitterly last year, but I was betting that his taste hadn't changed. Teresa didn't understand the connection so I explained it to her.

"I don't see what difference it makes what I'm wearing." 

She was trying to convince me to let her wear the suit the day after I gave it to her, instead of waiting until Thursday, when the meeting was scheduled.

"Well, you see, if he finds you attractive then he will be easier to do business with."

"How so? I don't understand."

"OK, let me be more blunt. Men are more willing to spend money when their dick is hard."

Her eyes widened, "Oh." 

Teresa stood and walked around the desk when he entered. His eyes followed her so he didn't notice when I appeared in the doorway of my office. I watched how he looked at her and I knew exactly how I was going to close that deal. 

"Mr. Stoward, it's nice to meet you. My name is Teresa." I coached her on everything, including using her first name to encourage familiarity. I told her not to rush into introducing me immediately, to act warm and friendly, and if possible, give him the impression that she didn't want to share him with anyone else. 

She shook his hand and held onto it for a few seconds longer than ordinary. Good girl. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, sweetly.

He was enthralled. "No, thank you. And please, call me William."

"OK, William." Good, use his name whenever you can. People love to hear their name.

"I, uh, don't want to keep you waiting. Let me introduce you to Martin Sullivan." She touched his back to direct his attention to where I was standing behind him.

"Mr. Stoward, nice to meet you. Please come in. 

"Thank you, Teresa."

She nodded and returned to her desk. He turned and watched her as she walked away. I was certain his eyes were on her ass.

I had to admire his concentration. Unless I was way off, he was quite taken with Teresa but he managed to plunge right into business with the sort of focus an eagle would envy. Since that particular meeting was really about sizing me up, it was appropriate for me to ask him to dinner. We talked for only ten minutes in the office before I made the offer. I still had one strategy I hadn't decided, yet. Would it better my position if he knew Teresa was with me or not? In the final seconds before my dinner invitation, I made the call.

"Mr. Stoward?"

"Please, call me William."

"William, would you be free for dinner tonight? I thought we could ask Miss Lieber to join us since she has stayed so late."

He glanced toward the door and licked his lips. "That would be splendid. I have no previous engagements."

I called into the other room, "Miss Lieber?" 

That was Teresa's cue that our relationship was to remain a secret.

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan." That was almost too much. She appeared at the doorway.

"Would you like to join us for dinner at...do you have a preference?" I asked William.

"How about my club? We won't have to worry about reservations."

"Terrific." I turned back to Teresa for a reply.

"I would love to." She smiled while looking into William's eyes. This is going better than I thought.

Teresa and I rode together in my car and followed the Lincoln. It gave me one more chance to prep her for what might transpire.

"You're doing great so far, T. I think he really likes you."

"When are you going to pitch your idea to him?"

"At dinner, if all goes well."

"What do you mean; I thought it was going well?"

"It is so far. He's not quite ready to bite, yet. And judging by the way he acted earlier, he may be a little tougher than I thought. Be ready for anything."

"What does that mean?"

I took a deep breath. "You know how you said you wanted to make a bigger contribution to my deals?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this is your chance. I think you are going to close this deal for us."

"I am? How?"

"I'm not exactly sure, yet. I'd like for you to come onto Mr. Stoward. You know, flirt a lot."

"OK. That's no big deal."

"It may take a lot of flirting."

"How much is a lot?"

"I don't know, yet. I want you to take it as far as he wants."

She sat silent for a few moments. "What if that means going to bed with him?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't ask, except that this is probably the most important deal we'll ever make. It's our whole future."

She didn't say anything for the remainder of the trip, and I wasn't sure what she was going to do.

Chapter 6

Upon arrival, we were escorted to a semi-circle booth with high-backed, cushioned leather seats. Between the booths were curtains, so we had complete privacy. A bottle of red wine was opened, and glasses were poured before anyone even took our drink order. I imagine it was part of William Stoward's routine. 

Everyone addressed him by name as he walked by, always as Mr. Stoward. Teresa was duly impressed, I could tell, and I was starting to have second thoughts about our plan. I hadn't really viewed him as a threat. I mean, he was more than twice her age, with a full head of white hair and a protruding belly. As I looked in Teresa's eyes though, I could see that his money made him plenty attractive enough for her. I stood a real chance of losing her to him if things went too far.

She slid into the middle of the booth, with William and me on the ends, sitting directly across from one another. Teresa turned her body toward him, and hardly made eye contact with me at all. She giggled at his remarks, and nodded attentively when he spoke. She began inching closer to him, and even occasionally would touch his arm. William's eyes surveyed Teresa's upper torso and legs. He was practically drooling; he wanted her badly. 

If I stuck to plan, this was the moment in time that I would excuse myself to take a business call, allowing Teresa to go in for the kill. A second thought occurred to me, what if she tells him what I've put her up to, in order to gain his favor for herself. Would she do that? 

I decided it was too risky to leave her alone with him. Eventually, William excused himself to use the facilities. Teresa was about to excuse herself at the same time when I kicked her under the table. She stayed behind.

I waited until he was out of hearing range to speak. 

"I want you to find some excuse to catch a cab back to the office."

"WHAT? Why?"

"Just do it. I'll pitch my idea after you're gone."

"But I thought you said..."

"I know what I said. I'll close this without you."

"But we haven't even ordered our food, yet."

"So, what?! Go hit a drive thru on the way. Here's fifty bucks."

She looked dejected. I also saw disappointment. I made the right decision. 

"Oh, and T...the sooner, the better."

She started to form another protest but my expression stopped her. I was getting pissed off at her insistence to stay. It just proved how little I could trust her.

She did as I requested and as soon as William returned from the restroom, she announced that she had just received a panicked phone call from her sister. She politely thanked us for the hospitality and excused herself. Her final glance at me was filled with contempt.

After dinner, we enjoyed cigars and port and I started my pitch. He listened intently but I could tell he was still sizing me up, not sure what to think. He told me he would think about it, which usually isn't a good sign. 

I cursed myself for not sticking to the plan. If she decided to go with him, it wouldn't be that great of a loss, after all. Now I will never know if that's what she had planned or not.

Two weeks later, William Stoward was ready to close on his $2 million home. Teresa prepared the paperwork as usual, but I made sure to call Mr. Stoward myself to set the appointment, and then sent Teresa away on an errand. 

He could hardly hide his disappointment in her absence. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Just before he was about to leave, he asked me if I had prepared a business plan for my company. I just so happened to have one in my desk drawer and produced it for him.

"If this checks out, I'll be calling you for a follow-up meeting" he said, as he stood to shake my hand.

I nodded, "Fair enough."

As it turned out, we had three more follow-up meetings before we came to a final agreement. He was going to be a silent investor in MD Sullivan and Associates. 

Over the next several months I managed to find an office space, buy a house in Overland Park, and quit my job. I also convinced Teresa to quit her job to help me get started. I never officially put her on the payroll. Since she lived with me rent free, there wasn't any reason for me to pay her. Eventually, this just morphed into her staying at home and taking care of the house and cooking. I hired another full-time assistant to do the office work.

Chapter 7

Starting your own business takes hard work over long hours. I had an extreme advantage in that I maintained all my business relationships after leaving. That is one thing no one can deny you. However, I still had to find new business. Most of the startup capital went toward Marketing, Advertising and Sales. That's pretty typical for a new business. What I didn't fully realize was that I'd be spending nearly all of my time working toward getting the business going. 

It wasn't unusual for me to stay at the office until 9:00pm or so, only to be back in the office at 7:30am the following morning. There were times when I would bring Teresa along to a business dinner. I hardly saw her otherwise, and anyway, it usually impressed the associate. Only a successful man could be with such a young, beautiful woman. 




Perspectives Series: Martin



Teresa stayed in contact with Sarah, and as far as I knew, this was her only friend. She never mentioned girlfriends from school, or from the Advertising firm she had worked at previously. She got together with Sarah over drinks at least once a week and talked to her daily. One morning before work, she announced that she wanted to 'talk'.

"Martin, what do you think about setting Sarah up with Simon?"

"Oh, please. You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to have anything to do with this. I've known Simon too long to do this to him."

"What do you mean? Don't you like Sarah?"

"I don't know. She's OK, I guess."

"Oh, come on. They'd be perfect for one another."

"Whatever."

"Dammit, Martin! I'm serious."

"What do you want from me?"

"I need your help. I thought you could invite him over for dinner and I'll invite Sarah."

"And they just happen to both be invited on the same night?"

"Something like that, yeah. Come on."

"Oh, for God's sake." I looked over at her and could tell she wasn't going to drop it that easy. "Alright. Whatever. I need to go to work."

I called Simon and told him what Teresa was planning.

~What is she like?

"She's pretty. Tall, blonde, blue eyes."

~Personality?

"I don't know. She's talkative, funny, lots of friends. Everyone in the office likes her."

~Why is she single, then?

"I don't know. Why are you still single?"

(Long pause)

~Alright. It couldn't hurt. When?

"I have no idea. I'll let you know."

Teresa didn't waste any time. She arranged it with Sarah to come over for dinner the following Thursday evening at 7. She called me at work.

"Hi, T. What do you need?"

~Do you have to be so curt all the time?

"I'm busy. Anyway, I know you didn't call to chit chat."

~Fine. I've invited Sarah over to dinner next Thursday night.

"OK. Is that what you called to tell me?"

~Martin! Can you call Simon and invite him?

"Oh, shit. Teresa, can't you just drop it? Besides, I can't next Thursday; I'm busy."

~You're always busy. When was the last time we had people over to the house for dinner?

"I give up, when?"

~Martin, please! Can you cancel your business plans this once? Please?

*sigh* "I guess so. Why is this so important?"

~I am tired of staying at home all the time while you work. I want us to socialize more.

"OK, OK. I get it."

~So, you'll call him today?

"YES, Teresa. I'll call him."

~Why are you so testy?

"I can think of a few reasons. Stop pushing."

~It's not my fault. You're the one who works all the time.

"Whatever. I need to go; I have another call holding."

~OK. Call me after you talk to Simon.

"OK, Bye."

That afternoon Joann announced that Teresa was on the line again. I hadn't even had a free minute to think about calling Simon. Well, that wasn't exactly the truth. I didn't want to call him. I had time over my lunch hour. When I didn't have an appointment, Joann brought me a lunch and I sat at my desk with the door closed. Most of the time, I was working. That day I spent surfing porn on the internet and jacking off. That's pretty much how I got off those days; it wasn't with Teresa.

~Teresa is still holding for you on your first line.

"Joann, can you tell her I'm headed into a meeting or something?"

~Sure, Martin. I'll take a message.

"Don't put too much effort into the message. I know what she wants."

~Um, OK.

I tried to avoid talking to Teresa as much as possible. I wasn't getting much out of our arrangement. There was the occasional business advantage, but I was beginning to wonder if I couldn't just carry on a lot better without her. 

But every time I thought about asking her to look for a job so I would feel better about kicking her out, something would happen. She would surprise me by greeting me at the door in a maid costume, or she would cook this amazing meal in nothing but high heels. It didn't happen very often. In fact, only twice in the previous 4 months. 

Then there was the other feeling. I didn't want to be alone.

Whatever the reason, I wasn't prepared to let her go. Last month, the death of her grandfather kept me from doing it.

Teresa called me from home crying, or more accurately, sobbing. I couldn't recall ever seeing her cry like that, so it really concerned me. The funeral was being held on a Friday in St. Louis and she pleaded with me to go with her. I reluctantly cleared my appointments for late Thursday and Friday. I didn't want to seem like a heartless bastard but the last thing on this earth that I wanted to do was spend 4 consecutive hours trapped in a tiny space with Teresa. I had no choice; there were no available flights or charters of any type. 

We checked into The Drury Hotel around 10:30pm. Teresa slept for most of the drive. We met her parents for breakfast in the lobby at 8am the following morning. That's when I discovered that the visitation was actually Friday, and the funeral was being held on Saturday morning. There was a family function at her grandparents' house directly after the visitation. 

I had met her parents on one occasion. We went over to their house for dinner on Father's Day. At first I thought it was kind of odd that Teresa hardly ever spoke with them or saw them. They lived in Blue Springs, just 30 minutes away from us. After spending one dinner with them, it was obvious.

And this breakfast was no different. Right off the bat, her mother, Julie started in.

"You look pale. Have you had a check-up recently?"

"Yes, mother." Teresa lied.

It's not like Julie was asking because she cared about Teresa's health. She was concerned about how she appeared.

"I hope that's not what you're wearing to the visitation." Julie sniped, as she peered over her cup of coffee. 

Teresa ignored her.

It was easy to see how closely she could resemble her mother in personality. I didn't see it at first, but the more time I spent with Teresa, the clearer it became. Still, she had some of her father's qualities, too. He was quiet and reserved. He looked many years older than Julie, and I pitied him. He had been worn down by years of nagging. He was kind, and courteous, and warm. Teresa had brief moments where she possessed the same sweetness.

The visitation lasted a painful 3 hours. I stepped outside the funeral home to conduct business on the phone for most of it. Teresa and Julie took turns walking by the doorway to glare at me, but I didn't care.

In the car on the way to her grandmother's house, Teresa managed to get her fill of barking at me.

"God, Martin, can't you leave fucking work for one day? It's Pappy's funeral for God's sake. I had to mingle alone. What's the purpose of you coming if I'm going to be unescorted the whole time...?"

I shrugged. She kept going but I just tuned her out. I could see how her father became the way he was.

I parked the car in front of the house. It was an old ranch style home on an oversized lot. I looked over at Teresa. She was sulking.

"I'm sorry. I promise to stay off the phone until after the family gathering. OK?"

She shrugged and nodded. Something else seemed to be bothering her.

"Are you OK?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah. I just haven't been here since I was a kid. I guess I'm sad that I didn't spend more time with him before he died."

I was surprised at the genuine show of emotion. It had been a long time since I'd seen that side of her.

The people were gathered in the backyard. We took two seats next to her parent's lawn chairs. A few of the neighbors showed up with food. There were maybe 20 guests in all. The only family there was Teresa's grandmother, her Uncle Jay and his family, and one of Julie's cousins and her family. I was surprised to see young children running around since Teresa was the only grandchild, but Uncle Jay was only 18 years older than she was, and he only just married a few years ago. Their son was 4. He was an adorable little boy with tons of energy. That worked in his favor as he was desperately trying to keep up with his cousins who were maybe 6 or so. I tried to pay attention and follow the conversation as Julie pointed out the individuals, but it was impossible. The kids were distracting, and I couldn't get work off my mind.

It dawned on me as I was watching all the kids run around, that there were a lot of toys there.

"How did they get all these toys in their cars?"

Teresa shrugged, "I don't know; there are tons."

Neither Julie, nor Richard responded.

Teresa's Mama ambled up to us. Teresa stood up and hugged her.

"Are you still baking, my dear?"

"Every chance I get. Mama, I didn't get a chance to introduce you to Martin."

"I'm so sorry it isn't under better circumstances." I quickly said, as I stood up and hugged her.

"Oh, it's OK. We're just old and it was his time. I'm going to miss this house, though."

"Where are you going, Mama?" Teresa asked. She sounded almost like a child.

"I'm moving in with Jay and Cheryl. They are expecting another baby and I can help them with the children." 

"That's nice." I didn't know what to say. "Did they bring all these toys?" Teresa gave me an odd look. I know, it doesn't matter...I am just curious.

"Oh no, of course not. These toys were Teresa's when she was a child."

Teresa looked around and back at Mama and me. "Are you sure? I don't remember them."

"Oh, yes. They were yours, alright. Your parents left them here when you moved and I've kept them locked up in your old bedroom since. I knew they would come in handy for visitors someday."

Teresa's cheeks started to turn pink. "I don't remember..." her voice trailed off.

"I know there's one you'll remember. It was your favorite." She took my arm and started to lead us inside while she continued.

"Teresa loved horses and used to beg her mother for one. One Saturday morning while she was spending the weekend with us, Jay brought over this pony. It was tall enough for Teresa to ride – at that time, of course. I can't remember how old she was, maybe 6 or 7. Oh, it was too many years ago. Anyway, you should have seen her face when he brought it in. She could light up the entire room. She insisted on sleeping with it that night. Darn near took up the entire bed. Oh, I remember how she bawled when her daddy told her she would have to leave it here."

We made our way down the hallway to a small bedroom. In the corner was a stuffed brown and white horse with a vinyl saddle and little stirrups. There were worn spots in the fur and stains of all sorts. It was definitely well loved.

Teresa came around the corner and stared blankly at it. She blinked a couple of times and then squinted her eyes. "Maybe...I don't know."

Someone called out to her grandmother for assistance in locating something, so she excused herself and hurried toward the kitchen.

Teresa knelt down and picked up a music box with a ballerina on it. She turned it over and in a child's writing was the name 'Teresa'. She fumbled it and I noticed her hands were trembling.

"Is it coming back to you?" I was ready to start teasing her for not remembering.

She stood up quickly and fell into me. "Whoa. Are you OK?"

She was swallowing hard. Her face color resembled a glow in the dark object, a very pale green. "I think I'm going to be sick."

I hoisted her off to the restroom where she immediately began vomiting. She waved me away with a gesture over her head, and I shut the door behind her. I stood there for a few minutes, then I decided to go out to the patio for a bottle of water.

Julie looked at me suspiciously, "Where is Teresa?"

I didn't want to tell her anything, but I knew she would find out sooner or later. 

"She's in the restroom; she's not feeling well. I was just coming out here to get her some water."

Julie snatched the water from my hand and turned on her heel toward the restroom. I looked at Richard.

"Leave 'em. Julie will take care of her."

"I didn't leave her in there or anything. She wouldn't let me stay in the bathroom with her."

"Oh, I know. She's just like her mother. She won't let anyone help her do anything and she can't stand to suffer the indignity of being ill. It's not your fault."

I sat down in the chair next to Richard and surveyed the scene for a second before continuing.

"I'm not sure what made her sick. I don't think she's eaten anything since breakfast. We were in the guest bedroom looking at some old pony that Teresa used to play with."

Richard glanced across the patio and then back at me. "Did she remember it?"

"No. That was the strange part. She was trying to remember and then she turned pale and we made a dash for the restroom."

Richard shifted in his seat and took a big breath. He looked off in the yard when he spoke. "She loved that pony. Threw a huge fit when we left it behind. I guess that's why she doesn't remember it." 

Jay's little boy tossed his ball in the air and it rolled to Richard's feet. He looked up and kicked it out into the yard and then made eye contact with Jay. Jay got up and walked out and fetched the ball. I guess Richard can be just as harsh as Julie. 

Julie returned with a folded towel in her hand. She shoved it at me and said, "You need to take her to the hotel. She can't continue to hog the hall bath, forcing everyone else to traipse through mother's bedroom and use her private bathroom."

Cold bitch! "OK. Bye, Richard. We'll see you at the funeral tomorrow morning."

Julie had to have the last word, "If she's not feeling any better, it's just best not to come. No sense getting everyone sick."

I started to feel sorry for Teresa. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to grow up with this woman as my mother. Geez! 

We got to the hotel without incident and Teresa napped for a couple of hours while I logged onto my laptop and answered e-mails. Around 5 O'clock she sat up in bed and looked around. She took a swig from the water bottle sitting on the bedside table.

I looked up from my laptop screen, "How are you feeling?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, still a little dazed. "I'm hungry."

I got up and walked around the desk and sat on the bed. I felt her forehead. "You don't seem to be running a fever." I ran the backs of my fingers over her cheeks. I really felt bad for her.

"I'm fine. I'm going to take a shower, then let's go to one of these restaurants by the mall. That way you can come back here and work while I go shopping. But we need to hurry; the mall only stays open until 9:30."

She pulled away, jumped up and trotted off to the bathroom. 

I guess ever since that weekend, I've felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of leaving her.

I picked up the phone and dialed.

~Hello.

"Hey, Simon! How ya doin?"

~Good. What's up?

"Teresa wants to know if you can come over for dinner Thursday night around 7."

~Oh, is this that deal with her friend?

"Yep."

(pause)

~Yeah, I guess I can make it. Do you want me to bring anything?

"Not really, but you know how Teresa loves wine, so it wouldn't hurt. And listen, man, don't sweat the whole Sarah thing. It's no big deal."

~Alright. I'll try not to.

"I gotta get back to work. I'll talk to you later."

~See ya.

I hung up and dialed again.

~Hey, I called you awhile ago.

"Yeah, I got the message. Simon is good to go."

~You called him?

"Yeah." 

What was the name of this guy's agent? I was reading through the contracts and noticed the missing field.

~I'm thinking chicken and roasted potatoes with asparagus. Does Simon like asparagus?

"Uh...Uh, huh."

~You're not even listening, Martin.

"Look, I called him; what more do you want from me? Figure out the rest."

~Fine. I'll see you later.

She hung up.

Chapter 8

I was surprised to find out that Simon asked Sarah out on a date after Teresa's dinner set-up with the two of them. I was even more surprised to be informed that they were still dating a month later.

"I told you they would hit it off." Teresa sneered.

I ignored her invitation to argue. I wasn't in the mood. I continued getting dressed for work. "Hey, I have a business meeting tonight with a guy named Ted Jacobs. I would like for you to join us."

"What if I have plans?"

I looked at her in the mirror. She was hell-bent on getting into it that morning.

"I don't have the patience for this shit this morning. You can meet us at Hereford House at 7:30, or you can pack your things and move out. It's your choice."

Teresa's jaw dropped and she stood there for a moment. I think I actually made her speechless. I didn't want to hang around long enough for her to think up something nasty to say so I grabbed my jacket off the hanger and walked out the door. I even skipped coffee and stopped at Starbucks, instead.

Unfortunately, she showed up. Fortunately, however, she was in a far better mood. She walked up to the table and kissed me on the cheek, "Hello, sweetheart, I've missed you today."

I smiled at her sarcasm. "I want you to meet Ted Jacobs. Ted, this is Teresa."

Ted half stood up and shook her hand across the table. "Pleased to meet you...have we met before?" He cocked his head to one side.

"I don't believe so. I think I have one of those faces; I get that all the time."

Ted dismissed it and we continued talking over dinner. We talked mostly about business.

The next day was Wednesday. My phone rang at 8:00am on the nose. Joann wasn't at her desk yet, so I answered.

"Hello, Martin Sullivan."

~Martin. Ted Jacobs. How are you?

"Good, Ted. What can I do for you?"

~I know this is a long shot, but are you free for lunch today?

I looked up at my Outlook calendar. I only had one appointment at 9am. It was an unusually quiet day.

"It just so happens I'm free. What do you have in mind?"

~Do you think you can be at Diamond Joe's around 10:45?

"The strip club?"

~Yeah, do you know where it's at?

"Yes, I know. I can make that."

~Great! I'll meet you there.

I hung up the phone. I'd never had a client who wanted to do business in a strip club. Fine with me. 

I walked through the door at around 10:50. The place didn't officially open until 11:00, but I spotted Ted's car in the parking lot so I knew the front door was unlocked already. 

No one was manning the hostess desk, yet and the place was pretty empty. I spotted Ted sitting at a table with his back to me. Sitting on his lap was a woman, fully dressed. She spotted me as I walked in and waved me over. 

"Martin. Over here." 

I squinted my eyes and strained to see who she was. She obviously knew me by sight. I was usually very good at recognizing people I'd met before. I didn't recognize her at all.

"Have we met?"

"No, I'm Donna. Ted's wife."

I shook both their hands. I was still confused. She leaned over and gave Ted a long kiss and then straightened up and started chuckling at me. 

"Ted will explain. I have to get dressed. I'm third up today." She walked past the hostess desk and disappeared into a door marked Private. 

I sat down and turned to Ted for an explanation.

"I couldn't figure it out for the longest time last night, and it was killing me. I knew I recognized Teresa. Then out of the blue, it came to me. The APV user group."

It took me a couple of seconds to catch-up. I had posted amateur porn videos of Teresa on the website, that's where he recognized her. "Oh, yeah. You saw those?"

"Great work! We've been doing some of our own stuff but my quality isn't as good as yours."

"You've got to have good equipment or the whole thing looks cheap."

"I know. Anyway, that's why Donna recognized you. From the videos. I don't pay much attention to the guys so I totally didn't realize that was you. Do you want a beer?"




Perspectives: Surprises In Store



My name is Carrie. Jack and I have been happily married for seven wonderful years. Jack is several years older than me, and doesn't have much of a wild side to him. Because of that, I think he's been a bit more prudish than I would like sometimes, and I have felt the need to prod him along in order to have some more adventures in bed (or wherever else our sex lives happen to take us.) Many times I have gotten my own courage from talking to my best friend Tina. She and I have often talked about the torrid details of our sex lives, as women often do. Tina has always been happy for me that I have married such a handsome and wonderful man, even if she has gotten a bit jealous at times. 

Tina has always loved to hear about me and Jack's crazy adventures in sex, just as she has always told me all about her sexual exploits. Jack acted upset anytime he found out that I had had been talking to Tina about something in our sex life, but I am pretty sure that he has always secretly liked it. A woman knows certain things about her man. While he was protested each time I shared our dirty little secrets with Tina, I sensed that he was actually quite happy about it. Happy that I was proud enough of our sex life that I often felt like bragging about it to my best friend. I think that it probably even turned him on a little.

It was my turn to plan an evening of romantic and sexual surprises: Jack and I each took turns surprising the other partner with a special day. I knew the special day I had planned for my hubby would be one that Tina and I would be talking about for months to come. After I got the kids off to the sitter's house I called Tina, because I knew I would need some help pulling everything off in time. 

I had carefully planned this day and timing was everything. First of all, I had to plan this around my husband's busy work schedule. My husband was working a lot that week, making it tougher for me to plan a romantic evening for him. Also, I knew I might get some resistance when it came to the sexual side of things, so he was not allowed to masturbate, and we had no sex for two weeks prior to this day. He would be nice and horny when it was time for him to perform. Once I got him turned on, his need for sexual release would be raging, and I knew I could then talk him into just about anything. 

I had finished placing the numerous candles throughout the house when the doorbell rang, announcing Tina's arrival. Tina had the takeout order that I had asked her to pick up from the local bar and grill that Jack just loved. My man would need some fuel in his system in order to perform for me tonight. Besides, he loved good food, and I wanted to take care of as many of his needs that I could on his special evening.

After putting the food in the stove to keep warm, Tina asked what she should do next.

"Well," I replied, "I know if I don't ask now, I will talk myself out of it. So, here goes…"

After a short pause, I blurted out, "I want you to take a picture of me. Um. You know. In a sexual pose. So I can surprise Jack." I felt myself blush a little.

Tina responded by grinning and saying, "He is going to love it! I feel honored that you asked me to be a part of this by helping out."

I showed Tina how to use our digital camera, and she took a few test pictures of nothing in particular. Using the digital camera gave us instant use of the images, and denied the photo clerk at Wal-Mart the opportunity to peek into our bedroom. The images went straight to the computer, and only Tina was privy. Since I had planned ahead, I had also made sure to learn how to print the images out. 

I felt a bit awkward as I took off my clothes and posed myself for my photo op. Tina must have sensed my discomfort, because she cheerily said, "You are going to look so hot girl! I bet Jack will really like this. You are so good to him!"

I sat down in our overstuffed easy chair. The fabric felt strange on my naked ass. I put my right leg up over the arm of the chair, and spread my other leg as far apart as the seat of the chair would allow. I felt myself getting a little wet, and I hoped Tina didn't notice. If she did, she didn't let on. She was all smiles as she said, "Play with your pussy a little, he will really like that I bet." I did as the photographer instructed.

I was picturing Jack's surprise at he looked at the photo, which got me a little more wet. While at first I had been a bit embarrassed in front of Tina, I actually got used to her there, and became comfortable flaunting my sexuality in front of her. Tina continued to take several more pictures, while encouraging me and offering suggestions. I gave Jack my sexiest looks through the window of the camera, and I didn't mind at all that Tina was there. In fact, I think I was even a bit proud that Tina could be there to see first hand the love that I had for Jack. 

With the Kodak moment over, we plugged the camera into the computer, downloaded the images, and looked through them for the best one. We decided on one where I had both legs spread out over the arms of the chair and I had a positively seductive look on my face as stroked the outside of my pussy. After printing out the picture on cardstock, I folded it in half with the image inside the fold. On the outside, I wrote, "I have many things in store for you on your special day…" I put the card together with the newspaper I had bought for Jack and placed both of them on the coffee table in the living room. The card was on top so that Jack would get to it first.

Tina set up the potpourri pot, so that the house would smell nice, while I ran a bath for Jack. Tina also plugged in the lotion warmer in the bedroom. He would be home very soon. After the bath, lotion and potpourri were set up, we worked together to get Jack's present wrapped up. 

Jack had been listening to jazz more lately, and had only a few CDs, so I bought him another that he had said he wanted to listen to. I liked listening to the jazz as well, though I am not sure I was into it as much as Jack. It was great music to make love to though, so I could only encourage his new found tastes in music.

Tina and I were talking about how the evening would go when we heard Jack's car pull up in the driveway. Tina got her jacket and our digital camera in preparation to leave. When Jack walked in, I let him know that this was going to be his special evening. 

I ushered Jack to the couch, where his paper and card awaited him. He noticed the card, picked it up and read the outside. Tina was watching from nearby, standing in the doorway ready to leave. When Jack opened the card, his cheeks reddened, and he quickly closed the card and glanced over at Tina. Both Tina and I laughed. "There is more in store for you," Tina smiled. 

I was happy to see Jack be embarrassed a bit by the card. It gave me a sense of control to know that he knew Tina must have taken the picture, and that we worked together to turn him on. He was powerless in his lust, and I was in control. Tina seemed to enjoy the moment too.

After Tina left, I brought the man of the house his dinner, and told him to relax, eat, and read the paper. "Build up your energy," I said, "you are going to need it." He blushed a little. 

I snuggled up with him, and took in his heady, manly scent as he began to eat and look through the paper. He was sitting up and I was sitting beside him, leaning against his shoulder, with my arms wrapped around his lower torso. I closed my eyes and took in his slightly sweaty scent mingled in with the remnants of the cologne he had put on early that morning. I could feel his muscles under my arms and hands. I was happy to sit with him like this while he ate his dinner. He would occasionally comment on an article he had read, and a couple of times he opened up the card I had given him and peeked inside. 

When he had finished eating, I gave him the gold wrapped present I had bought for him. He opened it to reveal the Jazz CD I had bought for him. He was excited to put it into the CD player. He lay back on the couch, listening to the music while I slipped off into the bedroom. 

When I came back to the living room, I was wearing a pink lacey teddy. It was see-through enough to be tempting, but opaque enough to leave something up to the imagination. When Jack saw what I was wearing his broad smile revealed his approval. "This is a special evening," he declared. 

"You have no idea," I replied as I bent over to give him a tremendous glimpse of my cleavage. I could feel the tell tale wetness again in my snatch, as I imagined his cock rousing to the occasion. 

"You smell a bit after your long day at work though," I said, "So you need to take a bath and get all freshened up for me." I led him of to his awaiting bath.

Our bathtub was large enough to allow a person to really relax. The bathtub was filled with jasmine scent and overflowing with silky bubbles. Jack smiled again, "Do I get some helping washing up?" 

"Of course," I replied, "What kind bath service would this be without a skilled washer to get all your naughty parts clean?" Jack was really enjoying being waited upon; especially by a woman in a teddy.

I started by washing Jack's hair. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan in pleasure. He loved it when I played with his scalp. I washed his face and rinsed him off. I used my bare hands so that I could feel his skin directly. Then I washed each of his arms, starting outward at his hands and working inward. His skin was soft from being in the water, but I could feel his hard muscles underneath. I washed his chest and back, and my soapy rubbing got dangerously close to his ass and cock. 

He stirred as I got close to his manhood, and I laughed. "Not yet big man, I need to wash your feet first." He smiled in response.

I lifted his feet and washed gently between his toes, then I washed his ankles, and then up his legs. As the rubbing of my soapy hand reached his inner thighs, he smiled, and his cock showed the stirring signs of a forming erection.

"Someone seems to want to be watched, he is raising his hand." A smile again.

"Well I guess we had better make sure you are all clean then." I softly caressed his dick and balls with my soapy hand. His dick became more engorged into a half erection as I washed him. I could feel the life flowing into wonderful love stick. I felt my own reaction as my snatch became even more wet. My pussy wanted company, and Jack's dick was coming out to play. I knew I had more planned before I would let him take me though. 

After I had fully rinsed off my dearest, I had him step out of the tub into my outstretched, towel laden arms. I gently dried him with the towel. His eyes were closed in the ecstasy of a person who was having their basic needs lovingly cared for by another. After drying him off, I helped him into his robe and led him off to the bedroom. My honey was being pampered and enjoying every exquisite minute of it. To be quite on honest, I was enjoying it too. 

I had him lay on his stomach along the bed after removing his robe. The scent of perfumed candles wafted across the room. Jack was in for a full body massage. I cupped the warm lotion in my hands and then started to work on hi neck and shoulders. He was very tense. He needed this massage. I worked my way down his back. I could feel his masculinity beneath my probing fingers. At the same time, I could also feel the tender love that he felt for me. 

His feet, softened by the bath, welcomed my hands. Our skin further softened by the lotion, as my hands continued to caress his skin and penetrate his tight muscles. I always appreciated how muscular his legs were, and I marveled once again that there were no signs of fat as I massaged them. His ass was a prolonged target of my working fingers. We both had a deep carnal appreciation of each other's asses. With a playful pat to his backside, I had him turn over so I could continue my work on the other side.

I worked his arms and shoulders, followed by his torso. Once again, I stopped short of his now softened prick. Once I began to work up from his feet to his thighs, however, his dick had started again to become partially aroused. I gently lotioned up his sac and then proceeded to caress the warm lotion onto his shaft. His prick hardened quickly in my hands. It had been about two weeks since he had found sexual release, and his cock was eagerly preparing for sexually release. 

"That feels so good," Jack said softly after a sensuous moan. He lay completely naked, completely relaxed, with his eyes closed.

"You sure had some surprises in store for me, " he added softly. Another soft moan escaped his throat. 

"You have no idea," I replied. "My pussy is getting so wet for you. Do you want to feel my cunt wrapped around your cock?"

"God yes," he replied, still very relaxed. He had completely given over to the sensations I was creating for him in his rod. Throbbing with ecstasy, this is right where I wanted him. 

It was then that the door opened. My biggest surprise of the evening. Tina was back, bearing her smile, helpful attitude, and our digital camera. I had often wondered what it would be like to invite Tina into our sex life. She was attractive, and she already knew all the intimate details. 

I knew my husband loved me; I was very secure in this. I had always thought that if I did ever have another woman join us that it would be important for me to be very secure in his love for me. To know no matter how much he enjoyed having her in our bedroom, that I would still be the person he desired most in all the world. 

I had also thought that I would relish the feeling of control. The idea that I was bringing him extra pleasure at my will. To know that at anytime I could say "stop" and that as my husband and best friend they would do as I wished. There would be an added element in our sex life that would heighten Jack's lust, and it would be included when I wanted, or left out when I wanted. I would have even more control over my husband's pleasure. 

Though I had thought on this before, Tina was not here to double Jack's pleasure. Tina was here to record our hot passion for one another by taking pictures of Jack and me as we fucked each other. 

I could feel jack tense up as the door opened and he saw Tina walk in. Outwardly I smiled, inwardly I laughed. Jack had tensed up, but had not made a move to cover up his nakedness. His need for sexual release was so great that he was putty in my hands. It was then that I knew for sure, he might protest, but he would allow Tina to be in the room. His need for me was that great.

"Uh. What's going on here?" Jack asked, still making no move to cover up his cock that I was slowly stroking. 

I pressed one of my free fingers against his lips, "Shhhhh."

I knew this was going to be easier for me than it was for Jack. I was pretty open about my sex life with Tina already, so I had already let Tina in on my private life. Also, since I had planned this, I was already mentally prepared for her presence in our bedroom. 

"Well, it isn't fair," Jack said "I am wearing nothing, and you still have that teddy on. As gorgeous as you look, I am going to have to take that off." Jack then reached over and began removing my skimpy clothing as I continued to slowly caress his dick. 

A flash announced Tina taking the first picture of the evening. I could feel Jack tense slightly as the flash went off, but not as much as before. The first flash was followed by other.

Jack slowly removed my teddy as he kissed my lips, then down my face to my neck. My pussy was soaked in its own juices brought on by my excitement. As the pictures continued to be taken to record this evening, Jack seemed better able to ignore Tina's presence. 

I laid back as Jack completely removed my lingerie. He slowly lowered his head and kissed my breast, then he began sucking on my nipple as he stroked my outer thigh with a light touch.

As horny as I had made Jack, I was just as turned on. I needed to feel his rock hard cock stroking my g-spot. "Fuck me," I whispered. "Take me now, in front of my best fried." 

Jack purposefully looked away from Tina as she continued to take pictures. He did as he was instructed though. He lifted up my legs, spread them apart, and slowly penetrated my dripping, eager cunt. I imagined that the warm softness of my wet cunt must feel amazing to Jack as it stretched around his cock.

His strokes were slow at first, and I wondered what Jack might be thinking about his surprise. It might be a bit strange for him, but I hope he enjoyed having Tina there. As Jack's strokes picked up, Jack seemed to be trying to ram his stick as deep inside of me as he could get it. By now, I knew we both just wanted to fuck so badly that Tina's presence could do nothing but turn us both on more.

I was already moaning in pleasure when Jack let out a soft moan himself. I knew that meant he was getting close to orgasm. I was feeling the burning itch deep in my pussy, telling me that I was close too. 

"Fuck me hard! I cried out. At the same time, I needed to climax, and I also needed to feel the cum that had building in Jack for two weeks jet deep inside me. 

Tina's picture taking continued as I felt the wracking spasms of my orgasm overtake me in a tide of total ecstasy. Just then I felt Jack's huge load of cum injected into me as Jack cried out in pleasure. 

As we cuddled afterwards, Tine took a few more pictures. I felt a little bad for Tina, she was probably as wet and ready to fuck as I was moments ago, but she was stuck taking pictures. I imagined that as she watched Jack fucking me, that she probably thought about what it would be like to have Jack fucking her. I bet her pussy was absolutely dripping as she watched us and recorded our fun. I pulled Jack closer in to me.

Soon, I began stroking Jack's cock again. I was surprised that it quickly became hard once again. Jack must still be very horny. It had been two weeks after all. Jack looked at me and smiled, a questioning look on his face.

"I want some pictures of us doggie-style," I said. 

Jack's face registered his surprise. Jack loved to fuck doggie-style, but I would not let him very often. I liked to make love while we watched each other. I could not see Jack when he was behind me. Once in a great while, however, I would give into the feeling of just wanting a good solid fuck. On those occasions I would give in and let him take me like a beast. 

Jack paused, probably torn. Tina was still taking pictures, and he would have to savagely fuck me doggie-style in front of her. Even though the thought of doing so probably turned him on, it was a forbidden act. It was an embarrassing sin to think of allowing another woman to watch on as he fucked his wife. But then, how could he resist the rare chance to take me while I was on all fours? As I played with his engorged cock, I knew that his desire to fuck my like an animal would take over. Once again, I was able to control him with his own lust. I smiled as I stroked his love rocket. I loved being in control.

Jack shook his head, even as he got up to allow me to assume the position. Tina had seen so much already, what was a little more? I knew without asking that it was turning both of us on to have my best friend there taking pictures, even if Jack had a difficult time admitting it. 

Jack entered me from behind as Tina continued to take stills of out action. Even though we had both cum moments ago, we soon began to fuck with fervor. The intensity of fucking that seems as though it can only be achieved when you both know you are doing something slightly wicked. Such as having your best friend watch and take pictures while you fuck each other. 

Jack ran his hands along my sides and down to my hanging breasts until our pace became so rapid that all he could do is hold on. I felt myself nearing climax as Jack's hard cock stroked me in and out from behind. I forgot myself as all my focus was drawn in to the incredible feeling in my pussy. "Fuck me Jack, pound me harder." 




Perspectives



After we both reassured Ed and carefully hung up the phone, I resumed my slow rhythmic motion in and out of Allison's beautiful ass and wondered if could I find a way to employ her at my brokerage firm.That way, I could have greater access to her sumptuous body.