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Erica

By: Christian Black



I discovered one of the apartment's best features after living there less than a month. I had just moved out of a place I was sharing with three other people (that's another story) and was rather enjoying living on my own. It was a little lonely, but even this was a relief after the constant emotional turmoil of my previous situation.

One night, very late, I was reading a book. Sitting right next to an open window because it was a typical steaming Chicago summer night. I happened to catch a flash of light out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked up, I nearly fell off my chair.

The apartment building was U-shaped and my window overlooked the courtyard, across which was the other half of the building. In the apartment directly across from mine, one floor down, I saw a beautiful black woman emerge from her bathroom completely naked, toweling herself off.

My jaw nearly dropped to my knees. The woman was gorgeous, with Amazonian proportions. Tall, broad-shouldered, with fantastic heavy breasts and a great big heart-shaped ass. I'm not typically what you'd call an ass man, but with this girl it was hard not to notice. She had short hair and very dark skin, looked to be about my age (23 then.) I sank back into the shadows of my apartment and watched.

I've never been a lurk-in-the-bushes Peeping Tom type, but I'm not one to ignore a free show, either. I watched the woman for several minutes as she walked around her apartment un-self-consciously, obviously trying to cool off by air-drying. Finally, she crawled into bed, still naked, and turned off the lights, ending that night's performance.

Needless to say, I kept an eye on her windows. Every few nights I would be rewarded. Even when she didn't walk around her place completely nude, she didn't wear much. In the heat, she never bothered to close her blinds either. I became moderately obsessed, and a check of the mailboxes downstairs revealed that her name was Erica Tate.

Also through my observations, I learned that Erica would sometimes have overnight company. Two different guys, who would each come over about once a week. I never watched them get it on because a) I would feel like a total pervert and b) I don't think I could have handled the jealousy of knowing someone else was sharing a bed with my beautiful Erica.

At this time, I was working the graveyard shift at a all-night print shop in Evanston, hence the late nights. I slept during the day, but had a hard time of it with the bright sunlight and the constant city street noise. Of course, hot as it was, I couldn't shut the windows, so I just had to endure the less-than-perfect sleeping conditions.

One day I was awoken at around noon by a car alarm in the alley right behind my bedroom window. I crawled out of bed, grumbling and cursing, totally naked, and stumbled out to the kitchen for a glass of water. On the way back to my bed, I passed through the living room, and happened to glance up to see . . . Erica watching me curiously from across the way.

I was too groggy to be embarrassed at my own nudity. Erica saw that I had seen her. She wasn't embarrassed, either. In fact, she actually waved at me. Sheepishly, I waved back, then shuffled back into the bedroom, scratching my skinny white ass.

A couple days later, I was down getting my mail when Erica approached me. She was wearing a tight-fitting white top and black shorts.

"Hey, you live right across from me, right?" she asked. 

I answered cautiously, afraid that she was going to complain about either my peeping or my walking the place naked in broad daylight. "Uh, yeah."

"My name's Erica," she smiled.

"Hi, I'm Christian," I said, my heart beating a little fast.

"Yeah, I know, I read it on your mailbox," she said. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

Oh boy, I thought, here it comes. I was sure she was going to ask me if I wanted one of her boyfriends to come over and stomp the shit out of me. But instead, she asked: "You smoke reefer?"

I grinned in relief. As it happened, I had just bought an ounce of some pretty good stuff from a Jamaican guy who worked with me at the print shop. I told this to Erica. She said that she had run out and her usual supplier was out of town, and then she asked me if she could buy a little bit off me.

"Sure," I said. Hardly believing my luck, I led Erica up to my apartment. 

I poured a good quarter of my ounce into a separate baggy and told Erica she could have it for nothing. She insisted, though, that she had not come up looking for free weed and tried to pay me twenty bucks. Finally, we compromised at ten, what I called a "friendly neighbor" price. The deal struck, Erica asked if we could smoke a joint.

Of course, I did not hesitate. The pot relaxed both of us and we were soon talking and laughing like we'd known each other for a long time. Erica had a talent for doing spot-perfect impressions of other people who lived in the building, and she got me laughing hard doing her versions of Mr. Yamaki, the old Japanese guy who walked his little terrier at odd hours, or Mrs. Washington, who lived underneath Erica and always complained about the noise. By the time she got around to Bob the handyman, who always flashed the crack of his ass whenever he bent over to fix something, I had tears running down my face.

We were sitting pretty close on my couch, despite the heat, and I was getting pretty aroused by the proximity of such an attractive girl. I don't know if Erica was turned on, too, but I can say that her nipples were hard. In fact, they were like little bullets poking through her shirt. This made it very difficult to look her in the eye.

She caught me looking and followed my gaze.

"Will you look at that?" she said. "Tittie hard-on again. I swear, I could wear a padded bra, a wool sweater and a jacket and those things would still poke through. Raphael says I got nipples of steel."

"Oh, I hadn't noticed," I said.

"Bullshit," Erica laughed hard at that one. She leaned even closer. On impulse, I kissed her.

She was a little surprised at first, and I was afraid I'd made a terrible mistake, but then she started kissing me back. I loved the way her full lips moved against mine.

"Damn," she said when we pulled apart. "You're a bold one."

I shrugged, tingling all over. The first time you kiss anyone is always mind blowing.

"You ever kiss a black girl before?" she asked.

"No," I said. "You ever kiss a white boy?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Well, what'd you think?"

"I don't know," Erica said. "Let's try it again."

We kissed deeply for several minutes. I wanted so badly to put my hand on her fabulous breasts and to feel for myself those hard points of flesh, but I wasn't THAT bold. Eventually, Erica took my hand and forcibly placed it right on her breast. I stroked her and kissed her hungrily.

"Wait a minute," she said, pulling away slightly. "Sorry, but could we slow down a little bit?"

"Sure," I said. If this took all night, I wouldn't mind.

"Thanks," she said. We finished off the joint, not saying much.

"So," Erica finally spoke. "I'm curious. What do white boys like? In a girl, I mean. Do they like tits? Ass? What?"

"Well," I said, extinguishing the roach in an ashtray. "I can't speak for all the white boys in the world, but personally I've always gone for . . . hairy armpits."

"What?" Erica gaped in disbelief. "You are not serious."

"Oh yes," I nodded. "Nothing turns me on more."

"That's nasty," she made a face. 

"To each his own," I said.

"I ought to hook you up with my cousin Sheila. She looks like she's got the Buckwheat brothers in a double headlock. She's into white dudes, too. Got a thing for big feet. I think she's a little fucked up in the head."

"Really," I laughed.

"Sorry to disappoint you, baby, but I shave my pits every day. My legs, too. The only thing I don't shave is my pussy."

Just hearing her say the word "pussy" was enough to make my mouth water.

"That's all right," I said. "I think you're beautiful, anyway."

I kissed her again and soon we were making heavily, pawing at each other. My hand slid between her legs. I could feel how wet she was even through her shorts.

"I gotta be crazy," Erica said when she pulled away. "My mama always said she's rather I be a dyke than be with a white guy."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Erica teased me, her lips inches from mine. "But I don't always do what my mama says."

"Have you ever been with a girl, then?" I had to ask.

"Shit," Erica laughed. "One time, this girl Crystal and me, we were drunk and high and she asked me if she could eat my pussy."

"Did you let her?"

"I never say no to getting my pussy ate."

"Really," I said, getting down on my knees without hesitation. Erica obliged me by peeling off her shorts and spreading her legs. I was face-to-face with a black girl's pussy for the first time in my life. I leaned forward and went to work.

"Is it different from a white girl's pussy?" Erica gasped.

"Mmm," was all I could say. In fact, all girls tasted different. It was my favorite thing, going down on a girl for the first time. Some girls tasted sweet, but Erica's cunt had a winey kind of taste, with a hint of some kind of exotic spice. Like curry or cloves. Lines from an old Rolling Stones song came helplessly to mind.

I drank her dark juices and felt her kinky hairs scratch my nose as I sucked on her fat clit, which grew bigger and bigger under my lips and tongue until it was like sucking on a little dick. She grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into her fragrant dripping pussy when she came.

I sat up, grinning and wiping my face.

"You do that pretty good, white boy," Erica smiled.

"I heard that black guys don't like doing that," I said. "Is that true?"

Erica shrugged. "Some do, some don't. Raphael won't go near it with his mouth. But my boy Greg eats my pussy and my asshole and loves it. So that means that Greg gets his dick sucked and Raphael don't."

"Huh," I said.

"So is it true what they say about white boys?" Erica asked.

"What's that?"

"That they've got little penises."

I was feeling very bold now. "Judge for yourself," I said, tearing my own pants down.

Erica laughed. "Well, it's no whale, but then it's not a minnow, either."

I wasn't sure how I should take that comment, but then Erica leaned over and wrapped her lips around me and I decided it didn't matter.

"Don't come, now," she cautioned before she went to work.

I moaned out loud as she sucked expertly. Just as I felt the first shivers of oncoming orgasm, she sat up.

"There," she said. "That got it nice and big."

"Does it taste different than a black guy's dick?"

"Dick is dick, honey," Erica said. "Now, you got any rubbers?"

"Yeah," I said. Thank God.

"Put one on," she said. "I don't want any white babies. I'd be disinherited."

Erica rolled over and stuck her great black ass into the air while I pulled a condom out of my wallet. My hands were shaking so bad it was hard to put it on.

"Hurry up," Erica told me as I struggled. "Ram it into me, white boy."

Finally I got the condom pulled on. I slid into her dripping black snatch and felt it wrap tightly around me. 

"Oh," we both moaned simultaneously.

She pulled her top off as I fucked her from behind. I reached around to fondle her heavily pendulous breasts, then ran my white hands all over her beautiful chocolate skin. Then I grabbed her ass, which filled both my hands. She grinded back into me and I could tell she was about to come.

"Yes," she cried out. "Oh, God yes! Fuck it! Fuck it hard! Fuck my cunt!"

Hearing her nasty, dirty talk was all it took to get me off. I filled the condom so full I was afraid it was going to pop inside of her. I kept humping her until the spasms subsided, then I pulled out, weak and exhausted.

"Not quite done yet," she said. "God damn it."

She reached her hand between her legs and squeezed her fat clit between her fingers. I watched in awe. Watching this beautiful black girl masturbate herself until her cunt twitched and spurted was one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed. 

When she was finished, Erica stood up and got dressed. I was too wiped out to even pull the cum-filled rubber off my dick. She kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

"Thanks, Christian," she said. "I was always curious about white boys. Thanks for the reefer, too."

She was heading out the door.

"Hey, wait," I said feebly. "Do you want to maybe go out to a movie sometime? Or dinner?"

She shook her head. "Not a good idea. But, you know, I'm going to take a shower tonight about nine before I go out. Maybe you can check me out, I know you like to watch."

With that, she was gone. I saw her from time to time after that, both casual meetings down by the mailbox, and voyeuristic glimpses through her window. Sometimes she would lay on her bed and get herself off, and I think she knew I was watching. We never had sex again, though. Apparently, fucking a white guy was an exotic kick she would try once, like lesbianism.

She moved out of her apartment a few months later, and I never saw her again. Too bad, she was the best neighbor I ever had.

Erica



Here's one I wrote

Erica was in my humanities class. I haven't seen her in five years. At the time, I was already looking for a real job and she was living in the dorms.

We started talking—complaining really, early in the semester. The first time we spoke we were grumbling our annoyances with our professor, but a week later she was punctuating her sentences with emotive slaps to my shoulder as she shared her worries about our midterm.

Towards the end of that week, I awoke to my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I groaned, wiping an evening of sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's like one. What are you doing in bed on a weekend? This is Erica from class."

I sat up in bed. My heart resumed its waking rhythm and I cracked my spine as though she could see me slouching.

"Oh. Long day. Did you find me in the school directory?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm in my dorm watching a movie and can't get motivated to study. Do you wanna go over this shit with me?"

"Uh... I can do that. What's going on tomorrow? I'll get a quiet room in the Library."

"I'm going back home for like, the rest of the weekend. I meant right now... I'm working on Monday night and the exam is Tuesday. Can't you come over?"

It would seem that maintaining an air of exclusivity is not a masculine virtue. There is no overnight parking near the dorms, so I biked across town in the cold. Twenty minutes later I was in her room. She was watching MTV from her futon. Her hair was pulled back, and she was wearing glasses instead of contacts.

"Hey." She said, barely looking at me. She nodded at the position next to her on the couch and reached underneath the bed and pulled out plastic bag holding a half-smoked blunt. She took three deep puffs, exhaling thick, acrid clouds of marijuana smoke. Erica passed it to me without turning away from the TV.

She flipped on the light as I smoked, thumbing through Rosseau's Confessions for the relevant chapter.

"Could you get this for me?" she asked, squeezing her neck to indicate her tension.

This is way too easy. I thought. "Sure." I said, barely able to restrain my excitement.

"Great." Erica said. She stood up and dropped the afghan that had covered her legs onto the floor and sat between my knees. Though I'd suspected, I saw then that she wore no pants. It wasn't that she was especially short, but I'd never realized that I was a full foot taller. As I kneaded the muscle from her shoulders up to the soft base of her skull, she began to almost purr.

"Lower back." she said. I would have gotten an erection hearing her describing her favorite pizza toppings, but hearing her reference parts of her anatomy left me straining hopelessly against my zipper

She turned her face, swatting me in the face with her thick brown ponytail. "Mmmmm... That's helping. Can you push harder?"

I continued, now with my knuckles until she shifted her legs were into my lap. I began to squeeze her calves. She slowly withdrew her legs until her bare feet kicked my thigh. Soon I was sitting cross-legged, rubbing her feet.

"God I needed this." She croaked, relighting her blunt. She smoked, watching intently as I massaged her feet and legs. I was unprepared when she extended her right foot, poking her toes into my chest, poking and pinching with her toes up to my shoulder and brushing my neck. I looked at her face, staring intently at me through the cloud of smoke. When her toe crossed under my chin, I took it in my hands. Looking to her for approval, I brushed my lips against it. She smirked.

"Mmmmm. Scrape the bottom with your teeth." She said. I obeyed, biting and licking her toes and feet. "C'mere." She said, beckoning with her finger. As my face neared hers, she grinned and shook her head, pushing my head back down to her knees, then slowly dragging my head toward her thighs before returning to her blunt. "Wanna lick?" She asked playfully as I nuzzled further towards her pussy. I smiled, sliding a finger under the elastic of her waistband, but she slapped my hand away and gave me a playful little flick in the nose.

"Ask nicely" she instructed.

"Uhh... Can I lick your pussy?" She looked at me expectantly. "Umm.. Please?" I asked. She still said nothing, frowning. "Ma'am?" I tried, confused.

She renewed her grin and slowly exposed her cunt to me. It was gorgeous. Her skin lightened from dusted cinnamon at her thighs to a milky pale at the base of her leg. Her pussy was framed in short brown hairs, shaved away at the lips. She spread her legs a bit, one pushing against the futon and the other foot on the floor. I tentatively flitted my tongue against her outer lips, inhaling its smell. "Put your tongue in." She demanded. "And start taking your clothes off.' I could barely find my zipper. She held the back of my head trying to force my tongue deeper inside her. I had to push back on her clit with my lips to catch a breath.

"Harder." She breathed, bucking against my face as I struggled for breath. Finally she came. As I started to climb to my feet, she put a hand on my shoulder. "Keep licking." She said. I kept lapping at her pussy, swallowing the slick fluid and licking it from my lips. She patted my head and stood up, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and fixing her camisole. "Wanna get off?" She asked.

I smiled. "Close your eyes and jerk off for me. I wanna watch. Get those boxers off." I was a bit disappointed, but still aroused by the idea. I pushed my boxers down around my knees as she sat in front of me on the futon. I opened my eyes long enough to see her half-frown when she saw my cock.

"Close your eyes!" She said, sounding more than a little annoyed. I don't know if it was just nerves, but for whatever reason I started to lose my erection. She tisked. "Here. Sit down. Want a blowjob?" She offered.

"Mmmm. That'd be great." I sat down and she straddled me. She threw a t-shirt over my head, covering my eyes. She grabbed my wrists and moved them above my head, As I tried to identify the metal clanking sound I heard, I felt cold steel press against my wrists. Before I could identify the sound, I realized that my hands were cuffed to the frame of the futon behind my head. No sooner than that, I felt Erica stand up.

She went into the bathroom that she shared with her neighbors. One could pass through it to the next room without going into the hallway. I heard her open her neighbor's door and ask: "hey Danni, wanna give my friend a blowjob?" My eyes went wide beneath the shirt, and moments later I felt a strange, slender hand wrapped around my cock. The stranger squeezed my thighs and began flicking her tongue against the head of my cock. I felt Erica kneel down next to me. She began nibbling at my ear and whispering to me.

"Mmmm... that's so hot. Will you come for me?"

"Uh. Uh huh." I struggled.

"Come on, I wanna see you come. Suck his dick harder, Danni." She ordered. I began to feel tightness, starting in my stomach and working its way down. "I expect you to accommodate our guest as well. You're not gonna disappoint me, are you?"

"Nuh uh. Nuh uh." I grunted. I held my breath, feeling on the very cusp of a crushing orgasm.

"That's right, come for me. I can't wait to see you go down on Danni." She cooed. I couldn't see a thing, but could feel spurts of come splashing against the stranger's throat. "One thing you should know..." Erica said. I could hear her grin. I could feel her breath on my neck. "This is a co-ed floor."

I grunted, confused. "Get on your knees." She said as she uncuffed my hands and restrained them again behind my back. She pulled the shirt off my head, and I saw that it was another man in the room with us! I was mortified. "You remember Danny." she said. As my eyes adjusted, I was struck with even more horror when I recognized the TA from our class, Daniel Miller! "Now get to work."

"Erica, I didn't know it was a guy, you covered my eyes!" "Yeah, but you said you'd suck his cock, didn't you?" She wasn't yet angry, but she was very insistent.

"Yeah, but I'm not into guys. I mean, that's fine, but..."

She cut me off. "Well what the fuck? I certainly doubt he wants to fuck me. You owe him a blowjob. Now open your fucking mouth." She slapped me in the back of the head.

"But..." I stammered, struggling against the cuffs. "I'm not... I don't..."

"You do now. For me, you do, at least. It's just skin, Jesus." She bent down and slapped my ass. I still hesitated. She knelt down and grabbed one of my testicles between her fingers and squeezed— just enough to put me in a bit of discomfort. "Now open. Your. Mouth!" she said, tweaking it on the last syllable. I yelped. I didn't see a choice. I took a deep breath and let him touch his cock to my lips. It was a pale pink, almost the size of a golf ball. Erica smiled as he wiped his pre-cum on my lips and slapped my cheeks with his hard cock.

Erica slowly released my balls and tentatively began to stroke my cock. "There's my little cocksucker. Push it in his mouth, Danny."

Danny grabbed a handful of my hair and abruptly shoved his cock deep into my mouth. It was maybe eight inches long, compared to my five. Certainly thicker. I gagged and doubled over coughing when it hit my throat. It felt like I was trying to swallow a salt shaker.

"Keep going." Erica insisted. "Lick his balls." I complied, trying to hold back the tears before he shoved his cock into my mouth again. "C'mon cocksucker. You can do better than that. Open up your throat." I tried, but failed even worse than before. Danny towered over me. As I strained my nose closer to his flat abs, I felt bile rising again in my throat and doubled over coughing, trying not to vomit.

"Danny, this isn't going to work." I heard the snap of a latex glove, and moments later Erica's lubricated index finger was prying open my asshole. "Keep him hard," she ordered. My ex used to stroke my prostate while she was going down on me, but that was the extent of my experience. With her other hand, Erica pushed my head back down on Danny's hard cock. "Lick it for me. Lick his balls and his cock." She worked a second finger into me, and then slowly inched in a third. It took about three or four minutes. "How big is Andy's cock?" She asked Danny.

"Pretty big. I don't mind, if he's up for it." Danny said.

"Would you go ask him?"

Danny withdrew his balls from my lips and left the room. I struggled for breath, grateful for the moment's reprieve. In just a moment, I saw another guy out of the corner of my eyes. He struggled out of his clothes while Erica stroked his cock. As she pulled him into her, I felt a pair of strong hands pull me to my knees. I tried to look over my shoulder, even though I knew it must be Danny. That was when I felt his cock pushing against my asshole.

"What the fuck? No! C'mon, Erica. I'll suck it. I'll do a better job. Let me just suck his cock. All three of them laughed.

"Don't worry" Erica said. "He's still squeaky clean under that condom. You can swallow his cum." I winced as Danny pushed his huge cock into my ass. I could hear Erica moaning as I watched Andy fuck her in my peripheral vision. The pain was getting more intense, but slowly gave way to pleasure as Danny rocked against my prostate. Still moaning, Erica looked over at my stiffening cock. "Hey... umm... he... he likes this... more than he's letting on." She looked up at Andy. "Come in my pussy. It'll be a nice treat for him."

As Andy moaned, draining his balls into Erica's soft cunt, I felt Danny pull out of me and snap the condom off. "Lick my balls." He ordered as he began to stroke his cock violently. "Lick!" He shouted, slapping my nose with his long, hard cock. I started licking and sucking his balls while he stroked his cock. Soon he stepped back, still stroking. Andy had pulled out of Erica, and they both knelt down next to me to watch Danny come on my face. There was more than I expected. He coated my lips and chin with gummy streaks of come.

Erica smiled, squeezing my ass. "You can go now, boys." As they left, she stroked my hair. "That was pretty hot. You didn't do so bad for your first time, shorty." she said, squeezing my cock. She pulled a chair in front of the spot where I knelt. "Now open your mouth," Erica ordered. As I did, she began scooping up Danny's come in her fingers and wiping it on my lips. "Swallow it all." She said. When she'd finished feeding me Danny's come, she guided my face to her pussy to lick out Andy's. It wasn't so bad—pleasant even. She might even have been right. As I plunged my tongue into her pussy, I could feel the globs of cum working their way down. I swallowed them all, grateful for the taste of her cunt. 



Erica



The subject heading read "BIG NEWS". Curiously Amanda clicked on the email and went through its contents. She gasped. "Honeeeyyyyy!!! Come look at this please!" 

Moments later her boyfriend rushed into the room. "What it is babe, I was in the middle of playing with the kids." Amanda said nothing and just pointed to the screen. He placed his muscular hand on her and leaned over to read the email.

Dear John & Amanda,

First off, how are you two doing? 

Gosh, I guess I'll get right into it because I really can't contain the news any more: I'M MOVING BACK TO TORONTO!!! I've thought about it long and hard and wasn't sure whether this was the right thing to do, but I've finally decided that things would be better for me if I'm back in the big city! I should be back within the week. I'll call you guys when I am and we can get together. So excited!!!

Can't wait,

Erica xoxoxo

John ran his hand through his short black hair. "Wow, Erica's coming back, eh?" Erica had moved away from the city five years ago to a town somewhere in south-western Ontario. The three of them had been former coworkers and friends so they tried to keep in semi-regular contact with each other. Occasionally Erica sent them messages to update them on her endeavours.

"Yeah, guess she is." Amanda sat back in her chair. She was quite unsure about it all. "But I don't get it! Why now?" Although she wouldn't admit it to John right now, she'd always been weary of the brunette partly because she was so damn stunning. Amanda never felt she could compete with her amazingly fit and curvy body. Amanda, the blonde, was slender and flat-chested while the brunette had a full figure with a very noticeable bust. Amanda's relationship with Erica was interesting because her current boy, John, was Erica's ex. While they were together, Erica and John were the perfect couple. He was a handsome, muscular guy with a beautiful, athletic woman on his arm. Everyone knew that they were so good together. But their relationship ended when she left him. A year later she moved away and a romance developed between John and Amanda, alove that produced two children. With that said, despite their relationship ending years ago and John had a new flame, somehow Amanda had always wondered whether it was really over between them, whether a fire was still buried beneath the surface. 

"I have no idea babe. I'm sure she has her reasons though and we shouldn't judge just yet." He gave his girlfriend a peck on the cheek. Amanda smiled back. She always felt reassured with him. He knew just what to do. 

Just then, their two kids, Dylan and Emma, ran into the room. "There you are daddy! Where'd you go?" John picked them up on him shoulders. "You found me! Now how about an airplane ride?!" He laughed as he ran around the room as the kids outstretched their arms like they were flying. Amanda looked on at all their happy faces and laughed herself. She had a good thing here: a loving boyfriend and two amazing kids. She didn't see that going away anytime soon. 

That night she was rewarded with what a loving husband could do. Amanda and John made it a point to have healthy sex drives despite having kids. As he slid himself between her thighs, she moaned in delight at having his powerful abs, chest, and biceps over her. She felt so wanted under the feel of his lustful touch. He showered her neck and face with love pecks. He kissed her pert nipples and breasts. "Mmm, give me more John!" She moaned. Her boyfriend gradually upped his tempo, thrusting into her pussy at greater speeds. As they moved into a moment of pure sexual bliss, the world did not exist outside that bed. While the bed may have rocked and squeaked, for all they cared there'd be no one else to hear it. "Yes, love me lover. Give me your cock baby!" She lustfully cooed as she played with his hair and brought him in for a kiss. She kissed his face and then trailed them all the way down to his own hard chest. He thrusted her pelvis with a pleasurable and pain free rhythm. It was enough to get her going and it really had exploding in elation. Yes, all things were right in the house, she thought.

***

A few days later Amanda and John had received the call from Erica that she was all settled in and ready to meet up with them. With the kids spending the night with their grandparents, John invited Erica for coffee at their house.

The doorbell rung and the couple anxiously went to answer it. They took a deep breath and opened it up. "Heeeeeeyyyy!!!!" They greeted in unison.

Erica stood smiling back at them as she greeted them back. This being their first look at her in five years, both Amanda and John took a moment to study her appearance. Immediately Amanda noticed that she was still quite shorter than she was: a lower than average 5'3 to her statuesque 5'9. She saw a little bit of a weight gain, but she still kept the full form that everyone lusted over five years ago. Her curly brown hair had grown out a bit. Amanda's blonde locks had stayed the same. She wore brown flats, a brown skirt that stopped four inches above the knee, and a black jacket that covered some sort of red top that peeked through. Erica nervously laughed at the pause. "May I come in or are we going to this out here on your front steps?" The couple individually noted a slight British accent.

"Oh, come in, come in!" John made way for her. Erica undid the buttons to her jacket and slowly slid it off her back. She wore a sleeveless, low cut little number that was tied at the back of her neck and also exposed her upper back. "Wow," John complimented as he surveyed that top. "You look amazing Erica. Here I'll get your coat."

For Amanda, the shirt was quite the bold move. Very provocative. It showcased her chest nicely though. The two embraced in a hug. "Soo wonderful to see you again Amanda!" The blonde just smiled. She could only feel her big breasts completely overtake her petite babies through her much more conservative sweater.

"Woah, woah, give me some lovin' too there Erica!" John returned. "Of course!" The brunette exclaimed and broke her embrace with Amanda to go her ex. She was so short compared to him so she had to get up on her toes to make the hug look less awkward. As Amanda watched, she could only think about those breasts pushing against John's black T-Shirt. Out of instinct she looked down at her own seemingly inferior mounds and wondered if he had been comparing the two right now as he had Erica in his hold.

They all sat down at the living area, John and Amanda on one couch and Erica across. "Wow, you're back!" John chimed.

"Hahaha, yeah, I guess I am!"

"Why?" Amanda jumped in with the burning question in her mind.

Erica crossed her legs giving them a brief glimpse of her panties. "I just couldn't be in a small town anymore! I missed Toronto! So much to see here, so much opportunity. The job market is a whole lot better here too."

"That's wonderful. It really is great seeing you." John smiled.

"Where are you staying?" Amanda butted in again with a short question.

She leaned in to speak to them. "Well, for the time being I am with my cousin and her housemates. Rather unstable because there's so many of us, BUT hopefully it'll be alright." She crossed her fingers and smiled.

"Good. I'll get the coffee."

"I'll join you honey. Excuse us, Erica."

Inside the kitchen John probed his girlfriend. "What's wrong with you? It's like you're interrogating her or something."

"What? No, of course not." Sarcasm was in the air.

John gave her the "come on now" look and picked up the tray with the kettle and mugs. Amanda followed with biscuits.

They found her looking over their pictures. "You two have beautiful children. Where are they?"

"They're actually at their grandmother's. Sorry you couldn't meet them!" John replied. Erica put on a bit of a pouty face. "You know what though? We're gonna do a pool day outside tomorrow for them. You should stop by."

Amanda was slightly taking back that he invited her just like that. "John...that was our day for the kids..."

John defended his invitation. "Well she can come too. It shouldn't be an issue."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"Yeah! It's no worries, you're a friend!"

"Great then! So what else have you guys been up to?"

"We're actually wine enthusiasts now. We made some down in Niagara. Now we have bottles and bottles of red wine!" He laughed. "I'll get you some." He left for a moment a brought back a glass and a tall bottle.

He pointed to Amanda. "She just adores the stuff."

"Really?" Erica laughed again.

Amanda set the record straight. "Not adores. Just really enjoys. You know, a glass every other day." As she responded John had filled up the cup and handed it to Erica. 

The brunette sipped on it and let the taste sit in her mouth. "Mmm, fruity! I see why she likes it. She drank a bit more so it was about half full and offered the rest to Amanda. "Here, finish it off girl!"

The mom took it and downed it in no time. "Love that stuff!" She smiled and laughed. Erica observed how the liquid lit her up as in went down her throat. 

The brunette looked to John who was holding the bottle. She leaned forward in to talk with him - again exposing her cleavage. "Can I see the label?" The man obliged and held it out as they both looked at it. She touched her hand on top of his with subtlety. 

The night continued with small chit chat until Erica headed out for the night. After they saw her out, John remarked on the night. "Well that was nice. She's great isn't she?"

"Yeah, great, whatever."

The sex that night was more forceful than the previous night. They had been tame before. Tonight there was a new intensity in John. He worshipped her body like a man would the very first time he had the women of his dreams in bed. He pounded his stone cold cock into her. There was pain involved. He ripped through her vaginal walls, while roughly groping his hands on her hips and her breasts. He gripped her hair and forced her face to kiss him. A couple of times Amanda had to tell him to stop or tone it down, but in sex speak that just meant keep it up. Truth is, she thought a bit of roughness added to the experience. She loved to be taken and to have her man assert his masculinity on her in the most primal act known to humans. And the pain was huge turn on too that only added to her eventual orgasm. Every little nibble on her skin really got her going.

Then the second guessing began. Amanda couldn't help but wonder if Erica was the root of it. She saw all the indecent flashes she threw at John tonight. He was no doubt looking. Was he turned on by it now? No, there's no way. Still, the thought crossed her mind, even for a split second, who and what was he thinking of right now? Was it merely coincidence that he turned up the heat tonight after going to so long being relatively tame? Did Erica bring out the animal in him? There were so many questions running through her head even while she was cumming out. The post-sex was more awkward. Lying in bed after the excitement, left to her own devices, these weird thoughts and inquiries kept her aware for a substantial amount of time before her body told her it was time to recharge it.

***

Amanda sat on the pool's edge in her two piece black bikini. She was soaking in the beautiful weather. The water felt good too. Her two energetic children ran about near her chasing each other with toys, vying for their mom's attention. John was off filling the air with charcoal fired burgers. Amanda loved it when he was shirtless. 'Twas always a treat to see his yummy muscles.

Erica shut the screen door and descended the steps. She loosened the string to her track pants and pulled it down her legs. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on her bottoms. She threw back her brown hair. She donned a two piece lacy red bikini. Her body was perfect for bikini attire. Tanned skin, full thighs, great abs. Amanda watched her from her position and was instantly reminded why she was so envious of her all those years. She worked that outfit. She was perfect for it. Guys didn't hesitate to look her breasts when they flirted with her and couldn't resist staring at her pass as she passed by them. She could truly have any man she wanted. Amanda looked down at her own body and identified it as the antithesis of Erica's. Long, slender, flat-chested, white like she'd been indoors all the time. She felt inferior.

`The two children ran up to Erica and stopped. "Hi!"

She bent down to their levels. "Well, hello! What are your names?"

"Dylan" "Emma"

"Pretty names. What have you got there?" She said referring to their toys.

"Plane. It's going to fly us anywhere we want. Me, Emma, mommy and daddy."

"Aww, ain't that sweet!"

Amanda walked up to them. "Dylan, Emma, go play over there for a minute." The two children chased each other off.

"Sweet kids, you have there, Amanda. Hard to believe that you popped out two of them. You look good!"

After the comparisons she made about their bodies, Amanda had a hard time believing in her sincerity. She knew she was mocking her.

"Thanks." She watched her fold her toned arms over her chest. 

"Well, I'm gonna enjoy this water now. Bye!" A truly awkward change in Amanda's mind. There wasn't even chit chat even of the forced kind.

With that Erica jumped into the pool. She executed some perfect back strokes. Then she just lay in the middle of the water just taking in the sun. As if she needed it, Amanda thought. Watching her, Amanda concocted a rather evil image in her head. She pictured herself trying to drown Erica! Holding her head underwater as her arms flailed for help. All the while Amanda donned a sadistic smile. Of course she'd never act on this, but the dark image comforted her about Erica. She revelled in the idea of her powerful body slow down while it gradually lost air.

Just as that fantasy ended, another began. Erica was lying motionless at poolside. John was trying to revive her. Pounding her torso, making her breasts go up and down. Then giving her the mouth to mouth resuscitation. It was like he was kissing her. Erica coughed awake and saw John above her. She grabbed him and gave him the most passionate kiss in gratitude, and he was kissing back!

Amanda snapped back to reality and wondered what that was all about. She "woke" to Erica already climbing out of the pool. Her hair was dripping wet and little droplets glistened on her amazing body. She walked up behind John who was hard at work at grilling. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and the look on his face said it all. Wide eyed, obviously caught off guard. He said something and they both laughed. Amanda couldn't make out whether he was looking at her face or her chest more. Erica touched his arm as they spoke. She obviously flaunting herself and John was eating it up. In her head she begged her boyfriend to send her away. He gave her a burger, laughed some more, and then motioned her to the patio setting. Amanda was relieved. Seeing her sitting all alone while gnawing on her food, Amanda couldn't help but think that she was cooking something up in that pretty head of hers. 

In bed that night, Amanda and John were foreplaying. John was madly kissing his girlfriend anywhere he saw skin from the neck up.

"Do you find me attractive?"

John kissed his girlfriend's neck. "Mmm, what?"

"What do you like about me?"

John broke his fixation on her body to address her. "What do you mean what do I like about you? You're the mother of my children?"

"So that's all? I'm a baby making machine to you?"

"I meant that, it's not an easy decision to want to make a kid. You were hot and wonderful enough for me to want that."

Amanda paused. "Do you find her attractive?"

"Who?"

"Erica."

John gave out a nervous laugh. This was a death trap question and he knew it. "What? No!"

Amanda glanced at him after his uneasiness. "I saw you gawking at her today."

"Ok fine. She's a very beautiful girl. After so many years she looks amazing. I admit that. But that's all there is. She's the past."

Amanda thought about pursuing it further, but didn't. Instead she smiled largely and nuzzled herself in his face again. He rolled on top of her and inserted him. She locked her legs around his hips and kissed his body. She exhaled passionately.

With thoughts of Erica's body from earlier today, for the second night in a row she thought of her during their love making session. She revisited the image of her displaying her wet and delicious body to him. He was really happy when she did that. Erica was blocking Amanda's view but she thought of the bulge in John's shorts while he spoke to her. She wondered if he thought about that too afterwards. Or even worse, if he was thinking of her now. She could only wonder if all this passion for her was actually directed for Erica. For all she knew it could have been a powerful fit body under him, instead of her thin frame.

When John took her from behind, her paranoia climaxed. Not being to see his face fuelled her suspicions. While his powerful cock filled her with his seed, she thought of him mouthing or even quietly moaning the name "Erica." Like last night John's animalistic instincts had taken over. He humped and pounder her like he was making up for all the time he didn't have her in this position. He held her hips hard and steady. She lay on her forearms in able to emit any other sounds but moans and the occasional yelp whenever John spanked her bottom. He left his hand print on her reddened ass when he did that. And again, Amanda wondered whose ass he was seeing. Erica always had firm buns. A simple pair of jeans was enough to hypnotize most men. As he pounded her into the night, these thoughts filled her. She was insecure and she knew it. Yet somehow, she liked it.

***

"Don't run too far kids! Stay close!"

Amanda and John took a stroll with their children around their neighbourhood. Emma and Dylan ran around in front of the couple as they casually walked in enjoyment of the noon sun and summer breeze. It was a nice feeling for Amanda. Her hands gripping her boyfriend's, taking in her surroundings. So at ease. A true family moment. 

Amanda's nice thoughts were interrupted by a young woman approaching them in the opposite direction. She was roughly 5'3, blue jeans, white tank. Big sunglasses, rosy cheeks, slightly tanned skin, her brown hair pulled back in a pony tie. Perhaps it was everything that transpired yesterday and last night because Amanda instinctively thought of Erica. This stranger reminded her of the returning girl. Maybe if the sunglasses were off it'd be a different story but for now she couldn't help but pick out the similarities. Pretty girl. Very pretty in fact. Nice body, beautiful tits, a little bit of cleavage on display. Everything Amanda always wished she had.

She looked up at John to see that he had been looking at her too. More insecure thoughts crept into her mind. She wondered if this was the kind of body he longed for. Better yet, was he making the same connections concerning Erica that she was. She clutched his bicep slightly tighter and inched closer to his body. John thought none of it, but to Amanda it was a call for him to never leave her. As she walked by them, they looked at her behind. To be fair, they weren't staring at her. It was just passerbyers taking in each other. But in Amanda's mind it seemed so much more than that. She knew Erica absolutely had to cross his mind. That witch just had to. Yesterday she gave him a lot to look at and think about and it was playing out now.

That night, with the kids asleep, the couple settle on the couch to watch some television. With a glass of wine in front of her and her body resting on John's torso, Amanda felt safe and calm even with the sounds of heavy rain and howling wind outside their windows. Just because she felt like doing it, she reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled. He smiled and kissed her back. She lay flat on the cushions just inviting John to get her. He positioned himself on top of her and began to kiss her lips. Amanda undid her own pants as well as John's. He kissed a road own to her chest unthreading a button at a time as he moved down. She felt his cock arise from the action and decide to let it loose from the confines of his underwear. She moved her panties from her pussy lips in preparation too. He had her shirt half open, kissing her naked breasts. Small as they were, he didn't skip over them. He moved to insert himself in her. Amanda was breathing hard now.




Erica



DING DONG!!!

John bounced up. He looked at the clock. 10:42. "Who the hell could that be at this hour?"

Amanda was so wrapped up in the moment that she dismissed it and advised John to do the same thing. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down. "Probably some nasty hooligans playing a trick." She put him in a liplock. He moaned in agreement. 

DING DONG!!!

"Ok, that's it!" John got up and marched frustrated to the door, fixing his clothes on the way. He forcefully swung it open with the intent of giving whoever was on the other side a verbal and possible physical lashing. "Ok buddy where the fuck do you get off....ERICA!?"

The brunette stood dripping wet as rain pattered on top of her. Her matted hair clung to her head and face. Her clothes white shirt neither had her upper body see through. Above all she was in tears. A lot of them. "She-she kicked me out!!!!"

John hurried to get her in the house. As soon as she got in she hugged him with wet garments and all. Amanda got up to investigate what was holding up her make out session. She saw the two in each other's arms and puzzled. "What happened?"

"I don't know. She was kicked out. Do you have your stuff here Erica?"

She sniffed. "Y-yeah. In the car."

"Ok, I'll get them and you go up and take a bath. You'll get sick. Amanda, wanna show her the way? Thanks."

Amanda resented that he didn't even give her a chance to answer. All this had come too fast. One minute John was about to cut her cake and the next Erica shows up dripping water all over her floor. She reluctantly led her to the bathroom. Erica followed very solemnly. Amanda pushed open the door and flicked on the light. "In there." She simply said. Erica muttered a low utterance of thanks in return.

John came in with several suitcases. He brought it into their spare guest room and went back out to get the remainder. When he was all settled, he located some clean sheets to the bed. Amanda joined him in the room to find him unfolding the fabric.

"She's gonna stay here isn't she?"

"Well yeah, I don't see any other option for her. She's been thrown out into the cold...literally!"

"There are motels you know."

John just shook his head at her. "Why don't you just admit that you don't like her and be done with it?"

"It's not that I don't like her." She sighed. "It's just so fishy that she came back here. Why now? I know there's no concrete reason for me to doubt her but it's just a gut feeling, you know?"

"What with my history with her?"

She looked at her fingers and nodded.

He sat down with her. "That's just ridiculous Amanda. You should know that." He wiped her hair from her forehead and kissed it. Then he kissed her lips. And again. Before they knew they were making out on Erica's half made bed.

Amanda pushed them off. "I have to know. Are you thinking of me right now?"

"What? Who else would I be thinking of? You're the only one here. You have been a strange one lately Amanda, haha."

The two looked up to see a fresh Erica standing in the doorway. She was wearing Amanda's robe. "Am I in the middle of something?"

John stammered. "No, no, come in."

The brunette came in and sat in between the two on the bed slightly bumping Amanda to move slightly over. "I'm just so sorry for all this. I didn't mean to spring this on you like this, but when she kicked me out, you were the first people I thought of." Her brown eyes twinkled with lament and pain.

"Don't worry about Erica. Why'd she kick you out?"

"Oh I don't know...It's all a blur now. Something about being one body too many in the house and I wasn't pulling my weight."

The three sat silent for a moment taking it all.

"I, or I should say, we, want you to stay here until you get back on your feet." John said.

Erica smiled and looked them both over. John looked more inviting about the idea than Amanda. "Really? You'd do that?! Thank you!" She hugged them both individually and kissed them both on the cheek. Amanda wiped her face. "I promise I'll do my share around here. I wanna be fair to both of you!!"

John rose up with Amanda. "Well then it's settled, we're housemates! For now, try to get some sleep after a long night I'm sure." The three of them exchanged goodnights and retired to bed.

"I still don't think she's earnest." Amanda stated as the two of them undressed and slipped into bed.

"You can think whatever you want Amanda, it's hard to fake all that. And for what cause?! Why would she want to go through all that trouble?" He said as he lay down.

The blonde had the word in her head and on the tip of her tongue. She desperately wanted to say "You". But she fought the urge. She knew if she did she'd get a rowdy response out of him and she didn't want to argue. She let it slide tonight. 

Instead she let him take her well into the night. Actually, she didn't really have a say. The statement should've read he FORCED himself to take her. This was an increasingly beastly John manifesting himself. 

The trend was hard to miss. The more Erica hung around them, the more he changed. She started off innocent and so did he. But her dripping wet body tonight had truly set him off. Amanda just knew it had to be it! She noticed the pain exerted on her body increased as well. He groped and scratched her a greater deal than in the past. She was even starting to bruise in some areas of her torso, hips, and thighs. She convinced herself that they were innocent little love marks, the product of a healthy sex drive. But it was the furthest thing from healthy. Erica had taken over her mind in the bedroom. She couldn't help it! She hated it because she suspected John no longer thought of her own self, but at the same time, the sex felt sooo good with Erica in his mind. Second, even with these frail thoughts, the idea of the two of them really enticed her. Two people that were seemingly made for each other going at it with? It was sickening to think of Amanda not being with John, yet so erotic all the same. Things were bad and she knew it.

***

The next few days were quite trying for Amanda. Erica wasn't exactly being a freeloader and she didn't go unnoticed either. One morning the house filled with the aroma of a big breakfast. John, Amanda and their kids climbed downstairs to the kitchen to see what was going on. Inside the table was filled with the works: pancakes, toast, bacon, sausages, eggs made in several different styles, milk, coffee, orange juice. The kids marvelled at what they saw. Amanda and John were not only in awe of the food but also of the cook herself. Erica stood in front of the oven still clad in her night gown, a short little black number that left much to be desired. She greeted them with the cheeriest of demeanours and they all sat down and enjoyed to food. The entire time Amanda watched John and Amanda's interaction. She looked to see how many times John looked directly at her attire and how many times Erica adjusted her gown strap.

It wasn't just breakfast either. Erica would take part in the housework, but she'd do it in the oddest of attires. Amanda would roll her eyes whenever she saw her vacuuming or sweeping in the tightest of skinny jeans imaginable. It was so bloody obvious what she was doing whenever she bent down to pick up something. But Amanda did not say anything to her or John. She just let her have her stupid fun. That is, until one night.

Amanda sat down on the couch with a bottle of wine, a glass, and her reading material for the evening. With John out with his buddies for the night, she was going to turn this into a nice evening of wine and reading. She opened the already half empty bottle and smelled its aroma. "Mmm!" Content she poured herself some of it and sat it down on the table. She sipped the sweet liquid and set that down too. She picked up her book, curled herself in a comfortable position and dove into it.

It was an extremely thrilling read. It told the story of five female friends who were as close can be. One of the girls however had a hidden agenda against the rest of the girls. She began secretly to sabotage the lives of her friends. They were oblivious to her conniving ways. Amanda let out a yawn. It wasn't that she was bored, maybe unusually tired. She shook it off and had another drink. She pressed on. The five girls were having a girl's night. One of the girls was upstairs taking a shower because she had come straight from the gym to join her friends. Then out of nowhere a hand grabbed as she climbed out of the tub! A knife sliced through her naked chest as she watched herself die. Amanda senses piqued. A shocking turn of events. She resorted to murder? What a cruel bitch! She loved it!

"Whatcha reading?"

Amanda looked up to see Erica sit down beside her. Immediately her exhilaration slipped away. "What are you doing here Erica?" She put down her book.

"Oh you know, with John out having fun, things are boring around here. Thought I'd come see how you're doing."

"I am fine thank you." She yawned.

"Oh, tired are we?"

"Never mind that. I don't appreciate what you're doing around here. Vacuuming in tight jeans, doing the dishes in a skirt and a bra as a top. I mean, who-who does that?!"

Erica laughed and pointed to the top of her head. "This girl does! Thought I'd spice things up around here!"

Amanda just glared at her. She picked up her glass and finished her wine. Erica watched every move.

"Despite what John might say, you, you're not welcome here by me." She stumbled through that sentence. She tried to unsettle the smoke in her thinking.

"Well John does and that's all that matters. Your say doesn't mean anything in this house."

"Y-yes, it is doessss! I," she burped between the slurred words. "am the womannn of this house. And, and, what I say goes."

"Haha, you tell yourself that honey."

Amanda eyes half open by now. They wanted to close but she desperately tried fighting it. She put her hand to her forehead as she slumped over. "Wh-why?" She tried to comprehend the very sudden wave of fatigue. She looked to see a blurred image of Erica smiling back at her. Her body was weak. Finally her eyelids flickered and she slumped in place.

Erica's smile widened. She pushed Amanda back against the couch. She picked her wrist up and watched in fall limply to the cushion. She was out cold. Erica then straddled her. Her breasts were level with Amanda's head. "What's that Amanda? You can't stop staring at my big beautiful tits? I don't blame you. Most people can't. Especially John, hahaha" The brunette took great pleasure in mocking her prone blonde rival.

Erica wore a pink tank top that was a great showcase for her cleavage. She pulled Amanda so her face was in between her cleavage. "Like the view Amanda. I know John did when we were together. I know he loved feeling my big beautiful breasts. It really makes me wonder what he saw in you. I mean, you're flat as a board honey! Ha!"

The evil vixen revelled in the humiliation of her ex's current flame. It excited her to know she held this kind of power over her. She pulled out one of her breasts out of her top and pressed Amanda's face to the nipple. She pretended Amanda was suckling her. "Mmm, worship my tits...you know you want to."

She put her mound back into her top. Then she straightened Amanda's long from the length of the couch. She left the room for a little bit and came back with a photo of herself. Then she pulled Amanda's green tee up and bunched it at her neck. She noted the slight bruising on her body and laughed. She took Amanda's hand and positioned it so it was grabbing her naked breast."Not sure what you're clutching but I like you like that."

Then she wiggled her trousers down to her knees along with her panties. She looked at her neat pussy and curiously parted her lips with her fingers. "Wow, you are loose! You must be getting a lot huh? Well that's gonna change soon." She finger fucked her for a few moments for her amusement. Her next move wouldn't have made sense without it too. Erica inserted Amanda's own hand into her cunt. 

"And for the coup de grace." She picked up the photo. It was one of her own self. She was pictured from the chest up in a semi revealing shirt smiling widely at something off camera. She took a red sharpie out of pocket and then drew Xs over her eyes in the picture and coloured her teeth. She wrote SLUT on her cleavage. Smiling at her work she set the photo down on her torso. Then as an added bonus she put the marker into the hand that was in Amanda's pussy. "Let's see how John reacts when he sees you getting off at this defiled picture of me." Then she skipped off to her room. Amanda just slumbered there with her hands on her private regions.

A couple hours later John returned from his night out. He walked into the living room and saw Amanda lying there as she was. He was puzzled. He picked up the photo and his expression shifted from bewilderment to ire. He shook her awake. "Amanda, Amanda!"

Amanda exploded into consciousness. She looked around to survey her surroundings. She saw John look less than impressed at her. Then she looked down at herself. Her clothes were pulled down and up. She removed her hand from her pussy and puzzled at the marker she held. "What the?"

John showed her the ruined photograph of Erica. "What's this?"

Amanda looked at the picture as she pulled up her pants and fixed her shirt. "I don't, I have no idea?"

John sighed. "I know you dislike her but this?" He shoved the image in her face. "Defiling her and touching yourself to it?"

"But, Erica. She did this to me."

"Oh come on Amanda, blaming her now? Take some responsibility."

Amanda just remained silent. She saw no use in protesting. Either way Erica would come out the golden girl in the matter. John already knew Amanda harboured negative thoughts for her. The story was kind of farfetched too. Erica probably drugged her, ruined her own photo, and then stuck the same marker up her snatch. "I don't know what to say."

"Ok then." John said. He just walked away. Amanda sat there contemplating what just happened. She could do nothing but weep. She knew she did nothing wrong but she came out the villainess. And John stood by that other woman again. She morbidly trekked to her room to call it a night. Before she did she stopped by Erica's room. The door was slightly open. 

"Wow, she did that?"

"Yeah. Found it on her she was asleep. She must've passed out pleasuring herself."

"To me? Wow, I just don't know what to say."

Amanda watched from the side of the wall hidden from view as the two spoke. They were sitting on Erica's bed. She was wearing a see-through pink nightie with lacy bra and panties. She could see her but only John's backside.

"I mean I saw her reading and I didn't want to bother her. She looked so peaceful with her book and her wine..."

"Wait, the wine again? That must be it. She must've got giddy and came up with this stupid idea."

Outside Amanda massaged her crotch and whimpered to herself. "No John, that's not it..."

At this moment, Erica glanced up ever so quickly to realize Amanda was watching outside the door. The brunette put her hand on John's leg and stroked it. "Yeah it must be. I hate to say it but I think Amanda is slipping John. The wine, the odd behaviour." 

This episode of John leaning on Erica for comfort triggered another fantasy. She saw John bring his lips to Erica, each taking each other in embrace. Then the two fell back on the bed and began to make out. The thought had Amanda attending to her pussy for the second time this evening, albeit this time of her own accord. 

Erica saw this and continued her sweet talk. She straightened out her body which puffed out her chest giving the man a delightful view of her body. "And you know John, if you ever need to talk about Amanda or anything, I was and still am a GREAT listener."

Amanda continued to stroke herself at the image of John's body on top of Erica's. The way their lips and tongue met, the way he gripped her boob in his hand. The thoughts of betrayal and humiliation, HER humiliation, flooded through. "Oh John...how could you..." She thought of her kids in the next room, the products of their love for each other. Did they mean anything to him? This was her darkest hour and greatest fear. Yet it sexually excited her!

By this point John was fixed on Erica's lingerie clad body as per her intention. She lifted his head so her sultry eyes spoke to him. "And you know John, I would never do anything to hurt you."

John blankly nodded. Erica went in to kiss him. She briefly succeeded. Their faces met. It was their first meeting of the mouths in over five years. She felt him kiss back. But then he broke away and stood up. He stared at her in horror while she realized what she had done. At this point Amanda snapped back into reality as well. She saw Erica clutching his hand and tries to pull him to her. "John, I didn't..." She fished for the words. But John just broke her grip on him and headed for the door. Amanda scurried to her room as fast as she could. She lay down on her side and covered her body by the sheets. Moments later John came in and settled on the bed. He crouched over her to kiss her but she just inched away and pulled the covers higher in defence. Taking a signal John lay down and remained silent until sleep.

***

The next day saw Erica being anti-social. She didn't acknowledge John in the least. Even when she did, she gave minimalist answers to his nervous words. After a very quiet brunch she went outside to be on her own. She stared out at the pool's surface and just appeared to think. From inside the house John saw her lonesome figure and pondered whether to go out there. In his mind last night had to be addressed some time. So he just sucked it up and went to her.

He walked right up to her and stood beside her. She was still peering over at the edge. "Hey."

"Hey." She responded not even facing him.

"About last night..." he started.

Now she looked up. "Yeah I really do not know what came over me. I should not have done that."

"Then why did you?" He asked bluntly.

"I don't know!" She threw her hands in the air. Her voice displayed the most animation in the days. "I don't know why I do anything anymore. Everything is screwed up."

Amanda folded some clothes in her room. As she moved by her window she saw the two of them speaking. She saw the outrage in her actions. What now, she thought to herself as she watched intently.

"What? What's screwed up Erica?"

"Oh don't know: EVERYTHING about this move back! My living arrangements fell through, I'm still JOBLESS so I'm MOOCHING off you two AND your girlfriend hates me!" She put her hands to her face and cried.

"She doesn't hate you. And everything will be fine."

"Yes she does, she wants to kill me. And no it won't, this was a mistake coming back." She wept harder now.

Amanda saw this and couldn't believe her eyes. "Please, John, you're falling for it again. Resist it." She pleaded with herself. But against Amanda's hopes, John took her in his arms. Amanda's heart sank a little when that occurred. Erica's head was resting on his chest, his reassuring grip on the back of her head and back. Her monstrous tits sandwiched between them. If only John could see himself in the third person. Then he'd understand Amanda's view. She hated that he walked into her arms again, yet he looked really good there all the same.

"I have an idea. I know it won't solve everything but hopefully it'll cheer you up." She looked up at him with teary eyes to see what he had for her. "How 'bout I gather all our old coworkers and friends and go to a bar or club. Tomorrow night."

Erica's face lit up. "Really? Oh John that's amazing! You'd do that?"

"Of course!" He smiled back knowing she was in a more pleasant mood.




Erica



She reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Oh my god, thank you thank you thank you! Aiieeee!! So excited!! Gotta look for something to wear!!" She broke out of the hug and ran inside. The man just shook his head and smiled in satisfaction.

John was about to pull open the screen door to enter the house too when he blonde girlfriend appeared unexpectedly. She slightly startled him with the sudden manifestation. Instead she exited the house to confront him.

"What were you doing outside with her? I saw her in your arms and kissing you." She really took on the jealous, stalkerish girlfriend role now.

"First of all it was an innocent peck on the cheek and second I was only consoling her."

"Only consoling her?"

"Yes."

"About what?"

"She was depressed that the move back hadn't gone her way so far so I reassured her everything was going to be OK. I even said we'd get a bunch of our ex-coworkers and friends and go out this weekend."

"What!? You did it again!! You are unbelievable!!"

"Did what again Amanda?!"

"Making big rash decisions without my consent! All for her! AND you fell for the sympathy act AGAIN! TWICE!!"

"Sympathy act? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Amanda pretended to mockingly cry. "*sniff* Poor twisted me. I got kicked out my house. Where will I ever stay? Poor mistreated me. Things aren't going in my way. Boo hoo hoo."

He gave her the most unimpressed look he could. "Are you done?"

"As soon as she ups the water works on those pretty brown eyes, you go running for her, ad-fuckin-mit it!

"She needed help, what am I supposed to do?"

"The hell she did need help! She's playing you John and you fall for it...hook, line, and sinker!"

"Now YOU'RE being rash Amanda! I can't deal with you right now." He turned and left leaving Amanda cross armed.

In the upstairs window Erica removed her hand from her pussy. She licked her digits and smiled widely.

***

"You have the two kids with him. Not sure why you ever decided to have kids but that's beside the point. You won girl! There's no way he's going back to her." 

"Yeah..." Amanda said rather unconvinced. She visited her friend Summer to have coffee and have a little girl talk while Amanda's children played in the next room. Summer was a very beautiful woman. Blonde, a couple inches shorter than Amanda in height, and a really athletic body. Amanda always admired the confidence she carried. She felt safe in confiding in her.

"What? You don't think so?" Summer puzzled.

"I thought I did. But ever since she came back it's been different."

"How so?"

"With her around I can only think back to when they were together and how good they were. I wonder if John thinks the same."

Summer leaned in to speak to her. "Go on..."

"Like she'd do something sexy, something subtle and I'd wonder whether he thinks about her. And worse, whether he thinks about it while we make love at night"

"Wow, that's serious Amanda."

"And wanna know the most twisted thing about it?"

"I fantasize about them together too..." She paused. "...And I get excited about it." She hung her head in shame.

"What?! I thought you hated her?!"

"I know, I know!! I do!! But with some of things she does I picture him taking her right then and there. Like the other day she was in her bikini and in my head I saw him giving mouth to mouth to her. And then two nights ago, after a fight between us, he saw him ogling her body on her bed and couldn't help but think of him taking her right there."

"I do not know what to say to that. Why were you fighting and why were you spying on them?"

"I have a feeling Erica drugged me and then posed me with my hand in my cunt while wrecking a picture of her. She framed me Summer and John believed her!"

"Why didn't you set the record straight?"

"Because what was the point? John wouldn't have believed me. I already made my dislike for her known. He's been running to her, accommodating her, all without my consent. And he already blames what happened on my bad habits with the wine. I couldn't win Summer."

"Oh...I see. Then about them in the room together?"

"I think he went to her for consolation. And then the evil witch turned him on again with her big flashy bra and boobs." She said with disdain.

"Why didn't you just barge in there and stop them?"

"I couldn't. I was scared. John was mad and I didn't want to face him. Plus, as sick as it is, I was too busy pleasuring myself to that image I told you about."

"Oh." Summer paused to digest and ponder the thought. "Well, I guess that was for the best anyways."

Amanda was slightly perplexed at the passive response. "Really? Why?"

"I think you would've made things worse by going in there. You'd come off as the oversensitive, jealous, overbearing, AND drunken girlfriend. NOT a good combo if you ask me."

Amanda thought about it and this made sense too. It only made her feel more depressed and helpless in this whole mess. "Yeah you're right too." She stared into her coffee cup.

"How's the sex?"

Amanda shook her. "Non-existent lately. We've been so turbulent lately that neither of us is in the mood at same time as the other."

"Ooo, that's bad."

"Yeah." She looked at her watch. "Oh, looked at the time! KIDS!!!!"

"Oh so soon? Well, I guess you gotta go. I guess I'll be seeing you at this thing tonight?"

Amanda clued in that John must've invited Summer to this little shindig for Erica. She scowled at the thought that again he did it without asking her. "Yeah I guess you will be, unfortunately."

"Well ok then. Bye!" She said as she saw Amanda and her kids out the door

That night, Amanda and John were in better spirits with each other. They chatted with each other about the prospects of tonight while they got decked up together. After getting ready, the two made their way to the door and waited for Erica. Amanda had decided to go with a very summery showing: open toe heels, a white flowery knee-length skirt, and a red spaghetti strapped top. Her man went the all black option of pants and button down shirt. Then the woman of the hour made her entrance. Erica donned a traditional little black dress. It was plenty on the legs and even more plenty on the cleavage. Amanda rolled her eyes and snickered to herself. Of course she'd go with that, she thought. She looked to see John fully gawking at her. It made her slightly uncomfortable because he wasn't looking her own self like that. She "accidentally" stepped on his foot to break his fixation. Quickly and impatiently she rallied them up to head out. "Ready to go?" They yelled goodbye to their children and then told the babysitter, a sweet 22 year old named Katie, everything she needed. Katie saw them out the door and wished them a good time.

When the trio arrived at the place, all their old friends and co-workers were already mingling with drinks in hand. Amanda lightly held onto her boyfriend's arm as the three of them moved into the action. Greeting a group of guys, everyone exchanged their hugs and handshakes. The conversation began courteously enough with every sharing their current endeavours. Soon enough though, the conversation shifted to the returning girl. Everyone wanted to know how Erica was doing, where she'd been, why she was back in Toronto. Even though Amanda and John had shown up to the conversation and had remained in the circle, the attention on Erica had displaced them to the fringes. Any time Amanda tried to interject with a comment there'd be a pause and she'd get a semi-interested response before they turned their attention back to Erica. Amanda voiced her annoyance to her boyfriend. "Can you believe this? They're all over her!"

"I dunno Amanda. She has been gone a long time."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and her tits have nothing to with it."

Without daring a response to that, John shrugged his shoulders. She was right on this one but he wasn't about to admit it to her face. The two of them watched as Erica told everyone how much she missed everyone while she was and didn't want to leave. Although she seemed sincere enough, Amanda was very sceptical of it all. Not wanting to see any more of this, she excused herself. "I'm gonna go freshen up." As she left, from behind her she heard the crowd burst into laughter and again she rolled eyes.

Inside the washroom, she relieved her and checked herself in the mirror. She puckered up her lips trying to put on her best sultry face and pushed her tits together so they jutted as outwards as they could go. "Hello, my name is Erica and I'm so fuckin' fake!" She mocked in the silliest voice she could make. She smiled at how stupid this all was, but in a strange little way it gave her a bit of satisfaction. Just then she heard the door squeak open. In walked the lady herself. Erica propped herself in front of the mirror and checked her face as well.

"Oh hey Amanda! I see you've come in for a breather too. It's nuts out there isn't it!"

"Yeah, crazy." Amanda responded quite coldly.

"It is soooo good seeing everyone though, isn't it? Even after all these years, everyone's just as I remember them!"

"Yeah, and you're exactly as I remember you too." Amanda mumbled under her breath. 

"Hmm, what was that? Gotta speak up dear." She laughed. She reapplied her lipstick and dropped it back in her purse.

Amanda just smiled trying to cover up her bitterness. "Oh nothing, I just said sometimes things stay the same no matter how much time passes or circumstances change, you know?" She was going for a witty double meaning with that remark. She was hoping Erica would pick up on it too.

"I know exactly what you mean! As they say 'plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose!'" Amanda expected a bit much on that one. She zipped up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. "Well, I'm all done! See you out there!"

She started for the door but Amanda quickly stopped her. She was going to be straight up now. "Listen, Erica. You can be my guest and go after any of the guys that would throw themselves at you, but don't you even dare lay a finger on John tonight." she stared at her sternly waiting for a response.

"Oh Amanda, I won't even attempt it." With those unsatisfying words (to her blonde foe), she smiled and left. Amanda pondered those words before she finished reapplying her makeup. She straightened out her skirt and made her exit a few minutes later.

Pulling open the doors and stepping back into the bar, she scanned the scene. There were pockets of groups chatting amongst each other. Couples were dancing on the dance floor and having a good time. She spotted John talking to a couple of guys across the room. Erica was not near him so she was fine. It had better stay like that she said to herself. She started on her way to him but only got a few feet before she was stopped by her friend Jeff holding a couple of drinks.

"Heyyyyyy! Amanda! How are you doing? Crazy that I bumped into you! You HAVE to have a drink with me. Here!" He handed her a glass of clear liquid, half full. Amanda was surprised by it all. Nervously yet politely she smiled and took a sip. Jeff looked at her as she downed that little bit. It was a bit strong for her tastes but still was kind of sweet. "Huh, good eh? Now how are you beautiful?"

Amanda slowly spun the drink in her hand as she spoke. "I'm good, I'm good. Got the little ones at home and the ole sales job. It's kind of like having two jobs you know?" She laughed in trying to make good small talk. Of course her mind was on getting back to John.

"Hahaha, that's great, that's great! Work, can't wait for the day we don't have to do it eh? I'll cheers to that!" He chimed his glass on hers and raised the drink to his lips. He waited for her to do the same before downing it. Amanda reluctantly did the same, quite slowly. She shivered and coughed as the rough liquid slipped past her throat. Clutching her neck she set the glass down. 

"Well Amanda, good seeing you. Maybe I'll see around tonight again!" Amanda mustered out a "yeah" as she tried to regain composure. Once he left she restarted her journey to find her man. That drink had clouded her mind a little bit. She was a bit disoriented but still kept it together. Step by step she walked to her man who was still ways away. 

Along her path she was poked from the sidelines. "APRIIIIL!!!" She turned to see her friend Summer seated with two other of their mutual friends. Several glasses of wine were positioned on the table along with a big bottle in the centre. "Sit, sit! Glad I actually saw you tonight! Here, let me get you a glass of wine, this stuff is amazing!" With that, Amanda watched in slight alarm as she filled quite a tall class of the red liquid. 

She tried to refuse it. "No no, I'd better not. I just had a really stiff one just now, I don't think it's a good idea!"

"Nonsense! I know how much you love the stuff! Remember our girls' nights when we used to sit around and drink wine and just try to escape our boy troubles?"

Amanda smiled and took the drink. "Haha, yeah those were good times. We roasted a lot of guys!" Her teeth clanged on the cup as she filled her mouth with its tasty contents. It was so sweet and fruity!

"Remember that one guy, umm, Mike was it?"

Amanda giggled and took another gulp. "Oh gosh, he was so indecisive! He never knew what he wanted. I'm sorry but I can't wait around for men." Reminiscing certainly had brought back her taste for wine. 'Twas good, really good in fact!

"Looks like you waited around for one though eh?" Summer said in obvious reference to John. 

She laughed again in response. "Yeah, John is a lion in bed. When I can get him to be anyways. Not lately as you know...but hey, no denying how fierce that man is!" 

She was starting to get giddy now. Being so caught up in the conversation she passively watched as Summer refilled her glass to the top again. She drank a good amount down again. 

"Haha, I'm sure there's more than one person in this room that can envision that! Althouugh, I do hear motherhood has made you out to be a weak little kitten, Amanda. I still can't believe you had two of them. I'm so much better without them."

"Weak, what? What are you talking about? I'm offended you say that Summer! AND they can envision all they want but he is allll mine." She instinctively thought of Erica as she said that. You're not getting him slut, she thought vengefully. 

Summer chimed her glass on Amanda's. "Cheers to that!" She drank hers down, and then the blonde did the same. This time when it came to refilling her container she did it herself. "I gotta run, but I shall see you sometime soon." She fumbled a little as she rose. "Oops! Hehe, silly me..." 

When she came to a fully upright position, the wine hit her. She giggled and waved goodbye. She walked rather unevenly with a smile never leaving her face. She originally had set out to find John yet that aim was now lost. She staggered through the crowd in a drunken stupor brushing her hand down random guys' arms, winking at them, and blowing them kisses while their girlfriends, where applicable, looked on disapprovingly.

Elsewhere in the room, John sifted through the bodies in the room trying to find his partner. Instead he found Erica. "Hey, Erica? Have you seen Amanda?"

The brunette moved her head around to see if she could get a look. There were a lot of people to look through so it wasn't easy. Her eyes did however pass by the image of an unstable figure about Amanda's form practically top of another guy. Perfect, she thought. She turned back to John. "Umm, no, I haven't. I'm sure she's around here somewhere though."

"I know, I know. She's kind of been in a bit of a pissy mood tonight so I hope she isn't trying to ignore me or something." The man lamented.

"No no, of course not. She's probably mingling with someone." I know I'm sure of that, she thought to herself. "Don't worry about it! Enjoy yourself. Here," She grabbed his hand and led him away. "Come dance with me." John felt assured by Erica so he obliged in her request. On the dance floor, the two stood about a foot apart dancing and chatting innocently. John looked down and saw Erica swaying her hips in her little black dress. She looked really good in that little number, he thought. It accented all her curves, her breasts.

"So, John, you enjoying yourself?" The brunette subtlety glanced around him to see if she could spot Amanda, who was somewhere behind him.

"Uh, yeah! It's been a great night! This was a good idea wasn't it?" He tried to focus on her eyes more than her chest.

Erica located Amanda draped over some guy's arm nuzzling her head into his neck, wine glass still in hand. "Yeah, definitely!" She stroked her hand down his silky chest. "Thank you sooo much for doing this!" She reached up and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek. She glanced behind him again to see Amanda was now making out with the guy.

A little caught off guard, John gulped and smiled. "No problem, I thought it would be exactly what you needed." He scanned her body again from head to toe in an almost trance. Erica beamed a confident smile back at him. Then from above him in the background, she noticed someone get on a chair. It was Amanda with a bunch of guys hollering at her feet. Erica figured this would a good time to alert John. She pointed at Amanda and put her hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh my gosh..."

John turned around to see Amanda grinding in place. She slowly rocked her hips all the way down to her feet before coming back up. She took another drink of her red wine. John shook his head in disappointment. "Amanda..." He looked on in embarrassment as his girlfriend sung as loud as she could to the guys around her. Erica put her hand on his arm and rubbed it sympathetically. "So sorry you have to see this, hun." She swooped in and tried to comfort him while he watched the train wreck go on. Amanda had pulled one shoulder strap down and had part of her bra showing. 

"It's that wine. She really hit the bottle again tonight." He said in frustration. Erica continued to feel up his bicep. 

Amanda downed the rest of her drink and then tossed the glass behind her. Then raised her arms in the air, turned around and fell backwards. One the guys caught her. She laughed and clutched him around the neck. She then planted a kiss on him. John had seen enough. He marched up to the guy to get his woman back and then get out of there. "Hand the girl over before I knock your bloody lights out!" He did as he said. "Jasoooon! My man!!!" Amanda exclaimed giddily as she kissed him in his arms. From there he started for the door. Erica trailed behind with a devious smile on her face.

After a quiet car ride, the three arrived home. John cradled a completely passed out and exhausted Amanda in his arms. Katie got off the couch to greet them. "You`re home early. What happened to her?"

"She had a little bit too much to drink. I'm going to put her to bed. I'll be back to pay you." With that he went into the house and into their bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and took off her shoes. He sighed and shook his as he looked at her sleeping form. He tried to reason what happened tonight but couldn't come up with anything that would remotely explain her wild antics. She was usually so mild mannered, even when she drank. It was really hard to watch her like that tonight. 

He sighed again and returned to the living room. He was pulling out his wallet when he saw Katie and Erica kissing. He froze watching the two women engaged with each other for about 30 seconds. It was incredibly hot. Two pretty young girls getting it on. They broke up the kiss and Erica let her out. 

Still in awe, John tried to keep his cool when he spoke to Erica about what just happened. "Erica, you're into girls now?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am. While I was away I did a lot of soul searching and figuring out that I'm bi was part of it."




Erica



Mom and Dad had made friends with another couple. They got along better than well and apparently decided to go to our room and get better acquainted. We were in Cancun on spring break. I was a college student and they were teachers.

They told me to look out for her daughter when she came down and showed me her picture on a cell phone. 

I had just gotten there so I said fine.

She found me first, apparently they had run into her on the way out and showed her my picture. She was a big girl with very pleasing curves but not nearly fat. She was very pretty but did not know it. Her sense of humor matched mine. Her name was Erica.

We were in the hotel's cafe. It was her first time there and she seemed to be confused by the menu so I gave her some suggestions and told her what they were and we ended up having breakfast together.

We visited and talked over breakfast for an hour, neither of us was in a hurry to part ways. She was college senior although only four months older than me. I was a junior.

We were done eating and I complained that I would not be able to take a nap in my room. "Mom and Dad are acting like horny teenagers and I have to share a room with them even though we are here for my birthday. They were late to book a room so we ended up in a suite."

She giggled and and wished me a happy birthday then said, "Mom and Dad are out of our room, mine is quiet." I stood and followed her to her room. 

An understanding had apparently been reached. As soon as we were in her room we got naked, went to her bed and fucked.

I liked fucking her. She apparently liked fucking me. We cuddled and kissed and took a nap. She was sucking my cock when I woke up and as soon as she saw I was awake she straddled me and began to fuck me. I interrupted her by pulling her down to me and kissing her.

She seemed surprised by that so I kissed her some more. I rolled us over until I was on top and took over the fuck. She had a nice orgasm then I switched from fuck to love making. She seemed to be trying hard to hold herself together but I just made love to her and kissed her. She was overwhelmed by an orgasm. I held her down and continued fucking her slowly until I filled her pussy.

I turned us over until she was draped over me then went to sleep.

I sensed someone was in the room and saw her mother grabbing some clothes to take with her. I thought I might need to do the same too.

I began to kiss Erica until she awoke. She soon was kissing me back. We loved our kisses. She noted my cock was still in her pussy although mostly dead. Her pussy began to give it resuscitation help. My cock began to grow into her pussy as we kissed. She moaned.

She whispered, " I love how you love me. You make me feel like I am the most important woman in your life. That is very intoxicating. Tell me, is there anything you want from me."

"I need more kisses," I said.

She sobbed and began raining kisses on my face. When she stopped she asked, "Enough?"

"No," I said.

I gave her long deep kisses. Her hips began to move. I continued kissing her as she fucked me. Her orgasm was intense.

When she recovered she asked, "Is there cum in my pussy?"

"Yes. There is."

"I'm not on the pill."

"Then you better not fuck me anymore, " I said as I embraced her body to mine.

She resumed fucking me. I soon filled her pussy again. We kissed.

"Your mother came in and took some clothes with her. Apparently I need to go to my room and bring my stuff here. Be dressed when I get back, we are going to the Hard Rock."

I left her room and went into mine. Our Moms and Dads Mom intertwined with each other. All groins were covered in cum. They had swapped.

Erica and I understood that was their intent when they left the cafe so I was not surprised. Apparently they expected Erica and I to fuck too so her mother had not been surprised to find her naked daughter asleep draped over me.

I took what I needed and returned to Erica's room. I put everything away then took her hand and walked her to the Hard Rock then walked around the area. We held hands as we did. We had fun there.

"Do we have any plans for tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, we are going to Senor Frogs. We will find a place to eat first and after we dance we will go to our room and make love for as long as we can."

"A most excellent plan," she said.

We showered together and we kissed each other everywhere. We dried and got dressed. We found a restaurant the featured comfort food and I had fajitas and Erica had tacos. We had our picture taken at the club and danced. We loved the place.

We returned to our room and made love until we fell asleep.

Dad called me the next morning and asked us to join them for breakfast. Erica and I did and we had a nice visit. Our Dads appeared to be very comfortable with each other. Our Moms acted like they had been best friends forever. We could see a bond had formed between them. Later that day I wondered if the they could see a bond had formed between Erica and me.

We knew it wouldn't matter, we were going home in two days. Whatever our relationships were they would end then.

Erica and I had decided to just enjoy the time we had. We spent the day loving each other before we dressed and went downtown. We wanted to see the market.

We walked the streets, ate a snack, walked into interesting booths and were dazzled by the jewelry shops. We took a cab to our hotel and made love until we fell asleep.

We again ate breakfast with our families then we again went our separate ways.

Erica and I spent the rest of the morning in the pool then took a nap after a small lunch. We made love when we awoke then took a shower together.

We dressed and walked to an upscale restaurant. We we decided we liked the food at our previous restaurant better. We went to a dance club I had found boring on a previous trip but had a great time that evening. Erica was very impressed that I could dance and wanted to dance with her.

We were back in bed before closing and we made love again until we fell asleep.

We were leaving that next day. Erica and I had been dreading that day to the point we never talked about it. 

So we were stunned to learn we were on the same plane for our ride back home. We were very happy that our small towns were just twenty miles apart. We were happy to learn we were attending the same university.

We considered ending our relationship anyway and allow the other to continue with their lives. But as we rode back side by side on the plane we decided it would upset Karma and that was too big a chance to take. Our Dad's were more pragmatic. They had decided to go into business together and bought us a condo in our university town for us. Erica and I rained kisses on them.

Erica and I married in Vegas exactly one year after we met. Our Dads cried, our Mom's didn't. Their affair was still in full swing and the four spend a night or two in the same bed at least once a month.

Erica and I talked about finding a couple to swap with but we never did. Eventually we did admit to each other we would not be able to watch the other fucking someone else. 

The six of us were happy and settled into our lives and smiled when we remembered it all started at breakfast in Cancun.



Erica Admits Her Fantasy



Erica drove home from work trying to unwind from a long week before walking into her house to begin cooking dinner, caring for her kids, taking care of her household chores, and what ever else the night might bring. 

She took a deep breath before opening her door and walking inside. To her own disbelief her house looked to be cleaned and dinner was on the table set for two. Her husband Mike stood in the kitchen smiling at her. "Where are the kids and what is going on right now?" she said half sarcastically and half confused. 

"They are with my mom and will be staying with her allll night. It's just the two of us tonight" he said with a mischievous excitement in his voice. 

After a much needed relaxing dinner Mike and Erica began their night alone with a couple glasses of wine and both started to become tipsy. They talked and laughed like they once did early in their marriage before Erica resorted to the shower. 

To Mikes enjoyment Erica exited the shower wearing the pink lingerie he bought for her months ago and she had yet to wear. 

"Wow" Mike exclaimed with excitement as he handed her another full glass of wine. 

He couldn't help staring at her full breast and plump ass as she walked past him to the couch. In her bare feet she only stood 5'2 but had all the assets to turn any man on. Her pink attire against her pale skin, lightly freckled face, and brown puppy dog eyes were almost too much for him to handle. 

"So, do you like it?" she asked as she sat on the couch placing her feet under one side of her ass.

"You look amazing" he replied. 

"Well, do you have any other surprises for me tonight?" Erica asked before sipping her wine. 

"I stopped and picked up a 'good' movie for us to watch" he said hoping she didn't reject the idea. 

She didn't necessarily like adult movies but agreed since she knew it would be a huge turn on for her husband and appreciated all his efforts. The first two scenes were somewhat routine porno scenes with a male and female in unlikely situations. 

"Does this really turn you on?" she asked as she waited for the next scene to begin. 

The third and final scene began with a husband and wife talking at the camera as if they were being interviewed. The wife began to explain her husbands fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. More specifically a black man. 

As the scene played out the husband sat in a chair as two naked black men entered the room, their heavy ebony cocks swinging before them. They instantly began groping her big tits and ass each placing one of her hands on their cocks and she began stoking them both simultaneously. "Oh Honey, look how big their cocks are. I guess its true what they say about black guys" she said to her husband before dropping to her knees becoming eye level with the ebony monsters. 

Looking directly into her husbands eyes lightly moaning she let her open mouth slide over the first cock then the second many times never breaking her eye contact. Her husbands hand rubbing his jean covered erection the whole time. 

Erica was watching intently and began shifting in her seat not wanting to admit to herself this was turning her on. "she's doing this right in front of her husband. Do you think people really do stuff like this" she asked naively.

"Of course they do" Mike answered noticing his wife's legs opening and closing as it became harder for her to hide her excitement. 

Erica watched on as the black bulls took turns with the married white woman's pussy and mouth. Throughout the scene the men taunted the white husband telling him how good she was and making her say how much she loved their big black cocks. 

Before long the words and images became a blur to Erica and she found her fingers between her spread legs bringing herself to orgasm. After her orgasm subsided she realized what just happened and found her husband staring at her in disbelief. 

Mike grabbed his wife's hand leading her to their bed where he quickly stripped. He lied naked on his back as he watched his now naked wife crawl between his legs letting her soft tong slide the length of his cock numerous times. 

"Did that turn you on?" she asked before letting her mouth slide down his raging erection with a low moan. 

"What part?" he asked looking down and noticing she was looking directly at him with his cock in her mouth. 

"The movie of the white wife getting fucked by the two black guys" her words feeling as though they pierced through him. She stroked him and kept his erection against her lips as she spoke. 

"A lot! Especially when you got yourself off" he said as he approached his own orgasm. 

"I have my ass up in the air right now. Would it turn you on if there was a big black guy fucking your wife's pussy right now? Do you want to share my pussy baby?" she asked sounding so sexy while stroking him. 

It all became too much as Mike grunted out "YES! Give him that white pussy!" as he sprayed his cum all over his stomach. 

Erica fell to her back leaving her legs spread wide. Mike climbed between them and began vigorously eating her pussy until she announced she was cumming and shook and moaned in her second orgasm of the night. 

In the days that followed it was back to the normal routine of life. The thoughts of that night consumed Mikes thoughts and unless his wife did a great job of hiding it she seemed to not think about it again. 

Erica put the kids to bed and sat in the living room sipping her wine as she listened to her husband talk to his boss on the phone before he announced to her he was being called out to work for a couple hours. Shortly after he was gone she checked to make sure the kids were asleep and retreated to her own bed. 

She found her box of toys and sorted through her variety of vibrators pulling her largest life-like vibrator from the bottom of the box. 

She held the base of the dildo with both hands on the bed making it stand straight into the air. She opened her mouth and let it slide to the back of her throat. It became covered with her saliva as she sucked as much of it in as she could. Her bald pussy was in the air and becoming wet as she imagined her dildo was the huge cock of a black lover.

She lied on the bed letting the images from the movie nights before play in her head as she began rubbing the bulbous head against her opening not bothering to turn it on. As the girth of the large dildo began entering into her tight pussy she began moaning harder and louder with each push inside of her. To her own amazement she was able to consume the full length and held still to let her small pussy adjust to the full feeling she received. 

As she began vigorously fucking her own pussy she heard herself begin talking like the white slut in the movie. "Oh God, Fuck that pussy! Fuck that married white pussy! Ohhhh give me all your Big Black Cock! Oh God Oh God your cock feels so good inside me!"

She continued for several minutes until the full feeling in her pussy and her imagining it was a huge black cock made her erupt in an intense orgasm leaving herself spent and not knowing how to feel about her activity. She got herself dressed and placed her box of toys back under the bed before drifting off to sleep. 

Over the next several months it became routine for Mike and Erica to watch interracial porn and role play in this manner. She always waited for just the right moment before saying naughty things to her husband about black men fucking her to make him explode. 

This fantasy was Mikes idea but even he couldn't believe his wife has taken it this far. " You really get turned on acting like you are getting fucked by a black guy, don't you?" he asked while lying in bed. 

"I do." she simply answered. "Do you think we will ever do it for real?" she asked shocking her husband. 

"Would you really want to? I thought it was just a fantasy for us" he answered slightly stuttering. 

"It really turns me on and all this fantasizing really makes me curious." she said rubbing her hand along his thigh. 

"What are you curious about?" he asked feeling himself becoming erect. 

"Mostly the size and what it would feel like but I think about them using me like I'm a slut too" she answered now rubbing his erection with the palm of her hand. 

"Them!?" he quickly answered back. 

"Ya, them. If we are going to do it we might as well do it right. If there were two I could always be sucking one and getting fucked at the same time." she said as her voice was becoming sexier. She tugged at his underwear exposing his erection. 

She straddled her husband and let him slide inside of her sopping pussy. She slowly rose to the tip the sank back till her thick ass cheeks rested on his balls. She leaned forward resting her chest against his with her lips to his ear she spoke softly "Do you think they will like your wife's pussy? Do you feel how wet your wife gets just thinking about black cock?"

Mike simply moaned while grabbing her beautiful ass filling both of his hands. He loved the feeling of her wet pussy slowly riding him as she continued her verbal taunts. 

She began moaning with her lips still pressed against his ear. Breathlessly "I want to feel them big cocks inside me. I want them to use me like a slut! Can you handle seeing your wife's mouth and pussy stuffed with black cock?" she asked as they both began cumming together before drifting off to sleep. 

The next night after Mike showered he returned to the living room to find his wife looking intently at her laptop computer. " I think I found the perfect guys!" she stated with pure excitement in her voice. 

Mike walked to her and found pictures of two black guys with enourmous ebony cocks on the screen. It was an apparent site dedicated to white woman and couples that were looking to have sex with hung black men. 

"They are fucking huge!" Mike exclaimed. 

"I know! They are based in Vegas and we will be there next month so i figured what better time. I'm going to email them and see how this works" she said with obvious excitement in her tone. 

Her husband was turned on by her willingness but was also somewhat frightened by the reality. After exchanging many emails and an apparent telephone conversation that Mike was not apart of Erica explained it was all set up for their second night in Vegas. 

The weeks leading up to their trip Mike tried to talk about the night his wife had planned but she refused to speak about it. They didn't make love for the entire month before heading off on their flight. 

After they landed the first day was spent with the hustle of checking in to their hotel, unpacking, and site seeing. After a great dinner they headed down to the casino until they were spent and headed off to bed in their luxurious room with a beautiful view of Las Vegas. 

Waking early Erica put on her bikini and headed to the pool to work on her tan. Her husband found her after waking and making his way to her chair with two drinks. Looking through her oversized sunglasses she sipped her drink and asked him "are you ready for tonight Honey?"

"Does it matter if I'm ready? You seem to be determined even without my blessing."

"That's true." she said with a mischievous smile sipping at her drink once again. 

After the day spent sitting in the sun drinking she headed back to the room to shower. She slowly shaved her legs and bikini area bald letting her mind wonder to the night that lied ahead. Her fingers gently caressed her soft pussy. 

Mike sat nervously as his wife exited the bathroom. His eyes opened wide as she came into view wearing only white thigh highs, a short pleaded skirt, and no top letting her full breast be on display. As she walked across the room to fill her glass he realized how short her skirt was as her full ass stuck out of the bottom. 

There was a knock on the door and Mike felt as though he couldn't move from his seat on the far side of the room. She placed her glass on the nearby table and opened the door. 

Two black men who looked much bigger than the pictures Mike saw barged in as if they owned the room and anything in it. Before the door was even fully closed Erica had two sets of hand groping her big tits and ass as they both sucked her nipples into their mouths. 

She was bent over the couch with her back facing her husband making her already short skirt ride up even more. One of the black men roughly removed her small panties throwing them on Mikes lap. "She won't be needing these tonight!" he said with a disrespectful arrogance. 

They both mulled at her thick ass and bare pussy making her lips part with soft moans. She willingly spread her legs to let each of their fingers enter her tight pussy. "This pussy is tight as fuck!" the first said. 

"Pretty as hell too!" said his counterpart. 

"It wont be so fucking pretty when we're done with this mother fucker!" he answered as both men looked in Mikes direction with dark eyes and chuckled. 

They removed her skirt leaving her naked except for her white thigh highs. A large black hand grabbed the back of her hair and led her to her husband where she was pushed to her knees at his feet. Both men stripped their shirts exposing their incredible physiques with rippling muscles. Then removed their pants letting two huge ebony cocks spring into view to either side of Erica's pretty face. 

The hand on the back of her head returned pulling her hair so her head tilted back and she was looking up at him. "You gonna show your husband what a good little cock sucker you are?" his tone being more demanding than questioning. 

"Yes" she replied seemingly concerned about the aggressiveness he displayed. 

Without hesitation he guided her mouth to his semi erect hanging cock as she willingly opened her mouth letting the huge head slide across her tongue. She struggled to accommodate the girth but loved the way his huge black cock felt inside her mouth, much different than her husbands. 

As he pulled his cock from her she chased it with an open mouth. He smiled down at her as she returned his look with a look of desperation. "I dont wanna be greedy. Give my boy some of that shit!"

She pivoted on her knees to face the second nameless black cock. He stood towering over her with his hands on his hips. She noticed as her mouth slid down his cock his head was more narrow than the first but his shaft was every bit as big. 

She felt herself becoming incredibly wet as the sounds of her sucking, licking, and slurping on his cock filled the room. She felt hands rubbing her ass and pussy from behind before he slapped her ass making her moan with the others cock against her puckered lips. 

She turned and grabbed the second black cock with both hands like a ball bat. Her pale hands looked so dainty as she lifted his cock to lick the underside she noticed his hanging balls were the size of two black golf balls. As her tongue reached the bulbous head she looked at her husband leaving the big cock pressed to her cheek. "Does this turn you on? She asked moaning before sliding her mouth deep onto the fat ebony cock. 

Rubbing his hard on through his pants Mike replied "More than you know!"

"Stand up. I want that pussy!" he said looking down at her. 

She obeyed as she came to her feet bending over her husband placing a hand on each arm of his chair. Her thick white ass on display for both her lovers to enjoy. With her face inches from her husbands she leaned forward and they began exchanging long passionate kisses as she could feel her first black lover approach her from behind.

"Your wife's about to get fucked. He's rubbing his big black cock on my pussy." her taunting words making Mikes heart beat through his chest. 

Her glazed brown eyes looking into her husbands "he's pushing it ooooooo" she cried out as he fed her half his cock in mid sentence. She closed her eyes tight. Her tight pussy was like a vice around his fat cock. She could feel each vein as he pushed slow and deep into her wet hole. His cock gave her a feeling she has never experienced. 

As he began fucking her white pussy with long strokes she fell into her husband. Each time he re-entered her she could feel his big balls against her clit. 

Mike sat and listened to his wifes loud moans as she was obviously enjoying the feeling this oversized cock was giving her. She seemed to be having trouble catching her breath and began shaking and yelling incoherently as she began cumming. Mike couldn't help but to think he has never heard his wife like this before and she certainly never came this easy for him. 

The black bull pulled his cock from her pussy making her whine from the empty feeling she was left with. "look at what your wife did to my cock! That's what these big nigga dicks do to these white girls!" he said to Mike. Mike could plainly see his wife's cream on the dark ebony rod. 

She leaned in and kissed her husband sucking his bottom lip into her mouth before retreating to the bed for her next cock. 

With her back to her husband she straddled the large back man lying beneath her. She reached between her legs to line up his hard black cock to her opening. As she slid down his cock Mike had a great view of her tiny pussy being stretched. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room once again. 

She slowly rose to the tip and slid back down many times knowing her husband would enjoy seeing this black cock violate his wife's pussy. After several minutes the second black man stood on the bed stroking his cock until Erica sat up and began sucking him, her pussy still impaled with black cock. 

With the full length of his cock in her pussy she began bucking feverishly moaning loud around the black cock in her mouth. She began sucking faster and harder with each passing moment. He would occasionally pull his cock from her mouth to rub it on her lips and face making them glisten with her own saliva. 

Her sucking sounds were easily heard by Mike but were not comparable to the constant moans and squeals that displayed the pleasure she was receiving. 

"Do you suck your husbands dick nasty like this?" he asked taunting her and Mike. 

"No." she answered in a long drawn out moan. "I'm cumming!!" she screamed out. She again began to shake as her eyes rolled back and she seemed to lose all control. She bucked harder and faster with her ass clenched by two large black hands. 

As her orgasm subsided she fell to the bed with a smile of pleasure on her face. Her black lover rolled with her not letting his cock slip from her pussy. He rolled her to her back and instantly began fucking her spread pussy. 

"Oh god yes! Fuck my married white pussy! Give me all that black cock!" She repeated these phrases many times as he slammed into her.His balls slapped against her phat ass with each thrust adding to her pleasure. 

She threw her head back as she shamelessly screamed from the pleasure she was receiving from his oversized ebony cock. Her hands fell to the bed and gripped the sheets tight as she felt her third orgasm rapidly approaching. With each pounding thrust into her pussy she felt as though she would pass out beneath him. 

He pulled his large cock for her sopping pussy "no no no please put it back in! Pleeeeeas! She pleaded. Her eyes were glazed over with desperation as she lifted her hips toward his cock. She pulled at his muscular upper arms As she begged for his big cock. "please I'll do anything just give me your big dick!" her words were breathless. 

As he stood from the bed she felt herself being rolled to her stomach by the other man. She instinctively rose to her knees placing her juicy white ass in the air so her pussy could be taken again. 

She felt him climb on the bed behind her and begin rubbing his bulbous cock head on her sensitive pussy. She desperately pushed back on it letting it fill her with one swift stroke. Her mouth opened wide as a long prolonged moan echoed through the room. Her moan was suddenly muffled by the second cock that pushed into her open mouth. 




Erica Admits Her Fantasy



Gripping her hips tight her black bull drove his hard ebony cock into her white pussy making her ass jiggle with each thrust. Her tits swayed in rhythm with the violent fucking her pussy was receiving as her mouth pleasured the second black cock. 

Mike sat nearby watching and listening to his usually conservative wife being fucked. He never seen or heard her like she currently was. He knew she had all but forgotten he was in the room and it was no longer about fulfilling his fantasy but became about fulfilling her new found desire. He became overwhelmed by the contrast of her pale petite body between two large ebony bulls and oversized cocks fucking her relentlessly. He removed his average white dick from his pants and began cumming on his stomach in seconds. 

With a loud grunt the black cock in her mouth expanded and began spraying thick streams of warm cum into her mouth. He held her mouth on his cock and continued filling it. She felt her mouth overflow and streams of cum escaped her lips and began running down her chin and dripping onto the bed. 

The feeling of warm cum from the black cock in her mouth and the black cock in her married pussy pushed her over the edge. Her muffled screams around the cock still in her mouth made it obvious she was cumming a fourth time. 

The huge black cock in her pussy showed no mercy as it continued pound into her. Her mouth now free of the black cock she dropped her head and shoulders to the bed leaving her pussy and ass high in the air. 

The black man fucking her from behind began to shorten his strokes and grunting before withdrawing his cock. He grabbed her hair pulling her willing mouth onto his cock as he shot load after load of hot cum in her mouth before pulling out to shoot the remainder on her parted lips. 

She fell back onto the bed exhausted and still moaning with a slight whine. Her legs bent at the knees and spread open Mike noticed as promised her pussy didn't look the same. Her lips were puffy left slightly opened and red in color. The two black men were gone as quickly as they came. 

Mike lied next to Erica making her aware that he was still there. "So do I even need to ask if you enjoyed yourself?"

"MMMMM, every married white woman should get to experience black cocks. It's hard to explain but they touched places I didn't know existed. Now I know why all the white girls like black guys." she answered more honestly than Mike was prepared for. 

She seemed to be in some type of trance state as Mike slid between her open legs and began softly liking her pussy. She lied still while his tongue explored her freshly fucked pussy until she drifted off to sleep. Mike looked over his wife with fresh cum on her face and spread legs while he stroked his cock to a second orgasm.



Erica and Jillian



* Erica and Jillian continued... *

I've been in my new life and surroundings for almost a month now finding the freedom of being a girl as nice as I had hoped it would be...could be. I love the way boys look at me and though tempted I've come to realize finding a special person isn't always so easy and if it weren't for my feelings for Jillian things would be different. I can't let a day go by without seeing her and being in her company as she still proves to be an enigma to me...for me. Admittedly for the first time in my life I feel I've fallen in love and in a sense it doesn't matter if she's male or female. Well, it matters a little since if she's a female, then I could never love her completely; the way I'd like. I've been trying to get more information out of her regarding her past but she keeps deflecting me.

I have my own checking account for the first time now. Most of the settlement went to mom and dad to help them and to pay back all the money they spent on helping me with my transformation. I'm not as frugal as I should be, spending more on clothes and jewelry than I should and with Jillian on my mind I have a hard time not buying her gifts. Sometimes I give her flowers, perfume and anything else I think she might like. Our friendship has become what some would call "touchy-feely". I like holding her hand, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek a lot. It makes her laugh and it's clear she likes it but not without misgivings since she is concerned about others. Needless to say teachers are under constant scrutiny and though she has a growing business as a physical trainer, she still doesn't want either of us to get in trouble. Her girlfriend Ellen turns red with anger when she sees me and I think she knows about the connection and attraction Jillian and I have for one another. 

I want to tell Jillian what I overheard but don't know if I should. One day I was entering the gym when there were two girls coming out almost hitting me with the door. I heard a part of their conversation,

"Do you think Jillian was born a male like others are saying," one of them asked when the other said, "Like duh, of course silly but does like it really matter."

* Why do echoes repeat themselves? *

It's Friday night and Jillian has invited me to have dinner with her. Maybe I was late as I entered the gym hearing the thump of the circuit-breaker when the gym was thrown into a sudden darkness as only the dwindling light from outside filtered in. The darkness caused me to stop before I got my night-vision. Thinking Jillian had turned off the lights I waited for a sense of her presence before proceeding. As usual my heartbeat accelerated with the thought of seeing and being with her. After a few moments I heard the bouncing of a basketball as it echoed in the gym. Silently I walked to where the sound was coming from expecting it was her. When she came into view I sat down to watch her thinking this was a private moment for her; a way to let out all the stuff that happens to people during the day when they reflect on things. It was fun watching her in her black gym-shorts as she faked one way and then the other before dribbling to the basket to score. The intensity and competitive nature made her look so much like the male I had hoped she was. After awhile she turned looking startled when she saw my darkened outline watching her until she realized it was me.

"Say pip-squeak; have you been there long," she asked smiling. 

"Long enough to see the ferocious competitive and exciting male inside you and to know I love him," I said.

"Careful, you're going to get in trouble with that kind of talk," she scolded me as she tossed the ball off into the echoing darkness before joining me. She sat beside me with legs bent locking them with her arms. She nudged me with her arm and then kissed me on the cheek saying, "So you think I have a man inside me, do you?"

"It's one of my favorite fantasies about you," I told her feeling excited in knowing the time had finally presented itself for me to do so. She looked at me as I put my left arm around her shoulder and then leaned my head against her right shoulder. I thought she wanted to say something but when she didn't I placed my right hand under her right knee feeling the warm smooth skin there. I moved it higher to tease her and to see what she would say as I moved higher. I was surprised when she didn't object and when my fingers touched her panties she said,

"You really are looking for trouble aren't you?"

My hand was so close to the truth for what had gone unanswered was suddenly within reach. It was both exciting and frightening me. I don't know if she would've let me continue or not but even if she did I just couldn't move my hand anymore as it felt paralyzed. 

"We best get going. I hope you're hungry and I've some things to tell you; things overdue and things I want to know about you too; things I want you to tell me," she said. 

* Jillian's apartment... *

Entering her apartment I asked where Ellen was... 

"That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. We've decided it was best for her to move on in life. We are no longer a couple for various reasons...for reasons regarding sexual incompatibility for the most part. Neither of us find the fulfillment and gratification we desire and our sexual contact has become forced, as opposed to natural. And then there is you and what I've come to learn about you recently and my growing attachment to you..."

She took me by the hand saying we should sit on the couch. She looked so beautiful with the gravity showing in her expression; a seriousness suggesting what she was about to say was all that mattered in life. I couldn't help smiling knowing I could read her very soul and how much I loved her. I suspected what she had discovered about me; feeling vulnerable in her knowing about me and how she would relate to me in her new found knowledge. 

"A girl I know at school has a brother who attends the school you last attended and has told me you were asked to leave for personal reasons...reasons about your...transformation," she said without being accusatory. I smiled and shook my head in affirmation waiting for her to continue. She did so saying,

"From the very first time our eyes met I felt a chill in knowing we were kindred spirits; to the point I found myself obsessed with you. I never knew if what I suspected was the truth until I was told about you and I just want you to know I'm okay with it. In fact I'm more than okay with it; I welcome it and if it's the truth I don't know what to do about it...us I mean...my feelings for you and my desire to be with you. 

"When I told Ellen you were in transition she just looked at me and said, 'Well, I guess that's the end for you and me then.' She knew me that well and what had been missing in our relationship and you were what I wanted...needed." 

When she asked me if indeed it was the truth I told her it was and softly kissed her on the mouth; it was so soft and beautiful making my head spin in the dizziness it caused.

"Now you really are in trouble," she said causing our laughter. I didn't press her about whether or not she was 'anatomically correct' having the strongest feeling she was born male. It was funny since it was the most obvious question for either of us to follow up on yet it was avoided. I wondered if she would allow it to hang in the air festering until she blurted out what I longed to hear. Instead she unexpectedly stood to go into the kitchen leaving me to linger in doubt. I followed her into the kitchen sitting at the table as she began to prepare dinner. Letting her know I was still in her midst, I started drumming my fingers on the table; like my mom does when she expects an answer. 

"Damn her she's not going to budge and just look at her face as she appears so nonchalant," I thought allowing her time to reveal the obvious. When it was clear it wasn't forthcoming and noting she was no more interested in eating than was I; I snuck into her bedroom removing my clothes before getting in her bed. I lay there chuckling in my daring wondering what she'll do when she discovers me. 

"Oh I'm so bad," I thought mischievously.

She didn't call to me as I thought she would've but looked in smiling at me before turning off all the lights. She entered the room carrying a single candle placing it on the dresser before disappearing only to return shortly with nothing on while using both hands to conceal that hidden part of her. Quickly she slid into bed beside me as I heard little sounds of delight coming from deep within her throat. We lay there looking up at the ceiling with the covers below our chins. Like in that episode of Friends when Chandler and Monica were in bed for the first time together and they both quickly ducked below the covers to check each other out...remember? With my peripheral vision I saw her smiling when she asked,

"Aren't you curious to know about me?"