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Shannon & Greg Ch. 01

By: DekeJeffery



"When?"

"Less than a month. I'm on the air in 30 days." she replied.

Greg sat at his desk, staring at her in near-disbelief, twirling a pen through his fingers. The words Shannon had just spoken were still echoing in his head. His face felt flush, and his body felt empty. For the first time since they'd known each other, he had nothing to say. No sarcastic, playfully teasing comments, no subtle compliments, hinting at his hidden affection for her, no discussion of the days' events. Nothing. Just the now heart-piercing thought of not seeing her again. Ever.

He stood up and walked away from his desk, stifling back emotion, and out of Shannon's sight without another word.

Shannon Warner had joined the staff of WJF-TV two years ago, moving from a small market in Montana. She had graduated near the top of her class at Indiana University, and after bouncing around through some smaller market stations for a few years, she ended up at WJF, one of the most desired broadcasting gigs on the East Coast. She was 26 years old, and was somewhat petite. She was charming, disarmingly intelligent, and stunningly beautiful. Greg had told her once that she possessed the kind of beauty that causes men to have traffic accidents. Her light brown skin was nearly flawless, and Greg had examined every visible inch of it he could. Her hair was brown with highlights, flowing past her shoulders. The only thing that could brighten a room more than her brown eyes was her smile. 

She was not just the most beautiful black woman he'd ever seen; she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Period. Her body was sculpted from her dedication to exercise. Shannon worked the morning shift, so she had to get up every day at 2:30a. She was usually leaving the station by 1p, after having lunch with Greg and some of the rest of the staff, and she made her way either to the gym, or to the closest running path. Running had tightened her buttocks up to be quite shapely, and her legs were toned and strong. She also had great endurance from it. Her personal life had suffered, however, since taking this job. Her weekday hours didn't leave much room for a love life, and her weekends were originally reserved for herself, although she eventually wanted to find time to spend with Greg, also. She enjoyed his company, and he was never anything less than a gentleman to her. 

Greg Davis had worked at WJF for about 6 years, and was head of their I.T. department. When he had arrived, their department was about 5 years behind the technology curve. Through his efforts, not only were they ahead of it, they were considered a measuring stick for information technology within the broadcast industry. He was a good looking man, in his late 20s, standing 6 feet tall, with light brown hair and green eyes. He was also a runner, and he and Shannon often spent time training together. They had trained for and competed in several 10K races together. They had spent weekends together running errands, and watching football. Shannon loved to wear Greg's football jerseys. She would help herself to changing into them when at his house, and she'd even kept a few of them. Once, Shannon chose to get particularly comfortable, and had removed all of her clothing, and changed into a jersey. She changed back into her clothes before she left, and once she'd left, Greg draped the jersey over his face while he masturbated, to enhance the experience with her scent. He didn't wash the jersey for days, until the scent had vanished. Simply put, Greg and Shannon had become fast friends upon her arrival from Montana.

Greg had developed what was, at first, a small crush on Shannon. As the months went by, Greg found himself more and more infatuated with her. He would watch Shannon's broadcasts before going to work himself. Often he would be so aroused just at the sight of her, he would masturbate before he got into the shower. Once, he was so excited by talking to her at the station, he made the 30-minute trip home just to jack off, then he would return to work. He fantasized daily about being with her, and now he's learned that she will be moving away in less than a month.

Greg and Shannon couldn't have been more different. She loved fine dining, and exotic cuisine, he liked to order pizza or Chinese take-out. She enjoyed reading biographies on historical figures, he rarely picked up a book unless it was technical in nature. She enjoyed jazz and the theater, he never missed a rerun of "Married With Children". Their friendship was a mystery even to them, and they often joked about it.

Shannon waited for a few minutes, collected her thoughts, and then walked around the station looking for Greg. She eventually tracked him down outside. When she sat next to him, it was clear he was still upset.

"I'm sorry." She began, placing her hand on his leg. "I wanted to tell you first, after I turned in my resignation. This is a great opportunity for me, and I get to go home. Right now, being near my home is more important than the career booster WJF can offer me. Please tell me you understand."

Greg collected himself, and replied. "I do, Shannon. I really do. I guess I'd just taken for granted that you would always be here. I've loved spending time with you. " 

"...and me with you. You were my first friend here, and you're still my closest."

Greg sighed, and appreciated the effort that Shannon was putting forth, but that didn't negate the fact that she was leaving in a few weeks. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him. "Let's make these next few weeks special, OK? I promise that my final night here will be with you. I want it to be a night neither of us will forget."

The weeks passed by quickly, and Greg and Shannon spent every bit of time together that they could. He had considered telling her how he felt about her, but chose to keep his thoughts hidden away. His two-year friendship with Shannon had been better than any committed relationship he'd been in and he didn't want to damage anything by revealing his inner thoughts that she might not share. There had been an obvious change in their friendship since she told him she was leaving. It was an uneasiness that had never been there before. Time was running out for Greg, and he hadn't decided what to do regarding his feelings for Shannon.

Shannon approached Greg's desk early the morning of her final broadcast for WJF's morning news show.

"Hi there."

"Hey.", he responded, without looking up from his desk.

"I just signed off for the final time this morning. Felt kind of weird."

"Yeah."

"Are you mad at me, Greg?"

"No."

Shannon paused for a moment, then placed one finger on Greg's cheek, turning him up to face her. His eyes spoke volumes to her about the way he was feeling today.

"I still can't believe you're leaving in two days." he began with obvious sadness in his voice. "My time with you wasn't nearly long enough. I've thought in my mind over and over of all the days or minutes I could have spent time with you, and chose to do something else. I'm sorry for that."

Shannon began to smile at him. "Greg, you have a life. I don't want you to feel obligated to me for anything."

"I like being obligated to you. More often than not, that means I get to see you."

Shannon thought for a moment, then came up with an idea. "Tell you what. I won't be here tomorrow because I have to help the movers at my apartment. Why don't you come by my place about eight? We can go have dinner together. I promised you my final night here, and I meant it. Please?" 

Greg accepted her offer. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before her departure, and had already looked forward to visiting her. He had even fantasized about having his way with her that final night. He was still afraid that the wrong move would destroy their friendship, so decided that dinner would probably be where it ended.

Shannon never bothered to look for a house while she was here. She always knew that getting to a station near her home was her ultimate goal. She didn't want to have the kind of financial commitment that a house required if she was planning on moving soon, anyway. She had spent the better part of the day wrapping, packing, taping, sweating, and directing the movers. She was exhausted, but was excited by the thought of Greg's visit soon. She jumped in the shower, bathed, then got out and dried herself. The shower was enough to re-energize her, and to prepare for Greg's arrival.

Shannon sat alone on the floor of her empty apartment. All of her furniture was already on it's way to it's new home, and her SUV was completely packed with what was left. She glanced at her watch, and it was rapidly approaching 8. She was growing nervous, but excited nonetheless. She began to think that this should have taken place much sooner than now. All of the lights were shut off, and the only illumination came from the rapidly decreasing sunlight outside.

The knock came at 8:01p. No turning back now, she thought to herself. No need to. I want this. 

"Come in."

The door eased open, and Greg immediately locked eyes with Shannon. He found her sitting naked and alone, on a blanket in the center of her apartment floor. What was left of the natural light beaming in from the outside silhouetted her, almost artistically. Her body faced the door, although she sat with her legs bent so as to strategically cover her breasts, with her arms wrapped around her bent legs. She looked almost childlike, nervous and uncertain.

Greg was speechless for the first time since she told him she was leaving. He was unsure whether to turn his eyes away, or to pounce on her. Without taking his eyes away from her, he closed the door behind him, and locked it.

"Hello.", he said. After that word, he wasn't sure what to say.

"Hi." 

"What is this?" 

"I think it's time we make this friendship complete, Greg. I know you've wanted me for a long time. What you might not know is that I want you as well. I've thought about it for a long time. I've seen you so many times, and just wanted to take you, but I was afraid of our friendship being sacrificed for it. I may not see you again after tonight, and I'll be damned if I'm going to live my life with the regret of not having been with you."

Greg stood motionless and silent, absorbing her words. Shannon relaxed her legs, and leaned back on her hands, exposing her breasts to him. He could also now see clearly between her legs.

"In other words, Greg...get over here and fuck me."

Greg kicked his shoes off, and began to undress. He fell to the floor and quickly made his way to her lips, and they kissed for the very first time. She began helping Greg remove his clothing. He had worn a green, casual button-up shirt, and before he could unbutton it, Shannon was tearing it off of him. Buttons flew randomly throughout the room. Their lips were still locked together when Greg's hand made its way to her breast. She reacted with delight at the first touch, and her nipple hardened in the palm of his hand. He continued to massage her right breast as Shannon began to unbutton his pants.

His cock almost jumped out on its own once the pants were unzipped. Shannon immediately took it into her hands, and began to stroke his nearly hardened 8 inches. Her touch alone almost sent him into an early climax. Greg had dreamed of this from the moment they had met, and never imagined that it would come to pass. He was now finally with the one woman he'd wanted more than any other in his life. She smelled amazing to him, and her lips tasted even more incredible than she smelled. He was ready to taste her skin.

Greg began to kiss her neck as she held him close to her. Her beautiful dark skin was silk-like to the touch. He wanted to devour her. He was beginning to feel two years of attraction, lust, and frustrations reaching their peak. She smelled amazing to him, and his senses began to kick into overdrive. Both of them began to breathe harder and harder. He lay back to the floor with her, continuing to kiss her. She continued to stroke his cock slowly, imagining taking it into her mouth. Greg began to wriggle out of his pants. 

They stopped kissing long enough to look into each other's eyes, and without speaking, they each knew what the other was thinking -- what were we waiting for? Their lips locked again as Shannon pulled Greg's underwear down to his knees. 

Greg began to kiss his way down to Shannon's breasts. Her nipples were hard and waiting for his mouth when he put it on them. Shannon reacted with delight as Greg began to suck on her breasts while his hand moved between her legs. He could feel the moisture on his hands as his fingers located her clitoris. He began to massage it, listening to her moans. 

"Yes, baby...just like that", she instructed her new playmate. She was lying flat on her back, legs open, at the mercy of her lover.

Greg repositioned himself to put his face between her legs. While hardly missing a beat, he buried his tongue inside of her, tickling her clit with his tongue. She reached down and grabbed his hair, yelling the entire time. 

"YES! YES!! OH, BABY, MAKE ME COME!", she cried out, desperately wanting to come all over his face. Her moans echoed loudly throughout the barren apartment. Greg slid two fingers inside of her wet slit and began to pound them in and out of her with fury. Shannon could feel a fierce orgasm igniting inside of her, only seconds away. Greg began licking even faster now, jerking his head back and forth and pounding his fingers away inside of her with jackhammer-like intensity. Even before she could realize it, she began to squirt her appreciation all over Greg's face. Shannon came with more fervor than she ever had before. She had never ejaculated before. The look on her face was somewhere between shock, ecstasy, and embarrassment. Greg was wiping his face and licking his hands when she spoke.

"I.... I'm sorry. That's never happened before."

"Are you kidding?! I loved it!" He gently pushed her back to the floor, and grabbed his cock to put inside of her. He slid inside of her easily, as she was wet with her own juices, as well as the saliva from Greg's mouth. They both moaned loudly as he entered her, and began to thrust inside of the tightest pussy he'd ever felt. He felt incredible inside of her. She hadn't been with anyone since they met, and in some ways, was holding out for him. Their moment had finally arrived, and she was reveling at him pumping inside of her. She looked up at him, mouth open for air, grunting and breathing heavily. She began to move her hips in time with his, pulling him as deep inside of her as she could.

Greg was assailing her pussy with pleasure. He had fantasized of this for two years, masturbating at the thought of it on numerous occasions. Now here he was inside of her, ready to explode. Her tender flesh felt amazing wrapped around his shaft, and he wanted to do whatever it took to please her. Sweat rolled off of his face onto her body, making her glisten even more in the moonlight that was now beaming through the windows.

He felt himself about to erupt. He pumped until the final second, when he pulled out and watched his cum explode all over her sculpted body. It almost seemed to glow against her darker complexion. Shannon began to smear the creamy substance into her skin as she sat up, and took his cock into her mouth, sucking out the final drops with animalistic intensity. Greg stroked her hair as she finished her meal, then kissed her way upwards to his mouth. They kissed again, and looked at one another.

Simultaneously, they began to speak. They each then, stopped, and Greg nodded to her to begin.

"Don't ever make me wait for something again." Those words rang in Greg's head for a moment, with the realization that Shannon would be leaving for Indiana at dawn.

The next day, Greg began his job search in the state of Indiana. Within a few weeks, he had found a job that he wanted, and made his plans to move to the Midwest to be with Shannon. She had settled in nicely in her home state, but had fantasized about Greg almost continuously. When he finally arrived at her home, she opened the door, naked, and didn't say a word. She led him to the bedroom, undressing him the whole time. She threw him on the bed, and just before she took his cock in her mouth, she said to him, "I told you not to make me wait for anything. What took you so long?" 

She smiled at him, and took him in her mouth. Greg rolled his eyes back, and was in heaven.

Shannon & Greg Ch. 02



"God, it is beautiful out tonight."

Shannon and Greg sat on the deck of their apartment in Indianapolis, staring at the stars on a crisp evening. Greg had just arrived here a few days ago, and was finally getting a chance to relax. He'd been through the whirlwind of arriving, unpacking, learning his way around a new area, and beginning a new job. They each sat with a glass of wine in one hand, and their lover's free hand in the other. Shannon sat staring into the heavens, memorizing the constellations. Greg sat staring at Shannon, unbeknownst to her. 

Greg had dreamed of this for two years, and now that they were together, it seemed almost unreal to him. How did he deserve someone as amazing and beautiful as her? He was smiling while he was looking at her left profile. She was wearing a football jersey that she had borrowed from him sometime back. She finally turned to face him, and discovered him staring at her. 

"What?"

"I can't believe that we're here," he said. "This is where I've wanted to be for so long. Not Indiana specifically, but with you. I mean really with you. I've wanted this since we met. I've wanted to share everything with you before now, but kept so much hidden because of how I thought you might feel. Now that the so-called secret is out, I feel like I can tell you anything."

She smiled lovingly back at him. She began to reflect on the two years since their first meeting, and all the missed opportunities they'd both had. She remembered vividly their last night before they came here, making love on her apartment floor. She had never received such passion in one lovemaking session, and was blown away that this wonderful man held that in his heart for her. 

"This was meant to be, you know." she said, as she stood up, still facing him. "It's not an accident that you and I met at WJF, became friends, and now we've become more. I believe that with every ounce of me." She stepped up to the railing on the deck, and turned to stare into the stars again. "Someone up there is looking out for me."

Greg placed his wineglass on the floor and stood, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I think maybe it's us." he said. 

She smelled amazing, as she always did to him. Just being near her began to get him excited. He turned her around to face him. She looked into his eyes, which had always been so telling of what he was thinking. She sat her glass down on the railing. 

"Shannon...I love you. I've always loved you. You've made it so easy for me to love you, simply because you are who you are. I had no choice but to fall in love with you, and I don't see an end to the possibilities for us."

Shannon eyes began to water. She had loved Greg for as long as she could remember, and had wanted him to love her back. She had no idea until a few weeks ago that he was madly in love with her, as well. Now, several weeks after the revelation of their feelings for one another, he has finally said the words that she wanted to hear from him.

"I love you, too, baby. I love you so much. I can't put into words how you make me feel. I do know that there is no woman alive luckier than I am. You are nothing less than a miracle to me."

Greg lowered his head to kiss her, and she met him halfway. Their tongues probed each other's mouths with a heightened level of passion. He ran his hands up her smooth, dark skin up to her hips. He then discovered that the jersey she was wearing was the only article of clothing she had on that evening. He loved to feel her skin against his hands. Her hips and legs were perfectly toned from her regular running, and touching her was a drug to him.

Shannon pulled him by his ass next to her body. She could feel his rapidly growing cock in his pants against her crotch, and wanted to feel him inside her again. However, she did want one thing first. She had experienced the incredible gift of Greg's tongue in their two times together before, and it was the most gratifying thing she'd ever experienced. She'd only been with a few men in her life, but none touched or excited her the way Greg did. Greg seemed so interested in pleasing her, it was nearly obsessive when they were in bed together. She began to breathe heavier, and also began to get very wet. With no resistance from him, she began to push Greg's head toward her crotch, while cocking her left leg up on the chair where she had sat just a few minutes before. 

Greg knelt down at her feet, placing his head under the jersey she had on. Shannon braced herself on the railing. Her excitement was apparent, and she was in great anticipation of his supreme oral skills. Greg looked up at her pussy, and slowly began to penetrate it with his tongue. The first sensation of it sliding inside her made Shannon react involuntarily, and her hand knocked the wineglass from the ledge to the earth below, shattering it.

Shannon began to grind her pussy all over his face as he located her clit, and began to entertain her hardened clit orally. He slowly slid one finger inside of her slit, probing around. His hands were as magical to her as his tongue was. She began steadily bouncing up and down on his finger, as Greg held her to his face by her firm ass. Her grinding and bouncing added only the slightest challenge to his quest for her orgasm.

She began to feel that eruption inside her that only Greg had ever been able to provide for her. He knew exactly what to say, exactly what to do, and exactly how to touch her. She was so excited right now, but tried her best to contain her voice since they were still outside. She had muffled herself, as well as bit her lip to keep from moaning her approval loudly. Greg knew exactly what she was doing, and he could also tell that she was nearing her climax, as her inner thighs began to twitch instinctively. Shannon was no longer able to maintain her silence. 

"OH, GOD...I'M COMING!" She didn't care who or how many people heard her. Greg sped up his tongue and finger thrusts as she gasped for more and more air. Finally, she erupted. She held on the railing, and grabbed the closest wall for balance. She held on as if she were to let go, she would fall from the face of the earth. The only man who ever made her ejaculate had done it again. Greg stopped long enough to watch the clear liquid discharge from her pussy to the deck floor. 

"UUUGGGHHHH...UUUGGGHHH...UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" 

To the untrained ear, it would sound like Shannon was in pain when in fact, she was experiencing the polar opposite of pain. When she had first ejaculated with Greg a few weeks ago, she was unsure of what had happened, as she had never had that experience. When she saw how much Greg took delight in it, it not only set her at ease; it heightened her orgasm for her, as well. She couldn't have imagined being that turned on before Greg; now she can't imagine anyone else doing for her what he could, or even wanting them to.

Wasting no time, Greg spun Shannon around to face the railing. She bent over willingly, grasping onto the rail for leverage. Greg quickly unbuckled his pants and dropped them and his underwear to the floor around his ankles. They began to soak up Shannon's ejaculate as he entered her from behind. They both moaned loudly as he slid inside of her, grabbing her by her hips and taking charge of her. He began to thrust quickly and steadily, pounding away inside of her. This was a new angle for them, and both were receiving the benefits of it. Shannon reached between her legs with one hand, still holding on to the railing, and began massaging her clit furiously. No one had ever aroused her like Greg did, and no one had ever treated her better, in or out of bed. She wanted to feel her lover come as hard as she just had. 

The moonlight shined down on them as Greg began to feel his orgasm nearing. Shannon's tender pink flesh drenched his shaft as he pumped away inside of the woman he loved. He loved watching her beautiful ass bounce back and forth against his body as he took her. She looked downward while her hand worked mercilessly to enhance her pleasure while Greg had his way with her. 

Greg quickly pulled out and stroked his cock as his sperm flew out of it. It flew between the railings, and down to the dirt, mixing with the wine that had spilled earlier. He grunted loudly as each drop flew out of his body. Shannon only slowed her massaging down to watch her lover come for her. It was the sight of her lover ejaculating because of her that made her reach a second climax, squirting more liquid onto the deck. 

Greg pulled her to him, kissing her again. She turned his back to the railing, kneeling down to take his cock into her mouth for just a moment. She sucked on it gently, aware of the sensitivity he's experiencing. She stood up again after a moment, and wrapped her arms back around him, embracing him.

"I love you." he said, panting for breath.

"I love you..." Her voice trailed off, which was then followed by laughter. Greg broke their embrace to look at her face. 

"What's so funny?"

Shannon shyly pointed across the way from their apartment. When Greg turned to look, he saw a cute elderly couple sitting on their apartment deck that had probably witnessed their entire evening. The couple also happened to be mixed; the husband black and the wife white. 

Greg burst out, "Oh my God! What if they recognize you from TV?" 

Shannon continued to laugh, almost uncontrollably. "Baby, it's too dark for them to see either one of our faces. Besides, I've not been on the air long enough here for anyone to know who I am." Greg bent down and pulled his pants back up to his hips as he began to laugh himself. Shannon followed with "I do think, though, that maybe we should continue this inside." 

Greg, in an attempt to cover their embarrassment over being caught, jokingly waved at the old couple across the way. "HI!" he shouted.

Shannon smacked his arm back down, and began pulling on his arm. "Get in here!" she said. Both began laughing hysterically, as they walked back inside the apartment, and shut the door.



Shannon & Greg Ch. 03



Shannon slowly awoke from her deep slumber Friday night, and rolled over to look at the clock on her nightstand. It read 2:27 am, and she had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Since she took this new job in Indiana, she was able to work more "normal" hours, unlike the 2 a.m. wake-up calls she was used to. However, old habits die hard, and she still woke up occasionally at around that same time. She was scheduled to do the Saturday noon broadcast, less than ten hours from now, and she lay in bed wide-awake. 

She looked over at Greg, sleeping soundly. She smiled to herself, never feeling more comfortable or safe than she did with him here. She was deeply in love with this man. While racial lines had destroyed so many similar relationships, race had rarely been discussed between them, and certainly not in the sense that it would ever be an obstacle. They discussed racial issues at times, but they had never encountered an occasion in which race presented an obstacle to them. She never felt like Greg viewed her as a black woman first; she knew that he viewed her as a woman first and foremost, and always treated her with the appropriate respect. He had never made her feel like his fetish, or his latest conquest. He had delivered flowers to her on random days, and was always able to lend a willing ear. He helped do things around her old apartment that she'd needed done, and in some cases without asking. She was never able to see the signals he sent to her, indicating his love for her. Maybe she was so consumed with her love for him, she was unable to see the proverbial forest for the trees.

She sat up in their bed, and rubbed her eyes. She stood up, and began walking toward the kitchen. She stumbled sleepily to the refrigerator, and pulled out a small bottle of water. She took one swig, then another. Instead of placing it back into the fridge, she shut the door, sealed the bottle back, and brought it back to bed with her. She placed the bottle on her nightstand, next to a biography on Coretta Scott King she had been reading before she fell asleep. She climbed back into bed, and snuggled up next to Greg. He was fast asleep, and felt very warm to Shannon. 

Shannon lay next to Greg, stroking some stray strands of his hair away from his face. She began to think about how lucky she considered herself to be. Her personal life had suffered from her dedication to her career, as well as the crazy hours she had to keep at her last job. There wasn't much chance to meet someone new when you were up at two every morning, and in bed by 6 or 7 each night. She also hadn't met anyone that interested her as much as Greg did. 

It was clear that he loved her. Greg had a steady job, a good position within the company, and respect throughout the industry as an I.T. employee. He chose to gamble all of that on his love for her, and didn't have second thoughts about it. A lone tear ran down Shannon's cheek as she truly began to absorb the lengths that Greg would go to just to be with her. She pulled him as close to her as she could. He was still dead asleep as she pressed her face against his chest. 

The more she thought about their lives, and the possibilities that lay before them, the more aroused she became. She continued to study Greg, still in a deep slumber, and felt like she was never meant to be anywhere but with him. She continued to become aroused, and sat back up. She gently rolled Greg onto his back. She removed the pink silk negligée that she'd worn to bed to reveal her bare, beautifully chiseled body. She began to kiss Greg's neck, and rapidly moved south on his body. She turned her own body and mounted him in the 69 position, and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. The thought of Greg waking up, and then burying his tongue inside of her while she went down on him only increased her excitement. 

No quicker than Shannon had positioned herself on Greg's body, did he awaken. He was staring directly into her moist slit when his eyes opened. Her mouth felt amazing on his cock, sliding up and down with perfection, pleasuring him. He quickly pulled her pussy closer to his face, and slid his tongue inside of her. She reacted immediately, but never removed his cock from her mouth. In fact, she only increased the speed with which she was sucking him. She took one hand, and began to tickle his balls with her fingernails, stopping only to massage them occasionally. She was rewarded for her actions by him slowly pumping himself in and out of her mouth.

Her long, flowing hair draped his crotch area while she continued her work. The sensation of Greg's cock growing inside her mouth was incredibly erotic to Shannon. She loved the thought of having that sort of control over someone at that moment, and that this man, above all men, was that affected by her. She began to suck him even faster, and massaged his balls at an accelerated rate when she suddenly received a pleasant surprise...

Greg's hands were placed against Shannon's ass, balancing her beautiful body on top of his. Greg decided to try an experiment while he had her most precious possessions in front of him. He slowly began to wiggle his index finger inside of her anus. He and Shannon had never discussed anal play before, and he had never even given it much thought before with any woman, but with her anus only inches away from his face, he wanted to see what her reaction was. 

Her immediate reaction was surprise, as she broke her sucking rhythm momentarily to absorb this new sensation, then she continued. She even began to move her hips towards Greg's face to allow deeper penetration. Greg continued to satisfy her ever-wetting pussy with his tongue, both probing her ass and tickling her clit. He soon began to feel an eruption inside of him. He was about to come, and Shannon knew it as well. She began sucking her fastest as Greg exploded inside of Shannon's mouth.

"AAAAHHH...AAAHHHHH....AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Greg's orgasms had never ceased to fascinate Shannon, and she loved that she was the one to produce them for him now. She briefly debated what to do with her mouthful of Greg's appreciation, then decided to swallow it all. No sooner than she had swallowed it, than Greg had risen to his knees, flipping Shannon onto her back, and lifting her pussy to his face. Her body was now suspended in midair, with her legs draped around his shoulders, and her pussy in his face, just where she liked it. She began to grind against his face, as his tongue continued what had become her favorite activity. Her breasts hung towards her face as she grabbed them and began to massage, which quickly turned into nipple pinching. 

Greg looked down at her body. Her dark skin reflected the natural moonlight that shone in from the windows as she pressed her tender, pink vaginal lips against his mouth. She continued to grind as she neared her own climax, his tongue still firmly implanted inside of her. Her inner thighs began to twitch, and Greg had been here enough to know what that meant. He began jerking his head back and forth mercilessly, his tongue never leaving her clitoris. Shannon finally began to erupt into his mouth, and on his face.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD.....UUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Nobody had ever made Shannon feel the way she did with Greg. She'd never even dreamed that she could actually ejaculate until she did the first time she was with Greg. Now, every time they were together, she couldn't help but to ejaculate. It was another reason she loved him so much.

Greg gently placed her lower torso back onto the bed. He moved from his knees to lie beside of her, and pulled her close to him. Both still panting for breath, they kissed, and each tasted themselves in the other's mouth. 

"Hi." Greg began, smiling at his lover. "What brought that on?"

"I woke up a while ago. You know the hours I used to keep. Old habits die hard, I guess. I wanted to get some sleep, because I have to be at the station at 10:30 tomorrow, and work the noon and six broadcasts."

Greg pondered for a moment, then decided to make a revelation. "I have a confession to make."

Shannon actually got worried for a moment, but then judging from Greg's tone, didn't have too much to worry about. She even smiled at him. "What, baby?"

"When you were still at WJF...and before we got together....I used to watch you on the morning show. Every day. I can't tell you how many times I would masturbate, thinking about you, before I came to work."

This floored Shannon. She broke their embrace to sit up and look at him. "REALLY!?!"

Greg wasn't sure if her reaction was due to flattery or disgust, so he chose to answer cautiously. "Um....yes."

"You have no idea how much of a turn on that is to me. Especially now. The thought of you sitting there, doing that while you watch me....mmmmm...." Shannon began to gently massage her clit.

"I tell you what," Greg said. "Tomorrow when you go on the air at noon, I want you to think about me sitting here at home, doing exactly that. Because I will be."

Shannon smacked Greg on the arm with the hand she had been massaging herself with. "GREG! Don't say that to me! Now I won't be able to concentrate!"

Greg began to laugh. "OK, OK....I'm sorry. Come here." Shannon lay back in his arms. She snuggled up to him. "Go to sleep, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, Greg." Shannon smiled to herself, completely content. 

"I'm still gonna do it, though." Greg added snidely, as he began to drift off back to sleep. Without raising her head, Shannon gently pinched Greg's nipple.

The next morning, Shannon arrived at WXUB, her new affiliate station in plenty of time to prepare for her noon broadcast. She had worn a bright green dress that day, and curled her hair. Greg always loved her curled hair, and told her she should wear it more often. She chose to do so today, just for him. She had in the back of her mind Greg's comments about watching her while she was on-air, and masturbating while he watched. As distracting as that thought was, it was a turn on at the same time. She thought back to the times she was on-air, and the times that Greg could have been or was pleasuring himself while viewing her. She was becoming aroused at just the thought, but had work to do.

Greg sat at home lounging in a tee-shirt and sweatpants. He had slept in, resting from the previous nights' activities, and wanted to make sure he was watching his lover do her job. He stretched out on the couch, and turned on the TV, flipping from channel to channel. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and noon was approaching.

Shannon sat at the news desk minutes before her broadcast. The makeup girl applied a small amount of anti-glare makeup to Shannon's naturally beautiful facial features. The director made sure the cameras were in the final spots for the broadcast. The show's intro began to roll, and finally, he signaled to Shannon with his hands...3...2...1. He pointed to Shannon that she was on the air. "Good afternoon, thank you for joining us, I'm Shannon Warner. Today's top story..."

Greg sat at home, watching Shannon. He was able to watch her long, beautiful brown hair with their highlights, her brown eyes, her dark smooth skin, and her smile. The camera shot didn't allow much more than that, but Greg had seen, smelled, and tasted much, much more than that. His right hand slid inside of his sweatpants. 

Shannon continued to read the news, and to throw the broadcast to various field reporters. However, now that she was on the air, the thought of Greg being at home watching her, and pleasuring himself, was in the back of her mind. Shannon was nothing, if not a professional. She was able to perform her job with an ease that other anchors in the business for many years more envied. She remained able to focus, but hadn't forgotten. In fact, the closer that the end of the broadcast neared, the more it was in the forefront of her thoughts. 

Greg began massaging himself slowly. He wasn't fully erect yet, but he imagined his hands as Shannon's mouth. He continued to watch as her broadcast wrapped up.

"That's it. Thank you for joining us. Have a great day. See you tonight at 6!" Shannon waited until the camera was off until she removed her earpiece. She made quick small talk with the stage crew, but was now nearly obsessed with the thought of Greg masturbating to her televised image at home. She quickly excused herself, and adjourned to the ladies' room.

Greg pulled his cock out and began to stroke it quickly. At the same time at the station, Shannon locked herself in a stall inside the restroom, sat down, lifted her dress, and began to massage her clit furiously. Greg's now fully hardened cock was at the mercy of his hand's rhythm. Shannon sat in her stall, biting her lip while she played with herself, desperately trying not to be heard. She began reliving the night before, including Greg's finger inside her ass, a sensation she'd never experienced before, but had definitely peaked her arousal.

Greg fantasized about the few times he'd been with Shannon, and how intense they had been. His strokes became quicker and quicker. Shannon, miles away, massaged her clit while thinking of the things Greg did to her, and how she'd dreamed of him doing those things for so long. She'd never felt the sexual magnetism with anyone that she did with Greg, and she also knew that he was crazy about her, and being with her. She rubbed herself faster.

Both could feel their climaxes approaching quickly, completely unaware what the other was doing. Greg sped up his stroking movements until he ejaculated. His cum shot several inches into the air, before most of it landed back on his body. Shannon massaged until she erupted. They both rested momentarily. Greg gasped for air, and basked in the glow of the feeling of pleasuring himself by her. Shannon sat quietly, panting quietly for air and collecting her thoughts. She took several sheets of toilet paper to dry herself off. She emerged from the stall, slightly glistening from sweat when a co-worker named Jasmine walked in. 

"Hey, Shannon....are you feeling OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine, thanks. Maybe I just got something inside me last night." Shannon smiled to herself as she stepped to the sink to wash her hands, and to dry her face.

Shannon returned to her desk, and picked up the phone. She dialed the apartment. Greg, having just cleaned himself up, walked to the phone, picked it up. He could see on the caller ID that it was coming from the station. Assuming it was Shannon, he picked up saying, "I love you."

Shannon laughed slightly. "I love you. I've been thinking about you all day."

Greg smiled mischievously, having just caught his breath. "Really? Me, too." 

Shannon somehow just knew that Greg was out of breath because he had been pleasuring himself. She wondered if he knew that she had just done the same. Shannon could think of only one thing to say : 

"See you tonight at 6." 

*click*