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A Perfect World

By: subtleperfume



I will not name the government agency where much of this story takes place. I left the agency several years ago, but I still have friends there, hence the caution. Names of the people involved have also been changed, of course, but other than that, this is what really happened.

I know that it can be foolish to trust memory to accurately relate events from eleven years ago, but I can recall these particular experiences with a vividness that can still steal my breath. I've also had the advantage of being able to compare notes with the other person who was so intimately involved with these goings-on. For the purposes of this story, I'll call her Cindy and myself, Jennifer. I'm going to begin my tale in mid 1998, so let me describe what I looked like then: a 5'6" twenty-six year-old with brunette hair cut stylishly short. I've been told often enough that I'm beautiful and when I see the way men look at me, I believe it must be true. Though I had recently had a baby, a good diet and strict exercise routine helped me to regain my pre-pregnancy figure quickly. My breasts were full and surprisingly perky, and I had shapely hips and legs that I was proud of. But, if I'm any judge, I think my strongest physical asset was my smile.

At any rate, it was in June of that year that I first learned of my husband James' hypothyroid condition. We had been married for three years, and up to that point James was mellow, had a bubbly sense of humor and stayed in excellent physical condition.

He was conscientious regarding his diet and went to the gym 4 or 5 days a week for vigorous workouts. In fact, the gym is where we first met. I had been attracted to and turned on by his wonderful physique since the day we met.

But, in June of '98, I gave birth to our first child and around the same time, James began to put on weight, despite his remaining faithful to his diet and exercise regimen. He was only 29 at the time, so you could hardly blame it on "middle age spread". Besides, the changes weren't only physical ones. James' easygoing personality began to be replaced by erratic behavior and frightening mood swings.

As the pounds piled up and James' conduct worsened, I finally convinced him that he needed medical help. This is how we found out that his thyroid gland had essentially ceased functioning and that he would be required to take medication for the rest of his life.

Reading and adjusting thyroid levels is not an exact science, however. The medication slowed the weight gain and took the edge off his behavior somewhat, but I never got my husband back. The man that I married was gone forever.

I could have handled his weight gain. After all, it's not as if I expected the two of us would remain young and beautiful forever. My husband was very attractive, but I didn't marry him for his looks. And, I probably could have eventually wrapped my head around the loss of our sex life. A dramatically reduced libido is one of the many unfortunate symptoms of hypothyroid disorders. I've always had a healthy sexual appetite, so it made the adjustment difficult, but I don't think impossible. No, the hardest part to deal with was the personality change. The disease replaced my charming, energetic and romantic husband with a tired, irritable man who sometimes flew into raging tirades at little provocation.

As you can imagine, it was exhausting caring for a baby with a partner who required as much patience as the child. So, after three months home with the baby, it was with some relief that I went back to my federal job. For one thing, the change in environment was a welcome relief. I had a good deal of work to catch up on and that didn't leave me much time for wallowing in self pity. Another, more important benefit was that I would once again have the regular company of my closest friend and confidante.

All that I've recounted so far has been painful to recall. Here, at last is a subject I can warm to: 

Cindy.

I met Cindy when I first came to the agency in 1993, so I've known her a year longer than I've known my husband. We hit it off immediately and soon became inseparable, almost always spending our lunch hours and coffee breaks together.

Cindy has a contagious exuberance and a quick, ready wit that often had me convulsing with laughter. Her statuesque beauty and flirty manner have turned many a head in our building and outside of it on our frequent lunchtime excursions. Let me give you a picture of her to carry you through the rest of my narrative: Cindy is two years older than I and about 5'8" with a wonderfully rounded voluptuousness. Her complexion is a glowing coffee with lots of cream and a smattering of faint, cinnamon freckles. Her hazel eyes often glimmer with mischief and her smile lights up her face and any room she's in. To top it all off, dark, lustrous mid-length hair frames those lovely features.

Now after that lavish physical description, you might assume that I had a crush on Cindy. But, to be quite honest, I was not attracted to her so much as I admired her. But, you would, after all, have to be blind not to see how stunning she is.

Cindy also has a generous, caring nature, quick to offer a helping hand or a sympathetic ear. I told her in my first couple of weeks back at work some of what was going on with James and I, but I was reluctant to dump too much in her lap. Besides, a part of me felt like I was betraying my husband by divulging our marital woes. So, while Cindy had the general impression that I was miserable, I hadn't yet related too many details.

On September 16, 1998, that changed (keep reading and you'll see why the date is so firmly fixed in my memory). Cindy and I had gone to lunch that day as we almost always did. I'm afraid I was distracted, depressed and generally poor company. She tried her best to snap me out of it, but I could only manage tepid smiles in response to her usual banter. On the way back to work, we walked the first couple of blocks in silence when she leaned close and broke my reverie, "You know, I'm really beginning to worry about you, sweetie."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Cin! I realize what a drag I must be today. I... "

"Don't you dare apologize! With everything you've had on your plate lately, it's a wonder you're not comatose. When we get back, I want you to come on down to my office. We are gonna have an overdue heart-to-heart."

"Look, Cin, I really appreciate the offer, but... "

Cindy stopped in the middle of the lunchtime crowd on a downtown street and turned me to face her. Her hands went to my shoulders as she looked me earnestly in the eye and said, "Hon, you just don't get it. I'm not gonna accept 'no' for an answer. I don't care what work is waiting on your desk or mine. I've known you long enough and care about you deeply enough to take the liberty of insisting. You've been walking around with the weight of the world on your shoulders and if you don't unburden yourself soon, you're going to collapse."

With that, she took my arm in hers and steered me back to our building and her office. Once we were inside Cindy's office, she locked the door, pulled the guest chair close to hers and gestured for me to have a seat. After I was settled, she scooted closer, took my hands in hers and quietly spoke, "Talk to me, hon."

I felt a welter of emotions swirling in me with no idea how to begin expressing them. After a moments hesitation, I tried to speak, but all that came out was a wracking sob. And boy, oh boy, once the floodgates opened...

With my vision blurred by tears, I saw a look of concern on Cindy's face. She stood up and pulled me into her arms. My head rested on her shoulder and I cried like a baby. Cindy's left arm encircled me while her right arm soothingly stroked my back. She murmured in my ear, "It's okay, sweetie. Let it all out. Take as long as you need. You're safe here."

God, I can't tell you how much I needed exactly that. With all that had been going on, I hadn't realized how long it had been since someone simply held me; since I felt loved. And Wow! Didn't I feel enveloped in love just then.

It was strange, though, that as my tears subsided, I began to be aware of Cindy's subtle perfume, her warmth under my hands, in my arms and pressed against me, the swell of her breasts just above mine. I mean, we had hugged many times before, but this was different.

As this heightened awareness permeated my senses, Cindy pulled back slightly and cupped my face in her hand, asking, "Feel any better, hon?"

That's when it happened.

I looked in her eyes, closed the small space between us and pressed my lips to hers.

Now, I have no reason to lie to you here, so believe me when I tell you that before that moment, I had never seriously considered another woman sexually or romantically. But, just then, I felt so loved, so wanted, I just responded reflexively.

Our lips touched for only an instant or so when Cindy stepped back out of our embrace. Surprise and confusion were written on her lovely features. She was obviously groping for the right words to say and failing miserably.

I started to babble like an idiot, "OhGodOhGodOhGod!!! I am SO SORRY, Cin! PleasePleasePlease forgive me! I never... "

Cindy gathered herself together and cut me off sharply, "Jen. Stop it. Please. There is nothing to forgive. You are my dearest, truest friend. If a simple kiss were to ruin that, it would break my heart. So, let's just calm down, okay?" 

We both sat down again, visibly shaken. After a moment or two passed, Cindy looked up at me and asked with a forced smile, "So... where the hell did that come from?"

I buried my face in my hands, "Cindy, I swear I didn't mean to... "

She interrupted me again, "Please stop apologizing. I meant what I said. I love you with all my heart and I won't let something like this drive us apart if I can help it. I hope you feel the same."

"Of course, I do!", I replied breathlessly. It's just... just... "

"Yes?", Cindy queried, "'Just, what?"

"God, I already feel like such a fool, Cin. Please don't make me say."

Cindy leaned forward and took my hands in hers again. "You should never feel like a fool with me. You can tell me anything. You know that don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, then?... ", she gently urged.

My hands were still in hers, but I looked down while I talked, "I, um, it's just been, you know, so long. So damned long since someone's touched me... held me... made me feel loved and wanted."

Cindy's hand stroked my hair, encouraging me to continue, "I've kept such a tight lid on things for fear of losing it, that I hadn't consciously realized just how desperately lonely I'd become."

"Not to mention desperately horny." Cindy chortled.

We both giggled nervously at that.

"Yeah, I guess I am, at that. Kinda hard to deny it, huh?"

"So", she said impishly, "If I give you another hug, will you promise you won't try to rape me this time?"

"Bitch", I quipped.

"Dyke", Cindy countered.

At that, we both dissolved into peals of laughter.

When we calmed down, Cindy stood, pulling me to my feet as well. She opened her arms and drew me to her. I found the courage to speak in earnest again now that I wasn't looking directly at her. Anxiety ran through and through me. My voice quivered with tension, "Like I said, it seems like forever since James and I last made love. He doesn't even try to touch me anymore. When you took me in your arms, it felt so wonderful. That loneliness responded to your embrace, the horniness responded to your caress... and with all the emotions that were already roiling in me... I... I reacted without thinking."

"Jen", Cindy smiled and held me at arms length to look at me, "I completely understand. And believe me, if I was into women that way, I'd be all over you right now. But, as gorgeous as I think you are, and as wonderful a person I know you to be, I'm just not attracted to women sexually."

She held my face in her hand again. "If you let something like this cause you to act differently around me... shyer, embarrassed, walking on eggshells... I would be truly crushed. I want you to promise me you won't let that happen."

"I promise."

With that, Cindy gave me a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the bottom and told me I had better scram, at least until lunch time tomorrow. She was expecting her boss to knock on her door any minute now to drag her off to an afternoon-wasting meeting.

As you can probably imagine, the rest of my afternoon was not particularly productive.

If you've also guessed that my night was sleepless, you get no points for clairvoyance. I mentally replayed the afternoon's events on an endless loop, fluctuating between extremes of humiliation and horniness.

I knew Cindy was sincere when she said she did not want that day's incident to change our relationship. I didn't doubt her generosity of spirit for an instant. Yet, I couldn't help wincing in vividly recalled embarrassment each time I realized anew that I had actually made a pass at my best friend! What I wouldn't give to have that moment back!

The problem is, though, that if I undid the day, I would also lose the time I spent in her arms. And God help me, that span of time was haunting my night.

James had taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom across the hall in recent months. He had fallen fast asleep there around ten that night. The baby and I were in the master bedroom. I had the queen-size bed all to myself while the baby slept soundly in the crib next to it.

For the better part of an hour, I had been tossing and turning across that broad, empty mattress. Images from the day forcefully chased sleep away.

God damn it! What was wrong with me!? If, just a day before, someone had told me I would be mooning over... no, lusting after another woman, I would have laughed at the very idea. I knew I was no lesbian. I enjoyed the company and sexual attention of men far too much for that.

If I was honest with myself, though, I had to admit (but, only in the solitude of my own thoughts) that I had, on occasion, felt a twinge of attraction for another woman. But I'd never given it much thought and I'd certainly never pursued it.

Until now.

What was different? Cindy, of course. I think I had fallen in love without my noticing it.

What a mess I was. It was nearly two in the morning and I was no closer to sleep than when I first got in bed. My nipples were straining against my pajama tops and the bottoms were absolutely sodden.

I knew what I wanted; what I needed: release. I had masturbated often enough, but never with a woman as the object of my fantasizing. But, if I was going to surrender to this, there was no point in doing it by halves. If I couldn't have Cindy during the day, I would at least make her mine at night, in the privacy of my own heart.

I got up and locked the bedroom door. Slipping out of my night clothes, I sprawled across the bed. Silvery light from a three quarter moon came through the window and set my nakedness aglow. My eyes closed and my breath quickened in anticipation. It had been far too long since I had an orgasm at my hands or anyone else's. I was going to luxuriate in this.

Memory tangled with imagination and raw need to conjure Cindy there in the room with me. Weren't those her arms enfolding me again? Couldn't I feel her soothing caress on my back? Was that the soft skin of her cheek pressed to mine? I was sure I caught the scent of her perfume in the air. And the warmth of her body clasped tightly to mine.

Tracing the line of my jaw down to the curves of my throat, I imagined the touch belonged to Cindy. Moving each hand to the other side of my body, fingernails raked across my collarbone. I stroked my shoulders and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My already engorged clit twitched impatiently.

I moved my hands to my breasts and cupped them at the sides. Lavishing them with the attention they ached for, I massaged, kneaded, and caressed them. My index fingers slid upwards to circle my areolae, which had tightened with anticipation. When I finally grasped my nipples between forefingers and thumbs, a current of electricity shot through me, forcing me to gasp aloud, "Cindy!"

My mind's eye invoked a vivid image of her suckling at my breast. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and scraped them with my nails as if they were her teeth. Waves of tingling, pulsing pleasure cascaded over me as I stroked those nubs up and down, up and down, over and over. 

I could have come easily just from the attention to my breasts. But I was feeling greedy that night. I was holding out for a truly spectacular orgasm.

My hands left my aching bosom and slid down my torso. Every nerve was keyed up, on fire, as my head swam with images of Cindy. Past my navel, fingers traveled of their own volition, nearing the heart of my fire. I brushed through my pubic hair, feeling the sensitive mound of Venus beneath my fingertips. My breathing quickened as I (or was it Cindy's hands?) spread my legs.

I slowly drew my thumb and forefinger up the fleshy sides of my outer lips. This pushed the inner lips of my cunt together, causing warm liquid to weep from them. The middle finger of my other hand (Cindy's tongue) split the slick furrow of my sex. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and I caught my breath. 

With a shallow delving, my digit gathered a silky smoothness that I spread over my inner folds. I began an exploration of my swollen labia that sent stronger spasms radiating through my body. My fingertip worked in slowly, knowingly. Wet sounds tangled with my ragged breathing to break the late night silence. Then, scooping deeper than before, I collected a finger full of that slippery dew and held it up glistening in the dappled moonlight. Taking the richly coated finger deep into my mouth, I tasted my lust.

Anxiously, I returned my hands to my sex, knowing I couldn't keep from cumming much longer.

Thrusting two fingers into my sopping pussy with one hand, I coaxed my clitoris from beneath its hood with the other and was rewarded with a gush of lubricating nectar. My sticky digit tormented the sensitive bud.

I felt another shock of desire and moaned aloud. I was very close to eruption. 

My fingers from one hand were working furiously on my clit now, and the fingers of my other hand slid in and out of my pussy while I arched my torso. 

I let anticipation build, every sensation nearly too much. I was on overload, pushing, pushing, pushing toward my limits and then backing away.

Mewing with delight, I began to gyrate, making the bed springs squeak. My hips jerked in the air, and I shut my eyes, lost in bliss, hyper-aware of the sounds my sopping cunt was making as I fingered myself.

My thighs flexed, and muscles across my tummy pulsed in a quickening rhythm. Rivulets of cum coated my thighs. I looked down the length of my body and saw my knees pointing up, my thighs forming a 'V'. Closing my eyes again, my mind's eye pictured Cindy's lovely face at the bottom of that 'V', her mouth fastened to the contours of my sex.

Her hazel eyes fastened on mine. There was electricity in their gaze.

This pushed me over the edge. A dam broke and pleasure overtook me like a flood. My body convulsed violently in the throes of the most shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced. Pulsing waves of ecstasy shot through me, their power amplified with every thrust of my fingers. My thighs shuddered as though electrified and liquid flowed out of me, puddling on the bed. Whimpering and gasping at the sheer intensity of sensation, I nearly passed out when, at last, it began to subside. 

My hips collapsed on the bed and I calmed down, though my sex still twitched. I was wrung out; like a rag doll.

As the sounds of my panting stirred the air, I realized that I had just driven myself into a sexual frenzy while fantasizing about my best friend.


A Perfect World



What, in God's Name, was happening to me!?

I would have to sort it all out (if possible) tomorrow. Post coital bliss settled in and tension melted away. For what remained of the night, I fell into a deep and restful sleep.

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The next morning I was staring blankly at my computer monitor when Cindy stepped into my cubicle entrance. "Hey, Jen. How's it going this morning?" That irresistible smile graced her features.

"Oh, a little bleary eyed, but otherwise okay." I replied. Just seeing her made me a bit giddy. I felt like a school girl with a first crush.

"Good. I mean, good that you're okay, not good that you're bleary eyed." she chuckled. "Well, I've got some unforgiving deadlines that are gonna keep me occupied all morning, but I wanted to make sure we're still 'on' for lunch."

"Absolutely." I suddenly had a vivid image of myself kissing each faint freckle that adorned her nose and cheeks. I nearly had to shake my head to rid myself of the picture. Cindy looked searchingly into my eyes for an instant and I briefly wondered if she could read my thoughts.

Then, with a "See ya soon" and a quick wave, she was gone. 

I tried valiantly to clear my desk that morning so I could afford the long lunch break. Thoughts of Cindy intruded over and over again. I wondered what was wrong with me. Was this due to some post-partum hormonal imbalance? How in the world had I ventured so far in such a short time?

Distracted or not, phone calls were made, papers were shuffled and computer entries were logged. Before I knew it, Cindy was ringing my telephone. "I am almost, but not quite, done here. Would you mind coming down to my office and leaving from here so I'll have time to tidy up a couple of details?"

When I arrived in her doorway, Cindy looked up from her monitor, beamed at me and gestured for me to come in. "Would you shut that, please?" she pointed at the door and then patted the guest chair next to her desk. "I'll be done in a jiffy."

Her gaze was intent on her computer monitor as her fingers danced across the keyboard. While she was occupied, I took a good look at her: the arc of her eyebrows, the clarity and color of her eyes, the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, the fullness of her lips. I felt the urge to reach out and let my fingers travel where my eyes had just been, when I realized I was staring. 

Cindy was either too focused on her work to notice or too gracious to let on that she had.

Within a couple of minutes time, she closed several windows on her screen and stood up. Raising her arms victoriously, she grinned, "Free at last! Thank God Almighty, free at last!... well, at least until after lunch."

Reaching down and taking my hands, Cindy pulled me out of the chair. "I asked you to drop by here first, because 'A': I wanted, no, make that 'needed' a hug... " she drew me into her embrace. "And 'B': I wanted a chance to talk to you privately before we go to lunch."

Still holding me in her arms, she continued, "You know, you cost me no small amount of sleep last night." Before I could respond to that, Cindy went on, "I went around and around, thinking about you, me, us... our friendship."

She stepped back slightly, out of the embrace, but with her hands still holding my arms, "And I'm pretty damn proud of myself." she grinned. "Because I actually got it all sorted out."

"Oh, really?" I replied. "Care to share any of that insight with us mere mortals?"

Well, since I am feeling generous today, I might be willing to shed some wisdom on the masses." She couldn't suppress a giggle.

When I mock-curtsied, she pushed me playfully back into the chair I'd recently vacated. But, then her luminous smile was replaced by a pensive expression. "I run around madly every day, trying to keep up with an impossible schedule: work, home, husband, son, and all that those things entail."

"Oh, I know I'm hardly the only one." Cindy went on. "You're in the same boat, and so is nearly everyone I know. I only bring it up because it means that there are too many things in our lives that aren't given due consideration before we have to move on to the next thing."

Cindy walked slowly back and forth as she spoke, "But, that little kiss of yours sure gave the status quo a swift kick in the pants. You forced me to do a lot of overdue soul searching."

"For one thing," She stopped her pacing and gazed keenly at me, "I thought, for the first time, what my life would be like without your friendship."

Cindy paused for a moment, as if to let that sink in. "Or... how my life would change if that friendship was diminished. It happens. It's happened to me. A word, spoken in anger, that can't be unsaid or unheard. A careless remark that's misunderstood or taken out of context. And, before you know it, the entire chemistry of the relationship alters. Exchanges become guarded, coolness sets in and levels of intimacy disappear."

With earnestness shining from her eyes, Cindy knelt down in front of me and took my hands in hers. "You are the truest friend I've ever had. When Andy (that's her husband) had his fling a few years back, I might have flown to pieces without you. You were with me every day, listening to me rage, wail and babble. And every day, you came back for more, giving me comfort, patience and love."

"When Andy Jr. was born, the hormonal storms nearly cost me my mind. And again, there you were, holding my hand, keeping me on my feet until I was strong enough to stand on my own."

Cindy leaned over and kissed one of my hands, and I was moved nearly to tears. When she looked up at me, I saw that her eyes were brimming, as well. "It takes time to truly know someone, to see how they carry themselves in different situations. I've been fortunate enough to have been granted that time with you."

One of her tears spilled and I brushed it away as she continued. "I'm always at ease in your company; not merely because I know with absolute certainty that you would never betray my confidences. I'm also secure in the knowledge that you love me as I am, warts and all."

Smiling up at me, Cindy continued, "Now, I'm not a complete idiot. It's not as if I didn't already realize I was lucky to call you friend. It's just that yesterday's events brought things into sharp focus for me. And, I'm just smart enough to know what a rare and precious gift I've been given."

Our eyes met and held for a moment, then impishness suffused her lovely features. "But, as you well know, greed is one of my gravest character flaws. I want more." Her expression now became reflective, "Years more. I don't want what we have to go away. Ever."

Cindy gazed at me expectantly, but I was stunned into silence. Finally, I managed the feeble reply, "No fair."

"What do you mean, 'No fair'?"

Several tears had escaped and were flowing freely down my cheeks. I took tissues from a box on her desk and tried uselessly to stem the flow. "No one has ever spoken to me like that. That was like something from a book. And it's hard to believe... all that eloquence... all that loveliness... was for me."

"So, how is it 'No fair'?"

"Well, you've obviously put a lot of thought into what you were going to say, and here I am, flat footed, unprepared."

"Sweetie, I'm not looking for any kind of declaration from you. This was simply what kept me up last night and I needed to share it with you."

But, since you mention it," mischievousness lit her face again, "there is something you can do for me."

"What's that?" I asked warily.

"Since I've just laid my heart bare for you," Cindy said coyly, "I was hoping you might elaborate on what happened yesterday."

I felt the first flutter of butterflies. "I told you, I... "

"Yes. I know. 'Loneliness. Horniness. Caught up in the moment'. And if that's all there was to it... fine." I was still seated in the chair beside her desk and she was still kneeling in front of me with my hands clasped in hers. Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead to mine and lowered her voice to match the intimacy, "But, if there's anything more, you should tell me now. You wouldn't send me into a minefield without giving me the lay of the land, would you, hon?"

I rose from the chair while helping Cindy to her feet as well. Moving across the office, I stood facing the wall and away from her. What, in God's Name, was I supposed to do here?! She was right. She had just 'laid her heart bare'. I certainly owed it to her to do the same. But, at what cost? Honesty was supposedly the best policy, but, in reality, the truth could often do more damage than a lie. I was feeling lost in an uproar of conflicting emotions when I felt Cindy's hand on my shoulder. Her other hand came over my other shoulder with a finger extended and a penny resting on it. "For your thoughts."

It was then that I made the decision to trust in the love she had just proclaimed. Taking the penny from her hand, I asked her to sit down again. "Close your eyes." I requested.

"Why?"

"Please. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this may be the only way I can get through this. And I better start now, before I lose my courage."

Cindy returned to her seat and shut her eyes. A trace of anticipation showed in her face, which was otherwise serene.

I took a deep breath and found my voice. "I have always thought you were lovely; in fact, the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Thank you." she interjected quietly.

"I have, on occasion... " anxiety shivered through my words. "Oh God, I can't even believe I'm saying this! I feel like I'm walking the high wire without a net."

"I'm your net." she said simply.

That gave me the nerve to continue, "I have, on occasion, even felt a glimmer of attraction, which I never really gave any thought. I mean, before the idea even formed, I would brush it away as a fleeting impulse, nothing more."

"Yesterday, one of those impulses seemed to arise just when I was most vulnerable to it. Even so, it might have resulted in nothing more than that kiss... one of those awkward, embarrassing moments that we would've laughed about later."

I glanced over at Cindy, but her expression was inscrutable. "But, after last night," I went on, "I doubt that I'll be able to sweep away those feelings so casually again."

"What happened last night?" Cindy's voice was soothing and calm.

"Well, when I went to bed and the house was quiet, I couldn't help thinking about what had happened here. You can believe I suffered some pretty fierce pangs of humiliation. But the more I thought about it, the more the embarrassment faded and I began to get... um... well..."

When I finished the thought, it was barely above a whisper, "I began to get turned on."

There was no apparent reaction from Cindy to this. She did not move or even fidget and her eyes remained closed.

"I was tormented by that kiss... and the fervent wish that it had gone on longer... until... "

A moment passed while I gathered myself, then, " ...Until I began to fantasize that it had."

Having said that much, my nerves quieted, allowing me to continue less haltingly, "Cindy, dear, you and I have had some pretty steamy discussions about sex. We've never been shy about the details, either. But, this is different and there is no way in hell I'm gonna get into the specifics. I will simply say this: I had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life last night while I was imagining making love to you."

Cindy's cafe au lait complexion deepened by several shades. But, as terrifying as it was for me to say them, it was a relief to get the words out. They hung in the silence for a moment, until Cindy asked, "Is it okay for me to open my eyes now?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course it is. I got so caught up in what I was saying, I forgot."

Her lashes lifted and the eyes that had sparked my passion last night were now fixed directly on me. Rising from the chair, Cindy extended her arms in my direction.

Gathering me in her arms, she whispered in my ear, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

She clutched me tighter, "Thank you for sharing that with me. I am... dazzled... by your bravery... and grateful for your faith in me. I'm trying to find the words... but I don't think there ARE words... to say how moved I am that you trusted me so... completely."

I turned my head to murmur in her ear, "But I DO trust you completely. And I'm going to ask you to do the same for me. Don't fret about 'the minefield'. You have 'the lay of the land' now. Have faith in me to bring you through it unscathed. I won't allow those feelings I just revealed to damage this friendship. But at least I don't have to hide them, which would probably just make a mess of things. Trust me?"

"Always." she replied with a squeeze and a kiss on my cheek.

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Cindy had always been a tactile person. It was common for her to lay her hand on the shoulder or arm of the person to whom she was speaking. And, as you've seen, she was prone to hugs and other physical displays of affection. So, I can't be sure if it was my imagination or if she did become even more 'hands-on' in the following weeks. It was my guess that she simply wanted to make sure that she didn't appear to be uncomfortable or stand-offish after my recent revelations. Or, maybe it was only my perception of it that had changed. I don't know. I do know that I had certainly always enjoyed the easy intimacy between us before the recent turn of events, so I certainly didn't object now.

During that time, I had increasingly intense fantasies about Cindy at night, but, surprisingly, I didn't let them interfere with our relationship during the day. In retrospect, I don't know how I managed to compartmentalize so well, but I'm grateful I did, as things between us seemed to return to normal.

We still went to lunch together three or four times a week, as our schedules allowed. Our usual relaxed and playful banter was restored and even our frank (and sometimes downright raunchy) discussions of sex continued. My 'crush' was not really a topic of conversation though, besides a few quips and wisecracks that one or the other of us simply couldn't resist. 

During that time, Cindy began to make occasional jokes and remarks that hinted at a growing sexual frustration on her part. I finally asked if she and Andy were doing okay. Nearly a month after our heart-to-heart, Cindy and I were having lunch in my favorite restaurant. She had been grousing about Andy again. Apparently, he had been required to do so much overtime of late, that his work on his thesis had all but halted and he'd had little time for Cindy or Andy Junior. This had been going on for a couple of months now and she was getting lonely and more than a little randy.

This was becoming increasingly evident in her conversation: "It's been more than a month since I've had anything between my thighs that wasn't run on batteries."

That was an image I really, really didn't need in my head right then, though I was sure I'd be using it to good effect that night. Before I could comment, she was at it again.

"You know, since I'm not getting any at home, am I at least having fun in your head at night?"

I nearly choked on my salad and Lord only knows how many shades of red I must have turned.

"Ooooohhhh!" Cindy cooed. "Apparently so! Care to give any details?"

I struggled to keep my voice down, so as not to be overheard by the other patrons, "I can't believe you just went there! Are you TRYING to be cruel?"

"No." Contrition was written on her features. "No. Of course not. I'm sorry. I guess horniness just makes me bitchy."

Then, with an exaggerated look of remorse, she asked, "Forgive me?" But she couldn't hold the expression and instead began to giggle. I couldn't help but join in. 

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Later that night, my husband James was in a terrible mood and began a bitter fight with no real provocation. Every attempt I made to calm him, only seemed to exasperate him further. When I couldn't take any more, the baby and I retreated to the master bedroom. I locked the door and he actually stood outside it for several more minutes railing at me. At last, he gave up and stormed out of the house. James didn't return until the small hours and didn't speak to me when he came in.

The next morning, I was at my desk, trying unsuccessfully to work despite a killer headache. I buzzed Cindy to see if she had aspirin or some such. She offered to bring it to me, but I asked if she minded if I hid out in her office for a short while. My cubicle afforded no privacy and I really needed to put my head down for a bit.

When I arrived at her office, she shut the door behind me and turned off the top light, leaving the windowless room only dimly lit by the lamp on her desk. "I thought that might help." She handed me the aspirin and a small cup of water. "Would you rather I drove you home?"

"Thanks," I smiled weakly and swallowed the medicine, "but, I should be okay, if I can just lay my head down for a few." Cindy made a makeshift pillow from her jacket and placed it on her desk. She insisted that I occupy her chair so that I could put my legs comfortably under the desk while I rested. "But, where are you?... " I began, when she held up the key to her office and grinned. "I'll be back in a little while and I'll make sure you're undisturbed for the duration." With that, she turned and left, locking the office behind her.

I must've fallen asleep pretty quickly, because I have no idea how much time had passed when I heard Cindy turning the key in the lock again. "How's my sleeping beauty doing?" she asked as I lifted my head gingerly.

"Ha! I know I must look a rumpled mess, but keep it up. Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Better be careful what you say or I may just try to find out just how far it will get me." She spoke in the playfully seductive tones she often adopted when flirting with some of our male co-workers. They had even been facetiously used on me a few times. But that had been before I 'came out'. It was encouraging to think that she really was settling back into our old comfort level.

"How long have I been out?" I queried.

"'Bout half an hour."

"Oh. Well, I'd better get back... "

Stepping behind me, Cindy placed her hands on my shoulders to keep me seated. "Not just yet. Let my magic fingers do their work first." Bringing her middle and index fingers to either side of my head, she applied them to my temples. "Close your eyes and lean back." she gently commanded. 

My head lolled against her body and I became aware of the tantalizing weight and volume of her breasts pressed against me. All I could think of was turning my head, taking one of those treasures between my lips and suckling like a babe. I tried my damnedest NOT to dwell on it, but that's like being told not to visualize a pink elephant. It takes one helluva distraction to get that image out of your head!

Luckily for me, Cindy's fingers were indeed 'magic'. The steady circular pressure at my temples was wonderfully soothing. She eventually had me on the verge of sleep again and I let a sigh of contentment escape.

A subtle change occurred when her fingers left my temples to brush the hair on either side of my head behind my ears. Her fingertips caressed the sides of my throat while her thumbs applied a little more force to the back of my neck. I wore a collarless, close-fitting knit blouse that didn't impede her progress.

A couple of years prior to this, I had revealed a weakness of mine to Cindy. We'd been engaged in one of our frequent, sexually-themed gab fests. I told her that if James wanted to 'put me in the mood', all he had to do was start to give me a massage. "Just a few well executed strokes and I'm putty in his hands. Achilles had it easy. All he had to worry about was his heel. Me? You can start on my heel, knee, elbow, back or shoulders. Give any of them a good rub, and they're all erogenous zones."




A Perfect World



Had Cindy forgotten this? Because, at the moment, she had made her way to my shoulders, and the deep, sensuous kneading she was giving them was making relaxation the furthest thing from my mind! My body was remembering all too well where this sort of activity had usually led in the past. I opened my eyes and looked down, appalled to see that my tight blouse did nothing to disguise my state of arousal. And even a subtle shift of my legs made the gathering moisture in my panties readily apparent to me.

Should I ask her to stop? If so, how would I explain myself? Should I just tell her the truth?

Just then, her hands guided me forward to lay my head down on the pillow of her jacket again. Moving to my shoulder blades now, Cindy extended her fingers over them while her thumbs made luscious circles over my spine. Goosebumps spread under my blouse and were surely visible above my neckline. I was also fairly certain that I could detect the scent of my excitement, as well.

This was way too close to my fantasies for comfort and since it wasn't her fantasy, I needed to put an end to it.

"Cindy."

"Yes?" Her voice was hushed, but easily heard. She had leaned forward to bring her lips next to my ear.

"Um, I should get back to my desk now."

"Why?"

I was casting about for an answer when she leaned closer and whispered, paraphrasing, "'Just a few well rendered strokes, and I'm his. Just give my back, shoulders, or legs a good rub, and they're all erogenous zones.'"

I looked at Cindy uncomprehendingly, while she moved closer still. "I knew exactly what I was doing. And now, so do you." she breathed the words before bringing her lips to mine.

For an instant, Understanding still didn't come, until she cradled my face in her hands and deepened the kiss. Drawn by the promise of her embrace, I rose from the chair into her arms. The voluptuous contours of her body pressed tightly to mine. There was a familiar warmth growing between my legs. I could sense desire radiating from her, as well. 

My tongue followed the curve of Cindy's mouth. Little by little, her lips opened and my tongue entered her. I got my first taste of the woman who had been the object of my most vivid fantasies. I felt her hand at the back of my head as our tongues laced and tangled. 

Cindy pulled back enough to let me breathe. It took me a second to open my eyes. Her hands brushed the hair from my face. 

"I've been dreaming of that all week," I whispered.

Her forehead leaned against mine and she spoke in intimate tones, "You aren't the only one. A few nights after that first kiss, I dreamed, too. A disturbingly erotic dream. About you."

"Then, when you later told me about our 'nocturnal adventures' in your head, I had a pretty powerful waking fantasy of my own. I didn't know what to think. This is so far from anywhere I ever imagined I'd be, it's hard to think how I got here.

But here is where I am. Here with you. And, if I'm honest with myself, there's no where else I'd rather be." This last was said with a passion that was echoed in her eyes.

I changed the subject abruptly, "Do you have any sick or annual leave?"

Cindy looked puzzled momentarily, before answering, "Some. Not a lot, but some. Why?"

"Cindy, dear, for weeks now, I've been indulging in the most intense fantasies of my life, nearly every night. And, every single one of them, was about you. But, I'd resigned myself to the idea that those fantasies would remain just that... fantasies... and nothing more. Now, here you are, in my arms, telling me that my dearest dreams may come true."

A shiver of excitement ran through my voice, "I am a hair's breadth away from locking your office door, tearing the clothes from that delectable body and ravishing you right here and now."

Cindy's eyes widened in surprise at my ardor, but there was an answering lust in them as well.

"Do you know what's preventing me?" I asked.

"No."

"Sheer, naked greed. As I look around this room, I realize there isn't space or leisure to do all the things I plan to do to you. I haven't waited this long to settle for a quickie."

"Besides," I leaned over and licked her bottom lip, then looked up into her eyes, "I definitely intend to make you scream."

Cindy responded by placing her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me to her. Our lips met. Hungrily. She pressed me back against her desk while our tongues eagerly dueled.

When we finally came up for air, our breathing was labored.

"I want you to myself... somewhere we can run riot." I said. "Can you take tomorrow off?"

Cindy smiled her reply, "I'll find a way."

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The next day found me pacing back and forth across the lush carpet of a handsomely appointed hotel suite. The hotel was located in a suburb just north of the city, well away from work and nowhere near where Cindy or I lived.

I had reserved the suite and Cindy was on her way.

This is what I wanted, what I had literally dreamed of. Yet, I was terrified. I was about to commit adultery. I was going to make love to another woman! And not just any woman, but my best friend. This is not a direction I could have predicted my life taking just six months ago.

My reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I called out.

"Cindy."

When I opened the door, my fears melted in the glare of her beauty. I stood there gawking for a moment, drinking her in.

"You gonna let me in or are you planning to take me right here in the doorway?" I pulled her into the room, shut the door and stood on tiptoe to steal a welcoming kiss. Wrapping me in her arms, she returned the kiss eagerly.

"Thank you." she said at last. "I needed that to chase away the butterflies."

"You, too, huh?" I thought for a moment, then taking her hands in mine, I asked, "Cin, is this what you want?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Because, I... "

Cindy's features took on a mock sterness. "Look. Where's the bold woman who only yesterday threatened to tear the clothes from my body and ravish me in my office? I was brought here with the promise that you'd make me scream. Are you as good as your word?"

"Better." I answered simply. She had returned my confidence to me, and it showed in my smile.

With that, I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom.

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Kneeling naked on the bed and straddling her hips, I had a breathtaking view of the beauty sprawled on her back beneath me. Cindy's hair splayed about the pillow, providing a dark, lustrous frame for her face. Her creamy brown skin was radiant, with a dusting of freckles on her face, neck and shoulders. Her breasts were bountiful mounds of flesh with large, puffy areolae atop them. Splendor such as this demanded to be worshiped. My hands wrapped around their curvatures and gently squeezed them. Caressed them. Kneaded them.

Already, Cindy was squirming. I glided over the contours of her breasts with the backs of my fingers and then made the return trip with the palms of my hand. Her eyes squeezed shut and indescribably sexy sounds escaped her lips.

One hand at a time, I dipped my middle and ring fingers into my sex. I was rewarded with a thick coating of lubricating nectar. Scissoring Cindy's rigid nipples between those slippery digits, my manipulations drew still more ecstatic sounds from her. After my fingers and nails had explored every aspect of her breasts, I repeated the journey with lips and tongue; bathing them; suckling them; adoring them.

Shifting my hips down from her waist, I scooted down a bit so that my body was parallel to hers. This left behind a sticky puddle of my juices on her belly. I laid down directly on top of her, undulating slightly, causing the puddle to smear, making wonderful gooey sounds. We were hips to hips, breasts mashed wonderfully to breasts. I tasted the lobes of her ears and the curves of her throat. Cindy gave me sighs and gasps in return.

My mouth continued southward. I kissed my way down her left breast, engulfing the nipple and as much breast as my mouth could take. With my hand pushing the breast upward, I sucked and licked the end of the breast eagerly. Drawing it deep into my mouth, I gazed up at Cindy as her head pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched as she relished this moment. Her body writhed beneath me.

I stopped my attentions to raise up on my arms, moving upward so that my right breast eased into her mouth. Cindy cradled the flesh with her hand while she sucked fervently. The sound of it was heaven and the sensation was beyond description. Her tongue alternated between lashing the nipple and swirling around the areola. I lifted my head and let out a rapturous cry.

For me, this was a fantasy made real, almost too intensely real. I needed to reapply myself to her ecstasy, before I lost control sooner than I wanted. So, slipping my breast from her mouth, I began a slow trail of kisses down the length of her torso. Her belly trembled with my attentions. When I reached her pubic hair, her hips were already moving in a subtle rhythm.

Shifting lower still, I got my first close-up look at another woman's sex. I nearly gasped at the sheer carnality of it. The shape and scent of it. The sensuous contour of the mons. The nether lips open and waiting. They were a perfectly matched pair of petals with a thin sheen of honey covering them. The plump perfection of her clitoris, fully engorged, peeked from its pink cloak.

Cindy's body shuddered as my fingers brushed the silken folds of her pussy, tentatively at first. Then I made another pass. And another. Coating my fingers in her juices. "Oh God, that feels good!" she hissed.

I stopped abruptly, shifting my attention to her legs. Turning to my left, I explored the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with my mouth. Every kiss, nibble, gentle suck, and caress of my tongue drew a delightful response. And those reactions grew more dramatic the closer I came to her cleft. Just when I should've reached it, I passed over her sex and began a tour of her right thigh. Cindy groaned in frustration and whispered, "Please."

"Soon." I promised.

By the time I finished with her right thigh, Cindy was panting. I then began to massage both her thighs with my hands, working up and back from her yearning, sopping cunt. Her hands clutched the sheets and her legs trembled and clenched. I loved being able to do this to her. I looked rapturously at the elegant shape of her intimate flesh, at how it had blossomed under my touch. That was amazing.

Even more amazing, I was about to put my mouth to another woman's sex. Imagine that. 

As soon as my lips descended on her labia, Cindy's hips lifted from the bed and she drew her breath in sharply. My fingers slid up and down the outside of her soft thighs and hips. From there, my hands slipped under her wonderfully rounded bottom and drew her to me. Flattening my tongue, I swept up and down the length of her weeping slit, over and over.

Cindy's breathing came faster, mixed with little half moans. Ripples of tension coursed through her. Each lasted a moment longer than the one before, and the intervals between them shortened. Her vaginal lips parted, welcoming me to drink her in.

Her hands abandoned the sheets to tangle in my hair, drawing me deeper into her. I speared her with my tongue, pushing through her opening to the tightness within. My lips fastened on her and I began to lap and swallow her copious flow. The folds of her womanhood clutched at my tongue as if drawing me into a trap.

Moaning and gasping were done now, as Cindy shrieked her pleasure to the room. "PleasePleasePlease!!!" she begged, though her passion made the words almost unintelligible.

Eagerly granting her wish, I slid her clit between my lips and sucked it in and out, then swirled my tongue around it briskly. Cindy's thighs clamped around my head and she screamed for me to make her come. My tongue whipped fiercely, sending her to the brink.

But, as soon as she was there, I moved away, watching her hips pumping and pussy twitching and seeping. "What are you doing!?"

I watched and waited. 

Three short strokes of my tongue along the tip of her clit brought Cindy's hips further off the bed, her thighs held open and trembling. I slipped inside her again, flexing my tongue, pushing it in and out until her body began to rock in a sympathetic motion.

"Oh God...." she gasped, her eyebrows knotting up "Do you... have any idea... what you're doing to me!?" I held still, feeling her cunt throb against my mouth. Her juices dripped down to my fingers, which were molded to the rounded softness of her bottom. 

I had let her anticipation build, wanting her to need it, to ache for it. 

And now, she was there. 

I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked rapaciously. Cindy squirmed with delight, as my tongue flicked back and forth across her engorged nub. The more I nursed, the higher Cindy's body rose off the mattress. I held firm to her ass and squeezed.

Cindy squeezed her legs more tightly around my head, then released them and spread. With that, I began alternating between sucking her clit and thrusting my tongue deep inside her pussy.

"Oh, God. Yes. There. That's it. Jen. Jen. JenJenJen! I'm cumming," she cried. "Oh fuck..Oh..oh...oh...don't stop...oh God...right there....here it comes...keep going...keep going...oh oh please... Suck me... OH!" This dissolved into a series of cries that contained no clear words, but the meaning was explicit.

The orgasm struck her hard and fast, exploding within her. Making her spasm. Making her hips pump in and out, with me holding on for dear life. I kept my mouth and tongue on her sweet, wet opening. And with each new pulse of her body I was rewarded with more of her taste.

Once her bliss subsided and her thighs began to relax, Cindy's hips came to rest on the bed. But, I had no mercy and seemingly, no end of lust for this woman.

I continued licking as she tried to pull away. My tongue opened her, pointing and dipping inside of her, then curled, drawing out her cream.

Cindy moaned again. I attacked her still rigid clitoris with my mouth. I used my tongue to torment the sensitive bud, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue lave it, back and forth. My arms pulled her thighs tighter to me and I fucked her with my tongue, wanton in my desire for her. Not a minute had gone by before Cindy's body bucked violently in the throes of a second and more powerful orgasm. And then a third. And then again.

Cindy finally begged. "Please. Stop. Jen, stop. I can't take any more."

I gave in, laying my head on her thigh. We rested together for a moment.

"My God, Jen. That was magnificent." I kissed her leg. Then bit it softly, enjoying the soft, smooth skin in my mouth.

"Come up here so I can kiss you," Cindy demanded.

Easing myself from between her thighs, I smiled at her expression of disbelief. My face glistened with her honey.

Cindy lay limply above me with her legs spread apart, her head on the pillow and her dark hair damp on her forehead.

I crawled up next to her to snuggle, draping my left arm and leg over her spent form. Reaching up, I turned her head to look at me, and said, "I love you."

"Don't I know it." she smiled. "I've never felt so loved. So... satisfied. Thank you." After we kissed, Cindy licked her juices from my face.

Her long lashes began to drowse, "I think you must've stolen every last spark of energy from my body. I didn't know it was possible to cum so much in such a short time." Her lips curved up again, faintly this time. "Can you give me just a moment, hon? I need to rest my eyes for a... " Her voice trailed off and stillness settled on her features.

Still abuzz with sexual energy, I sat up cross-legged beside her, grateful for the opportunity to watch her while she slept. Cindy's beauty had always insinuated upon my awareness. She had the kind of exquisite loveliness that couldn't be ignored. But now, given the chance to let my eyes linger unselfconsciously, I was in awe.

Her face was turned up to the ceiling, the sensuous geometry of it calculated to seduce the eye. She lay on her back with shapely arms, toned but not muscular, stretched on either side of her. Even on her back, gravity could only do so much to tame those incredible breasts. Their bounty was matched by their sumptuous symmetry - heavy globes surmounted by distended brown nipples. Her belly was subtly rounded but firm, the lower part hidden by the angle of her pelvis, which turned away from her torso in my direction. A trim waist flared into full, shapely hips. Hips tapered into curvaceous, womanly legs which were all but irresistible to touch.

So I didn't resist. My hand glided over her velvety skin while my eyes soaked in the rich, glowing color of it. What man or woman could fail to be moved by such allure? Certainly not me.

I have always been visually oriented. It's not uncommon for me to be moved by the way a full moon's light falls on a cloud formation or the contrasting colors in a stand of blossoming trees. So, it's not surprising that I must have spent half an hour just delighting in her beauty. I was very much aware of my great good fortune to be there, in that place, and in the company of this woman.

Almost overcome with the intensity of emotion, I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt a tear escape.

Cindy's hand moved over mine and her voice gently intruded upon the stillness in the room, "Hey, what's that about?"

"Nothing." I sniffled and grinned. "Just me being silly. I was looking at you while you rested... and I.. I got to thinking how very hard I've fallen for you."

"That doesn't sound silly. That sounds like a wonderful compliment. And just so you know..." she reached up, placed her hand on the back of my neck and drew me down to her, "You're not alone."

Our lips met, and she kissed me with a possessive eagerness that made my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. We embraced, kissing, arms and legs twining, hands searching each flesh. The kiss went on and on.

Cindy's hand came between us, the flat of her palm between my breasts, tenderly pushing me to lay back on the bed. I reclined on my elbows, stretched languorously across the bed. My right leg lay flat while my left leg was bent at the knee, foot flat on the mattress. She crawled up beside me and laid on her side. Pressing her body to me as tightly as she could, she propped up her head to look at me. Her lips moved to meet mine.

This was heaven! Her tongue grazed my lips, inviting but not insistent. My lips parted and her tongue slipped between them. She explored my mouth while the cushion of her breasts were thrust tantalizingly against me. Her right hand roamed unhurriedly over my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples into aching hardness. I mewled with pleasure into her mouth.

Cindy's agile tongue caressed and played with mine as her hand began an agonizingly slow descent down my rib cage, over my flat tummy, pausing to circle my navel and then lower. Her fingers arrived at the top of my pussy, just inside my downy pubes. I was in an agony of anticipation as she paused on the brink of my mons.

The tips of her fingers slowly skimmed up and down my slippery labia. The sensations were fiercely arousing, as were the wet, rhythmic noises her motions made. She kept up the slow teasing until my back was arched and my hands reflexively grasped handfuls of the sheets. I moaned with the kiss while she purred sensuously back at me.

Cindy broke the kiss, raining butterfly pecks on my lips, nose, eyelids and cheeks, before tracing down my neck to the hollow between my collar bones. From there, her tongue and lips patiently scaled my throat, along the line of my jaw, to my ear. Here she sucked the sensitive lobe and exhaled warm, shivery breaths until I was gasping.




A Perfect World Pt. 01



She knew she must do it. Not only to please him (which in turn, pleased her). But because she had to know for herself....

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Neena needed it. She needed to be with them. She needed that balance. And not just the balance of being with both a man and a woman. But with the nature of their relationship. And by "their", I mean the relationship the three of them shared. First, let's learn about Neena.

Neena was a strong, independent woman. Although she was born 28 years ago, her body and appearance spoke of someone younger. Her mind was that of someone with a decade's more life experience. At 5'5", she was taller than some of her female friends, yet did not tower over them. Her shoulder-length dark chestnut hair framed her mocha complexion. The rest of her body was envied by many. An hourglass figure, shaped by firm, full breasts, a slender waist, flaring into hips and an ass that drew many second looks.

But while her body garnered plenty of attention, she strived to make her mind and personality equally attractive (if not more so). She was highly intelligent, educated, and valued education and learning more than most. Her induction into the category of mensa occurred by accident. A prank played upon her in college resulted in her taking an IQ test, on which she scored phenomenally high. She was driven, self-motivated, very independent, opinionated, and progressive.

Neena would joke that "everybody loves me", but her facetiousness was ironic. People were indeed drawn to her. She had a deadly sharp wit, was quick with a comeback, and truly loved social interaction. Philanthropy was not just some idealistic concept; she was truly dedicated to sharing the benefits that she had received in life. She volunteered as an Emergency Medical Technician, and would soon also make the field of emergency medicine her career as an EMT for the local fire department. There she would merge several of her passions: medicine, teaching, and helping others.

Neena married young. Whether out of family expectations or convenience, she married her best friend straight out of college. He was like her in some ways, independent, focused on his career, sure of his beliefs and vision. She knew she could depend on him to be a good husband, a companion, and his career in technology would certainly secure their present and future as comfortable. They loved each other dearly, but were they really "in love?"

While their relationship certainly was "convenient" and they cared about each other, there were times she questioned her choice. The "head-over-heels" passion that her recently married friends described was never really there for them. It was almost like a business relationship in some ways. She dealt with it by convincing herself that passion dies, but a friendship and the security that a marriage brings will stand the test of time.

Neena had dated few others before her husband. Growing up and marrying so young meant that she had limited experience sexually. She fell into a pattern that was (once again) "convenient and comfortable". What others would call "vanilla". Her orgasms hadn't been particularly powerful, but she had them nonetheless. Oral sex was okay. Well, that is, she would go down on him, but never to orgasm. She had occasionally brought him to orgasm, but never swallowed.

They weren't particularly creative in bed, but that was okay. What he couldn't provide for her, she would take care of through masturbation. Her fantasies were not over the top, but they were more exciting at times that what her husband provided for her in reality. All in all, still fairly vanilla. She had never been tied up or participated in bondage or S/M. Anal sex was out of the picture, as she had been forcibly sodomized as a late teenager. Never had fantasized about sex with another woman or a group situation. No role-playing, exhibitionism, etc. No hardcore pornography. I'm sure some of it had to do with her upbringing, and her married sex live that would not have been characterized as creative. However, a recent turn of events was the catalyst that would change everything.

Her husband had been traveling a fair amount for work over the past several years, and she discovered that he had been having an affair. The shock and pain she felt was more about betrayal by her best friend than a violation of the vows of her marriage. She was not quite sure how to proceed. He was her best friend, and she just couldn't cut the ties so easily. She was surprised that she didn't know what to do. Divorcing him on the spot didn't seem to be the right thing to do. Why she did not confront him on it, she wasn't sure. She did not feel a desire for revenge, per se. But she did feel a certain license to open her mind and be more creative, and to look at others in a different way.

Guys she would find attractive found their way into her fantasies. She imagined them going down on her to orgasm, to holding her tightly against them during sex, as if they possessed her.

It was one whom she met that would change her life dramatically.

CHAPTER TWO

Iain and Neena met on an emergency call. He was a member of another Emergency Medical Services crew, about 5 years her senior. Standing 6' with an athletic build, Iain was humorous and outgoing, but it was his inner strength that drew her to him. He was confident without being cocky and arrogant, and she could tell how committed he was in his decisions. He truly cared about his patients, gaining their trust and confidence immediately. He worked seamlessly with other crew members, and despite his years of experience, he would never consider a probie or newer EMT or firefighter as inferior. Although he could easily handle himself in a fight, thanks to over a decade of dedication to martial arts, he could defuse even the most volatile of situations without resorting to a physical altercation. The fact that he resembled Benjamin Bratt (one of her favorite actors) in appearance didn't hurt either.

She could tell there was something more about him. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but he was different than other men she had met and worked with. As time went on, she got to know him better. He helped her out with training and getting her job with the fire department. They would talk on the phone, meet up on calls. She became more drawn to him. Then one night, everything changed.

Her husband had never been entirely supportive of her passion for EMS. He didn't mind that she volunteered as an EMT (even though he never quite understood the concept of philanthropy himself), but when she told him that she was offered a job with the fire department, he brought up that they might be moving because of an upcoming job transfer to California (which he had previously "neglected" to mention). Seemingly, he had it in his mind that she would give up this EMS business so she would have the time to get pregnant and start raising their children. The fact that he just assumed she would go along with his plans to turn her into a housewife was the final straw. It was the culmination of a series of events that were making her question why she was married, and her reasons for doing so in the first place. 

It was not enough for her to confront him on his affair or to ask for a divorce. But it was enough to make her upset to the point where she stormed out of the house, leaving him to find his own way to the airport for yet another business trip that would take him out of town for yet another week. Neena knew he would be sleeping with his "out-of-town" entertainment while he was on the west coast, which didn't help matters.

After her husband departed for the airport, she called Iain. As soon as he picked up, she started venting. After patiently listening to her five-minute long sentence, filled with expletives, he managed to get a word in, suggesting that they meet up for coffee and continue this as a conversation. She apologized, knowing he had the right idea (which, as she would soon discover, would occur far more often).

CHAPTER THREE

They met up at a café, where she poured her heart out to him, told him about her life, her marriage, and her desperation for things to change. He patiently listened, occasionally responding with comments and questions, and observations that made her wonder how he knew her so well. By the end, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It occurred to her that he seemed to be able to read her like an open book, that he drew out of her things that she had told no one. She felt comforted and protected by his strength, and she liked it. It was something that puzzled her. Here she was, an independent woman who took charge of her life in so many ways, relied on herself in terms of her needs (especially emotionally and sexually), and yet here was this man who made her open up, exposing her vulnerabilities, and made her desire things she had never felt.

She also realized that for all the time they had worked together and talked, there were things about him that she did not know. He had never brought up certain aspects of his personal life, like relationships and love. And while they joked about sex the way people "on the job" would talk about all kinds of subjects, they had never opened up to each other about their own sex lives. In this particular conversation they were having, she had opened up to him in ways she had never imagined. She told Iain things she had never even told her own husband. She felt safe with him, like she could tell him anything and he would not judge her or be shocked. She even told him about being raped, which she had not told another soul, not even her husband. He responded with kindness and empathy. He had even become angry, angry that she had been subjected to such a painful experience without her consent. She could sense there was something more to it, though.

Which made her wonder why. And she realized that she wanted to know more, to know everything about him. She knew there was something different about him that set him apart from the other men she knew. Hell, the other people she knew. She asked him why he was so upset, when she had come to terms with what happened to her and put it behind her. He told her that not only did this man cause her physical pain, he had damaged her in other ways. Neena was confused, and asked him to explain. He said that in the process of dealing with the rape to prevent further psychological damage, that she had shut down certain parts of herself, that she had limited her ability to explore her own sexuality. He could sense more to her than she let on, in terms of her desires and needs.

She told him she didn't understand, that she knew herself and that just because she didn't have sex swinging from a trapeze that she still had a satisfying sex life. However, upon further prodding by him, she admitted that she the only sex she had had in the past several months was with herself, and that she hadn't found it particularly fulfilling. She became almost upset with him. She wanted to know how he knew so much about her, about why she was feeling limited, about her response to the rape...and she knew he knew more about her than he was letting on.

He confided that Solana, his prior girlfriend had a similar experience, and she had also lived in denial about it. She had been through a string of relationships, ones with abusive men who had continued the cycle of abuse. He told Neena how she had sabotaged the few relationships they had with caring, responsible, respectful men, including him. He said it impacted on their sex life, and that she wasn't responsive to not only him, but she put limits on herself sexually. Neena asked how did he put up with it. He said he knew that she could get through it, and he persevered, not backing down, and helped her open up, confront her feelings, and helped to empower her. His efforts paid off, and with his help Solana changed her life around, began to experience things she never thought she would, and their sex life became an incredible adventure. He said they experienced things neither of them thought they would in their wildest dreams and fantasies.

Neena was moved by his story. She even found herself a little envious of Iain's girlfriend. She was intrigued, and had to know more. At first, he was reticent to go into detail, saying he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. She told him that he made her feel very comfortable and want to know more, to know it all.

He began opening up to her, explaining that Solana had been a departmental director at a non-profit organization. She was a "take charge" type of person with her job, a true leader. Everyone looked to her for guidance, and she set the tone and direction that made her department one of the top-performing ones at the organization. She basically redirected the lack of control she had when she was raped into her work, which is fine. But she could not shut it down outside of her job.

Solana discovered she was missing a balance. In the bedroom, she acted as she did at work, which ironically, was not that "productive". She treated her partners like employees, but instead of being a "good leader", it was unnatural for her and it led to frustration, poor "job performance" (on both their ends), and conflict. Iain told Solana that she needed to give up control and let someone else "direct" things. Finally, she did, and the rest was history. 

She had the first orgasm of her life. She found she enjoyed giving and receiving oral sex. She became open to things she never dreamed of doing, and wanted to experiment, wanted him to take charge, to tell her what to do. They experimented with bondage, spanking, role-playing scenarios. She confided with him that prior to meeting him, she slept with a girlfriend one drunken evening in college, and she wanted to try sex with him and another woman. She even wanted him to hold her down, to take her roughly. They had anal sex, and she even orgasmed from it. Later, she told him that by giving up control in a safe situation, with someone she trusted, who respected her and took his time with her, enabled her to say goodbye to many pent-up feelings and emotions about the rape, and to live a healthy and satisfying sex life. It even extended to other areas of her life and she landed promotion to executive director.

Neena was amazed at what she was hearing. She was somewhat surprised that she found herself getting turned on, and a little freaked out. Except for the string of relationships and the job thing, it was like in so many ways, Iain was telling HER story. Except it had happened to somebody else, not her.

Neena said "Wow, she is so lucky to have someone like you! How come you haven't told me about her before?" Iain told her that Solana was not actually his girlfriend any longer. She died about 8 years ago. She had been diagnosed with breast cancer which quickly spread to her lungs and eventually her entire body.

Neena's face fell. She said "I am so sorry. It was not right for me to press you about this, to have you relive everything."

"There is no need to apologize," said Iain. "I told you because you and I are friends, and I trust you. Plus, I think you could benefit from my experience."

"I know, but I still...." Huh? "Um...what do you mean, benefit?"

"Well, maybe by hearing the story of someone who has had a similar past, who found a way to get past the things that were limiting her, who expanded her horizons, might inspire you in ways you haven't considered, or lead you to find your own way...."

"Oh." Neena thought about that. And other things. There was a long pause as ideas and feelings swirled through her brain.... Her moment of contemplation was interrupted.

"Neena? Are you okay?"

She responded "I'm fine...I was just thinking...about things...everything you said...that's all...do you have a girlfriend now?" She regretted asking the second the words left her mouth. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's really none of my business."

Iain replied, "It's okay. Like I said before, we're friends. You can ask me anything. And since you asked, no"

"Oh. So you're...?"

"Well, I'm not out there sleeping around if that's what you mean. If I meet someone and the situation is right, we might hook up. But the circumstance has to be right. I'm not out there looking to get laid all the time."

Neena appeared to be lost in thought, and Iain was aware that his words were having an impact on her.

"I know that some or all of this may seem strange. If you feel it's inappropriate for us to be talking like this, I understand."

"No, it's not that," she replied. She struggled for the words. "I guess I'm just tired."

"I'll get you a cab," Iain said. He stood up and headed for the door.

"No!" Neena shouted. She got up and caught him by the arm before he went out the door. "Don't do that."

"Are you sure?" Iain asked.

"Yes...it's just......Iain, do you like me? I mean...do you think I'm attractive? Do you find me attractive...or...are you attracted to me at all? Oh damn...I'm doing it again...I'm so embarrassed" She let go of his arm and buried her head in her hands.

"Neena, stop being so hard on yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed about. And the answer is yes, by the way."

Her mocha skin turned a pale shade of pink. "Yes to which question?"

"All of them."

To be continued...



A Perfect World Pt. 02



CHAPTER FOUR

Neena couldn't believe what she was hearing. He just admitted that he liked her. More than that, that he was attracted to her. The object of more than one of her fantasies was telling her that she was hot. So much of what was going on in her life was changing right before her eyes. It was as if things were happening for a reason. A million thoughts kept running through her head. In one conversation, he had opened her eyes to a world of possibilities that people could experience. She felt like everything was coming to a head. Like she was standing at the water's edge, not knowing how to swim, but the waves lapped at her feet, enticing her to take the plunge and find out. She knew she had to make a move, one way or another. She could continue with her married life just as she was when she walked out the door earlier. Or she could take a chance and let fate decide.

"Iain, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud to you, but please hear me out...."

She paused, took a deep breath...and...

"I...I want you. I want to sleep with you. Right now. I want you to do everything to me, to take me like...like you took Solana. I know I'm married, and it should be wrong, but I'm not asking this to get back at my husband. It's not about revenge. I don't feel like that. This is about me... and what you said about me. And even if I wasn't married, I would still want this. Before you say anything no please consider it. I have to know, right now, for myself Please, show me what I'm missing. I can't think of any other way. Or anyone else I could do this with."

There was an agonizingly long pause while Iain studied her face intently.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?"

Neena said, "I've never been more sure about anything."

Iain said, "If you are absolutely sure, then you must follow my instructions exactly. Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes, I need you. Now."

"I mean, you must do exactly what I say. You must give up control to me. Let me call the shots. I will direct what happens to you. Letting go is about building trust. Without trust, you won't feel safe. You need to be able to trust me, that I will protect you and not let things go beyond a point that you can handle. There will be things that you do that you will not have done before. Things you think that up until now you cannot do or would not do. Part of this process is confronting the very things that you associate with negativity and learning to see them in a positive light. It's about you taking back your body, your mind, and your spirit. The painful, horrific things that have happened to you in the past should stay in the past, not continue to dominate your present and future. They will not prevent you from living your life the way you want to, and experiencing all that you and this world have to offer."

"I will give you a safe word. You will use that word if you want things to stop. If you use it, everything will stop immediately. I will respond only to that word. But know that I will not do things to you arbitrarily or without concern for your well-being. I will be watching how you react and will not take it to the point where you are further damaged. I will be pushing your limits, but not breaking you. Now that I have said all of that, do you still want to do this?"

Neena thought for a moment, quickly processing everything. "Yes."

Iain said, "Okay. Here is what you must do. Go home, now. Tomorrow -"

"What? What about now?"

"Neena, remember what I said."

She apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm just so ready..."

"I know you feel you are, but you must trust me. If tomorrow you still feel the same way, without reservations, then I know that you are ready. I don't want you making a decision like this on the spur of the moment. There are times when that is a good thing, but this is a serious matter, one of commitment and trust, and I need to make sure that this is something you are ready to do."

"I'm sorry, please continue. I will do what you say."

"Good. Now, as I said, I want you to go home now. I want you to prepare yourself for me. Tell me, is your pussy shaved?"

She tingled when he said the word and turned even more pink. "Well...I trim it...."

"You will shave your pussy bare. I want you to masturbate but not cum. Bring yourself as close as you can without orgasming. Tomorrow for work, you will put on a skirt that does not go below the knee. You will wear a tight fitting top. You will not wear a bra or panties. During the day, you will masturbate, but again, you will not let yourself cum. I will know if you make yourself come. When work is finished, you will call me. I will then give you my address, and you will come to me. Do you have any questions?"

Her mind was filled with them, but something told her he would not answer, at least not now.

"No, I will do what you say."

"Good," he said. "Now, go, and I hope to see you tomorrow."

She wanted to kiss him, to have him hold her, but she knew that she could not touch him. Not yet....

CHAPTER FIVE

The next twenty-four hours were torturous. She was in a nearly constant state of arousal. Masturbating was almost unbearable and yet strangely satisfying, knowing she was doing it for him. She was embarrassed and yet excited about wearing nothing under her single layer of revealing clothing. She was certain that her coworkers knew everything. Well, at least they knew something was up. It wasn't that cold in the office, and yet her nipples were obvious, poking against her tight cashmere sweater. She was certain that someone must have seen up her short skirt at some point during the day. She was almost caught masturbating in the women's bathroom, trying her best to stifle her moans when a coworker walked in on her while she was in a stall. How could they not notice her scent? Was there a wet spot visible on her skirt or chair? Thank god it's Friday!

Soon enough, the end of the day came. She was out the door and in her car, dialing his number before she even had her car keys out. It rang three times, three agonizing times before he picked up.

"Hi Neena"

"Hi Iain. I'm done with work."

"Have you come to a decision?"

"Yes. I still want to come to you."

"Did you follow my instructions?"

"Yes. I did everything you said. I shaved myself. I masturbated last night and today at work. I almost got caught. I wore what you told me to."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, yes, please!"

She thought she could almost hear him smile.

"Good," he said.

He gave her directions to his place. She was familiar with the area. It was just blocks from the local police station, and in an area with plenty of foot and vehicle traffic, so she felt a sense of comfort. She was there within 15 minutes, and she could feel herself getting wet en route.

She walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. The door opened, exposing a small foyer. She walked inside and closed the door closed behind her. The second door opened and she heard his voice.

"Come in."

She walked into the living room, which was dimly lit with candles spread around the room, the scent of sandalwood in the air, and Peter Gabriel's score to the Martin Scorsese film "Passion" playing in the background. His voice came from behind her.

"Do you know remember what a safeword is?"

For some reason, she knew she was not to turn around. 

"Um...yes."

"Tell me."

"It's a word that I will say when I feel things have crossed the line."

"Yes," he said. "It is what you use when are unable to tolerate what you are experiencing. That word will be 'cardiac'. Once you say that word, everything that is happening to you will stop. If you are unable to speak, you will snap your fingers several times. Do you understand?

"Yes," she spoke, her voice subdued.

"Repeat it for me."

"My safeword is 'cardiac'. If I cannot speak, I will snap my fingers."

"You will submit to me, to my instructions, to my orders, to my word."

"Yes" she said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes...sir"

"Very good. You are already learning and following." He began walking slowly around her as he spoke, looking slowly examining her up and down.

"You will do many things you have never done before. Things you never thought you would do. Things you swore you would never do. Or enjoy. And yet, you will find that you do enjoy them. In fact, you will find that you will come to need these things to feel fulfilled. You will learn to find pleasure in pleasing others. As you have learned to excel, to be a leader, to..."call the shots" so-to-speak, you will learn the power of submission. Of its purpose in bringing balance to your life. You will find release in not being in charge, in letting others "call the shots."

She trembled, the things of which he spoke but remained in place, entranced by his voice, his words. Did she fear what he said? What it meant she would do, the acts she would perform? Or was it the fear of the unknown, the fear of letting go, of exposing her vulnerability? Was she making a mistake? As much as she wanted it, was it right for her? A million reasons rushed through her head of why this would be a bad idea, but her feelings, her emotions, her gut told her otherwise. For she also trembled in anticipation, in longing, in desire.

She knew that she was at a pivotal point. Her destiny lay before her. She could use that safeword right now and return to her previous life, a life that awaited her full of predictability and unfulfilled dreams. Or she could take a chance, embarking into unknown territory. She would be confronting the very foundation of her identity, of what made her who she was, both personally and professionally. And somehow she knew she would also be faced with the submitting to some of the same acts that had been used against her in a violent way. While that gave her some pause, she also felt that for some reason she also knew somehow that she needed to do this, to resolve things.

Iain said, "We will start slowly. You are staying here with me tonight. I have prepared everything. But you are not fully prepared. Take off your clothes."

She hesitated, for just a moment. This was it... Then she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of he skirt and began to pull it down. He stopped her. "Slowly," he said.

"Yes, sir." She slowly began to lower the skirt, bending slightly at the waist, then the knees, causing her ass to push out. She stepped out of the skirt and her shoes and stood there before him, trembling. He slowly walked around her, mere inches from her. He walked behind her, and stood so close that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. His finger tips finally touched her, brushing her hair, her shoulders, running down the outside of her arms, causing goosebumps despite the warmth of his living room.

"Are you cold?" he asked

"N-n-no. I mean, no sir."

"Then, why are your nipples hard?" he breathed in her ear.

Her voice quieted. "Because...I'm very turned on, sir."

"Good"

Neena should have felt humiliated, standing there naked, exposed, in front of a man who was not her husband, who was exuding such arousal from her. But instead, she wanted more, for him to do more...no, to make her do more.

She felt his lips just barely brushing her left ear, while his fingers rode the ridge of her clavicles, towards her heaving chest. She tried to maintain her composure, as she knew his hands were heading towards her breasts, which ached to be touched, to be held by him. His hands paused, then slid around the front of her shoulders and down her sides, torturing her by avoiding her breasts. Down her flanks and following the curve of her hips to her outer thighs. Each spot on her skin that he touch burned. His hands came around to the back of her legs ran up and across her ass. He cupped her buttocks, savoring the fullness as he nuzzled her neck. Her eyes closed and head tilted back slightly, giving him easier access. For some unknown reason, she pressed her ass back slightly into his hands. Because it felt right.

His hands came up her back to her shoulders. He stroked the sides of her neck with the back of his fingers, giving her goosebumps. She felt a new arousal with the touch on her neck. His hands came around the front of her neck and dropped down onto the top of her chest. Please...please touch them she begged in her mind. Finally, his hands covered her breasts, cupped and held them, eliciting a sigh from her. It felt so right for his hands to be there, to be holding her like that. His fingers grasped her nipples and she gasped. They pulled and gently twisted them and she started shuddering.

"Mmmm, so you like that, huh?"

"Yes si-uuuuunnggggghhhhh!!" She was flooded with a bizarre new sensation of pleasure and pain as he tightly pinched, squeezed, and twisted them.

"Are you wet, Neena?"

"Yes sir."

"How wet?"

"Its...its running down my leg"

"Mmmmmm" His left hand left her breast and traveled down her flat stomach to her hip and inner thigh, avoiding her pussy. She was indeed telling the truth, as he felt her moisture against the inside of her thigh. He could also tell without looking that she did indeed shave. God, she wanted him so badly to touch her, to finger her... She was so aroused...so ready.

But he released her, leaving her panting, frustrated. He walked into the living room to the couch and turned to face her. "Come here." Neena walked over to him and stood in front of him, looking up longingly into his face. "Get down on your knees." Neena kneeled down in front of him and looked up, knowing what was coming next. "Suck me. Make me come in your mouth. And you will swallow it. If you do so, I will let you come."

"I'm...I'm not very good at this." She was nervous. She did not want to disappoint him, and did not know if she was skilled enough. She had never let anyone come in her mouth before, much less swallow. But she knew she had to please him, both because she wanted to serve him and because she needed to come.

"Just follow your instinct and how I react to what you are doing."

She unzipped his pants and lowered them and his boxers to the floor. There before her was the first cock she had seen since she started dating her husband. It was not huge, perhaps 6 1/2 inches, and about an inch across. Circumcised, she saw that his dick and balls were clean shaven. She took it in her hand, marveling at its smoothness and firmness. Gingerly, she lowered her face, bringing it to her lips. She closed her eyes and inhaled. His subtle musky scent actually turned her on even more. 

She brushed the tip against her lips, then opened her mouth. She touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, then ran her tongue around the mushroom-like head. The taste was subtle, like his scent, and not at all unpleasant. She took the head into her mouth, pleased that it fit in without stretching her too much. She lowered her head down, the underside of his cock riding along the length of her tongue, coating his shaft with saliva. She took it easily halfway in without effort, then provided a slight suction on the way out. She couldn't believe she was sucking another man's cock! She slid it in again, and out, then repeated it several times. More than that, she was surprised that she was enjoying it.

But was Iain? Neena knew she had to get him off, and figured that she had to try different things. She slid her tongue down the shaft to his balls. She gently took them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. She licked the spot on the underside of his cock between his balls and noticed that his dick jerked when she did that. It also turned her on to be tonguing this part and felt the heat from in between his thighs. She could have sworn he sighed when she did it. She returned back to his shaft, finding it even harder than it was before. Once again she took him in and out of her mouth, but only halfway down the length. She noticed he was silent once again, and knew she must do more.

So she pushed herself further, taking him deeper and deeper. She lowered herself about 3/4 of the way down when she gagged. She stopped, then tried again, and kept gagging. She stopped, frustrated. He spoke. "Relax your jaw and exhale, then take it in." She followed his instructions, and found that she was able to take him to the back of her mouth, just an inch shy of fully deep throating him. She removed him, happy, "Like that?" "Yes" he said. She eagerly resumed, taking him down again and again. But as much as she tried, she couldn't get him all the way. She felt his hands at the back of her head. As she slowly bobbed up and down his hands pressed against her head, and her throat opened up to accept the tip of his cock, bottoming her out with her nose pressed against his crotch. He groaned, and she knew she had done it. That she could do it and make him feel good turned her on even more.

She was now desperate to make him come. She needed to feel for the first time a man explode in her mouth, to coat it with his creamy essence. To feel it slide down her throat. She wrapped one hand around his cock, gripping it firmly but sliding it up and down with her mouth. Remembering how he responded to the pressure against the base of his cock, with her other hand she pressed on and massaged the spot between his testes and his anus. He groaned and shuddered as she kept up her efforts. "Yessss..." he hissed. His grip on her head tightened and he began thrusting into her mouth.

God, this is what she had been missing. She loved being faced fucked, being used for his pleasure. She was so wet, wishing she could some how rub herself. She felt him grow even larger, and some pre-cum leaked out into her mouth. It was mild, slightly salty, and drove her to double her efforts. It paid off as he forced her head down all the way and held it there, the head of his cock lodged against the back of her throat. She heard him gasp, felt him spasm and she squealed as he came, spurting directly down her throat. She desperately tried to swallow it, but was unable to, and had to let it take its course. Which meant that some overflowed into her mouth. As the torrent subsided, she was able to taste some of it, and found that she loved it, the taste, the texture.

His grip on her head loosened and he allowed her to come up for air. She panted for a second, then swallowed him down again, licking him clean. When she was done, he collapsed back onto the sofa, and pulled her to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She was surprised that he kissed her, knowing that he must be tasting himself on her mouth. But that kind of turned her on, too. "How did I do, sir?"

"I think you know the answer to that." She settled into his arms, feeling comfort that she hadn't felt in a long time. "You did very well, Neena. Now it's your turn to be rewarded." She looked at him, excited at what he might do to her. He sat her up against the end of the couch and ran his hands over her breasts, causing a rise in her. "Make yourself come."

What?



A Perfect World Pt. 03



CHAPTER SIX

"Do it. Show me how you masturbate, how you make yourself come."

She turned that shade of pink once again. Masturbating was very private to her, her own escape. She had never done it in front of another person, even her husband.

"I...I can't -uuuunnnnggghh!.

She groaned and panted as Iain leaned over and grasped her nipples and twisted them hard.

"What did you say?"

"But...I've never done that in front of another person before."

"You can do it. If you are good and do it, then I will make it even better for you."

"O....okay, I'll try."

She leaned back, and he sat at the other end of the sofa, watching her. She started cupping and massaging her breasts, pushing them together and rubbing and gently pulling on her nipples. One hand slides down between her thighs, seeking out her clit, rubbing up and down her slit. She felt embarrassed, but that also seemed to have its own form of turn-on. She knew it was pleasing him for her to do this, that he found her attractive and was turned on by her, so she began to see it in a different light.

Her fingers became coated in her own juices, and she began breathing deeply. Her clit hardened under her fingers and her hips began moving on their own. She imagined her going down on her, thrusting into her, taking her. Her sighs became moans, breathing and fingers quickened. As she approached orgasm, she closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes," he said. "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come."

She opened her eyes and saw him, a look of lust on his face, staring intently, his gaze burning into her. She reached the edge and plunged off of it, wailing and thrashing on the sofa, her hand clutching her breast, hand covering her mound. She couldn't help closing her eyes as the waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over her. As it subsided, she suddenly felt his mouth clamp over her breast, sucking her nipple into her mouth, seizing it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed as she once again headed towards orgasm. His hand joined her at her pussy, fingers sliding inside her. His fingers pressed upward, rubbing in circles, as if he was trying to press through to her clit from the inside. An overwhelming wave of pressure overcame her; it was unlike anything she had experienced and she exploded again, this time from their combined efforts. "Oh god! Oh god!!!!!" She convulsed underneath him, vision blurred, leaking out her juices all over his sofa.

Eventually she came down and he held her.

"I've...I've never come more than once in a row before. And...and...and how you touched me, I've never come that hard before either. What...what did you do to me?"

"That was your G-spot. It's right here." He pressed on it again and she gasped. "We're going to find out more spots on you like that.

He took her into his bedroom. Standing behind her, he ran his hands over her body, holding her close. She ground her ass against him. Facing the large futon, she saw an array of devices on the bed, vibrators, dildos, lube, and straps. Her eyes widened.

"What are those for?"

"Those are for you, my dear."

He led her to the futon. "Lay down."

"O....okay"

"Excuse me?"

"Okay, sir."

"Good girl."

She lay down and he joined her.

"Place your hands together above your head."

She did so, looking intently at him the whole time, a little nervous. He wrapped one of the straps around her wrists and pulled her arms high over her head. He secured the strap to the frame of the futon. Sliding down the bed, he took two other straps in hand.

"Spread your legs wide."

She complied and he bent them by the knees, bringing them up on either side of her chest. He took the straps and secured her legs in that position. She was unable to move and felt utterly exposed. He could have his way with her in any way he desired. He leaned over her and kissed her deeply. She saw the blindfold and her eyes widened. He began to blindfold her.

"No!"

He sensed the panic in her voice. He searched her face, her eyes.

"When...when I was raped...he...he...blindfolded me."

"Is he here now?"

"N....no..."

"That's right. He is not here. And he won't be here. It's just you and me. You are safe. He is only here if you let him be here. You have your safeword. If you need to use it, use it. If you do not, then I know that I can continue."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Please do it."

He blindfolded her. In the total darkness, her other senses became heightened. His lips nuzzled her neck, tongue ran lightly around her ears. Fingers stroked her body, down her sides, her breasts, her knees, her navel. Lips and tongue traveled to follow his hands. Neena never realized how sensitive her body could be. His lips traveled down, teased her thighs, outside and moving inward. Warm breath on the cleft between her legs caused her to sigh.

She wanted to arch herself into him, but she could not move. Agonizing moments passed, seemingly like hours, before his tongue swept up her slit to her clit, causing her to gasp and moan. It found her clit and flicked it like he did to her nipple earlier. Each flick caused her to quake.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

His fingers entered her once again, and his mouth went to work on her clit, nibbling and licking while his other hand roamed her breasts. Not being able to really move did not limit her muscles from contracting and relaxing. The tension of being fully restrained, not being able to see, and Iain's efforts were bringing her to orgasm quicker than she ever had. Moments later, she shrieked and exploded, coating his fingers and face with her cum. He licked up her juices and then gave her some rest. She felt his lips on hers, and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. She was a little caught off guard as she tasted her pussy, eliciting a moan from her.

"You like the way you taste, don't you?"

"Mmmmm....yes. I don't know why, but....but...I taste GOOD!"

He chuckled. "So, you like the taste of pussy, don't you?"

"Well, I like the way I taste."

Iain knew better, and knew that she would like the taste of others as well. She would soon find that out, but not tonight. Tonight was HIS night.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"So, you want some more?"

"Yes Sir."

"You know that even if you said no, that I would still do it regardless."

"Yes, I know."

"And why is that?"

"Because...you are in charge, Sir."

"That's right. It's time to take you further."

Neena trembled at the thought. She felt him get off the futon, and several minutes later he returned. He began running his hands over her body again, but this time something was different. His hands were warm, and a wonderful scent was in the air. Wherever he touched her, that warmth was left on her body. She realized that he was using a heated scented oil on her. This relaxed her further. Again he began to stimulate her clit, her nipples, and her neck. She relished the thought of another orgasm, but then he stopped.

"No!" she whined, "please, don't stop. I mean...don't stop, Sir."

She felt something pinch both her nipples, and the pressure increased, causing them to ache something fierce. But along with the pain came even more pleasure than she imagined. She felt something press against her pussy, but it was too big to be his fingers. Iain advanced the lubed vibrator into Neena's pussy. She groaned as the fake cock filled her and he moved it in and out while his mouth worked over her clit, satisfying her, pushing her again towards orgasm.

As she was about to cum, she felt something odd, something was gently massaging her anus. What was happening? She panicked, and struggled unsuccessfully against her bonds. 

"Noooo...NOOOO!!!!!"

But Iain ignored her, and continued to massage her backside, putting a little more pressure. The combination of stimulation of her other erogenous zones was too much, however, and as she reached the brink of orgasm, something else funny happened.

She found that the pressure on her ass was not unpleasant, even as she felt her asshole begin to relax and the dildo enter her. 

"No...Oh god...uhhhhnnnngggghhhh!!!!!"

It triggered her strongest orgasm yet. She convulsed, wailing, and her ass allowed the intruder a welcome place. She felt so full and...satisfied. Could that be it? But Iain did not give her rest this time, and it was only a matter of moments before another orgasm hit her.

"Aiiiiiiyyeeeeeeee! Oh...no...not again! Uhhhngh...uhhhhnnngghhh....I'm COOOOMMMMIIINGGG!"

Finally, he let her rest for a few moments. He untied her legs, hands, and she shuddered and convulsed as he removed the nipple clamps, vibrator, blindfold, and dildo. He massaged her legs and thighs, and the rest of her body. Her muscles were aching, and he soothed them.

"So, how do you feel now?"

"Oh...god.... What are you doing to me? I mean...I mean...I have NEVER felt anything like that!"

"Did I not tell you to trust me?"

"Yes. I know that I should trust you. It's...just...no one has ever done that to me before. Has ever made me feel like that before. And...." She turned that familiar shade of pink.

"What?"

"And...I...you...what you did to my ass...I...I...kinda...."

"Liked it?"

She looked away and buried her face in his shoulder. "Yes. I liked it. I liked it. I shouldn't have, but I did."

"And why should you have not liked it?"

She looked up at him. "Because! I was sodomized! It was horrible. I can't tell you how much it hurt. But...but when you did it...." She buried her head back into him.

"It felt good, right?"

"YES! Yes, it did!"

"Good, I think you are ready."

Neena was confused. "Ready for what?" Then she realized what he meant. "I don't know. I don't think I'm ready for that." He looked intently at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He said nothing. She realized the error in what she said and lowered her eyes.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Turn over."

She looked pleadingly at him, unable to speak, but her eyes begged him not to do what was coming next. She knew she could not resist him. Not that he would ever hurt her. She knew that in her soul. She relented and slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She tensed up, even before he touched her. But that familiar warm oil was massaged into her back, legs, and buttocks, and she soon relaxed. He ran his finger up and down between her buttocks, passing back and forth over her anus. He stroked her pussy and clit at the same time, bringing her to another orgasm, relaxing her asshole. He continued stroking her clit, bringing her to the brink. Only this time, he stopped just before she came. And did it again. And again, torturing her.

"Please. Pleeeeease, let me cum. Please, I need to cum. Please sir!"

But he wouldn't. She lay there, panting, frustrated, desperate for release. She felt him straddle her legs, pushing hers together with his knees. She felt more oil being poured between the crack of her ass massaged into her anus. He lowered himself on top of her, his pelvis against the protrusion of her rounded ass. He supported his weight with one hand so that she felt the presence of his body on top of hers, but not the crushing mass. It was just enough for her to know that he controlled her, and possessed her.

"Spread your ass," he said. Neena paused, then reached back with both hands and grasped her cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing her most delicate, vulnerable place. With his other hand, Iain directed the tip of his cock to her anus. He rubbed his cock against the opening in circles, with gentle pressure. Then he removed his hand and slid it under her between her thighs, reaching for her clit.

"Please...please, be gentle."

He whispered in her ear. "You're going to love this."

He put gentle pressure against her with a circular motion of his hips. "Press back against me, slowly." His fingers circled her clit, teasing it, making her moan. She took a deep breath and began rotating her hips, pressing her perfect ass back at him. At first, nothing happened. But as his fingers and cock worked their magic on her, her ass loosened and the tip of his cock started to enter her.

"Oh....ohhhhhhhh...."

More pressure, and the head was in.

"Uh...GOD...unngh...oooh...slowly...slowly...."

Neena felt like she was being stretched impossibly. Iain began slowly pressing further.

"Ow...ohhh...no....stop, please...uhhhhnnn..."

Iain slowed his efforts, but did not stop.

"No...no....it's too big...."

It was so tight, she was so full. There wasn't really pain per se. It was more fear. She wondered if she could take it, or would those feelings from long ago come back to haunt her. Neena thought for a moment about using the safeword, but then put the thought out of her mind. She knew she must try.

She deepened her breathing. Iain shifted his weight and his arm, bringing it around her shoulders. His hand came around underneath her upper chest. She felt resting on the futon by the base of her throat, brushing against her neck. Her neck...her neck.... She took his hand and placed it on her neck. That did it, it was what she needed, what was missing. He picked up on her intentions, and closed his fingers, gently grasping it...squeezing...

"Uhhhhnnnngh...oh god, that's it!"

Her muscles relaxed and he slid halfway inside her. 

"Nnnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!!! Oh, yeah...oh yes...yes...!"

She pressed her hips back at hip, taking him even deeper inside her.

"Fuck me, yes...oh god, it feels good...so good...so...goooooooooddd!

He began sliding his cock in and out of her ass, grinding his pelvis against her ass.

"Uhhh...uhhh..uhhh...uhhh...oh god...I'm...I'm...."

Whatever pain, or hesitation, or resistance there was melted away and she felt a pleasure she never imagined could be. In fact, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Before she knew it, she felt some familiar feelings. No, it couldn't be. Could she, actually, come...?

"I...I...can't believe...I...it feels so good...so good..."

She pressed her neck down against his hand, bucked her ass back against him.

"Yeah...oh god...oh...oh...gonna cum...gonna cum...harder...harder...!"

Iain pounded her, slamming his cock into her ass again and again. Neena cried out and pushed her ass out, causing him to bottom out in her ass, his cock all the way in, pelvis pinning her against the futon.

"Cumming...cumming now!"

She wailed and convulsed, her ass spasming and clamping down on his cock, as she had the most intense orgasm of the evening, and the most powerful one of her life. Iain kept pounding her, again and again, his fingers a blur on her clit. Unlike her previous times, her orgasm didn't end. She continued to writhe beneath him, cumming repeatedly.

"Oh....unnhhhgggghhh....nnnnnggghh....stop...I...can't..."

She tried to get out the words, that she couldn't take it anymore, that it was too much, too intense.

"Please...Iain...no more...no...cumming again...noooooo!"

Iain would occasionally back off, but would never stop. He kept her in a state of constant arousal.

"Please...no...more...no more...Sir...can't take...take...uuuhhngh...cum... cummmmmming..." 

Neena's world started spinning and the world became fuzzy. She collapsed beneath him, unconscious. Iain slowed down and stopped, remaining inside her. When he started to withdraw from her, she regained consciousness, jerking beneath him. She gripped his hands tightly.

"No...don't pull out...not yet...please...please Sir...I mean...you haven't cum yet."

"This night is about you," said Iain.

"I know, but I want you to enjoy it. I want you to cum too. Please, let me please you. Please, cum in me. Cum in my ass. I know you want to. I want you to."

He smiled and began thrusting into her again.

Neena's eyes rolled back. "Oh yeah...fuck me...fuck me in the ass...in the ass...."

He slammed into her harder. "Who am I?"

"You're my master."

"Who owns you?"

"You do. I belong to you."

She turned her head around and looked back at him, a sultry smokey look in her eye.

"Please sir. Fuck me. This ass is yours...to fuck whenever you want...I'll do anything...anything you want...as long as you keep fucking me...like this...oh...gonna cum...again!"

She convulsed under him, wailing. That brought him to the edge, and he exploded inside her.

"Oh god, I can feel you cumming...shooting...in my ass...oh yeah...yes...cumming toooooo!!!"

His orgasm set hers off and they shared an orgasm together.

As they came down, they rolled over onto their sides, spooning, he still inside her. They were both exhausted, fully drained. She snuggled back against him. He held her close, and they both fell asleep together.

CHAPTER NINE

They awoke in the morning, still entwined. Neena rolled over to face him.

"I can't believe...believe that...I did...that we did...that."

"Believe it," he said.

"I never thought that I would...that I could...do those things..."

"And enjoy them?"

She sighed a long sigh. "Yes, and enjoy them. How did you know, you know, what to do?"

"I followed my instincts. I knew you had the ability to let go, and be your true self. You just needed the direction, and the discipline."

"Mmmm...yes...I can't believe it, that I let you do those things to me. But it felt so right to do.... You own me now, don't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Well, I don't know if I have a choice. I mean, I'm still married and all. But, you have an effect on me. You have control over me. And...I...like it. I need it. I...I don't know what to do..."

"Well, I am not going to ask you to leave your husband. That is your own business. If you choose to come to me, even if you decide to remain married, that is fine with me. I have no jealously issues, and I don't need to possess you exclusively. You should know that I do on occasion have more than one partner. I do not expect you to be exclusive with me, nor should you expect that I remain exclusive with you."

"I...I suppose that is fair. I do not know if I will stay with my husband or not, but I don't know if I can stay away from you."

"I understand. If you decide to be with me, regardless of if you are also with your husband, then there must be an understanding as to the nature of our relationship. When you are with me, you will submit to me. You will do what I ask of you. You will likely do many things for the first time. You will always have your safeword if you choose to use it. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I do want this, to be under your command. For now, I think I will stay with my husband, but when I am with you, I will do what you ask."

"Good. I will occasionally give you assignments. Tasks to do. You will do them. I will know if you lie to me, Neena"

"I won't lie to you. And I will do whatever you ask of me. No matter how...uncomfortable I may feel about it at first."

"Really? It is good to hear that. Because I am thinking about your first assignment."

She felt a tingling between her thighs, thinking of what he might do, or have done, to her. "What would you have me do, Sir?"

To be continued...