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Jordan Spins Out of Control

By: babylez



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All the actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story! 

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Thank you all for your continued comments and support for Jordan's exploits. If you haven't already read the previous four installments of this story, I suggest you do so before reading this fifth chapter for purposes of continuity.

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As we returned to the table, we sat down and began to eat cold food, but it never seemed to bother either of us. Between bites we'd stare at each other and smile. I felt wonderful and I was delighted that Erika actually had such a terrific personality to go with those incredible killer looks. I had no idea what would happen between us in the future, but I did know that nothing would ever ruin this wonderful memory for me.

"Okay Jordan, you said earlier that you needed my help to do something special for your girlfriend. Now tell me, what can I do?" 

Because of our extra curricular activities and the long conversation I had with Erika during and after dinner, we didn't leave the restaurant until about seven forty. I had the best intentions of going straight home afterwards, but on an impulse I decided to take a little detour so that I might better prepare for the activity we had planned at Debbie's house for the weekend.

I headed over to the mall, which was about eight miles from my parent's house, and then I parked my little car in one of the far outer rows so it wouldn't get nicked before it had a chance to celebrate its one-month anniversary.

It looked like a really long walk to the mall from where I parked – especially after several incredible orgasms, but I knew that the exercise wouldn't hurt me so I started what seemed like a two mile trek in the direction of the mall. Okay, two miles may be a slight exaggeration, but I can tell you that the way Erika had me feeling at that point it may as well have been ten miles and it was all in four inch heels.

I finally entered the mall totally oblivious to all those people who passed me by and a few minutes later I was standing in front of the rather ornate entryway that I seemed to find almost by instinct. I just kept staring at it for several minutes, like it was some sort of fantasy created in the deep recesses of my imagination that had just magically sprung to life before my very eyes. I can't tell you how many times when I lived at home as a student that I would come to this mall and walk past this very store wishing that one day I would have a reason to finally walk inside. Now all these years later, I finally did.

"Welcome to Victoria's Secret," the attractive sales girl behind the counter said to me as I entered. For a Thursday night the store appeared to be unusually quiet, but heck – I'm sure no expert on the retail traffic in this place.

I smiled at her and nodded without saying a word as I slowly headed past the counter. I immediately felt my pulse begin to quicken. The store was full of the most beautiful and sexy lingerie - bras, panties and hosiery that I'd ever seen in my life. I just kept looking around at all of the beautiful things that were on display and I'm sure I must have looked like I just rode in to town on a turnip truck from Wyoming. By the way, do they even grow turnips in Wyoming?

The truth was that I didn't have anything like this in my entire wardrobe and if you had asked my a few days ago I would have bet the farm on the fact that I probably never would. In fact, I had no idea where to even start looking or what to start looking for. 

I think my ignorance was never more obvious and I'm sure that my confused body language finally caused the sales girl to have pity on me. I suddenly felt a hand on my arm and then I heard a raspy Kim Carnes or Stevie Nicks-like voice coming from behind me.

"I know exactly what you mean; I remember having the same reaction when I first set foot in the store." The voice said, obviously trying to assuage my feelings of awkwardness.

I must have been startled by her touch or by her voice, because I felt myself jump slightly and she could sense that her innocent intrusion had startled me.

"Oh, please forgive me. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." She said, trying to act contrite. But then we both realized how funny it all was and we started to laugh over the whole thing at the same time.

"My name is Candy; can I help you find something?" She asked, as I finally turned to face her.

Okay, two immediate observations about Candy, so you can better appreciate what was now overwhelming my senses.

Growing up as an only child had its advantages and its disadvantages. I don't want to sound too negative so I'll skip the disadvantages for now, but one of the many advantages was that my daddy took me with him wherever he went and I was at his side no matter what crazy project he was working on at home, even the really dirty ones. There were actually times it all made me wonder if he really wanted a son instead.

Okay, maybe there were times that being with him when he was in the middle of a dirty, sweaty project might easily be construed as a slight disadvantage. After all, I have to admit that I did not have any desire to learn anything about DeWalt cordless power equipment or plumbing. Yet there were some advantages to serving as his assistant all those years, for example - listening to his favorite music, which quickly became my favorite music.

I eventually got to know every group from the late seventies and eighties by heart, recognizing their music instantly and spending hours with him learning all the sordid stories about those various musical groups.

There were times it was a little embarrassing being stuck in a musical time warp around my friends, but through it all I did come away with three distinct impressions that years later have never left me. First, I believe that Journey – with Steve Perry, was the greatest band ever. If you don't agree with that opinion, please keep it to yourself.

Second, although Led Zeppelin and Robert Plant get all the glory, I think AC/DC was the hottest heavy metal band I ever heard and Brian Johnson is one of the most distinct lead singers. And finally, I think I could have an orgasm listening to Stevie Nicks sing the Star Spangled Banner or anything else for that matter. Her voice absolutely gives me goose bumps.

Maybe Candy didn't sound exactly like Stevie Nicks, but she was so close that I probably couldn't tell the difference and I was all too aware of those silly goose bumps racing down my arms as she spoke to me. 

I know I just passed the girl a minute ago, but I think I was too consumed by the fact that I was finally standing upon hallowed ground at the time and I didn't pay much attention to her. Now that I was actually facing her, it was as if I was really seeing her for the first time.

The girl now standing before me could not have been more appropriately named. In her four inch heels she was about the same height as I was, but in some ways to me this girl reminded me of a younger version of Debbie Masters. I would have guessed her age to be about nineteen or possibly even twenty.

She had the same deep brown eyes that made you just want to loose yourself in them and she was wearing white eye shadow with glitter and then I remembered where I had seen that color before. It was exactly the same kind that I saw on Lisa's eyes only yesterday.

Candy's hair was a lot longer, like I remember Debbie's being when I was a senior in her class, but it was more dark red than brown. She also had very light freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and high on her cheeks below her eyes that gave her a very youthful and innocent appearance, yet her body language left you with little doubt that innocent was not the word you'd ever use to describe this sexy woman.

I swallowed hard as I took the girl in from head to toe and I realized how incredibly attractive she was. To me there are many ways women can be attractive and I would say that she was not as breathtaking as Erika or Debbie, yet you could see the woman who was just beginning to emerge, leaving the innocent girl behind. As I stared into those brown eyes you could already see that she was only two or three years away from reaching her full heart-throb potential.

"Hi Candy, Jordan; as you can probably tell I've never been in your store before and I want to get something for a very special night." I said, noticing that my mouth had suddenly gotten very dry.

She smiled at me and I noticed that she had those invisible braces on her teeth that only added to that innocent child-like appearance that she would soon abandon. I smiled back at her. Some sale girls are superficial and you can usually pick them out right away, but I didn't get that vibe from Candy at all.

"Do you have any thoughts about the kind of outfit you'd like to get? Perhaps we should first talk about what he likes."

My eyes had drifted from her face and I was now doing a furtive scan of her body. She was wearing a maroon dress that fit her snugly like a glove. It had a scoop front that revealed a lot more cleavage than I would ever have, with a hem that landed on her about mid-thigh. I was about to continue to her legs when I heard the male reference she made and I immediately made eye contact with her.

After years of virtual inactivity in Austin I could not believe all that has happened to turn my life around in just a few short days. And maybe it's a good thing that it all happened to me when it did, because I think now I'm mature enough to handle it. Maybe even more importantly, I really don't have any fear of disclosing personal information about myself. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to jump to the head of the line in a Lesbian-Gay Alliance Day parade. And no offense to those who do, but I did not want my sexual orientation to define me. Yet, I had a sense that I really needed to tell Candy who I was shopping for, just in case it might have some genuine relevance to the selection.

I smiled at her as those words fell from her full lips that were coated in a clear gloss. "There is no 'He.'"

She was not only beautiful, she was smart and she didn't need a nanosecond to process that information. Her right eyebrow rose ever so slightly upon hearing my response, but she maintained her smile the entire time. In fact, she almost seemed to relax even more.

"Oh." Was her immediate response to my not-so-subtle disclosure. Then we just stood there for a moment staring at each other. It was a cerebral game of chicken, of sorts.

I felt pretty good about this woman until now. But I have to admit that I didn't have a read on her at this very moment. I suspected that it was either 'Holy cow, I finally got to see one in person,' or she was probably thinking 'oh god, please get me the hell out of here.'

I decided I'd wait until she reacted and then I'd deal with the fallout. It didn't take too long before her smile widened.

"Tell me a little bit about what she might like. Does she enjoy taking time to unwrap the package or does she like to see the goodies on display?"

Her question to me was a pleasant surprise. I had no idea how she'd respond to what I had just told her and then I had to admit I honestly didn't really know the answer to her question. After I thought about it I finally confessed that we were actually a new couple and I wasn't sure how to answer her question.

"Follow me." She said as she headed towards the back of the store, where I soon found myself in an alcove area with dark plush carpeting and wall-to-wall mirrors on six angled walls almost enclosing the small area from prying eyes. 

Candy took my purse and put it on one of the chairs and then she started to look at me from my head to my toes. Then she started to walk behind me and I instinctively started to rotate to follow her glaze. Once I did she chuckled and then placed her hands on my hips to stop my movement. 

"No, you stand still. Let me do all the moving around." Then she removed her hands and continued waking around me. 

In a funny way I never felt more self conscious about myself. I knew she was assessing me for a valid purpose, yet I felt strange being under such close scrutiny. I'm sure in some way my body transmitted my uneasiness, but she remained focused and came back around to face me again a moment or two later.

"Can I be frank with you and share my observations?" She asked me, still smiling.

"Do I need I need to sit down first?" I asked her, only partially kidding.

She laughed, which I took to be a good sign. "You can if you like, but it shouldn't be for any other reason than fatigue. Jordan, I think you're body is absolutely beautiful. You have great muscle tone and firmness and just the right amount of curve around the hips. I'm willing to bet that you've always been told that your incredible hair and beautiful green eyes are your best features, but frankly I think most women would kill to have your legs. They are truly gorgeous. In heels they can easily be your best asset."

Now I really did need to sit down. No, maybe I needed to look in the mirror. There has to be something everyone is seeing in me that I've never seen in myself, but for the life of me I had no clue what it was.

Candy watched as I remained silent staring in the mirror with a curious expression on my face. Then she added. "Now can I share with you the other part of my analysis?"

I swallowed hard. I guess I should have seen it coming. I redirected my attention from the mirror back to her sexy brown eyes. I think she sensed the absolute fear on my face and she laughed to lighten the mood.

"Relax Jordan. I think your body is absolutely gorgeous, but you're a little light on top. There's nothing wrong with your bust size, personally I really like women who are not too busty like yourself, but we're trying to determine what outfit to try on, remember. My job is to help accentuate your assets. If you came in here with a 36D I would probably recommend a totally different outfit for you. Listen, you wait here and let me get something I think you'll really like."

I don't know if I nodded or not, but Candy disappeared to another area of the store and I looked back into the looking glass wondering who had the real Jordan Peters. I knew that I had matured a lot since high school, but did I really look that different? I stared really hard at myself and tried to envision the woman that is, instead of the woman that was.

I heard a bell ring and then I saw two women walk into the store and Candy went over to greet them. Then I pulled an Elaine and started to process the information she had shared with me. It was the second or third time in as many days that someone told me my body was absolutely gorgeous and I had to admit that it felt wonderful to hear people telling me that. Then I began to process something else Candy had said.

I thought I heard her tell me she really liked women like me that were not too busty. I knew I was still in the beginning stages of this lesbian thing so I probably had no idea when a woman was coming onto me, but it seemed like that was what just happened and I may have been too dense to even recognize it. I went to the chair and got my purse and pulled out my cell phone and then hit the redial button and heard it ring twice before she picked up.

"I was just thinking about you, Jordan." 

God, I really loved that Icelandic accent. 

"I've been thinking about you a lot too Erika, especially each time I try and sit down." I said, my heart beginning to race as I listened to her sexy voice on the other end of the line.

"I wanted to ask you a question. I guess this sounds silly, but . . ."

I told Erika where I was and what I was up to and then I recounted the discussion I just had with Candy and I asked for her read on her comment about busty women. There was silence on her end for a moment as she considered what I had told her and then she asked me to repeat exactly what Candy said one more time. Then she thought about it again for another moment or two.

"What store are you in?" She asked, and I told her again and explained that it was an upscale sexy lingerie store, realizing she would probably not immediately recognize it by the name.

I could hear the smile in her voice over the telephone and it made me smile. 

"Well, I have to say that I would certainly think that she is at least sending a message that she would be receptive to your advances. She probably would never initiate the first move with a customer out of fear of being wrong and losing her position, but my guess is that she has given you a sign telling you that if you made a move on her she would be very receptive to it. Does that seem to make sense?"

I knew I asked the right person. "It makes perfect sense." 

There was silence on her end for a moment and then she added. "My god Jordan, if I had known you were still horny, I would have invited you back to my house when we left the restaurant."

Without even thinking, I replied. "And if you would have invited me I would have come."

There was a silence between us that I could not interpret. I wasn't sure why I had said what I did and I didn't know exactly what it said about me. I felt like I was still in the developmental stages of this sexual orientation thing and I had no idea who I was going to eventually become.

"I'll be home all alone tomorrow night and I would not mind some company. If you would like to come over, we can probably find some way to occupy our time."

Hearing her invite me to her house had me nearly giddy. "It would be just the two of us then?"

"Aha," She replied.

"I'd love to." I said, trying desperately not to sound too terribly anxious.

"I'll tell you how to get here tomorrow after class. Oh and by the way, I think this is something we should probably keep between us."

As I was listening to her breath I was interrupted by Candy holding a few items. She was standing there waiting patiently and I felt rude for keeping her waiting.

"Erika I gotta run, but I'll see you in class tomorrow."

I disconnected the call and dropped my phone in my purse and then looked at Candy. 

"What did you come up with?" I asked, unable to really determine what she was holding in her hand.

Candy smiled at me. "I think you're going to like this selection a whole lot. I hope this doesn't offend you, but I tried to imagine what I would love to see you in and to me it was simply no contest."

She held up a long white gown in her hands and then described it for me. "This is a mesh and lace gown that's intended to be worn with heels, so it will be long enough to reach the floor. As you can see, the straps are adjustable and there are slits in the sides that are very naughty. It covers your breasts in a teasing sort of way, but it reveals your beautiful body and gorgeous legs under the transparent material. It comes with a g-string that is available with or without a crotch. Of course, I strongly recommend crotchless. I believe that anyone wearing an outfit like this needs to check their modesty at the door. Then I'd recommend complementing the gown with a pair of white back seam lace top thigh high stockings and of course your highest color-coordinated heels. What do you think?"

I never thought about the kind of affect sexy lingerie would have on me, but I realized that my heart was racing and I was becoming very aroused just listening to her describe the outfit. I kept staring at it as she held it up, but I just couldn't quite imagine me in it. 


Jordan Spins Out of Control



Then Candy asked me. "Why don't you try it on?" 

I don't know why I just stood there without speaking. I think I desperately wanted to say something, but I think I was afraid of what I might look like in that outfit.

Candy waited patiently for me to respond and then realized I might not have even heard her. "Hello, Earth to Jordan."

She chuckled when I turned my head and had a surprised look on my face. "I'm sorry Candy, what did you say?"

She laughed again. "I think you should try this on, trust me - it's really you!"

I finally decided that I'd rather know now whether I'd look good in the outfit, as opposed to having Debbie see me in it for the first time on Saturday night.

I looked at Candy and I finally relented and said I would try it on and she appeared genuinely happy. I followed her to the changing room and I went inside. She handed me the gown and told me she'd be right back with the accessories and then she disappeared.

I opened the door to the room and went inside and began taking off my clothes, which was an easy enough task. There was only my shirt, my skirt and my shoes. Then I looked at the gown and laughed, thinking that this would be even easier. I pulled it over my head and looked at myself in the mirror that was affixed to the back wall of the small changing room.

Before I could form an opinion about the gown there was a knock at the door and I opened it. Candy was standing there with several items in her hands, but she just stood there staring at me in that transparent gown for at least a half minute before she finally opened her mouth.

"Ah, here are two g-strings one with and one without a crotch." She said, handing me the two items. I took them and dropped them on the seat directly behind me without scrutinizing them. When I turned back to face Candy I could tell that her eyes had been surveying my ass and I was well aware that the transparent gown left precious little to the imagination.

"Here are a pair of thigh high stockings that I'm sure will fit you perfectly. I know it takes a little work to get those seams straight, but I think they'll really make your legs look even better than they normally do." 

I smiled at her and took the stockings she handed me and turned to drop them on the same chair where I had just placed the underwear, but then I had a really wicked thought. I dropped them on the floor in front of the chair instead and then I pretended to be annoyed at myself for my terrible aim. I turned around and slowly bent down to pick them up, knowing full well that I was fully exposing my entire bottom to Candy for her viewing pleasure.

I'd never done anything like that before, but I suddenly became extremely aroused knowing that she was watching me and I could feel that I was getting very moist below. It seemed most strange that at my age I was realizing that my little shameless display was really turning me on.

I turned back in time to see Candy's eyes directed at my ass and when she realized that I had caught her in the act she turned a little read and then I heard her swallow hard. I just smiled, but then I noticed she was holding a pair of shoes in her hands. 

"What's with the shoes?" I asked her.

It was obvious that my question nearly startled her, as she redirected her eyes to mine.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, turning even redder from embarrassment. And as I watched her, I wondered just how many times a day an employee would get turned on assisting customers in this store. I sure didn't think I could ever handle such a job, although the perks would be great.

"Earth to Candy . . . the shoes – why are you bringing me the shoes?" I asked again.

She looked down at the shoes in her hand like she was drawing a complete blank and then it seemed to suddenly occur her. "Oh, I know you were wearing those green Candies when you came in, but they won't really work with this outfit. These are white and I think you'll like the look so much better."

I smiled at her thoughtfulness and I took the shoes, recognizing a sales commission might have something to do with her recommendation, but when you're right, you're right. Then I smiled back at her and closed the door.

I sat on the chair and looked at the stockings closely. I've worn plenty of thigh highs in the past, but I've never worn stockings with seams before and I suspected they'd be a bitch to put on and keep straight. But I knew Candy was right, they'd really accentuate my legs and I knew that was one of my best assets. 

So I started the process of sliding them up my legs slowly, carefully working the seams as I went. It took me at least 10 minutes to get those silly things on and when I finally finished I heard a soft knock at the door.

"It's awfully quiet in there, are you okay?"

I laughed out loud. "Yeah, it's the seams. I've never worn seamed stockings before and it has taken a while to get them straight. In fact, I'm still not actually there yet."

"Oh sorry, I should have said something about them earlier. Please don't worry too much about them now Jordan, we can do the final finishing touches when you get out here."

I knew I was gonna need some help back there for sure. No matter how hard I tried, once the seams went past my joints I just couldn't get them to remain straight on the back of my thighs. I finally surrendered and picked up the G-strings and looked at each one. It was funny, several days ago my decision would have been entirely different, but today I knew I'd be going with the crotchless pair. I pulled the three square inches of fabric on and then I stood to see how they looked on me in the mirror. The panties were really more like window dressing than anything else, since they covered absolutely nothing. My pussy was still plainly visible through the gown almost as if I were wearing nothing at all.

Then I was startled to realize that I was actually beginning to turn myself on staring in the mirror and I knew if I was alone right now I'd probably be putting the moves on myself.

I sat back down on the chair and picked up the white platform heels Candy picked out for me. They were a lot like my eight inch clear Lucite heels at home with the 4 inch platform soul, except these were all white. They were very sexy shoes and there was no question that they would look much better with this outfit than anything else I owned. I realized I just had to have them. 

I put the shoes on the floor in front of me and slipped my left foot in one shoe and then my right foot into the other. It's no coincidence that high heels always feel great until you stand in them, so the fact that these felt sexy and wonderful now was not going to help me in another minute.

I stood up and balanced myself against the wall for an instant. Over the past two years I'd become pretty good at walking in heels and I was no longer afraid of tripping or falling like I used to be when I started wearing them for the first time in college. Of course, I'm not in Erika's or Lisa's league, but I don't look clumsy in them anymore. I just don't look as natural as Erika does, but perhaps even that too may one day change if I keep wearing them.

I looked in the mirror once more and almost had to pinch myself. For the first time in my life I thought I was as close to looking beautiful as I'd ever been, though I still didn't think I was quite there yet. I know I needed some improvement in the way I did my makeup and a larger cup size sure as hell wouldn't hurt either. With those changes I might actually start to think I had arrived. Well, all-in-all, it wasn't bad for a girl who didn't even get a date until her junior year in college.

I stepped out of the changing room and I immediately noticed that Candy was no where in sight and the lights in the front of the store were now off. I glanced at my watch and I was surprised to see that it was now exactly nine o'clock and I realized most of the stores in the mall would start closing between now and nine thirty.

"Oh my god, you're so incredibly hot Jordan!" It was Candy's raspy, sexy voice as she was returning from the other side of the store and the sudden sound interrupting the silence really surprised me.

"Thanks." I said, just a tad bit embarrassed. "I'm so sorry that I'm still here after closing time. I'll just bet you're dying to get home."

"Nonsense, we'll stay until you find exactly the outfit that makes you happy. Now go ahead and walk around, see how it feels and let me check you out." She said, as she sat down in one of the chairs positioned directly opposite the mirrors.

I was actually feeling pretty good about myself about now. I had really scrutinized my appearance in the semi-circle of mirrors on the back wall and I had to say that I thought I really did look rather hot in that outfit. So when Candy asked me to strut around for her, I almost jumped at the chance.

I began strutting around the area in the center of the alcove using my sexiest walk, while Candy watched me from her chair about ten feet away. Initially I was too caught up watching myself in the mirror to notice anything else, but when I finally glanced past my own reflection to see Candy in the background, I saw something I never imagined I'd ever see. I was looking at another woman who was touching herself while she was watching me and the sight aroused me beyond my wildest imagination. 

I pretended not to notice what Candy was up to over on the chair, as I kept moving and stretching and bending in various poses, acting almost as if I actually knew what I was doing. In fact, I guess all I really needed was a brass pole, a table and about twenty horny guys and I could make enough money to pay for the entire outfit. 

Watching Candy touching herself without trying to be obvious about seeing it was terribly difficult, but it was too incredible a scene to ignore. I was getting so turned on knowing that she found me so attractive and I guess that knowledge was really fueling my amorous behavior.

I moved closer to her and then I stopped in the middle of my strutting about and took several steps backwards towards her. Then I pulled the gown over my head and laid it across a chair, so that my ass was now in perfect alignment with her face, thanks to those incredible heels. All I was wearing now was the crotchless panties, the thigh highs and those incredibly high heels.

"Candy, would you mind checking those seams for me. I just know they're not as straight as they need to be." I asked in my most breathy voice. As I stood there I could just feel the moistness starting to flow freely down below.

It seemed like a minute or two went by before Candy did anything. I could see her clearly in the mirror and she was definitely getting an eyeful and she certainly appeared to be enjoying it. From what I could also see, she was still touching herself, but I didn't think she could continue to do that and straighten my seams at the same time. So I watched with growing interest to see how she would handle that dilemma.

Then I finally felt her hands on the back of my thighs and I knew she had started straightening my seams, although by all the extra touching and rubbing that I was feeling back there it seemed clear that she was also enjoying herself immensely. As I made small talk I could tell that Candy was having difficulty keeping focused on our conversation and soon I realized that she had stopped talking altogether and then so did I.

It suddenly got very quiet in the store and the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of her labored breathing as she continued straightening my seams. Between the sexy outfit I was wearing, the sensual way Candy was touching and caressing my thighs and the sounds of her heavy breathing behind me revealing her growing level of arousal, I was being stimulated on several different levels and it was starting to overwhelm me. I suspected that I'd have to do something about it real soon or we'd both explode. 

Until a couple days ago playing the role of the seductress was something I had zero experience doing, but it seemed that I've been getting a tremendous amount of experience lately and I thought it was about time I started putting all that experience to good use. Sitting behind me was a woman who I thought was incredibly sexy and she was obviously very attracted to me. Add to that the fact that I was about as wet as I could get and there was only one direction where this scenario could eventually go and based on Erika's comments I knew that I needed to be the one to get it there.

I slowly turned around to look down at Candy who was sitting on the chair, her hands now poised in mid-air since my thighs had been abruptly taken from her. She looked so different to me now. The young beauty who had been in total control when I walked into the store earlier was now gone and what I was staring at was a young female who desperately needed some immediate attention.

I moved to the seat next to her and sat down and looked at her just inches from me, as our eyes made contact. I was wearing only the crotchless g-string, the thigh high stockings and those incredibly sexy heels and I'd never been more exposed to a total stranger in my life. I was overcome by it all and I realized that I loved every minute of it. I whispered to her.

"Candy, I think I need you between my legs right now a whole lot more than I need you straightening those seams."

Erika was absolutely right; there was no question that she was waiting for me to offer myself to her. The look in her eyes reflected the most profound sense of relief at hearing those words that I'd ever seen from a potential partner. She didn't say a word, yet she smiled at me in a way that told me everything I wanted and needed to hear. That expression not only said thank you, but it also assured me that I wasn't about to regret my decision.

Candy stood up and then she stepped in front of me and slowly turned around. Days ago I would have had no clue what she wanted from me, but tonight after what I had experienced over the past two days I immediately knew. I reached up towards her neck and found the zipper clasp and slowly lowered it as far as it would go. Without turning around Candy slid the tight fitting dress off of her shoulders and let it fall the length of her body. I watched as it collapsed on the carpet around her ankles. 

She stepped out of the gathered dress and kicked it aside. Now she was standing there modeling for me and I could feel my own breath begin to quicken. I was delighted to see that she was even more beautiful naked than she had been in her sexy dress and as she stood before me revealing it all, I could tell by looking into her eyes that this woman definitely knew how beautiful she was.

He gorgeous dark red hair fell around her face in gentle curls and cascaded over her chest, covering her breasts. I was starting to know breast size much better than ever before and I would have guessed her to be about a 34C, almost exactly the same size as Erika, but with a slightly smaller size cup. Her nipples were pierced and it was the first time I'd seen that on a woman this close and it simply thrilled me.

A gold shamrock dangled from her pierced navel. She wore no bra or panties and the only undergarment she had on was a maroon suspender garter belt that held up her black stockings.

Then I noticed it as my eyes continued to take her all in. There was a small strip of reddish hair above her pussy in an inverted 'V' design and her clit was pierced with a small gold hoop that looked to be about an inch in diameter. At the very instant I detected her piercing down below I could immediately feel myself swallowing hard, as my level of excitement had obviously increased. 

The shoe was on the other foot now, as Candy was able to enjoy watching me squirm and salivate as I became mesmerized by her body. She seemed to enjoy watching my eyes fixated on her pussy, as she gradually spread her lips with her hands to allow me an unencumbered view inside. Then she ran her index finger along the cleft of her pussy and my eyes widened as she slowly brought it up to her mouth and then tasted her own essence, causing me to move closer to the edge of the chair. That was a new move that I'd definitely have to remember for another time. Then I realized that I was playing with myself and my breathing continued to accelerate.

And in the near blink of an eye I seemed to go from the seductress to the one being seduced. Am I ever going to understand how to play this crazy game?

Candy took a step or two back and then sat down on the plush carpeting. She had her arms outstretched behind her, supporting herself against the floor, and her legs were spread a little wider than her shoulder's width. She was swaying slightly to the left and then to the right, as she watched me sitting on the chair before her drinking in her beauty. When she sensed the timing was finally right, she held up her right hand and then smiled and moved her index finger slowly, in that back and forth 'come over here' motion.

When she signaled to me I was more than ready. I moved off the chair and went directly to my knees and then I moved towards her on all fours like some feline predator in heat. What I was feeling now was so totally different that the feelings I had for Debbie or Erika when we made love. This girl had created a consuming lust inside me where there was none before and whether she did it merely to satisfy her own need didn't really matter to me at this moment. 

I curled up beside her and I slid my leg between her thighs as I moved even closer to her. We were now lying side by side, facing each other. My left hand was caressing her nipple, enjoying the way it felt with the piercing, and her right hand was buried inside my crotchless panties rubbing the outside lips of my pussy. We were just staring into each other's eyes enjoying what we were doing, both of us knowing full well what was about to happen.

"I wanted to consume you from the minute you first walked into the store." She whispered to me so softly that I could barely hear her.

I knew I didn't have a real depth of experience with this pillow-talk thing and I would have to make up ground in a hurry if I was going to be actually sleeping with my lover every night from now on. But I knew it couldn't be rocket science, so I gave it a try, since I knew it was probably my turn anyway.

"You have every nerve ending in my body on edge. I want to make this really great for you; great for us."

She smiled at me with the most loving expression, so I guess what I said wasn't too silly. Then we moved our heads together for the long awaited first kiss.

Is there anything more erotic than preparing to kiss someone that you're attracted to for the very first time? In every way imaginable I considered my self incredibly fortunate and so undeserving. Including the beautiful woman I was with now, the first three women I will have made love to in my life were all stunning and I know I'll remember the details of each one until I draw my last breath.

The first time I kissed Debbie on her sofa last night made every nerve ending on my body literally explode with pleasure. As I crawled between her beautiful legs I just felt glad to be a woman and once our lips finally met I knew that it started a passion burning within me that will never be extinguished.

Earlier tonight, when Erika and I made love in the women's restroom at the restaurant I was consumed by a totally different passion that began a day earlier when I first laid eyes on that beauty. Never before have I met someone who was as sensual as Erika and I knew she was able to wield a frightening power over me. What scared me even more was that I knew I could never marshal the strength to resist that power.

When our lips finally met and our tongues played together for the first time I knew what it was like to enjoy that forbidden fruit and although I loved every moment with her, deep in the inner recesses of my heart I knew she could never be the woman in my life that Debbie would be. Erika was the kind of woman that you always dreamed about, or even fantasized over when you masturbated, but I didn't think she was someone you could possess. Erika was used to being under the cameras and the lights and living around all the glitz and glamour that came with that kind of exposure. Sadly, I didn't think she could ever commit herself to one mate and that would eventually be such a tragic loss for such a wonderful person. 




Jordan Spins Out of Control



Now here I was lying on the carpeted floor in Victoria's Secret with a woman who was simply incredible, but had it not been for this bizarre set of circumstances our paths might have never crossed. She was beautiful and one day she would even be a far greater prize than she was today, but for now we would bring each other intense pleasure and afterwards who would ever know if our paths might one day cross again.

I may have mentioned before that I'm a very oral person and I always thought I would enjoy kissing a lot more if I ever found someone who was actually halfway decent at it. Unfortunately, none of the guys I ever dated fit that description so it was not until last night on Debbie's sofa that I was kissed in a way that just made my toes curl. Then earlier tonight being with Erika was like a dream come true and when we kissed it was one of those out-of-body experiences that nearly just took my breath away. 

What I really wanted to do with this beauty tonight, however, was to experiment – sort of. I knew we could make intense passionate love together that would be over in twenty or even thirty minutes if we let it and it would certainly be good. I was also sure it would definitely satisfy each of us, but I wanted so much more.

I wanted to start getting much better at this lovemaking thing. In truth I meant what I told Candy earlier, I really did want to make it great for her. But more importantly, the next time I was with Debbie and Erika I also wanted to make it great for them. I guess I'm just an old fashioned romantic at heart, but I really wanted to become a great lover for my partner or maybe now I should say partners.

As we both surrendered to the intense passion spawned by our kissing, I continued to play with Candy's nipples, which were now nearly double the size of mine. I thoroughly enjoyed how wonderfully hard they were getting between my fingers, yet I remained careful not to pull too hard on the gold rings that pierced each one. Each time I squeezed her nipples gently or tugged carefully on those rings I could feel her body respond and the urgency of her kisses would visibly increase.

While I focused on my lover's pleasure, she responded in kind working her magic to enhance mine. It was all blissfully wonderful and I knew this was the way it would continue until we either changed positions or until one of us was eventually overcome by the climax that we each seemed intent on delaying as long as possible.

Candy never removed her hand from my pussy and I tried to remain in a position where my hips afforded her all the access she required. She had slowly worked two fingers inside me and I was in a very happy place right now. Her task was a bit more challenging than mine, since I had experienced sheer bliss only a couple hours earlier with Erika, but I didn't object a single bit. 

As we continued our passionate embrace, our tongues were playing together wildly, fueling our growing lust. I had no idea how long we had been lying together on the floor kissing, but I sensed it had been a good amount of time. I enjoyed watching her level of arousal continue to grow and I was becoming aware of the wonderful power a caring lover could wield and I enjoyed it immensely.

But before my jaw became too sore I wanted to taste her and feel her pierced clit in my mouth. I moved my head away from her and I heard a sensual moan escape her lips, causing me to smile lovingly at her.

"Ahhhh." She whimpered.

"I want to taste you, baby. I want your sexy clit in my mouth." I whispered to her in my best sensual voice that I was actually getting pretty good at using.

As she smiled at me her eyes sparkled in growing anticipation and then I rose up on my knees and quickly shifted my body into the characteristic sixty-nine position, so that my mouth was now in heavenly alignment with her beautiful pussy. Every part of me was tingling, as I sensed I was going to enjoy my very first such experience with a woman and I could barely contain my high level of excitement.

As I settled back on the carpet again, lying snugly up against Candy, I suddenly felt something abrupt pulling hard in the crack of my ass and I knew immediately what it was. Candy had just ripped the g-string off of me and I could only smile at her unbridled enthusiasm. Of course, it wasn't exactly what I would call a glowing endorsement for the use of crotchless panties, but I wasn't terribly worried about that right now.

Everyone who knows me by now is aware of how much experience I've had with my lovers in the past, which is only slightly more than no experience at all. So I certainly don't mean this to sound like I'm being overly solicitous or that I'm terribly worldly, but it seems to me that one of the things that can make you a better lover is variety or the ability to do more things sexually with your partner. It just seems to me that would help keep her juices really flowing. 

If you haven't already honed in on where I'm going with this then you need to put both hands back on the keyboard and pay closer attention. I was staring at the gold hoop that pierced the hood over Candy's clit. It was not only sexy, but I thought it also made her pussy look incredibly beautiful.

Just as I was about to take her into my mouth and do all sorts of wonderful things to her I felt my entire body spasm softly as Candy's mouth covered my own sexual treasure on the other end of our delightful coupling. It had been hours since Erika worked her magic on me, but any heightened sensitivity I was feeling down there when I walked into the store earlier now seemed to be gone and I quickly felt my body getting into her rhythm as it welcomed her probing tongue.

I initially wondered whether the scent of another woman on me might affect Candy's enjoyment of my offering. Not only was Erika's mouth all over me down there, but like a true Alpha female she marked that area with her warm wonderful urine and I knew that her fragrance would still be all over me. Any concerns that those scents might affect Candy's enjoyment were short-lived, however, as I could immediately tell by her enthusiasm that this was not the first pussy she ever pleasured.

Licking and sucking on her was sheer bliss. Her scent and taste was somewhat different than Erika's and Debbie's, yet it was so incredibly feminine and it had the same overwhelming affect on my arousal level that my scent clearly appeared to be having on her. As my tongue and lips collaborated in wonderful harmony to pleasure her, my arm moved around her hips to her ass and pulled it tightly against me so that her pussy was drawn even closer against my face. When I had difficulty breathing I knew I was finally in the position that I wanted and then I slowly began working a finger into the center of Candy's extremely tight little star.

Despite all the things we had going on between us at that instant that were occupying our attention, I could feel a slight shift in Candy's butt as she appeared to move back ever so slightly against my hand, extending the traditional welcome into her forbidden place. Within minutes I had fallen into the perfect rhythm sucking on Candy's clit, while playing with the gold hoop in my mouth. When it seemed the timing was right, I'd insert my tongue deep inside her cavity, while savoring her wonderful fluids.

I suspected that if Candy had not even touched my pussy I would probably still be very close to an orgasm right now. I was being absolutely inundated with such intense feelings of pleasure that I felt as if my head was going to spin right off my shoulders. Between the wonderful sensations I was enjoying orally pleasuring her, while at the same time feeling her tight anus squeeze itself like a vise around my fingers, I knew I was getting terribly close to a climax and unless this girl was some sort of super female I had to believe she must also be getting close. Between nearly forty minutes of intense kissing and fondling, and now spending at least the same amount of time orally satisfying each other, I suspected there was simply no way she was not as close to her climax as I was to mine. In fact, I was ready to bet on it.

No sooner had those thoughts flashed through my mind than I felt the faint tremors deep within her body announcing what was well on her way. It was so gradual at first – barely discernable, but the intensity continued to escalate until her entire body was finally shaking.

As I held her close to me it was actually hard to ride her spasms out and also continue doing what I'd been doing, so I simply pressed my face firmly against her opening and started sucking her entire hood – piercing, clit and all, deep into my mouth, while also using my tongue to explore her little clit.

I could immediately tell that I must have contacted every single one of those eight thousand nerve endings as I was beginning to feel her trying to force her body against my mouth with renewed intensity in order to further enhance her own pleasure. Something about the way she did that just really flipped my manual override switch and I suddenly rolled my body over, forcing her onto her back so that I was now on top of her. Now I'd be able to apply far more pressure against her pussy, which I knew would definitely enhance her level of arousal.

Candy was incredibly talented, because as I shifted our entire position she also shifted with me in perfect harmony. When I ended up on top I could still feel her lips glued to my opening, sucking on me with even more intensity than before. When I sensed that she was almost there I cradled my hands under her but and pulled her up towards my face in order to continue sucking on her clit with even greater intensity. As I worked hard to pleasure her on one end, at the other end I instinctively could feel myself forcing my own pussy down harder onto her face in order to try and get her tongue as deep inside me as it could go. Through it all I had one lucid moment when I would have given anything for a photograph of us at that instant. Our chemistry together was truly wonderful.

As Candy's body started to convulse I was delighted to see that she was an ejaculator like Debbie. Erika was like me in that regard and wasn't a shooter, but if I had my choice I knew that Debbie's ejaculation really heightened the experience for me and now I had enough experience to know that I clearly preferred it.

Candy's first squirt caught me by surprise and it landed in my mouth, but I was ready for the second one. I pulled my head up only a couple inches, all the while keeping her clit in my mouth. By the way she was convulsing I thought she was going to launch herself into orbit. Then the second squirt hit me in the face and that started my own orgasm and the intensity was simply indescribable.

Okay, here I was twenty-two years old and now I've been with a total of three women, not counting my friend Allie when we were seniors. I certainly didn't have enough experience to draw from so when something different or unusual happened to me I just went with it. That's what seemed to be happening to me at that instant.

I think I held off on my orgasm for so long waiting for Candy that I was now treated to something totally unusual for me. Instead of a large orgasm followed by another smaller one, my body started to spasm and then my orgasm started and for nearly a solid minute or two it seemed to surge through my body ripping across every nerve ending and then hanging out there for a while before finally moving on. While I was treated to this first-time experience I could still feel Candy's lips working on my clit and then I felt her arms reach across the back of my thighs and pull me down even harder onto her face. Through it all I could feel my monster orgasm surging through my body like an electric current trying to ground itself.

As powerful as it was I never lost consciousness and I never let Candy's clit fall from my mouth. As we finished our orgasms we each continued to gently kiss each other in our highly sensitive places, licking and hungrily devouring the fluids that we missed earlier. I loved that soft, quiet part of making love with a woman; it was almost like some sort of erotic grooming ritual, but it was such a wonderful way to come down from our euphoric bliss 

I had been in more comfortable places, yet I would have been content to lay there and continue sucking on her until I fell asleep or until my jaw locked or until the store finally opened on Friday morning. Then I felt her move below me and I knew my weight must have been getting a little too difficult for her to support.

I rolled off of her and returned to my original position along side her, and then she sat up and spun her body around so that we were once again lying side by side, blissfully staring into each other's eyes. I knew I must have been a sight with her vaginal fluids all over my face, but I just loved it. Then she really surprised me by doing exactly the same thing to me as Debbie did the night before. She started to cover my face with soft gentle kisses, taking time to lick my face until she thought she had most of her discharge off. It felt so erotic and even a bit primitive, but it was so delightfully personal that I just wanted to take her home with me.

Then we seemed to lay together for another ten or maybe even twenty minutes, as we continued to kiss and gently masturbate each other much like how it all started. It wasn't designed to be intense and we both seemed to realize that the goal was not to make the other one cum, but rather to just feel wonderful. It was simply blissful kissing and caressing each other and it was the perfect way to end what we had just experienced together on the floor of Victoria's Secret. And now the name seemed even more appropriate to me.

We seemed to back away from each other at the same time and then we continued staring into each other's eyes. She seemed even more beautiful to me now than she did earlier and I wanted to tell her how wonderful this had been for me, but somehow I didn't want to disturb the quiet, so we continued to stare at one another in beautiful silence with her finger inside me and mine inside her.

As she looked into my eyes I pulled gently on the gold hoop that went through her clitoral hood to remind her that I was still down there, as if she needed a reminder. Each time I did she would release an audible moan and then she'd smile lovingly at me. I'm sure we looked incredibly satisfied and now I really wish I could have had a photograph of this moment to memorialize it. Finally she spoke in her incredibly sexy Stevie Nicks' voice.

"I think it's safe to say that the outfit definitely works."

Sometimes lesser is better and as I heard those few words leave her lips I knew nothing else needed to be said between us. Her tongue-in-cheek humor was priceless and I smiled at her and even began to chuckle at her sharp wit.

"I'll take it." I replied and then it was her turn to laugh.

"I can give you a discount on the g-string since it's slightly damaged." She said with a sly smile across her mouth, choosing that particular moment to squeeze just a little harder on my clit that I felt through my entire body.

I continued to smile back at her and I pulled a little harder on her piercing as I replied. "Oh, I want those torn panties all right, but I think I also need another pair as well. I must say that I'm very impressed at the great lengths the employees here seem to go to in order to make the sale. I find that approach very commendable and I'll have to be sure to tell all my friends."

She laughed and we slowly parted and then stood. As I stared at her standing in front of me I knew that we could easily start the whole blissful exercise all over again without any prompting and for a fleeting instant I sensed the same thought occurred to her. as her eyes ran up and down my body again clearly signaling her renewed interest.

I glanced at my watch and I saw that it was past ten thirty.

"Wow, I really need to run, but this has been absolutely wonderful." I said, as we were now holding hands as we stood a foot apart from each other, just staring.

She nodded, and then she suddenly looked sad as if she finally realized it was all over.

"Let's get dressed and then I'll write your order up. Then we can walk out together."

I smiled without responding and turned to head into the changing room. I took another look in the mirror before changing and I had to agree with Candy. The outfit sure as hell worked. As I started to take off the stockings I heard Candy's voice just beyond the door.

"Jordan, I really hate to get back into character now but did you make a decision about the shoes?"

I had slipped the white heels off moments earlier and I continued to stare at them as I was easing my stocking off. I was amazed at how sexy they made me look and there was no question in my mind that they were indeed the perfect compliment to the outfit. 

"After the affect this entire outfit had on you I'd be a fool to tamper with that kind of success. I definitely want the shoes."

I finished getting dressed and then I met Candy at the register. I was surprised she had a new outfit already bagged for me. She reached for the torn g-string and I handed it to her. Then I watched as she dropped it into the sack. Then she took the shoes and put them into the original box and put that box into a Victoria's Secret bag. Then she looked up at me and smiled, but it wasn't the salesgirl who was smiling at me this time.

"I'll send those items you were wearing back to the manufacturer, since it looks like they had been worn by someone. I have a new outfit for you in here." She said, motioning to the bags with her hand.

"I also gave you my employee's discount, so the total for everything is one hundred eighteen dollars and seventy four cents. Will that be cash or charge?"

I thanked her for the discount as I handed her my Visa Card. I knew she'd just given up her sales commission by giving me her discount, yet I didn't know how I could thank her for it without making her feel ill at ease for doing so. 

I signed the credit card form and then Candy took the duplicate receipt and was about to hand it to me. Then she grabbed a pen from the register and wrote something on the back and then she handed the receipt to me.

"Jordan. if you want to make this more than just a one-night stand my cell number is on the back of your receipt. I really hope you call me so that we can see each other again. I don't want to sound overly needy here, but I thought what we just did was incredible and I think we had some really great chemistry together."

I looked at the telephone number under her name and then I looked up at her and smiled. I wasn't sure what I would do about seeing her again, but I had to agree with her that we sure did have some great chemistry together. As I was watching her she slowly walked around the counter directly towards me. At first I thought she was just getting ready to leave with me, but then I noticed that her expression had changed once again. This was Candy the seductress coming at me now.

She walked up to me and put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head to hers until our lips met once again. She hungrily devoured me and this time I was more than anxious to let her take the lead. At that moment I decided that if she wanted to take me again here and now I would surrender to her willingly, no matter how late it was. 

As she kissed me I felt her search out my pussy once again and she began rubbing her entire hand up and down my cleft. I knew I was getting wet once more and now she knew it too. I sighed visibly each time her hand changed direction and I knew I wanted to feel her fingers deep inside me.

"Oh god Candy, put your fingers inside me . . . please." I whispered to her in a near pleading tone. Then she stopped kissing me and I felt her hand slowly pull away from my fun zone. My eyes opened wide and I looked at her face that was still only inches from mine.




Jordan Spins Out of Control



"I'll give you all the good lovin' you want the next time we're together, but it's up to you to call me." She said, brandishing her loving smile. "C'mon, let's get out of here, I know we both have places we have to be."

About twenty minutes later I entered the house trying to conceal my Victoria's Secret bags as best I could. It wasn't that I was embarrassed to be seen with the items. Rather, I was tired and I just wanted to avoid any kind of question and answer volley from Elaine.

I said "Hi" to Elaine and my dad, who were lying on the sofa spooning, watching television. I happened to glance at the screen and I noticed that 'CSI' was on – the original version not the spin offs that take place in Miami or New York. It was on one of those cable channels that specialized in re-runs and I recognized the show from when it originally aired when I was still in Austin last spring.

For a brief instant I was almost tempted to sit down in the Lazy Boy recliner and watch the real entertainment unfold, but I thought that would be too cruel.

I've told you all before about Elaine and how it sometimes takes her a while to process information. Well, normally that can be a cute little distraction to deal with but it really comes out with a vengeance when my parents are watching television together and the viewing selection is anything more complicated than 'Survivor' or any one of the other mindless virtual reality shows that have driven me screaming to Public Television or the History Channel.

Anyway, it's a real close call to determine whether there's more dialogue occurring on the show or on the sofa. My poor dad is forced to do double duty, trying desperately to follow the program so he knows what's going on, just so he's able to field every question Elaine is firing at him, some even twice. And bless his heart, he's been doing it for all these years and I've never once heard him complain or lose his patience with her. I think the man is a saint.

I smiled as I observed the scene that had been terribly familiar to me over the years of living with these two wonderful people. Then I walked over to the sofa without their prompting and kissed my parents. Elaine smiled up at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a motherly sort of way, but my dad's attention was focused on the program and I really didn't want to distract him or I knew he'd pay dearly. Elaine could be even worse if daddy didn't have all the correct answers. 

I went into my room and closed the door and then dropped my bags on the bed. Then I took off my skirt and my shirt and draped them on a chair. After the active day they had they were definitely dry-cleaner bound.

I grabbed an old burnt orange t-shirt from the top dresser drawer that I usually slept in and I slipped it on. This shirt happened to be a favorite of mine for a couple reasons. First, it almost went to my knees and it was incredibly comfortable. But more importantly, it was my very first University of Texas t-shirt that my parents had gotten me as a Christmas present when I was ten and I've been sleeping in the bloody thing every night since that time. Unfortunately the school name and the image of Bevo -the Longhorn mascot for everyone outside the Lone Star state, are nearly gone now, but I vowed I'd keep wearing that night shirt until it fell apart.

I sat down on my bed and I kicked my shoes off and started rifling though the Victoria's Secret bags looking at my purchases. Even with the discount Candy gave me I knew the stuff was pricey, but I don't remember ever wearing anything that made me feel that sexy before and I'll never forget the affect it had on Candy.

I pulled the receipt out of the bag and looked at her number on the back and smiled. I grabbed my cell phone from my purse and I dialed her cell number and then I heard the first ring. She answered the phone in the middle of the second ring.

"What took you so long?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

I laughed, as I could see that beautiful face as she spoke those words.

"Pretty damn confidant about ourselves, aren't we." I said, only pretending to be put off by her smug remark.

There was a brief lull after the initial high energy chatter that opened our conversation, but then I spoke again.

"Now that I'm safely home and you can't cause any more trouble I wanted to tell how wonderful you were. That was some pretty intense sex in the store and I loved every minute of it."

I could hear her smile over the phone as she listened to my confession. Then she replied.

"Ditto for me Jordan, you really rocked my world tonight. I can't remember ever cumming that intensely before. You knew the right amount of pressure to use on all my body parts and you nearly kept me in orbit the entire time."

This time it was my turn to smile. It made me tingle to think that I had that kind of affect on that sexy woman. I remember telling her that I really wanted to see her again and that I'd call her very soon, yet even as I uttered those words I wondered exactly how I intended to pull it off with my growing social calendar and my list of commitments. We both had things we had to do so we said good night one more time before we finally hung up and then I added her number in my cell phone directory. 

The next call was going to be a little more difficult because of the lateness of the hour. I was almost tempted not to make it at all, but then I found myself dialing Debbie's number and then I heard the phone ring four times before she finally picked up. By the sound of her voice I knew immediately that she had been asleep and I felt terrible for waking her.

"Hey Debbie, it's me. I'm so sorry that I called you so late. Just go back to sleep before you fully wake up and I'll see you in the morning." I said, and I could tell she was too sleepy to really argue with me and I was glad of that. I heard her mumble a very sleepy sounding "Okay baby," and I then I pushed the 'End' button on the phone to terminate the call.

I quietly lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling and I began to reassess everything that had happened to me today. It was a day clearly like no other I had ever experienced in my life and if someone would have told me a week ago this would happen to me I would have given them a drug test. I made love with three different women in one day. Someone pinch me.

Then for the first time in my life I was overwhelmed by massive feelings of guilt. I'd never thought about it all earlier because of how fast everything had been happening to me, but I realized that what occurred tonight between Erika and me, and then later on between Candy and me, was a lot like cheating on Debbie. Oh fuck, just listen to me ramble on like a self-serving fool; I can't even convince myself. Strike all that, it wasn't a lot like cheating, it was exactly cheating.

Before you think the worst of me, first know that I never had a real relationship before in my life and now that I had found someone who excited me in so many ways I didn't really know how to properly act. The horrible reality for me was that now I had three someones who were all making me crazy and in truth I thought that I wanted each one.

Okay, please don't hate me for what I've turned into. I'm really trying my best to get through this ordeal and although I don't make any excuses for my behavior, I honestly think there's a rational explanation. I think it all stems from years of no or low self esteem coupled with massive sexual repression. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I had no doubt that I was madly in love with Debbie, but would that alone be enough for me or for us. And as I looked up at the ceiling I knew two things seemed like an absolute certainty to me. First, I had every intention of being with Erika tomorrow night at her house. And second, I also knew that I really wanted to make love to Candy again.

I sighed and realized that tomorrow would be another day and I'd just have to think about it then.

I didn't sleep well again, but this time it was probably for the wrong reasons. I woke about twenty minutes earlier than my usual ungodly rising time of 4:40 and donned my running outfit. After what I saw Erika wearing yesterday I knew I'd never look at these clothes the same way again. Then I headed out into total darkness. 

Jogging is such a universal health aid. I would probably still brave the Houston humidity to do it just because of the way it makes my body look, but it also is one of the best ways to clean out the cobwebs in my mind and help me look at things in an entirely different light. All that said, this time it did absolutely nothing to help me come up with a solution for the situation I was now in.

I did six miles in about forty one minutes and then I walked the last two hundred yards back to my parents' house trying to lower my respiration rate. Several minutes later I was on the front lawn doing my two hundred sit-ups when my dad came out on his way to work. I was as wet as I was yesterday, so he leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head again and then stepped around me on his way to his car.

I had started running much earlier today so when I realized my dad was already leaving for work I got somewhat disoriented and wondered where my extra time went to. I stopped my sit-ups and looked at him before he was inside his car. "Daddy, are you going to work earlier than usual?"

He threw his sack lunch on the front seat of his car and leaned on the roof of the car and glanced at me as I sat upright on the grass staring at him. "Yeah baby, it's only five twenty, I have to go in a little earlier today. Have a great day." 

And then he drove off.

I headed into the house about ten minutes later and I went straight into the kitchen to replenish my fluids. Elaine was sitting in her bathrobe at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand watching me. She didn't say a word, but she had a smile on her face. I could tell she had been reading the newspaper.

"Good morning Elaine." I said, as I finished my first glass of water and immediately began refilling the glass from the tap. My breathing was finally starting to reach my normal respiration rate.

She just continued to smile at me and I smiled back at her again as I soon refilled the glass for a third and final time. My mother often drifts in and out of this maternal mood of hers, more often out than in actually, but when she's in that mood she acts so proud of me. I always knew when the mood has overtaken her, because she'll just stare at me beaming without saying a word, with this "I can't believe I created her" look on her face. It used to weird me out, but now that I'm older I think I can actually understand it, sort of.

I headed to the bathroom and started the water running into the tub. It would have normally been a shower day for me today but I needed to shave again so I was baby smooth for tonight's activity with Erika. I remembered how the experience played out yesterday and I smiled, and then headed back to the kitchen to see if my barber was available.

It's a damn good thing that Elaine is not one of those people who read every word in the paper or she'd be there all day. If you could see her doing her little newspaper thing it would really make you chuckle. She'll read a paragraph, look up and think about it for a minute or two, then she'll return her attention to the paper to move on to the next paragraph. When I got back to the kitchen I could tell that I caught her in the middle of a thought process that was just begging to be interrupted.

"Hey, Elaine." I said, just loud enough to get her attention, but not loud enough to startle her.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Hey baby, how was your run?"

"Hot and sweaty, as always. I was just going to take another bath and shave my pussy again for tonight. You did such a great job yesterday on it I was wondering if you'd like to volunteer for the job again today."

We stared at each other for a long minute. There was no telling what was going through her mind after what had happened between us in the tub yesterday, but I just wanted to act as normal as possible and see where her head was at today. She took a sip from her coffee, but she never took her eyes off of me. Finally she spoke.

"I'd love to do that for you again baby, go ahead in the bathroom and I'll join you in a few minutes." She finally said.

She put her coffee cup back up to her lips and took another sip. I smiled at her and headed back towards the bathroom, just in time to turn off the water before it reached the safety overflow drain. Now do you see what I meant earlier about working with my dad? How many women know stuff like that? I've even been in Home Depot!

I pulled off my dripping wet Chi Omega t-shirt, my shorts and socks and then I stepped into the tub. The water was about ninety degrees, which was about as hot as I could ever handle it. I'm definitely not your typical hot tub kind of girl. Sitting in one hundred ten degree water of my own volition is definitely not my idea of a good time.

I washed my body and hair waiting for my gal Friday to arrive, but as of yet she was a no show, so I started on my legs. I shaved them yesterday and I didn't think they actually needed it again, but I planned to do some serious rubbing up against Erika tonight and I knew she would be absolutely perfect.

Elaine's timing was excellent. Just as I finished my legs she pushed the door open and came inside. "Sorry baby, I was in the middle of an article and the time just got away from me."

I smiled at her. "That's okay Elaine; I already took care of all the easy stuff. You're just in time."

She came over to the tub and kneeled down and the motion caused her bathrobe to separate slightly and I was treated to a rather candid view of my mother's rather perfectly sized boobs, which I knew to be a 36C.

I think I may have already mentioned how terribly immodest I am around my parents. Whatever modesty I may have had at one time was now long gone. Elaine tries to behave herself when my dad is around, but when it's just us girls she's not too guarded. So when her robe spread apart revealing most of her boobs it wasn't something I hadn't seen before or something she felt the need to cover up. 

Elaine took the razor and first soaped my pubic area using a bar of soap and then she launched into the task at hand. As she performed her magic I leaned back and closed my eyes loving every bit of the attention. Then we began to chat, well actually she did the chatting and I answered only when it was absolutely necessary.

In many respects it all played out much like it did yesterday. Elaine did a masterful job shaving me and just like yesterday she seemed to be in contact with my clit the entire time. She rubbed across it more often than she needed to and she would hold my lips carefully to shave around them without injuring me. Yesterday all the contact sort of weirded me out, but today I was not only prepared for it, I was also looking forward to it, so I just laid back and enjoyed it.

After about ten minutes I started seriously biting my bottom lip and I knew I was getting very aroused. I moved back in the tub slightly and spread my legs a little further and I knew I was getting pretty close to a climax.

I opened my eyes and I saw that my mother had put the razor down on the side of the tub and was rubbing my clit with one hand and pinching her nipple with her free hand. I just stared at the site for an instant thinking how incredibly erotic it all appeared to me.

As Elaine continued to masterfully manipulate me I felt my legs parting to be sure she had all the room she needed. I let my eyes open slightly and I watched her other hand skillfully massage and pinch her own nipple. I moved my hand to her breasts and when I touched her hand her eyes opened and they were immediately drawn to mine.

"Let me momma." I said, replacing her hand with mine. She moved her hand away and smiled at me as I moved it onto her breast.

Now Elaine was able to focus her complete attention on my pussy, which was exactly the way I wanted it. As she did, I continued to replicate the attention she was giving to her nipples, but I suspect I was probably pinching them just a little harder than she was probably used to and I began hearing soft little moans emanating from her.

As Elaine sensed that my pending climax was closing in all around me I could feel her increase the pace. Elaine was much better at reading me today than she was yesterday and she knew when I was about ready to spasm. Her intensity had been slowly increasing over the last several minutes and when she sensed I was about there she grabbed my clit and began to massage it between her thumb and index finger. All that pressure centered on all those nerve endings caused a small explosion within me as the first climax rocked my body.

As I felt it I opened my eyes and looked for something to put into my mouth. There, only inches away, were my mother's breasts – the same breasts that nursed me for the first several months of my life. While my body continued to spasm I moved my head to the side of the tub and started suckling on my mother's nearest nipple. It was not Elaine's nipple; this was definitely my momma's nipple. 

I had no idea whether I surprised her or not by what I did, but I felt her hand move over my head as she gently stroked my hair and then I felt her body go through a similar drill. I had enough presence of mind to realize my mother was actually having an orgasm.

To try and help her along I stopped suckling on her nipple and started to lightly bite it and treat it just a little rougher. I immediately felt an appropriate response from her body that I suspected was definitely favorable.

So there we were, me convulsing in the tub leaning over the side and biting my mother's erect nipple, while my mother continued to play with my clit in the midst of her own orgasm. And then we remained in that position for several minutes afterwards until our bodies finally calmed down.

I put my arms around her and squeezed her tightly and told her that I loved her. She wrapped her arms around me as well and then responded in kind.

"I love you too baby. I'm so glad that we can be close like this."

I didn't want to analyze what we just did or think about it beyond the immediate pleasure it brought us and the renewed closeness we each felt. I didn't think I wanted to make a habit out of making love to my mother, but if I was going to move out to Debbie's house this weekend I didn't think that was a genuine risk anyway.

When we slowly pushed apart I kissed her and smiled at her. I didn't want any feelings of guilt or remorse plaguing her after I went to work. Then I gave my pussy the old Q.A. test and once again I was very satisfied; another wonderful job by my own personal barber.

I dried off and went to my room, where I blow-dried my hair and put on some makeup. I thought I'd be a little more daring today, so I opted for red lipstick. My nails had grown fairly long since I moved back from Austin and I really wanted to put polish on them, but I didn't have the time so I dropped the bottle of red nail polish in my purse and went to my closet to select my outfit.

I picked out a nice jeans skirt that landed about mid-thigh on me and a red spaghetti strap top that really clung tightly to my torso. I went rooting though my closet and found my five inch pair of red Candies that I knew would be a perfect match for my top. I stepped into my shoes and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad Jordan, not bad at all.

I grabbed my purse and my Victoria Secret bags and I was on my way.

I pulled into the parking lot at about 7:10 and I immediately spotted Debbie heading towards my car. Our eyes met before she arrived and we were smiling at each other. I unlocked the passenger side door and she slid in and she was wearing her cranberry lipstick. I immediately fell into her arms and we kissed like teenagers in heat.




Jordan Spins Out of Control



I was almost disappointed she didn't try and do more, but after what happened yesterday I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised. She pulled back and looked at my lips.

"Mmmm, very flattering. I really like that color on you a lot." She said.

Two women who are both wearing lipstick and then wind up kissing each other can feel highly sensual, but it can also be a little messy. So I cleaned her face with a tissue and then she cleaned mine and then we both reapplied our lipstick and then headed in the direction of the school.

I was feeling a little bit playful so as we were walking I grabbed Debbie's hand, so that we could walk into school hand-in-hand like a normal couple. I didn't think she'd go for the idea, but her reaction was far worse than I could ever have anticipated. 

Debbie was to loving a person not to let me take her hand and for about two minutes we were actually walking towards the building holding hands, but the look I saw in her eyes didn't warm my heart. It was almost like she was silently pleading with me to release her. I knew that it certainly wasn't the fact that she didn't care about our relationship, but I think she hadn't worked it all out in her mind yet and she didn't want to spring it on anyone in a move that might later be described as pure shock value. I implicitly understood her concerns and I released my hold on her hand. Her expression of relief was all the thanks I needed.

Friday was just another weird day for me. I started off the day trying to keep a low profile. After sailing through my busy morning schedule I knew Debbie would probably expect me in her classroom again around lunchtime, so I didn't want to disappoint her. 

I headed over there wondering how I would handle the inquiry I was about to get from her, but once I got there it sort of handled itself. I knocked and went into her classroom and closed and locked the door behind me.

She looked up from her physics textbook and smiled at me. Then she dropped her pen into the book to mark her place and closed the book and pushed it aside.

"I'm sorry I was so out of it when you called last night. I had a pretty bad headache and I crashed early. When I woke up this morning I barely even remembered that you called me."

I know I must have sighed in relief, but I tried not to be terribly obvious about it.

"Don't give it a thought, babe. Listen, I wanted to let you know that Lisa and Erika will be coming over tomorrow night. I promise you that it's going to be really special and I even bought a special outfit for the occasion, but I have to finish getting ready for it tonight, so after school you probably won't see me again until tomorrow at about seven."

She feigned her best pouty expression, but then smiled. "All that effort for your middle-aged girlfriend who doesn't even want to hold your hand in public; I'm not sure I deserve it."

I leaned over and kissed her and she put her hands around my head and started to pull me towards her. The motion found me in a slightly awkward position and it caused me to almost lose my balance in the higher heels I was wearing. At the last minute Debbie had to steady me or I would have fallen head-first into her.

"Oh sorry baby, that was so stupid of me." She offered in her most contrite manner.

I just smiled at her and kicked my shoes off, before I fell down. Then I slowly lowered myself to my knees before her, like some pagan paying homage to the god of beauty. Debbie immediately knew what I was up to and I could see the excitement begin to build in her beautiful brown eyes.

I moved her thighs apart and pushed her skirt up towards her waist, delighted to see that underwear would not be an issue today. Now her entire pubic area was fully available to me and I just looked at her for an instant wanting to capture her natural beauty. If I didn't know better I'd swear I was looking at the body of a twenty year old. Debbie was absolutely gorgeous and she seemed to be even more beautiful to me lately.

I moved my head between her thighs and slowly began to gently kiss the outside folds of skin. I felt Debbie gasp as soon as my mouth made contact with her pussy and I heard the first of what I knew would be an endless series of sensual moans escaping between her lips.

I felt Debbie's hands on my head and I smiled. I knew those hands would take charge as soon as she got close and I had no trouble surrendering to her when the time was right. In fact, I actually preferred it that way.

We only had about forty-five minutes before the next class so I knew I would not be able to spend all the time pleasuring her that I really wanted. After about ten or fifteen minutes I moved from the outside of her pussy to the inside, as I sucked her clit into my mouth and applied a gentle rolling action across her clit with my tongue. Then I would alternate the stimulation I was providing by forcing my tongue as far as possible inside her, greedily licking up all the fluids that she was generating. 

The moans began to come more frequently and then more loudly, as I felt Debbie gradually start to direct my head into her crotch with a little more enthusiasm. It made me smile to see her get so excited and I was only too glad to provide as much pressure in that area as she needed.

I continued to increase my intensity and then I used my hands to pull her outer lips apart so that I could delve even deeper into the inner most recesses of her sexual center. She immediately sensed what I was doing and automatically tried to help me reach my goal, which I think is sometimes to literally climb inside her.

By now I had been performing my magic on Debbie for nearly thirty minutes and I knew I could not linger too much longer or we'd really be up against the clock. As I continued to feel Debbie hanging on the brink, I pulled back slightly and finally sucked her clit into my mouth, while at the same instant inserting my finger deep into her tight little ass. Just like our first time together, that slight anal penetration was the catalyst Debbie needed and then her ejaculate sprayed me right in the face, causing my own orgasm to surge through me.

I pressed my face against Debbie's crotch with as much pressure as I could mount, trying to insure that her climax would not be interrupted. With my free hand I inserted a finger inside my own pussy and began to stimulate myself, as my orgasm continued through me at a somewhat calmer pace than it did earlier with Elaine. It wasn't the kind that sent me into orbit, but rather it just curled my toes and made me feel wonderful all under.

Sensing the reduced spasms that were coming from Debbie's body I diminished my activity level until I was planting soft wet kisses all around her labia. This post arousal technique had become a favorite of mine and it seemed so appropriate right after oral sex, since it helped my partner come back down to Earth following a blissful climax. 

Then Debbie opened her eyes and tried to talk, but I reached up and put my fingers over her mouth. The gesture was intended solely to silence her and preserve her energy, but she immediately could smell herself on my fingers and began sucking them into her mouth in the most incredibly erotic manner, nearly identical to the way she did during our first night together. I knew if she did that for another minute we would be in deep trouble. Our time was running out and a locked classroom in the middle of the day right after lunchtime would be a red flag to any of the Assistant Vice Principals who was stalking the halls.

As hard as it was for me to stop her, I had to remind her that the lunch period was nearly over and we had to get it together. She reluctantly released my fingers and I stood up in my bare feet and pulled a handful of Kleenex from a box on her desk and wiped my face off. I slipped my shoes on and then leaned over to kiss her before I headed off to the faculty bathroom to clean up properly and put on some more lipstick.

By the luck of the draw I originally had a really bizarre class schedule that had me teaching four classes before lunch. It would have been a stroke of good fortune for it to stay that way, but then I was drafted by the Principal to teach the Anatomy honors class at the very end of the day. All-in-all I didn't mind it very much since I wouldn't be able to leave the school after my classes anyway, but that did leave me with an hour of free time after lunch ended until my Anatomy class began. Debbie, on the other hand, taught two classes before lunch and two afterwards.

I worked on preparing for my two Chemistry classes for about forty minutes as I painted my fingernails a deep red color to match my lipstick. As I glanced up at the clock and saw that the bell would ring in about two minutes, I knew that I had time to run to the office before the crowds cluttered the hallway and check my mailbox.

I was so proud that I actually had a box in the office with my name on it, but I wasn't used to it yet and so far Debbie was always bringing me my mail. Today I thought it was about time for me to reciprocate.

I was slightly embarrassed that I had to ask one of the admin clerks in the office where the mailboxes were located, but she just smiled at me and pointed me in the right direction instead of making me feel terribly ignorant. I collected the items that were in my box and then went up the alphabet till I found 'Masters, Debra." I collected the items that were in her box as well and then I headed back towards my classroom as the bell rang and the chaos began. Now it would take me two or three minutes longer, but what the heck, it's not like I'd needed a pass if I was late.

When I reached my classroom I went inside and noticed that about half of the students were already seated. I put my mail down on the desk and headed next door to give Debbie her stuff.

In retrospect I didn't have one pressing reason why I decided to bring her mail to her at that instant, instead of at the end of the day. But I did and I realized when I entered her classroom that I'd never been there before when her students were present. Debbie was seated at her desk absorbed in her text book as the students filtered in and I didn't want to disturb her. I placed her mail on the desk without saying a word and then I turned to leave and that was when it hit me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the incredibly attractive senior who was sitting in the third seat on the first row by the door apparently reading the same textbook that Debbie was reading. She was dressed very different from the last time I saw her – almost conservative in appearance, and her long auburn hair was now in a long pony tail, but I would have recognized Candy anywhere.

I stopped before I reached the door and looked at her, almost as if I was mentally confirming the identification, but there was absolutely no doubt about it. I don't know why I stood there staring at her as I did. I guess to say I was surprised would be an understatement. It wasn't that she lied about who she was, it just never came up and I never thought to ask her. But the truth is, under the florescent lighting I thought she looked even more beautiful than she did under the subdued lights in the store last night.

I was about to make my getaway when she looked up from her book and our eyes met. She also recognized me immediately and as she did she smiled at me, as if nothing in the world was wrong. I guess out of reflex I smiled back at her, but then I headed out the door and back towards my classroom.

I was about halfway to the classroom when I heard my name called and I recognized that voice right away. I instinctively turned around and saw Candy coming towards me from Debbie's classroom. I knew if I didn't stop and wait for her there might even be a scene, so I waited for her to approach me.

She was all smiles as she stepped very close to me and then we were suddenly so close that I could almost feel her breath on my face. I could feel that my heart was beating faster in my chest just smelling her close to me again.

I damn well now that it's a career ending move to get involved with a student. Strangely enough I felt I could justify it with Erika, since she is . . . well, since she's Erika and I just couldn't help myself and anyone on the planet who wasn't blind would consider that a sound explanation and they would totally understand. But now I found myself in a really delicate situation. Now I was with another student and I had no idea how to deal with it all.

Yet even as I pondered that question, I looked into those eyes and remembered the incredible passion I shared with this beautiful woman hours earlier. I remember loving everything about her. I found her witty, funny, sensual, exciting and our chemistry together was truly wonderful. There just had to be a way for this to all work out.

She leaned in towards me and whispered to me in that incredible Stevie Nicks voice of hers. "I would give anything to take you in my arms right now and kiss you Jordan."

I never imagined that a woman could make me so wet by just talking to me, but that was exactly what was happening to me now. I couldn't help the way I was feeling and I really wanted to take her in my arms as well, but fortunately good sense – a rare commodity for me lately, seemed to prevail.

"Listen baby, what you and I had together last night, and what we may or may not ever have again, needs to stay separate and far out of this school, okay. Otherwise I will be on the outside looking in. I'll call you on your cell later so we can talk, but what we had together – what we have together definitely needs to be our little secret. Understand?"

I knew she wasn't taking Physics to kill an extra hour on her schedule, this girl was extremely bright. She smiled at me and gave me a look that left no doubt that she clearly understood my message. She backed up a step and gave me a little space and then smiled.

"I'll see you later, Ms. Peters." And then she headed back to Debbie's classroom. And as she did I could not resist watching that body move back down the hallway and feeling a stirring inside me remembering all the pleasure that it gave me last night.

My god, what in the world was happening to me? This had never been what I was about before, yet now I feel as if I'm totally losing control. For a woman who was barely sexually active in college, now opportunity is coming at me from all directions. I just did not understand it, but I knew now was not the time to worry about it.

I got into my classroom just as the bell sounded. I was surprised that even Erika and Lisa beat me in today, but today did turn out to be a day of surprises.

For those interested let me just say that the two vixens did not disappoint me in their glad rag attire either. Lisa, who seems to favor black, was wearing a pair of black pants and a long sleeve pink top and a black vest. It was really very attractive on her and accentuated her large breasts, but a little more conservative than I'd seen on her the first two days of class. 

She was also wearing her black platforms with the open back and seven inch heels. She had large gold hoops dangling from her ears and her lips were red and her eye shadow was white with glitter. She had her hair pinned up and I thought it made her look like she was about twenty five instead of eighteen. She smiled at me when we made eye contact and I returned her smile.

Erika was wearing a tight fitting black top with spaghetti straps that really seemed to hug her body, revealing the fact that there was no bra anywhere to be found under there, so her nipples could not have been any more defined and my body reacted to the visual treat.

She wore a pair of black shorts very similar to the ones Lisa wore yesterday and the very recognizable camel toe imprint was there for all to see. She was wearing a pair of black leather boots that rode up barely past her knees with no platform soul and about a four inch heel. The outfit looked very hot on her and even made me wonder if she was going for some sort of a dominatrix theme, which did nothing to help my mental state one bit.

The class went well for me and I felt as if we were actually starting to get in a grove. It was becoming fun for the students, which in turn made it better for everyone. I was glad to teach an honors' class and knew the students would keep me on my toes. It was not very different from the honors' classes years earlier when I was a student here. These were the students who were your characteristic over achievers, your Summa Cum Laude graduates to be. It would be from these ranks that tomorrow's state and community leaders would emerge and I just hoped that one day someone would remember me with same degree of fondness as I felt for Debbie and her classes. I guess that's really what teaching is all about. 

Just one final note about class for this freaky Friday: Erika remains a real enigma to me. She continues to react very differently to me and it stared the day after I sucked on her fingers until I had an orgasm. Then yesterday we had an incredible time together and we'd be together again tonight, and as the closeness between us continued, the way she looked at me seemed to slowly change. It softened and became gentler or maybe the best term to use would be loving or even lustful. Maybe I misread her entirely; maybe she is capable of having a meaningful relationship with someone. Suddenly I felt duplicitous wondering if that someone could even be me.

After class was over Erika pressed a note into my hand as she followed Lisa out the door. I waited till they were both out of the room and then I read it. 'Jordan, please call me on my cell at seven and I'll give you directions to my house. My father is out of town tonight, so it will just be you and me. You can stay the entire night if you like. E.'

I sat at my desk reading that note over and over again. It was almost like an angel came down and handed me a key to heaven. I don't recall ever being more excited about something in my entire life. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about being with that woman again and now it will be for the entire night.

Despite the distraction I stayed in my classroom and tried to finish some work I was doing for my chemistry class for the following week. It was so difficult to concentrate, but I plodded on. I was glad I used to help Debbie get ready for her classes when I was a senior, or I would never have imagined that there was so much out of class time required for this teaching thing.

Debbie came by about four forty-five to check on me and her usual attentiveness really made me smile. She asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with her or whether that would cause a problem for my schedule. I looked at the clock on the wall and I knew I had plenty of time. I also missed being with her over the past day and I really needed a Debbie fix, so I agreed.

We ate at Golden Coral, an inexpensive buffet and I insisted on paying. It was actually a bit strange for me because the entire time I was reminded that this was my very first date with Debbie as lovers and it felt really good to be out with her. I mean, it wasn't that we were really out – out, there was no touching or anything else that would disclose to the world that we were a couple and I realized I was a little sad about that. I watched other couples come and go and I wanted that kind of intimacy with her all the time.

When we finished eating I followed her to her house and we sat in her yard and drank some iced tea and just talked about us. It was not our usual light conversation. I found myself getting deeper with her than ever before.

"Debbie, tell me what life will be like for us if I move in with you." I asked.

"If you move in with me . . . I thought you were moving in with me." She said without directly looking at me.