0 comments/ 51632 views/ 2 favorites Reunion By: Chopper I hadn't heard from Susan for almost twenty years on that Friday morning she called me at my office. We met back in the seventies while we were roommates at a drug rehabilition facility. While there we shared a brief affair. There was an immediate sexual tension between us from the time we met. Susan was a beautiful young woman, with short dark hair, brown eyes and smooth dark skin. She was twenty six and single. I was twenty nine, married to a college professor, the only man I had ever slept with. We had two children, a ten year old son and a seven year old daughter. I was an account executive with a large advertising firm, working under a lot of pressure and stress and that had led to my being hooked on tranquilizers. This was my first and only experience with another woman and it was incredible. We had entered rehab on the same day and were assigned to the same room. We began to get to know each other as the days went by. Susan told me she had never been married and really didn't have marriage in her future plans. She had been through a pretty tough life. Susan had been abused by her stepfather starting when she was fourteen. "I took it for two years and then when I was sixteen I ran away from home," Susan told me. "After that I lied about my age and got a job as a dancer in a pretty grungy topless bar. That's how I got started in the business and on drugs." I asked how she got here and she told me she was dealing and was also hooked on a variety of pills. "I got busted for dealing and it was either this or go to jail." Everyone had a job to do besides all of the counseling we went through. Susan and I were given the task of keeping the small library in order and that's where it all started. We had been in rehab for about two weeks when late one afternoon we were both on our knees putting books back on the bottom shelves. I reached to place a book back at the same time that she did and our hands touched. Susan grasped my hand and didn't let go. Her eyes gazed into mine. She then took my face into her hands. "I've wanted to do this from the day we met." Pulling my lips to hers she kissed me gently at first. Her lips felt so soft on mine as she parted my lips and pushed her tongue in touching mine. "Have you ever made love to another woman?" "No have you?" "Yes, many times." "Are you a lesbian?" "No, I don't like to label myself. I like men and women, I consider myself just sexual and I want you very badly." We started kissing very deeply again. Susan moved her hand to my breast and squeezed gently. We kept on kissing as Susan explored by body, her hands moving from my breasts to my ass and finally massaging between my legs. It was a feeling I had never experienced before. "Someone's coming," I said pulling away from her, and just as I did the door opened and Dr. Bremmer walked in. "You ladies better get a move on or you'll be late for dinner. "We quickly jumped up and headed for the dining hall. Our hospital was heavily monitored so after that we stole kisses and caress whenever we could, mostly on the grounds or the library since that was the only room we knew of that wasn't watched closely. "I've got to have you soon", Susan whispered to me one night as we talked in our beds in the darkness. "I know", I said. "There's a small pond I've heard about a half mile from here", Susan told me. "We can walk down there after dinner tomorrow night and make love, but we won't have a lot of time." "Works for me," I said. The next night we hurriedly ate dinner and set out for the woods to the pond. There was a nice trail leading to the water and after we were out of sight of prying eyes Susan took my hand Scared?" she asked me "Yeah, a little." The area around the pond was lovely, with pine trees surrounding it, and a soft carpet of pine straw cushioning our feet. We had worn only tee shirts with no bras or panties and with the night being a little cool you could see our nipples hardening. "I hate this but this will have to be a quickie, so lets get out of these clothes." I agreed and we stripped. Susan laid me down on a blanket of pine needles and gave me a penetrating kiss. She then moved to my breasts, giving each one little licks and bites. It felt so good. And then for the first time I felt a woman's hand on my bare pussy. I was already wet and slippery. All of a sudden her head was between my legs working her magic with her talented tongue. I came almost at once. "Oh god that felt so good Susan." "You like huh?' "Oh yes, now its my turn." I pulled her to my lips and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her. I started in on her breasts, circling her nipples with my tongue, trying to emulate her technique. "My god are you sure you haven't done this to another woman before?" "Haven't even come close." I slipped down to her cunt and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to perform oral sex with another woman, I loved it. She tasted and smelled so delicious. It was over for her very quickly for her too. We got dressed and headed back to our room. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, except good and wanting more. That was our only chance to go all the way as they say during our stay at rehab. I was released and headed home to my family. Susan said she was moving to Wisconsin as soon as she got out. We promised to write, which Susan did a couple of times but I never answered her letters. All these scenes played in my head as my administrative assistant put the call through. "Janet, this is Susan, surprised to hear from me?" I didn't respond for a couple of seconds. "Good grief yes, where in the world are you?" "I'm right here in town and I want to see you." Again I was quiet, feeling a little uneasy. "Jeez Susan, I don't know if we should." "Come on. Just for old times sake." "I'm not sure what you want, but I have a pretty good idea and I don't think I should." "Come on, I just want to see you and talk, that's all." Somehow I doubted this. "Okay, but just for an hour or so, where are you staying?" "At the Gateway Inn, room 316, can you be here about nine in the morning?" "I'll be there." "Can't wait, see you then." She sounded jubilant as she hung up. My husband knew about my affair with Susan and has begged me to have a threesome with another woman, but I just haven't had the desire to do that. I enjoy looking at beautiful women, and even like to watch two women make love on adult tapes or in the movies and find that it tends to make me wet. I didn't arrive home until about seven that night. My husband Tim had already eaten and was working in his study. I looked in and asked, "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" "Yeah, I'll be grading papers in my office most of the day. Why?' "Well if you're going to be busy, I'm going shopping with Gwen," hating myself for lying. "No, no that's fine, no problem, just bring her home with you for a threesome." He never stopped trying. I curled up in bed and tried to do some work on one of my accounts but couldn't concentrate, so I put it away and tried to sleep. I had trouble falling asleep thinking about the time Susan and I had together twenty years earlier. I finally fell into a troubled sleep and had erotic dreams all night. Saturday morning. The time was here. I got out of bed and showered and with each passing minute I began to feel more and more excited. I went downstairs and found Tim in the kitchen. "How about I fix you a big breakfast?" God, I never fixed a big breakfast. "Nah, don't bother, I'll pick up something at Mickey D's and eat at work."" "Okay, I'm going to get dressed and go on. "I put on just a blouse and jeans with tennis shoes and headed out. Driving to the hotel I felt a little tingle between my legs. "My god what am I doing" I thought to myself. I reached over and tuned to my favorite oldies station. Do that to me one more time by the Captain and Tenille was playing and I remembered that was the way I felt after the first time with Susan. I drove in the hotel parking garage and turned off the ignition. I sat there for a little while debating whether to turn around and go back home and just forget it. "No, I do want to see her", I told myself. I got out of the car and headed for her room. As I approached the room once again there was that tingling in my pussy. After a slight hesitation I knocked. Susan opened the door and she was as beautiful as ever. There was one change. Her hair was no longer short, now it was much longer, coming down over her shoulders. She was still very slender. She pulled me in the door and hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad to see you, you can't imagine how glad". We entered the small room and I settled myself into a chair at the table next to the window. Susan propped herself on the bed. She was wearing a tight, very short leather skirt with a mans white dress shirt, and she made it obivious that she was not wearing panties. We talked for a while catching up on our lives. Susan was still single, still a topless dancer and most important, free of drugs. While we talked I felt my eyes darting for a look between her legs more than once. I felt my pussy juicing up, and my breathing getting heavier. "You know I don't have any panties on don't you," Susan said. "Yes," I whispered. "You're looking at my pussy aren't you." "Yes." "Come get on the bed with me". I did as she said and slid beside her on the king size bed. She began kissing me softly. I didn't respond at first, not until she slipped her tongue into my mouth and was circling her tongue with mine. She slowly undid my blouse and removed my bra. She was sucking, licking and biting my hardened nipples. She easily slipped out of her shirt and was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not big by any means, but they were beautiful with huge nipples. She pulled my lips to her chest and it was my turn to bite, chew and lick her boobs. Between Susans moaning and the sounds of my sucking, I was getting wetter. "Take your jeans off", she said as she pulled away from me and wriggled out of her skirt. I slid my jeans off and she lay on top of me, kissing me again. Her lips were so soft, so different from a mans. She slid her hands into my panties as she moved her mouth from one nipple to the other. "Oh baby, your pussy is so hot and wet". She continued fingering my cunt with first one finger, then two and then she slipped a third one in. My hips were writhing with desire. She started kissing her way down my stomach like a cat. When she reached the waistband of my panties, she grabbed them on each side and pulled them down over my legs. She then kissed her way back up my legs, licking the insides of my thighs. "Susan please lick my pussy now". "Yes baby, I'm going to take care of your sweet pussy like I've wanted to for the last twenty years". She then ran her tongue all the way down my slit, then back up. Her tongue circled around my clit. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. "It's so good, it's so good", Susan moaned. "And your tongue feels so good", I whimpered back. She ran her tongue deep inside me. My hips were moving up and down so hard she could hardly keep her mouth on me. She then started back on my clit with her mouth and was finger fucking me with two fingers. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh god it feels so good". I came so hard, clinching my legs around Susan's head. It seemed like I came for hours. She sexily raised her body back up mine and kissed me, letting me taste my pussy on her mouth, face and tongue. "You taste so good", she said laying on top of me showering me with light kisses. I was squeezing her ass cheeks and kissing her deeply in return, our tongues rapidly intermingling. "I want to taste your cunt now", I whispered. I turned Susan on her back, kissing and licking her luscious tits. I did this for a very long time and had her begging me to go on down. I did, but still taking a lot of time kissing my way to her bush. "Please, please, fuck me now", Susan begged, her hips humping my face. Still I didn't rush. I lightly teased her cunt with my fingers and mouth until she was mad with desire. Finally I slipped my tongue inside her and started running it in and out of her cunt like a cock. Susan's ass was moving like a jackhammer. Her pussy was so wet that every move my mouth made caused a wicked sounding slurpy sound. I had forgotten how special the taste and smell of a woman was. It felt, tasted and smelled wonderful. "Put all of your fingers inside me", Susan said in a demanding voice. I did as she wanted, letting my mouth concentrate on her clit. Her pussy was so wet that my face was sticky and covered with her love juices. Susan kept screaming for me to do it harder and harder. "Fuck my cunt, lick my pussy, fuck my cunt, lick my pussy "UMMMM Susan its so sweet. "OH baby, you're going to make me come, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, OHHHHH. Susan's moans and screams almost made me come again. I lay between her legs licking her dry, and fondling her breasts for a few minutes before embracing her. We spent the rest of the day pleasuring each other until we were both spent. I left Susan's room late that afternoon, promising to keep in touch. As I drove home I thought to myself that maybe a threesome with my hubby might not be such a bad idea after all. Please give me feedback. First story by chopper. Reunion You are finally coming into town. You said for business, but I don't care what the reason, I am just glad to finally see you. I race to meet you at the restaurant. There are butterflies in my stomach. We have chatted and talked on the phone for so long now. So much flirting and longing to be with you. When I arrive at the restaurant, I see your truck is already there, and I start to feel a little better. When I get inside, I scan the room for you, and see you stand up and motion me over to your table. You've been keeping an eye out for me and you smile as I get close to the table. I try to look nonchalant and relaxed, but that is blown by me dropping my car keys on the floor. When I straightened back up, you are laughing and it all seems right. I sit down across the table from you. My eyes take in your blouse and the four unbuttoned holes that give me such a wonderful view of cleavage. I am instantly turned on and wonder if I should be flattered that you remembered or if that is just the way you usually dress. Your brown skin sexily contrasts against the whiteness of your blouse and the hint of your breast sighing up and down already has my mind churning with new ideas. I still can't believe you are really here. You look at me shyly at first and flash me one of those smiles. That mischievous sparkle in your brown eyes has me spellbound. I can just imagine gazing into them as our faces come close. We get our hellos out of the way; still trying to find that middle ground that makes us comfortable. It seemed so natural on the phone. The words flowed out of ours mouths like babbling brooks. I stick my tongue out at you and you bubble with laughter. Suddenly the walls seem to come down and we find ourselves talking about everything. Our days in the military, and all the stunts we pulled that in hindsight seem funny. I find I can't take my eyes off of you while you are talking. I love looking at your smile and watching your mouth move. Your shoulder length hair, worn straight, and those delicious lips are driving me nuts. I can't wait to run my fingers through your hair as we are lovemaking. I listen to you but half of my mind is off thinking about what it would be like to kiss those sweet lips. We order some food and drinks, but I am really more interested in you than the food. You sense what I have been looking at and smile warmly at me. I shift a little in my seat, trying to get my stiffening cock into a more comfortable position. Your sarcastic nature comes out when I keep staring at you. "What? Do I have something in my teeth?", you say mockingly. "Sorry, I can't help it; I like looking at you." You slip your foot out of your sandal and slide it up in my lap. Laying it on my hard cock, you can feel it pushing through my jeans. I about choke on my Dr. Pepper, and you just smile real big. We both start laughing and before we know it, two hours have passed and we have been lost in conversation. No wonder the waitress has been throwing dirty looks our way. We're keeping one of her tables occupied. "Remind me to leave a big tip or we'll never make it out of here alive."You look at me and say, "You want to get out of here?" "I would love to, but where should we go?" You look at me with this mischievous gleam in your eyes. "You wanna get a hotel room?" I am floored but excited by the prospect. I have been sitting here for the last couple of hours staring at you with the single thought of what it would be like to sleep with you. Paying the bill, we stand up and I fall in behind you. I love watching your ass sashay back and forth. We walk outside and you turn to me. "I have a bit of confession to make Paul." "What's that?" I query. You give me a coy look and tell me, "I already have a hotel room." "Oh really," I say, "Where at? . . . uh, when" "Well I rented it this morning and it's the La Quinta on Vista. So are you up for it?" Ironically, you glance down at the front of my jeans when you ask this last part. We walk to your truck and you open up your door. You turn to face me and find that I am standing very close to you. By the look on your face, I am sure that you didn't expect me to be standing this close. I can't help myself; I have to fulfill an urge that has been on my mind for the last couple of hours. I reach over and take your chin in my hand and move my mouth towards yours. You inhale a little with the sound of shock and try to pull your head back. My head continues toward your face and when our lips touch, you seem to melt. All the resistance seems to go out of you. Your body seems to relax for a minute while I slowly plant tender, gentle kisses on your lips. I have waited so long for this. The months seem to fall away and any reservations we have are thrown out the window. Finally all reserve in me seems to dissolve. I reach my hand behind your neck and pull you close to me. My kisses become firmer and you respond to my probing tongue. Your arms encircle me as your mouth opens to my darting tongue. Our breathing turns to short gasps as we embrace and our passion rages. You stretch out your hand and through my jeans I feel your fingernails run up the length of my shaft. It is hard to keep from cumming in my pants right there. You stop abruptly and turn your back on me to climb up in your truck. Over your shoulder you say, "Follow me!" I was afraid it would take me forever to limp to my car with my cock making a tent in my jeans. The drive to the hotel, though short, was an agonizing one. We seem to hit every red light, and the images of us kissing are tantalizing as they run through my head. The thought of what I will do to you at the hotel has my cock straining to get out and be taken care of. When we arrive, we practically run to your hotel room. I am standing behind you while you fumble for the hotel key and try to get it into the lock. I can't help but lean forward and circle my arms around your waist. As I move close, I can smell your hair and the earthy feminine scent you are emitting. It is such a seductive fragrance. My hands wrap around you just as my lips find the soft skin of your neck. You roll back your head allowing me to kiss all around your neck; and when I kiss your ears, I hear you moan softly. "Oh Paul," you murmur. I reach my hands upward and place my warm hands on your chest. Even through the blouse, I can feel your hard nipples pressing into the bra. I can tell you are enjoying the feeling as you lean further back, pressing against my chest, in order to give me better access. When I lean slightly forward, you feel my hot breath on your ear, as well as my hard cock pressing against your back; you turn your head and press your warm, moist lips to mine. I quickly respond to your kiss and the tenderness has turned to a hunger. I feel your tongue gently pressing against my lips and I slowly let mine slip through. Our tongues start to dance back and forth. Suddenly you remember where we are and you pull away from me. "Hold on Paul. Give me a minute to get the door open and then I am all yours." We are both a little antsy to get into the room. As soon as we get inside the door, you practically slam the door and then round on me pinning me between you and the door. "Okay, now Paul, I want you." You whisper in hushed tones as you move toward me. Gazing into your beautiful brown eyes, I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss. As I go to kiss you though, you pull my polo shirt up over my head and toss it aside. Your hands caress the hair on my chest and your fingers pass over my hardening nipples. "Oh Miriam." My breath catches as your mouth moves forward to take in my left nipple. There is a direct sensory line between my cock and my nipple. If I hadn't been hard before, with your sucking on it, I would be raging hard now. You look up at me with teasing eyes, "You like that huh?" "Hmm hmm" is all I can say. Trailing over, you circle my right nipple with the tip of your tongue, pulling it into your mouth, sucking and occasionally biting it gently. The sensation is exhilarating. When you finally open your eyes again, you smile and lick your lips seductively. You start to kiss your way back up my chest and kiss my neck. My fingers are digging into your back a little as I pull you in close. Your lips brush my earlobe and I sigh in enjoyment. I hear you whisper into my ear, "Are you okay?" Your playfully mocking tone is driving me crazy. My hands find the buttons on your blouse and I undo them all the way down, stopping to pull the shirt-tail out of your jeans. My head has been leaning back against the door and I have been feeling my way around unbuttoning your blouse, but now I look down and your blouse opens to reveal a tiny white bra that can barely hold your swelling breast. I notice the bra unfastens in the front and I quickly undo it. Your ripe, beautiful 36C, brown melons come free. My gaze drawn to the dark areola that highlights your nipple and my hand slides up to cup one of your tits. I start to massage it, feeling the nipple harden in my fingers. As I squeeze the nipple between my fingers, you moan but it is coupled with a sharp gasp of breath. The entire nipple region starts to swell and stand out from the rest of the breast. I cup the front of your left breast with my right hand and use my palm to forcefully massage the breast. The circular motions is turning you on but not as much as when I gradually draw my fingers along the side of your breast until all fingers and thumb are pinching the now hard, excited nipple. I repeat this motion a couple of time and then turn my attention to your right breast. I can feel your excitement growing as your hand drops down to fumble with my zipper. "Oh girl, are you sure?" "Uh huh." You smile wildly and I feel your hands unbuttoning my blue jeans. You reach in and wrap your hand around my rock hard 7 inch cock. I start to moan as you rub it slowly, and I start to massage your tits faster. Suddenly, you pull my throbbing cock out and start to jerk it up and down. The sensation is incredible. "Oh God Miriam. That feels so good." You look down at my cock in your hand and then you start moving down, drawing your tongue across my stomach. Your other hand reaches into my jockeys and cups my swollen balls. As you start to kneel down, I push my jeans down past my hips to give you free access to my straining cock. "Paul, I have been waiting to do this to you. To stare up into your eyes and know that I am giving you so much pleasure." Your beautiful, full lips move around my cock's head and pull it into your mouth, licking the pre-cum off the head. You slowly slide your tongue along the sensitive underside of my cock, licking down my shaft piece by piece, inch by glistening inch. My fingers splayed in your hair as I massage your head. Each time my cock thrust into your mouth, I imagine it is thrusting deep into your wet pussy. "Hmmmm, you taste good" You coo something in Spanish as well and stare up at me from your kneeling position; your eyes, so dark and full of playfulness speak volumes. I love staring into your eyes and I am in heaven to see my white cock being teased by your eloquent brown mouth. Making your way back up my shaft, you swallow the head and slowly descend, pulling my throbbing cock down your slippery throat making me moan and writhe with each of your movements. You slowly start moving your head up and down, building up speed until I cry out. "Oh god Miriam, you've gotta stop or I am going to cum." Removing my cock from your mouth with a popping noise, you look into my eyes with a smile that says, "My turn." You release my cock and stand up slowly, your tits swaying with the motion. I pull my jeans up follow you to toward the bed, your beautiful ass cheeks swinging back and forth. As you walk toward the large bed, you shrug off your shirt and bra. You stop at the bed's side and step out of your jeans. I see your thong white underwear and the wetness that saturates the front of it. I can't wait to see you completely naked. You sit on the edge of the bed as I take off my jeans and jockeys; allowing my fully erect manhood to point at the ceiling. You lick your lips and gently stroke the underside from the base to the head with your fingernails, which causes my cock to jump. "Unh unh, my turn to tease." I sit down next to you, and shift sideways to lay back on the bed with you. I lean over and kiss you with soft kisses on your lips with our tongues only briefly touching. You grab my head and pull me into a kiss that threatens to engulf me. Our mouths part and we bury ourselves deep into each other. We kissed frantically and I can feel your hard nipples on my chest as your breast grinds into me. When we come up for air, I move my mouth down to nuzzle your neck and thread my tongue along your jaw line. You tilt your head back to allow me the most access to your neck. I love the perfumed aroma that tickles my nostrils. I am taking my time to keep you in suspense and try to make it last as long as possible. I kiss my way up your neck and suck on your earlobes. I can hear soft murmuring coming out of your mouth and feel your fingers digging into my back as I suck on your earlobe. I pause for a second and then start to kiss my way down your body. My tongue tracing its downward arc toward your hidden treasures that wait for me below. For a second over your chest. You watch as my thumbs trace lazy circles around your areolas and randomly graze against your nipples. You can tell from my smile that I am planning something good. Your areolas continue to shrink while your nipples become harder and shorter with every rotation of my thumbs. You are starting to squirm already. "Miriam, I love your tits. God, I want to cum all over them, but that will have to wait." My tongue darts out and its tip continues where my thumb left off, only now the circles are becoming smaller and smaller as I work my way to your nipple. A moan escapes your lips as I flick my tongue back and forth across your nipple. Your body shudders as my mouth closes over the softness of your nipple. I roll my lips to take even more of you into my mouth. I can feel your nipple bend to the manipulations of my tongue. It brings me so much pleasure to move it back and forth, twisting it with my tongue. I pull my head back; starting to rise. A gentle sucking keeps your tit with me. Slowly your breast starts to escape from me until just your nipple is in my mouth. I hold it gently between my teeth and I can feel your fingernails digging into my back. "Oh God PAUL, OH GOD" I lower my head a bit and take more of you into my mouth. I start flicking the tip of my tongue against the top of your nipple. The more you respond, the faster I go. I can feel your reaching you point, so I back off a little bit. I release you from my mouth and trace my way across your chest to your other nipple, all the while gazing into your eyes, wanting you, devouring you. Again I take you into my mouth. Savoring how something so hard can be soft. My other hand slides between your thighs and caresses your soaking pussy through your saturated thong. It is soaked with your juices and I can't wait till my cock is covered with them. I move down across your stomach and I can hear your sharp intake of breath as I get closer and closer to your belly button. I slide my tongue into your belly button and tongue fuck it till I feel you tremble again. Grabbing the waist of your thong, I slide it down over your parted legs and drop it to the floor. I stare at your sweetly shaved pussy and inhale that intoxicating scent. You scoot to the edge of the bed where your legs are dangling off the bed as I start to kneel on the floor. "Miriam, I can't wait to taste you." I say as I stare at your shaved pussy. I move my head down between your legs and slowly kiss the inner sides of your thighs. I can see that your pussy lips are slightly parted with your wetness. I slide a finger inside of you and you moan and convulse. I can feel your wetness on my finger and know that you are close. I kiss down your left thigh until I get to your knee only stopping for a brief second to kiss the back of your knee. You keep trying to pull my head up and plant it between your legs, but I want to play a little bit longer. I move my mouth to your right knee and start my way back up toward your pussy. I stop at your beautiful slit and start to flick my tongue out to lick it. I see your engorged clit waiting for me to suck on it like another nipple. I decide to end your suffering and slide my mouth over your clit sucking on it. You start to writhe back and forth and the scent that is coming out is so tantalizing. I hungrily start to lap up your flowing juices which taste as sweet as honey and you make me even hornier as you begin to moan louder. I glance up at you and I see you forcefully pinching your nipples and your head is rolling from side to side. I increase the pressure of my tongue on your wet cunt, focusing on your clit. I can tell you are so close to having an earth shattering orgasm and I don't want to stop. I want so much to please you. As I lap at your wetness, your hips thrust up to meet my movements. Running my tongue up and down your slit, nipping at your clit on each downward stroke, you go crazy as I thrust my tongue into your love hole. You suddenly let out a scream that is loud enough to break the windows, and you drench my face with your sweet tasting nectar. "Oh my god, Paul. Please don't stop." You say through ragged breaths. As I stand up, I can tell you are still enjoying the throes of your orgasm. Your hands are on your tits, and your eyes are still closed, and your breathing is heavy. The bed between your legs is soaked with the overflow of your pussy juice. You recover and reach up and take my hand and pull me to the bed beside you. You push me back on the bed and take my hardness in your hand, straddling me as you rub your wet cunt against it. You plunge yourself on my cock, taking the full length inside you all at once. I can feel the tight walls of your pussy clamp on and massage every inch. As you begin to piston up and down, your tits bounce with each stroke. Your facial expression is one of pure ecstasy; forehead tense, eyes closed, and lips pursed. "Oh God Paul, you are so hard. Fuck me hard." You pant as you ride up and down on my stiff cock. "Fuck me Paul, Fuck me!" As you talk dirty, you continue to bounce up and down on me. With each thrust I reach farther and farther inside your pussy. You arch your back and scream my name. "Pauuuuuuuuuuul" I grab your hips and grunt as I thrust all the way to the hilt. I reach up and grab your tits and tweak your nipples, causing you to moan loudly. I can feel my balls tightening as you continue to ride my cock. I move my hands back to your hips and feel your pussy go all the way to the tip of my cock. I keep thrusting up with my hips to meet your every stroke. I love how tight and warm your wet pussy is. You lean forward to change the angle of my cock inside of you and your beautiful brown globes dangle in my face. I can feel you push down really hard at this angle and you grunt with pleasure. I love listening to your love sounds as I am fucking you. "Ride me, Ride my cock baby!" I moan as you grind yourself down on me. Your sweet pussy continues to slicken my white cock with your endless supply of juices as you spasm and cum on my cock. You never break stride and continue to ride me. I can't wait to unload my cum inside you. "Give it to me Paul, ahh, give it to me. Fuck me hard" I roll you over onto your back and we laugh as we have to move back down the bed. With each thrust we moved closer to the headboard. I roll on top of you and in doing so, I force my body between your legs. Now I get to take control of how much cock you get inside you. Rubbing against your wet slit, so moist and inviting, I slide my cock into you. You pull your legs up and wrap them around me, pulling me deep into you. At first I ease my cock into you and gently move it back and forth. I start to increase the strength and speed of my thrust. Reunion "Oh Pauuul," you yell as I pull it out almost to the tip and play with the tip of my cock on your clit. Just the head of my cock inside of you. Then I thrust it all the way in as far as it will go. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh" you cry out. "You like that huh? You like being fucked hard? You like having my cock buried in your wet pussy?" I tease. "Oh god, Paul, yes, fuck me hard, don't' stop, FUCK Meeeeee." We start to thrust our hips in unison, and I can feel my cum starting up my shaft. You dig your fingers in my back and wrap your legs tighter to keep me all the way in you. As my cock pistons in and out of you, I feel my balls tighten and my sperm rushing up the shaft of my cock; I am reaching the point of no return. "Are you ready . . . uh . . . are you ready . . . to cum . . . uh . . . get ready toooo . . . uhhhhhhhhhh . . . Miriaaaaaaaammm!" I hold onto you until you scream "I'm CUMMMING" in climax as well. I feel you tense up as our hips move in unison. My cock spasms, shooting hot cum into your wet pussy. You start to shake as an orgasm hits you again. I can feel my cum mixing with your sweet pussy juices. After our mutual orgasm subsides, we collapse on the bed next to each other. Our bodies covered in sweat, we lay there for a minute trying to catch our breath. We cuddle next to each other and I can't resist saying, "I am SO SORRY I didn't know you better in High School." "I think we are getting to know each other really well now," you laugh. We look at the time and realize we had better get moving. Getting up, we collect our clothes from around the room. My polo shirt over by the door, your shirt and bra from the floor. You follow me to the door. Turning, I kiss you hard and take you into my arms. "When am I going to see you again?" I ask "I am going to have to get away for "Business" more often. Maybe we can meet again next week." You smile seductively and hug me. "I will see you next weekend then. I hope my cock can last that long without you." I chuckle. You smile and say, "We can still tease over the internet till next weekend." I kiss you goodbye for now as I walk out your hotel room. The last thing I taste is your sweet lips. As I walk to my car I am already dreaming of what I am going to you next week, and I can feel the stirrings of a hard on forming in my jeans. Reunion That afternoon at 6 when I arrived home from the office I went to my mailbox as I do every day. Shoving the envelopes in my open pocketbook I walked back toward the apartment building with my key held out to let myself inside quickly. It's freezing out here I said to myself. Closing the front door brought much welcome relief from the biting cold of January. While eating a Healthy Choice microwave dinner I opened the envelope that was addressed in fancy gold penmanship. I read an invitation that I knew subconsciously would be coming to me sooner or later. "You are invited to Helena, Indiana high school 25th reunion. It will be held at the Marmot Hotel." I looked carefully at the street address, and room name given. This might be interesting I thought. There are a lot of people I would like to see again. There were a few boys whom I dated but they're probably married by now no doubt. There were some girls I would love to see again and see how they turned out. The date was a month away. I took out the inner envelope that had been self addressed back to the reunion committee and quickly wrote in 1. There was no one special whom I would bring. The last time I had a significant other I was in college. Madison and I had gone separate ways after my sophomore year. When she transferred to a different school we did not stay in touch. It was a long time before my heart mended. Cheryl Thatch was something of a loner in high school. She was certainly not homely by any stretch but not a beauty queen either. She was a tall, thin redhead with hazel eyes and not quite full lips. Cheryl and I were friendly toward each other in high school. We engaged in a lot of girl talk, and went out for cigarette breaks together. Outside of school we actually saw little of each other. That Friday night in late February I came to the hall where the reunion was being held. Approaching the reception desk I took my name tag from the reunion committee. They greeted me. "Stephanie Blake how are you?" "I'm fine thank you. It's nice to see all of you people again." The committee consisted of Edward Harrison, and Janet Lynn. "So Ed," I began, " bring me up to date." " I left my husband home and I came here." It was not a secret to anyone that Edward was gay. One could see it in his mannerisms, and hear it in the tone of his voice. "Are you a hair stylist?" "As a matter of fact I am. Ronald is a cabinet maker." "I didn't realize that gay marriage was legal in this state." "It isn't hon, but we live together. We may as well be married." During high school I had an inkling that girls would excite me sexually but I kept that side of me hidden. However short lived the romances, lovers had been boys. In short, my love life was normal for a teen girl. By 10 I had met and chatted with everyone there, finished my meal, and had one alcoholic drink. Walking out from the function room, I sat in a cushioned chair and lit a cigarette. Cheryl came out. I turned my eyes toward her and was unable to look away from her face. The attraction was mutual and strong. Her eyes met mine. "I took a room for the night." "Do you have a long drive home?" "Yes I do," she answered. Cheryl and I walked back into the function room like two old friends. Her personality seemed to not change since high school days. She still had the same perky sense of humor, and the same good natured demeanor. At 11, ready to make love, Cheryl closed the door softly to room 210. She pulled me toward her tall, lean body. Our lips pressed together. Her hands caressed my back. Her lips pressed onto my neck. A second kiss followed then a third and a fourth. The soft buzz of my zipper going down excited me. Pushed by her hand and mine, my dress fell to the floor at my feet. I stepped out of it. Her lips brushed lightly against mine, but his time my mouth fell open. Cheryl's tongue went deep inside. She eased me onto the bed pressing her body onto mine pushing off my bra cups. Her hand went up to my boob squeezing, and rubbing as her thumb brushed over the nipple. My nipples went erect. Down below I could feel her fingers push into my vagina and her thumb rubbing gently on my now swollen clitoris. My sex juices were spewing out soaking my panties. As I slowly recovered from multiple orgasms my lover lay turned toward me caressing my belly with her finger tips. The time to chat heart to heart had come. "I had a crush on you back in 11th grade. I wanted to go out with you one night." "I didn't realize that I'm lesbian until my college days." Tommy Reno, a jock who played hockey, was one of perhaps half a dozen boys I dated during high school days. It hurt a little when he and the others left but my heart always recovered quickly. I was senior. He turned out to be the last boy in my life. Maddie was different. She had been my first real love, the first time I had ever felt emotion deeply but the affair now some 23 years behind me. "During my sophomore year in college I had moved into a lesbian dormitory. Madison and I were sexual almost from day one. I thought we could stay in touch after that school year but that never happened." That was the last time I would ever mention that former girlfriend. My lover listened attentively. She had her own history. "I got all my experiences in lesbian bars. They come, and they go. It's like high school. Nothing lasts very long." That meant that her first sex happened not before her twenty first year. Just like high school, I thought. Those girls have all the same pickup lines. In the morning, refreshed from eight hours of sound sleep, Cheryl and I awoke about the same time. Just before we parted at checkout time, I handed her a piece of paper from the note pad on the desk. She read my home address, phone and cell phone number and stuffed the paper into her pocketbook. Pulling out her favorite pen she proceeded to write. Reading it, I quickly realized that she did not live far from me. There would be many more showers together. Reunion 1. I grew up in Dawson and I never wanted to return. The town was famous for two things...trees and football. In the autumn the trees around Dawson showed glorious colour and brought tourists from hundreds of miles, and it was the season that high school football was on everybody's mind. Dawson was state champion every year and several of their young men had gone on to great college careers and even careers in the NFL. But if you were a young man lacking the skills to play or a young woman who wasn't pretty enough to date a football player, then you were considered second class. If you were a skinny nerd with glasses, like me, you didn't even rate second class. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I wasn't beaten up every day or treated badly, but it was a sense of never really belonging and of never being accepted. And of course when you fall in love with the prettiest girl in town, there is bound to be a lot of mental and emotional misery. I fell in love with Laura Mays in the third grade and I loved her, from afar, I admit, all the way through grammar school and high school. When we were in the ninth grade, I finally expressed my admiration for her and asked her out. She wasn't cruel in her rejection. She kindly explained that she wasn't really interested in me that way and had her heart set on another. She married the high school quarterback right out of high school. I was even invited to the wedding. I didn't go because I was on the road then with the Night. The Night was my first band and it was terrible. We did a mixture of punk rock music and old favourites and played at a lot of forgotten joints along the highway. When the Night folded, I was asked to join Temptation. I was a pretty good bass guitarist and Temptation lasted for eight months before it folded. I was in Los Angeles when the band played the last show and had no idea what I was going to do next. And then I got lucky. A guy by the name of Richard Max asked me to back up his band on a song they were recording as his own guitarist had the mumps, of all things. I did the back up and the song jumped to number one on the charts and I started getting a lot of offers to back up bands and singing groups. I was making a pretty good living and decided to try my hand at writing a song. Richard Max said it wasn't good for his group but he knew of a group that it might work for. A group called the Malcontents loved the song and we recorded it. They let me do the lead vocals and when the song was released, it was released under the title of Bobby Wise and the Malcontents. The Malcontents weren't happy that my name was first on the label but they were a lot happier when the song reached number one and the money started rolling in. Bobby Wise and the Malcontents had six hit songs in a row and one major hit album that went platinum and almost by accident, I had my own band and I was famous. And I was rich. I wasn't yet thirty years old and suddenly I was big time. It's funny what being famous and rich can do for your love life. I was suddenly very popular and had my own bunch of groupies following me around. It went to my head, I admit it. The groupies wanted me and there were no strings attached and I took advantage every chance I got. We were playing in Las Vegas when I got the letter from Jennifer King. It took me a few minutes to remember her. She had been in the grade ahead of me, one of those shapely blond cheerleaders that always seemed to be so unattainable. Her letter had the scent of expensive perfume and her penmanship was very delicate and feminine. I was invited to participate in our ten year class reunion. We were having a picnic and a dance and they would really love for me to be there. I dumped the letter in the trash. Although there may have been a few people I might have wanted to see, I really had no interest in returning to Dawson. The second letter I got was a week later and from Laura (Mays) Templeton. Her letter was pretty matter of fact until the end. She told me about her marriage to John Templeton, their two children, her job at the county tax office and how the town hadn't changed much. Then at the end, she mentioned how much she'd really like to see me again. I still had no intention of attending the reunion but Laura's words stayed with me throughout our Las Vegas show. We hit the road again in late December and played six cities before the end of January. In Houston Texas I got yet another letter from the school. Another cheerleader named Elsie Walker. I couldn't remember what Elsie looked like....only her name...but she sent the letter on stationary belonging to the Dawson Real Estate Company. I looked up Dawson Real Estate Company on line and she was listed as Vice President. I remembered her then. Out of the seven cheerleaders on the squad, she was probably the prettiest. She was prettier even than Laura. She was a redhead, with flashing green eyes, and she looked spectacular in the school sweater, jumping around and doing cheers. If the cheerleaders were unobtainable to anyone except the jocks, then she was the most unobtainable of all. Her letter was crisp and business like. I hadn't responded to the invitation to the reunion and she was wondering if it had been lost in the mail. If so, she would love to personally send me an invitation. She would like to see me again. Very much. Oddly, I don't even think Elsie knew my name in high school and why was she very much interested in seeing me now. In the next few weeks I got letters from all the rest of the high school cheerleading squad, plus a letter from the Class President and a couple of my old teachers. Suddenly I was a very popular fellow and I started suspecting what it was all about. I knew for sure when I got a letter from a school friend, one of my real friends, and he included a clipping from the newspaper stating that there would be an exclusive concert by Bobby Wise and the Malcontents at the upcoming tenth year reunion. I was hurt and angered. It wasn't the old days anymore. In the old days Laura, or anyone of the cheerleaders probably, could have snapped their fingers and I would have come running. I was not some insecure nerdy boy anymore and I wasn't at their beck and call. For the next few months we left the road and recorded a new album, which also went platinum. We started making the rounds of the late night talk shows and a comedy show, and we were riding the wave of success. I didn't expect it to last forever and I was enjoying it while I could. At the very least, when the popularity waned, I would be left with enough money to live out my life comfortably. I couldn't ask for anything more. On the first of May, two months before the reunion, one of the cheerleaders came to see me in person. I was resting in the small room back stage after the show when Elmo, my drummer, popped in his head in the door. "There's a chick to see you, Bobby," he said. "I'm tired." I said. "Not the usual type at all. She says she knows you." "Let's see her then," I said. I knew her immediately when Elmo let her into the room and shut the door behind her. Her name was Alexis Bishop and she was one of the Dawson Cheerleaders. She had never been one of the prettiest. She had long black hair and blue eyes but she had also been a bit plump, and she fought a constant battle with weight. What made her popular was her vitality, her love of life. Standing before me, looking nervous, she lacked that old spark of vitality. She was still fighting the battle for weight but she would have looked more attractive if she'd picked out her clothes more carefully. The form fitting mini dress she wore, the stockings and high heels emphasized her heavier figure. "Hello, Bobby," she said. "Alex," I said. Maybe it was mean of me but I knew Alex was a name she hated. To call her Alex one had to be high up in the social strata. Her fellow cheerleaders and the boys on the football team called her Alex. Nobody else dared. She knew what I was doing and she looked down at the floor and then up at me again. Her face was red and there was something in her eyes that looked almost desperate. I had seen that look before, in the faces of the groupies who came back stage after a show. It was a look that said they were willing to do anything to be with one of the band members. I wondered why Alex had such a look in her eyes. She swallowed nervously and said, "You haven't said you're coming to the reunion." "That's because I'm not," I said. "But you must, Bobby," she said. "I mean, everybody is dying to see you." "I'm not interested," I said. "I'm busy, and honestly, I didn't have that many friends in the high school." "That's not true," she said. "You had lots and lots of friends. I was your friend." "Come on, Alex," I said harshly. "You didn't even know my name. I think you once told someone that you hated having to sit next to that awkward, skinny nerd in Mrs. Watson's class." Her face flushed. She hadn't realized I had heard about her comments. We had once taken a class together and the entire class she had ignored me. I also remembered something else. On Fridays she had come to class in her brief cheerleading outfit and she had deliberately teased me. She knew her short skirt was giving me hard-ons and she had enjoyed the effect on me, knowing I would never have the chance to touch her. "Please, Bobby," she said. "We would all like for you to come?" "No," I said. For a moment her eyes shut and then she opened them again and I saw that look. "Isn't there anything at all I can do to convince you to come to the reunion," she said, licking her full lips. Maybe I am a bit of a pig, but the situation was turning me on. I leaned back in my chair and I spread my legs a little so she could see the effect the situation was having on me. She flushed and looked down at the floor again and then back at me. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. I never would have believed it. Alexis took three steps and kicked off her high heels and kneeled between my legs. When she reached for my zipper, I put my hand over hers. "Come on, Alex," I said. "You don't have to do this." A bright shining gleam was in her eyes as she pushed my hand out of the way. "I want to do it, Bobby. Please let me." I reached down and clasped her hand again. "Sorry, Alex. We have a rule on the road. You do one and you have to do us all. That's the groupie rule. So if I let you, and the rest of the band members, all five, want the same thing, you have to do them." For a moment I thought she might change her mind but then I could feel the heat coming off her body like she was on fire. Her hand was back on my zipper and I let her pull it down. It took her a few seconds but she finally pulled my cock out and her hot, wet mouth enveloped me. I have had plenty of blowjobs from groupies but never one as desperate as the one Alex gave me. She bobbed her head on my cockmeat, gagged a little, and then went deeper. She was trying to get the entire thing into her mouth and she gagged again. Then her wet tongue around my cockhead and inside the small hole and then I was being sucked into her vacuum of a mouth again. She was good. She was damn good. When she got into a rhythm, I tangled my hands in her hair and warned her that I couldn't last long. She didn't care. She was deep throating me again and I exploded in thick spurts into the back of her throat and she was swallowing and sucking and swallowing and sucking until I had no more to give her. I let her lick me until it grew a little painful and when I finally pulled back, she looked at me with deeply loving, worshipful eyes. "Oh thank you, Bobby. Thank you." Elmo must have been waiting just outside the door because he stepped into the room as soon as we were finished. I have to say one thing for Alex. Not only did she give incredibly hot blowjobs, but she also obeyed the rules. Elmo drew close and he unzipped and she didn't hesitate before her mouth was on his cock. Elmo wanted a little more and he started playing with her titties. She didn't fuss as he undid the buttons of her dress and let her big titties fall out. He began to caress her through the material of her bra as she sucked. He didn't last long and I saw her swallowing rapidly as he unloaded into her mouth. "I'll get Kyle," Elmo said, smiling. I got a beer from the cooler and handed it to her. She didn't bother buttoning up her dress and I liked the way her tits pressed against the sheer black bra. I nodded to her and, as she drank deeply, she reached behind her back and unhooked it and them swing free. They were very nice. A little heavy but nice and her brown nipples were strikingly hard. I told her to take the dress off and she did so without hesitation. I saw the plump legs she used to tease me with. I reached between her legs and her black panties were soaked. She was really turned on. She moaned at the touch of my fingers. In a few moments Elmo returned with Willie Sky, out keyboard and sound export. "Kyle and Arne are out somewhere," Elmo said. "But Willie is hard up." Elmo left and Willie unzipped himself. Willie was a short, unpleasant looking man who had absolutely no charm. But he had a fat cock and I saw Alex's eyes widen when she saw it. But she took her responsibility seriously and in a moment his fat cock was in her mouth and she was working it in her practiced fashion. It was making me hot again. I stroked my cock and got behind her. She stopped only a moment before she went down on all fours and let me pull her panties out of the way. I stuck my cock into her wet pussy without warning and she gasped once and then she started sucking Willie all that much harder. I fucked her slowly. Her pussy was hot and wet and it was the one of the pussies I'd fantasized about in those high school years and that made it all the more delicious. Willie was moaning and grabbing her head and when he came into her mouth, I felt her shudder and come, soaking my cock. She kept bobbing her head on Willie until he was completely drained and his cock slipped out of her hotly sucking. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said, "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like your whore." Hearing those words from her lips was all it took. I drove myself into her as hard and as fast as I could, and heard my balls slapping her. I felt the pressure and I reached around and grabbed those big hanging tits and I let it go, coating her pussy walls with thick spurts of cum. I stayed inside her until I went soft and then we collapsed on the floor. I had never felt so drained, so complete. Then Alex put her head on my chest and started licking the juices off my cock. I put my hand on her head and directed her until she had licked me clean. She rose up and looked into my face with those sad, desperate eyes. "Come to the reunion, Bobby," she said. "I promise you. You won't be disappointed." Reunion I thought I was going to throw up. There she was, just standing there, carelessly swiping her corn silk hair out of her eyes and chatting with Margo Strand. God she was still beautiful, even more so than back then, the laugh lines creeping in next to her eyes suggested that she still loved being outdoors. Her sure stance made me think she probably still rode horses. Still 100% out of my league. My hands were clammy just looking at her. She must have sensed that I was looking because she glanced in my direction and tossed me a nonchalant smile, going quickly back to her conversation. Still so comfortable with whom she was. It had been twenty years and Nancy Harding still had that effect on me, the one that left me reeling with unfulfilled desire and a certain level of horniness. She was my crush in high school. We sat in alphabetical order in all of our classes in our large Catholic girls' school and I was always three seats behind and one row over from Nancy. Just the right position for me to see her profile, and her shapely, creamy-skinned left leg that she always stuck out into the aisle (she was tall and the desks were for petite girls.) Every now and then she would turn to look at her best friend Amy behind her and then I could get a full eyeful of that stunning doe-eyed face, radiant in its healthy cheerleader glow. I would fantasize about her for hours after school in the small crevice that was my bedroom. She was a world away from me. She was rich, a cheerleader, a popular girl. I was barely scraping by with my sad little paycheck, worked after school and never had time for things like sports or cheerleading. But I worked hard and had a few friends of my own. (None of whom seemed to be here at the 20th reunion, I thought, leaving me stranded.) I decided to get myself a drink. After all, I had driven two hours and gotten a hotel room for this event and I wasn't about to ditch even though I was surrounded by all of the people who made me a little nervous in high school. Tough shit, I thought. I kind of want to see what's happened to some of these people anyway. So I got myself a whiskey and water, settled in near the bar, and surveyed the room. For the most part, it looked as though people fought for months to get themselves into their outfits for tonight. None of the women sported the gigantic hair of the 1980's that was so popular in my school. Now, they all wore smart bobs or polite, genteel ponytails. They all dressed like moms. I looked down at my backless dress and the leather jacket flung over my arm. Still the different one, I thought. I gestured for another drink. "Let me get that one for you," I heard a silken voice in my ear. Turning, I faced her—Nancy Harding, right there, offering to buy me a drink. "Hi," she said. "You probably don't remember me but I'm Nancy." "I remember you and thanks," I breathed, trying not to seem as flabbergasted as I was. "You cheered for Bishop Watkins School, right?" Stupid, I thought, what kind of line was that? (Bishop Watkins was our brother school, the crop from which we chose our prom dates and Friday night lays.) "Yeah, that's me. I remember you. You were kind of eccentric and you always had your hand up in English class." She laughed and it sounded like little bells to me. "Do you want to go sit down?" She asked. I was wishing I had someone to look at as if to say, "Are you SEEING this?" But, like I said, my crowd wasn't here. So I followed her to a table. "I like your tattoos," she said and added, "I think you're the only one here with one." I looked around at my classmates and had to agree. This was not a tattoo crowd and here I was, showing off mine with my revealing dress. She fingered the swan on my back. "I really like this one." I shivered with desire. (Keep it cool, I told myself.) We chatted some more, went over what we had been doing for 20 years. She had gone to school for business and had a prestigious job in a big firm for many years. "But," she said, "My husband wanted me to stay home. He's very old fashioned. So I quit and I have just been riding my horses and teaching lessons ever since." Husband. I didn't like that word when it referred to Nancy's life. I had wanted her to be free, like me. I was a writer and artist and made my own hours, came and went as I pleased. She had to ask her husband for permission if she wanted to go somewhere. "I don't mind, really," she said, "it's a pretty fair trade-off for all I have...you know, nice house, horses, a good man..." But, I thought. I know there's a but there. You know, "a good man...but..." I waited for it but it never came. It dawned on me briefly that I was here, talking to my high school crush like we were old pals. She touched a tattoo on my arm and sighed. "Can I tell you something? Promise not to get weirded out?" "Sure," I said. "Shoot." "OK. Well," (and here she looked around to make sure no one was listening), "I have always had a massive crush on you. I mean you always dressed however you wanted, had your hair short, and you never seemed to take shit from anyone." I laughed and said, "Really?" I was highly amused and somewhat aroused, having just finished my third drink. She looked sorry she said it, so I quickly followed with, "No. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because, well, because I had a crush on you." "If I can be honest, I still do," she told me, and that feeling of nervous nausea came back. My hands were clammy again. I wiped them on my dress. "Really?" I asked her with raised eyebrows that belied how awesome I really thought that was. "Where are you staying?" I asked. "I have to go home tonight. I only live about 20 minutes from here and my husband is expecting me." "Oh, that's too bad," I said, running my finger along her arm...hell I wasn't going to miss this chance; what did I have to lose? "I'm staying around the corner at the Sheraton and thought maybe we could continue our conversation there." She looked at her drink so I said, "I have a bottle of wine with me that I brought in case I ran into any friends." That seemed to decide it for her. I got this sense that she was a little more than a little nervous. "OK," she said. "I'll get my coat and then I'll follow you over there." In the car, on the way to the hotel, I let out an earth-shattering whoop. This was more than what I could have dreamed up. At the room, I let her in and threw my jacket on the bed. She did the same. "How about some wine? I only have plastic cups, is that OK?" I asked. She nodded. I turned to open the bottle and fill the cups. It was then that I felt warm lips touch my shoulder. "I've wanted to kiss that tattoo all night," she whispered, taking her cup from me. She took a sip, then took both of our cups and placed them on the desk. She walked toward me, cat-like, put her arms on my shoulders, and said, "I've been waiting twenty years to be able to do this." She kissed me. Her lips were so soft like feathers, her fresh outdoorsy smell enveloped me, and I nearly swooned. We stood there kissing for a moment, savoring it, letting our hands roam each other's bodies. I cupped her perfect breast then let my hand creep down to her thigh; the curves of her body were maddening. I kissed her again and took off her sweater. I kissed her neck and she let out a little moan of pleasure. I guessed I was doing the right thing. Neither of us had been with a woman but we both seemed to know instinctively what to do. I slipped out of my dress. I don't generally wear panties so I stood there naked in front of the biggest crush of my life. She sucked in her breath, and said, "Oh wow. You're so beautiful." I blushed. She hungrily took my nipple in her mouth and I felt her hand edging between my legs. I spread them a little. Her fingers found my clit and rubbed rhythmically. My body tingled as I pushed myself into her hand, groaning with pleasure. We kissed and her tongue circled my lips and tongue. I pushed her down on the bed. I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to be with her, to feel her, smell her, taste her. I needed it more than air right then. I buried my face between her legs. She smelled sweet and was already wet. I nibbled her neatly shaved mons and lips. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she pushed her hips toward me, moaning. "yeesssss..." she whispered. I remembered everything I had seen in the porn movies and slid my finger in and out of her slit as I licked. We rocked together in a rhythmic way, a gorgeous entwinement of our bodies. I felt myself drifting into a sex-filled trance. We rocked and rocked. Soon, her breathing came in irregular bursts and she was bucking her hips hard. "Oh my God, I'm cumming," she shouted, sounding almost surprised. And she continued to buck and make beautiful tiny noises of joy for a moment. I looked up at her and smiled. "It's my turn," she breathed, flipping me onto my back. She lay her body on top of mine and looked into my eyes before kissing me softly, first on the mouth, then the chin, and she lingered forever on my neck. I groaned in ecstasy. Slowly, so slowly, she kissed her way down to my breasts. She twirled her tongue around my nipple and gave a little nibble. My breasts rose to meet her mouth. My senses were heightened. Every little touch felt like magic. I could smell her lusciousness. She kissed my stomach and I tensed a bit, sensing where she was going. I wanted to feel her mouth on my clit. I almost couldn't take it anymore. She was driving me wild, taking her time, kissing around my navel and below. Slowly, she kissed and nibbled my labia softly, sweetly. Just when I thought I would explode, I felt her tongue gently lap my clit. I moaned. I was already quite wet and felt like I was going to come as I never had before. This was amazing. Here I was, with my 20-year crush, her head between my legs! Her tongue traced tiny circles on my clit and she sucked tenderly. She flicked her tongue quickly then and hard. My eyes rolled upward and I felt the surge move through me like lightning. I was coming. I grabbed her head as the orgasm rippled from my head to my toes. It felt like every cell of my body was coming. My screams echoed off the walls of the little room. I pulled her to me and we kissed. I rolled her on her side and slid one of my legs between hers so that our pussies were touching. She gasped. I began to rock back and forth, feeling our clits rubbing against each other. We rocked slowly at first then with more fervor. Soon, we were both screaming, coming, spent. We lay together for a few delicious minutes, breathing softly. She lifted her head and looked at the clock. "Shit," she said, "I've got to get home. It's 2:30 already!" She kissed me again and dressed. "Thanks for a great night," she said. "Mmm. Thank you," I replied, all sleepy. "When do you think you'll be back to RI?" she asked. "I'd love to see you again." Truthfully, I had no idea when I would be getting back around this way but I told her I would definitely call her when I was. I wondered if I would see her again as she closed the hotel room door behind her, her smell lingering in the room. I lay there basking in it and remembering the sway of her little ass as she walked away. I knew I had a reason to go to my high school reunion and I'm sure going to come back for number 25. Reunion The music was blasting from the old stereo they had set up on the back porch of the tiny cottage. It had been several years since they had all been together, celebrating like this. When they had been in high school, these Friday night parties had been a given. Everyone knew that Brittany's father left the house at promptly 6:30p.m on Friday's to make his shift at the firehouse, which left Brittany all alone in the cottage set back in the woods, with no neighbors to complain of loud music or cars parked in front of their homes. People usually started arriving at about 8 o'clock, pulling the six packs and bottles of cheap vodka out of their trunks with pride, showing off the fact that they had an older hook up that was willing to buy them booze. In high school, the party would rage wildly until about 12a.m, at which point most people had to be home to make a curfew. These days, the parties were a little bit different. Brittany's father had recently retired and moved south, leaving her the house after she graduated from college. One night while she was cleaning up, she found a box full of pictures from when she was in high school. She laughed when she realized a great many of these photos had been taken right there in that house on those crazy Friday nights. It was then that Brittany decided she was going to throw a reunion. She missed the old days when people would roll up to the house with their music blasting and park on the lawn. Brittany called a few of the old numbers, and those friends called a few more. Pretty soon most of the old crowd had been reminded of the nights they had spent drinking at Brittany Robert's cottage. Dan had remembered Brittany's cottage fondly. He had been the captain of the football team in high school, a real big shot in the town. He could have had any girl he wanted in high school, but the only girl he had eyes for had been Brittany Roberts. She was the town angel in high school. The daughter of a widowed fire chief, everyone in that small town knew Brittany's name. She was the type of girl every mother hopes her son will bring home. Or at least, that's what the adults all thought. Dan remembered the real Brittany though. The real Brittany was a wild child, a party girl through and through. She was the first girl with a beer and the last girl still on her feet at the end of the night. She loved the parties at her house, the beer pong being played in the yard, the strip poker at the kitchen table and of course the sex in the basement. Brittany's basement was shaped strangely, and the way it was built it seemed almost like someone had lined the walls with cubicles. After her guests had had a few, they were often feeling a little frisky. They would find a partner and head down stairs to claim a cubicle for a while. Most of Brittany's graduating class had lost his or her virginity in her basement. Dan thought back to the nights he had spent rolling around on that faded blue carpet with Brittany, as well as the other girls he had found to take her place on nights that Brittany was playing hard to get. Brittany and Dan had never been an item, however of all the girls in their high school, she was the only one he ever had sex with more than once. Dan wondered if the basement had been rearranged since those days, or if it was still lined with mini cubicles, the rug spotted with the cum of every boy in the grade. Now a week later, Dan had found himself driving the familiar roads to Brittany's little cottage. He had pulled his truck up the long driveway and parked alongside the other cars on the lawn. He had chuckled to himself when he compared the cars that were parked on the lawn now to the ones that had parked there five or six years ago. He had brought a six pack like he always had, but these days he was drinking much more expensive beer than the Keystone Light's he had bought as a teen. He had walked around back to the deck as had been customary back in the day. He had found very little had changed. The stereo was still the same, playing the same type of music they had all been so fond of as seniors. The beer pong table was set up in the yard, and a few people were crowded around it, playing for old time's sake. Dan had stopped to chat with a few old friends, but he kept his eyes peeled for Brittany. He had wanted so badly to find her; he had even spent some time planning out several things to say to her. He finally spotted her at the head of the strip poker table. She always had been a fan of this game; he should have guessed he would find her here. She used to say this was the only game in the world that had no losers. He wandered over towards the game, trying not to stare at Brittany. She was just as beautiful as she had been in high school. She had cut her long brown hair since high school. The year she had graduated, she could nearly sit on those long brown curls. Today her hair fell just to her shoulders, and it looked soft and shiny in the failing light. She had always been tall and fit, with the most gorgeously tone body Dan had ever seen. Her perfectly round breasts were the perfect size to fill each hand, and her ass was firm and tight. She was sitting at the poker table with the same old crew. One girl was topless, trying to keep her nipples covered with her cards, which Dan could see was probably going to help her end up totally naked. Brittany was dressed in tight, form fitting jeans that hugged her perfect ass in all the right places. She was wearing the same faded and scuffed cowboy boots she had worn all through high school. Her perfect breasts were being held by a lacey red bra that Dan was dying to touch. Her shirt must have been in the pile of clothes that were currently serving as an ante. Dan headed in her direction, standing just off to her right when he said hello to the group at the table. She smiled and stood when he came over, wrapping him in a hug, despite her lack of shirt. After all, he supposed, this was nothing he hadn't seen in high school. She invited him to join the game, but he declined. He told her he'd catch up with her later, and he headed off into the house to see who else was inside. At least that's what he said. He really just needed to adjust his hard on, which had sprung up immediately when Brittany had pushed her nearly bare body against his. He walked through the familiar house again, stopping to chat occasionally with someone here or there. Eventually, he found himself standing in front of the door that led to the basement. In the old days, this door had always been left open so that couples could sneak up and down the stairs. Dan still wondered if the room was set up the way it had been so many years ago, so with a glance over his shoulder, he pulled the door open and headed down the steps. He flipped the light on at the bottom of the stairs and looked around. He wasn't used to seeing the room filled with light, and he was surprised to see how cluttered the room was. He walked to the middle of the room and stared around him. Boxes and crates were stacked in awkward rows, giving the appearance of small cubicles in between them. The blue rug had paled so much by now that it was nearly white, however there were still many spots that were absolutely undeniably stains from nights long past. "Hello?" a voice called down the stairs. Dan heard footsteps on the stairs and was suddenly embarrassed. How could he explain why he was just standing here, in the middle of this room where he had long ago had sex. Dan was even more embarrassed when he realized it was Brittany who had come down the stairs. "Dan? I thought I saw the light on, so I came to check it out. What are you doing down here?" Dan fumbled for words. He didn't know what to say. "Uhh...I suppose I was just being nostalgic," he stammered, trying to grin. He was embarrassed enough to not be able to think, but the fact that she had come down the stairs still wearing only that red lace bra had really thrown him off. She smiled sweetly at him. "A lot of crazy things happened down here," she giggled, "I'm sure a lot more happened down here than I want to know about". She pause for a moment, as if lost and thought. "You and I were down here once or twice." She said, pretending to punch him in the arm. He smiled, not sure how to answer that. He was consciously aware of the swelling in his pants. She continued, "remember that time we were down here, and that girl, Mary Ellen, the one who had a huge crush on you, kept calling your name upstairs, looking for you?" Dan laughed. He did remember this. He remember exactly which cubicle they had been in, exactly which panties he had just carefully pulled from between her legs so that he could delicately taste her juices before passionately, almost angrily ramming his cock in and out of her. Dan had remembered getting angry that he could never fully have Brittany, and this anger would cause him to fuck her rather than make love to her the way he wanted to. These feelings came rushing back to him now, with her standing there in her perfect lace bra. He could feel himself becoming more and more aroused. Maybe later he would blame the alcohol, but in that moment Dan decided that he couldn't stand not having Brittany any more. He grabbed her then, by the arms. He kissed her before she had time to even be shocked. He placed his lips around hers and forced his tongue into her mouth when she went to protest. He kissed her hard, pulling her against him with all his might. After a moment, she was kissing him back. Dan took this as a sign that she wanted him to continue, and he willingly moved forward. In one smooth motion, Dan had Brittany on her back on the pale blue carpet. He was straddling her legs, bent over her mouth, continuing to kiss her. He let one hand stray to the delicate lace that was all that separated those perfect breasts from him. She began to squirm slightly beneath him. It didn't seem to Dan like she was trying to get away, it seemed more as if she was trying not to show how much she wanted this. He leaned back for a moment, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprung forward like a spring that has been wound to tight. He straddled her face and placed his cock to her lips like he had done so many times before. "Take it, take it like you've always taken it. Take it like the slut you were back then." She let him force his cock deep into her mouth, so that the very tip pushed against the back of her throat. He took in the sight of watching her face as he forced his fully hard cock deep into her throat. Having always had the lights off, he had never been able to enjoy this sight before. He grabbed her arms and pinned them against the ground with one hand. With the other hand he reached between her breasts and unclipped the red lace. He pushed the bra out of the way while continuing to fuck Brittany's mouth. He pinched her nipple, rolled it between his thumb and finger. He squeezed and teased her breasts until he felt himself ready to cum. He pulled his dick from her mouth and squirted his hot seed all over those perfect breasts. Still holding her wrists against the rug above her head, he tore her jeans off of her. His cock instantly sprung back to life when he saw that gorgeous red lace g-string. He pushed it aside and plunged a finger deep into her pussy. She moaned slightly, licking her lips. "You like that, don't you? You always did love being finger fucked." He added a second finger, she was so wet his fingers slipped in easily. Brittany moaned again. She closed her eyes and bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. He added a third finger to her soaking wet pussy. "How's that, baby, do you like that?" He asked fucking her hard and fast with his fingers. "Oh Dan, please fuck me, please." She begged in between heavy breaths. He released her wrists and positioned himself over her. He placed his rock hard dick against her pussy and teased her for just a moment with it. He moved slowly, attempting to drag out her pleasure. She wrapped her now free arms around his neck and bucked her hips up to meet him while begging him to enter her. He slowly pushed his cock into her, one inch at a time. When he was finally balls deep, he waited a moment, freezing to let her take in the feeling of being completely filled by his cock. Then he began to fuck her, hard. He slammed in and out of her with all his might. With one hand he twisted and pulled on one of her nipples. Occasionally he would move his hand down to flick at her clit, causing her to scream out with pleasure. She bucked hard beneath him, her breathing became shallow and quick as she moaned out. "I'm going to cum" she yelled, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck to make sure he couldn't stop what he was doing. He fucked her harder, until he felt her pussy muscles contracting around his cock. She screamed out as her pussy juices ran all over his still hard cock. When she had finished, he pulled his cock out and pushed it back into her mouth. He shot his load into her mouth, so that she could taste him and herself at the same time. When he had finished, she licked his soft cock clean until it was hard again. She then kept licking and sucking until he came a third time. At this point, Dan was utterly exhausted and rolled off of her. He lay on his back on the faded blue carpet in the basement of the home he had partied in as a teen. After a few minutes, Brittany stood and dressed herself again. She walked to the stairs, and paused before heading up them. She glanced at him, laying on the rug and grinned. "Thanks," she said, "that was fun. It was nice to see you again." Then she headed up stairs. It was then that Dan realized Brittany would never change. She would always just be a lay at a party. Reunion There've been two times in my life when everything seemed to crumble before my eyes. The first was about 12 years ago and the second is now. They're both related, so I'll start with 'now'. My husband of 29 years cheated on me. My name is Pam and my husband is Dan. We're both 52 years old and have two children. Both finished collage and are on their own. Dan and I both work and have a pretty comfortable life. We've really enjoyed the fact that it's just the two of us again. Our sex life has always been good, but after the kids moved out, it got even better. We became a little more adventurous, doing things we hadn't done in years and trying some new things, but only us, nothing extramarital. We made love twice a week or more. Dan received an invitation to his 35th High School Reunion. Since we've been married, he hasn't been to any of his reunions. Something always came up -- work, the kids, vacations... So I asked Dan if he wanted to go. It should be fun. It starts with cocktails, then a buffet dinner and finally a DJ and dancing. He said, "You know, it would be nice to see all those people again. And, I'd like to show them how lucky I was to marry such a beautiful woman." I kissed him and went to check the calendar. The reunion was in 6 weeks and we didn't have anything planned, so I sent our RSVP. The week before the reunion, my sister called to remind me about my niece's dance recital next weekend. I completely forgot about it when I sent the RSVP. Cindy is 7 years old and this was her first recital. I promised her I would be there. It would break he heart if I didn't go. I told my sister that Dan's 35th reunion was then, but I would work it out so I could be there. I told Dan about my problem and at first he said we would just skip it. But I didn't want to do that. We both were looking forward to it. I said, "Let's think about this." I looked at the invitation and said, "It starts at 5:30pm with cocktails and the buffet begins at 6:30pm followed by music and dancing at 7pm. We'll get there right at on time. The recital is only 15 minutes or so from the Reunion, so I'll leave at 6:30pm to get there. Her 1st dance is at 7:00pm and her 2nd is at 8:15pm. I should be back around 9pm. You can eat and mingle while I'm gone. I'll get something to eat when I get back and we can visit and dance until it's over." He said that would work. We got there right on time. We got drinks and began to mingle. Since I went to a different high school, I didn't know anyone, but Dan started introducing me to all his old classmates. They seemed like a good bunch. Dan was really enjoying himself. I'm glad we decided to come. At about 6:20pm I told Dan it was time for me to go. He said he would walk me to the car. I had to stop in the restroom first and would meet him at the bar. When I finished, I found him talking to a fairly nice looking blond. She seemed a little too chummy. She was laughing, talking loudly, touching is hand and arm, all while flashing a big smile. It was easy to see that she was flirting with him. I walked up and Dan quickly backed away from her and introduced me to Rhonda. She said, "It's nice to meet you. When Dan and I were juniors, he asked me to go out with him, but I wouldn't. In senior year, I realized how stupid I was and tried to get him to ask me out again. But he was dating someone. I regret that to this day." I didn't like the sound of that. I told Dan I had to leave. We excused ourselves and he walked me to the car. I said, "Rhonda seems to have a thing for you. You better watch out. I think she would like to see what she missed." Laughing, Dan said, "Are you jealous? Don't worry. I won't fall for it. Although she is pretty good looking." I punched his arm and told him looking was one thing, but he better not touch. He laughed and said he wouldn't. I got to the recital and watched Cindy's first performance. She was so cute and so proud of herself. Her last dance wasn't supposed to begin until 8:15pm, but the schedule got changed to 7:30pm. This would work out great. I should be back to the Reunion a little after 8pm. After Cindy finished, I congratulated her and presented her a bouquet of flowers. She was thrilled, thanked me and ran to show her friends. Then I headed back. The first thing I had to do was pee. I went to the Ladies Room, closed the stall door and went and went. I was about through when I heard two women come in talking. One said, "I guess Rhonda finally got what she was after." The other said, " What do you mean?" The first said, "She cornered Dan and has been monopolizing him all night. They were talking, eating and dancing. About 30-40 minutes ago, I saw them get into the elevators that go to the rooms." The second said, "I can't believe it. Are you sure?" "Yes. You know she's had a thing for him since senior year." "I can't believe they got a room." "Oh, she had one. She's staying at the hotel. They booked a block of rooms for the reunion. She's in Room 311, across the hall from me." "Didn't Dan come with his wife?" "Yes, but she left." They began talking about other things. I couldn't believe it. I warned him about her but obviously he didn't listen. I was hurt, I was pissed. I got up, went to the elevator and found myself standing in front of Room 311. I was about to knock, no beat on the door when I decided that I ought to be sure Dan was in there. I got out my cell phone and called him. He has the most obnoxiously loud ring tone. He said he always knows when his phone rings. I was right. I heard it through the door. Just before it went to voice mail, he answered and seemed out of breath. He said, "Hi honey. Are you still at the recital?" Calmly I said, "No. There was a change in the schedule. Cindy's last dance was moved up. I'm already back but I can't find you. Where are you?" He stuttered a little and said, "I was outside with some of the smokers but now I'm heading for the restroom. Why don't you get something to eat and I'll meet you there in a few minutes?" I lost it and yelled, "You lying bastard. I know where you are. You're in Room 311 fucking that slut Rhonda." She must've heard me and protested, saying she wasn't a slut. He said, "No honey, I'm not. You're wrong." I started beating and kicking the door saying, "You hear that? That's me out here. You can finish fucking her. Hell, spend the night with her. Maybe she'll take you home but I won't be there." He said, "No, don't leave. I'm coming out. We can talk." I hung up and headed down the hall to the elevator. Just before I got there, I heard a door open and saw Dan. He had his shirt on, but not buttoned and he was trying to zip up his pants. I turned and left. I got in my car and started driving. I didn't know where, just away from there. My phone rang. It was Dan. I just turned it off. How could he have cheated on me? And with her. I started crying so hard I couldn't really see to drive, so I pulled over into a parking lot. I had to get myself together and make some decisions. After a few minutes, I calmed down and started to think. Why would Dan do it? I know she was flirting with him, but why would he risk our marriage? Why would he betray my trust? I could never ... I stopped in mid sentence and started sobbing. Oh my God. It all came flooding back to me. I had done the exact same thing, when, 12 years ago? It was only a one-night stand, afternoon actually. It's definitely true that lies and deception eventually come back to haunt you. I needed to think. I couldn't go home. I'm sure that's where Dan was headed. I don't think he was going to stay with Rhonda or even let her take him home. I decided to get a hotel room for the night. My gym bag was in the trunk, so I had my essentials. I got in my room and collapsed on the bed. My life was falling apart and there was a very real possibility that my marriage was over. Partly because of what Dan did but also because of what I did 12 years ago. I tried to remember what was going on at that time and why I did it. I was one of those people that really worried about getting older, especially turning 40. I don't know why, but I was determined to stay in the best shape I could. And I did. I exercised and watched what I ate. But things changed. As the kids became teenagers, their activities began to take up more time. We were always running to a practice, a game, or some after school program. There was less time to exercise and I didn't always have the time to cook, so we ate a lot of fast food. I gained about 10 pounds, not that much, but more than I liked. Then I started having 'female problems'. My periods became irregular and were exceptionally heavy, lasting weeks. I had severe cramps and intermediate bleeding between my periods. I had to stop exercising and needless to say, it killed our sex life. My Doctor told me I had fibroid tumors in my uterus. They weren't cancerous but could change. He recommended having a hysterectomy. I resisted. I wasn't ready to go through menopause. I heard too many horror stories about hot flashes, mood swings and sexual dysfunction. Damn it, I wasn't even 40. In my mind, I also thought it would make me less of a woman. My Doctor told me I could take hormone replacements and things would be fine. Most likely I would feel better than before. He also assured me that sexually, I would be the same. Intercourse wouldn't be a problem. Dan had been very reassuring. He told me that he loved me and that neither my problems, nor my age diminished his desire for me as a woman. He just wanted me to get better. I knew he meant it, but he was my husband. He wasn't exactly unbiased. I still felt I would become less of a woman. Shortly after my 40th birthday things got worse and I agreed to have the surgery. Everything went fine. The tumors weren't cancerous and my Doctor started me on Premarin. He said to avoid sex for about 6 weeks, then it was up to me to decide when I was comfortable with it. I healed and physically I was fine. But emotionally, I wasn't. In the mirror I saw a 40 year old, slightly overweight mother of two teenagers who had been stripped of her reproductive organs. I didn't feel like a whole woman and I certainly didn't feel sexy. Dan kept reassuring me that he loved me and wanted to resume our sex life. We tried a few times, but I just couldn't. He suggested that I see a therapist to get over my fear. I told him I didn't need to do that, I just needed a little more time and I would be fine. He was very understanding and backed off asking for sex. We did cuddle in bed and he seemed satisfied with that. I went back to work and everything returned to normal, except for our sex life. About a month later, I was eating lunch in a restaurant when a man came up to me and asked, "Pam? Is that you? It's Bruce." I recognized him immediately. We worked together for many years before he quit and took a better job some where in Ohio. That was about 5 years ago. I was sad to see him leave. We always got along great. I got up smiling, hugged him and asked him to join me. I asked him what he was doing in town. He said he was here for his Uncle's funeral. He died after a long battle with cancer. I told him how sorry I was. Then we moved on to more pleasant things. We talked nonstop, trying to catch up. He finally got married 3 years ago, but his wife, Martha, couldn't come with him. Several times he complemented me on how good I looked, that I hadn't changed a bit. He told me that if anything, I looked better than ever. I thanked him, but told him he was mistaken. When I looked at my watch I realized that my lunch hour was up. I said, "I've got to get back to work. How long will you be in town? Maybe we can get together before you leave." He said, "I'm leaving in the morning. Can we meet after work?" I said, "No, I can't. I have a school function with my kids. I have to be there." He said, "That's a shame. Listen, could you take the afternoon off?" I said, "I don't know about that." He said, "Please, I don't know when I'll ever get back here and we have so much more to catch up on." I thought a minute and agreed. I called work and told them I had an emergency and had to take the afternoon off. He said, "Great! Now what?" I said, "There's a nice bar down the street. Let's go there and since I'm not going back to work, we can order margaritas." We spent the next hour or so talking and laughing about everything. I'd forgotten how much fun Bruce was to work with. Finally he looked at me and said, "You know, I've always had a crush on you. I thought you were one of the most beautiful women I knew, and I still do." I blushed and said, "You've got to be kidding." He said, "No, really. Beautiful isn't exactly right. Physically you're very attractive, but it's more than that. You have a great personality, you treat people with compassion and respect and you have a wonderful sense of humor." I was stunned. I said, "Thanks. I appreciate your compliments. It really boosts my ego but I'm certainly not beautiful." He looked me in the eye and said, "Don't sell yourself short. The only thing that kept me from hitting on you was the fact that you were married. If you were single, I would've been all over you." I smiled and said, "Thank you. You don't know how good that makes me feel. I have to confess that I had somewhat of a crush on you too." He took my hand and asked, "Right now, if we weren't married, what would you want to do?" I hesitated then said, "I'd want to spend the afternoon with you in your hotel room." I couldn't believe I said that. He looked at me and asked, "Would you like to pretend that we're both single for a few hours?" I thought about what he just asked. I couldn't, it was wrong. I couldn't cheat on Dan. I opened my mouth to tell him that and said, "Yes." He smiled and said, "Me too." He removed his wedding ring and put it in his pocket. I removed mine and put it in my purse. Then I followed him to his hotel. When we got there, he held me and tenderly kissed my face and neck. He unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. He began kissing and licking my breasts, telling me how beautiful they were. He reached behind me and unhooked my skirt and lowered it to the floor. Then he slowly pulled down my panties kissing me as he went. I stepped out of them and he stood back and just looked at me and smiled. He laid me down on the bed and began kissing and licking my pussy. I closed my eyes. As he tongued me, I softly moaned and opened my legs wider for him. He licked my clit and rolled it between his lips. It had been a long time since I felt this aroused. My orgasm was building and I knew it would be huge. It finally hit and I screamed, pushing my pussy into his mouth. My contractions were so intense that I don't know how he kept his tongue on me, but he did. He stopped only after I told him I was too sensitive. He moved up and held me while he softly kissed me. Then I undressed him the same way. I took off his shirt and kissed down his body. Then I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and I could see the bulge in his underwear. I pulled them down freeing his dick. He was very similar in size to Dan, but about 2 inches longer. I took it in my hand and slowly licked up and down the entire length. I pushed him back on the bed and got on my knees between his legs. I slowly took him in my mouth keeping my tongue in constant motion as I pumped up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly and slowly thrusting into my mouth. His moans got louder and I could tell he was close. After a few more strokes, he warned me he was about to cum. I kept going, letting him cum in my mouth, but didn't swallow. He seemed to go forever, flooding my mouth with his warm cum. I kept my mouth slightly open and it drained out of my mouth, down my chin and dripped on his legs and the bed. Finally, he had me stop and laid there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Then he opened his eyes and said, "That was wonderful, the best ever. Thank you." He sat up and looked at me. I had a huge smile on my face and cum was still running down my chin and the bed was covered. He said, "Wow! We sure made a mess. The maids will be talking about this." We laughed and both went to the bathroom to clean up. Then we got in bed and held each other. After about 10 minutes, I moved down and began licking and sucking him. I had to have him in me. I had to see if I was really the same. When he was erect, I said, "I need you in me. Please love me now." He smiled and moved on top of me. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I hoped the Doctor was right. I hoped this wouldn't hurt. He gently placed the head of his dick at my opening. I reached down and opened my pussy lips for him as he slowly entered me. There was no pain at all, just intense pleasure. I took his entire length with no problem. He started slowly stroking in and out of my pussy, going all the way in then, then all the way out. I felt so good. He increased his speed and I began thrusting my hips upward to meet him. He was moaning, telling me how good I was. After about 5 minutes, I could feel my orgasm building. I moved my hands to his ass and began pulling him into me with each stroke. When it came, I screamed so loud that I'm sure anyone in the adjacent rooms had to hear me. My contractions were as intense as any I've ever had. Then I felt the head of his dick swell inside me. He groaned and I could feel his cum flooding my pussy. After he finished, he rolled off me and we held each other as our orgasms subsided. After a few minutes, he said, "That was incredible, better than I ever imagined. You are truly a beautiful woman." I just smiled. I felt so good about myself. I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30pm. I said, "Oh! I've got to go. I've got to pick up the kids, get something to eat and be at the school by 7pm." I went to the bathroom, but there wasn't time to shower. I cleaned myself as best I could and fixed my hair and makeup. I was ready to leave and Bruce came to me and kissed me. I said, " This was wonderful. Thank you. You don't know how much I needed this. But, it can't happen again. I love Dan and I know you love Martha." He said, "I know, you're right. But I want you to know how much this meant to me too. You really are a beautiful woman in every respect. Don't ever think you aren't." We held each other and kissed goodbye. I put my ring back on and left. As I drove, I thought about what just happened. I realized that my fears about turning 40 and the hysterectomy making me less of a woman were unfounded. I was so stupid. For at least a year and a half, I had let it consume me to the point that I ignored myself. I should've had the operation when the Doctor told me to. I put myself through a lot pain and anguish that was unnecessary. I also ignored Dan, putting him through this as well. I realized that I cheated on him and I felt horrible about it. But I told myself that the affair was just what I needed. It was necessary to make me see what I had been doing to both of us. I guess it was therapeutic. I'd have to think more about this later. I picked up the kids and we made it to the school on time. Dan was waiting for us. We didn't get home until almost 9pm. I got the kids to take their baths and I made their lunches while Dan took his shower. Then he came and helped them with a little homework and got them to bed while I went to shower. When I got undressed I noticed a large cum stain on my panties and smiled. In fact, I had felt Bruce's cum in me all night. I took them in the shower and washed them. I also got my douche and cleaned myself out. I finished and took the dirty clothes to the laundry room. I had gotten rid of all the evidence. Dan was already in bed and I climbed in and we hugged. After he fell asleep, I moved to my side of the bed, but I couldn't get to sleep. I was still too keyed up from what happened today. I had a wonderful time and Bruce made me feel so good about myself. I can't believe it took me having an affair to realize how stupid I'd been. I guess Dan was right all along. He told me the same thing numerous times. I should've believed him. Why didn't I? If I had, I wouldn't have had sex with Bruce. I just listened to what I said and it finally sunk in. I had sex with another man. I cheated on Dan. Oh my God! I couldn't believe what I did. Dan has been loving and patient with me this whole time. He tried every way he knew to help me, but I wouldn't listen. I wouldn't believe him. I can't believe I had to validate my own self worth by cheating on my husband. Reunion I was about to cry and I didn't want to wake Dan and have him ask what was wrong. I quietly got up and went to the kitchen and cried. How could I have done that? How could I have even thought that I needed to have sex with Bruce? That I actually thought it was therapeutic. What kind of twisted logic was that? I felt so guilty. What should I do? Should I tell him what I did and hope he'll understand? What if he doesn't? What if he divorces me and takes the kids? I couldn't lose him or the kids. I couldn't handle that, it would kill me. I couldn't take the chance. I decided not to say anything. I decided to see a therapist and get some help. I had to understand why I did it so I could be the best wife I could for Dan. I truly loved him and only him. The next day I made an appointment and started seeing the therapist. Dan was very happy and very supportive. The therapist helped me to realize that I had self esteem problems. I had become too absorbed in my physical appearance and getting older. To me, 40 was the defining age between youth and old age. That was just silly. I had tied my own self worth to my appearance. I had let that define me. And my GYN problems and the hysterectomy further lowered my worth as a woman. There was much more to me than that. I finally understood what Dan and even Bruce had been trying to tell me. I still had to come to terms with my adultery. My therapist wouldn't tell me what to do. She said I had to figure that out. In the end, I decided not to tell Dan. We were getting along great and I just didn't see how confessing could be beneficial to our marriage. Instead, I committed myself to being the best wife and mother I could. And after about 6 or 7 years, I stopped thinking about it. I put it completely out of my mind and hadn't thought about it at all, until now. Now what? I was still very hurt and upset about Dan cheating on me. But somehow, I thought my infidelity was worse. We both cheated, but I hid it from him for 12 years. I wish I had my revelation before I went to Rhonda's room and pounded on the door. I might've decided that this made us even and let it go. But I didn't. I guess I had several options. I could play the wounded wife and extract endless punishment, holding this over his head forever. I could tell him how much he hurt me and after a short time, forgive him and drop it forever. Or, I could tell him what I did 12 years ago and hope he'll will forgive me. Some choices. I knew I couldn't do the first. If I forgave him and let it go, I know Dan would live with that guilt for a long time. That would be so hypocritical. The right thing to do was to tell him everything. I hoped that his infidelity would partially offset mine and in time we could forgive each other. That's what I had to do. I felt a little better after making my decision. I was physically and emotionally exhausted and went to sleep. I didn't wake up until 10am. I took a shower and got in my gym clothes. I turned on my phone and there were at least two-dozen missed calls and voicemails. In the first, Dan was telling me how sorry he was and to please call him and come home. The rest were basically the same, but he became increasingly distraught with each call. In the last on, he was crying hysterically and I could barely understand him. He was begging and pleading for me to call. I ended the messages and cried. Finally, I called the house and he answered on the first ring. He started apologizing, begging me to come home. I finally got him to calm down and told him I spent the night in a hotel. I was going to get something to eat and would be home around 1pm. I told him to eat something and make some tea or coffee. We had a lot to talk about. He thanked me. When I walked in, Dan ran and hugged me, telling me he was sorry, begging me not to leave him. We both were crying and holding each other tightly. We finally calmed down and I told him I wanted to change before we started. When I got back, he was sitting at the kitchen table and poured us each a glass of tea. I took a sip and looked at him. He hung his head in shame. I finally said, "Dan, look at me. You can't imagine how much you've hurt me. When I came to tell you I had to leave, I wondered who that woman was. She was entirely too flirtatious, laughing, giggling, touching you. And you just ate it up. And when you introduced me to Rhonda and she said she tried unsuccessfully to date you, I knew she was trouble. When we left, I told you to be careful and watch out for her, but you just laughed it off. How long after I left were you back with her?" He said, "After you left, I went to get something to eat and she found me there. She fixed a plate and joined me. We ate and talked. Then the DJ started playing music and she pulled me to the dance floor. We danced a few songs then got a drink and sat down to talk. It wasn't long before she started really coming on to me. She told me how good I looked, that I hadn't changed a bit. She told me her biggest regret was letting me get away. I'm sorry, I fell for it. Before I knew what was happening, she invited me to her room and I went." He sat there with his hands over his face. I asked, "What did you do? Did you have sex with her?" He just nodded. I said, "Tell me about it." He said, "We started kissing and fondling each other as we got undressed. We got on the bed and she started sucking me and didn't stop until I came in her mouth. Then she pulled me to her pussy and I licked her until she came. I asked, "Is her body nicer than mine? Did she suck you better than I do?" He said, "No. Her body isn't as nice as yours. Her tits sag and she's more than a few pounds over weight. Your oral talents are far superior. I guess her only plus was that she swallowed." I asked, "Did you give her an orgasm?" He nodded. I wasn't surprised. Dan knows how to eat pussy. "What happened next?" We rested for about 10 minutes and she licked and sucked me until I had an erection. She put a condom on me and got on top. We fucked for a while then she got on all 4s and told me to fuck her from behind. I did and about 5 minutes later we came. We laid down and it wasn't 5 minutes before you called me." I asked, "Was she a better lover than me? Was she tighter? Does she have any special techniques?" He replied, "No, she's nothing special at all." I said, "So, you're telling me that she was in no way as good as me? I guess that's nice to know. Do you love her?" He said, "No! Absolutely not." I asked," Are you tired of me? Do you want to experiment with other women? Have you cheated on me before?" He said, "No never. This was the only time, I swear. I'm not interested in other women." I shouted, "Then WHY did you do it?" He said, "I guess it was several things. I had a few too many drinks without eating, but that's no excuse. I knew what was happening. After you left I thought about Rhonda and what happened in High School. In my junior year I was a late bloomer. I was short, hadn't filled out and had a bad case of acne. But I had a major crush on Rhonda. She was pretty and popular. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out and she turned me down. She wasn't mean or nasty. She just said she didn't think we would be good together. We were too different. I knew exactly what she meant. I was crushed. "By the time senior year rolled around, I had changed. I had my growth spurt and filled out nicely. I had no problem getting dates and began dating Sally regularly. I guess Rhonda noticed me and tried to get me to ask her out. I thought about it, but realized how shallow she was. When I was a nerd, she wasn't interested in me but now she was. I turned her down exactly the same way she did me. I wasn't mean, I just told her I didn't think it would work. We were too different. I guess she remembered what she did and just told me she was sorry and it was too bad. I had forgotten all about her until that night. "Like I said, when I got back I got something to eat and she found me. We ate and talked and danced. We got a drink and she started complementing me again. I decided to get back at her by telling her how good a wife and lover you are. I bragged about our kids and how successful our careers and our life was. I guess I was trying to hurt her and make her see what passed up. "I'm not sure exactly what happened next. She started apologizing to me about how she treated me in high school. She said she really did like me but she just couldn't see herself with me. She knew it wasn't right, but at that time, that's just the way it was. She was almost in tears. "Then she really poured it on. She said she knew she had missed her chance and deeply regretted it. She knew I loved you and we had a great marriage and family. All this time she was holding my hand and stroking my arm. She told me again how sexy and attractive I was and that she wished that things could've been different. That she wished there was something she could do to make it up to me, to make it right. "I couldn't believe it. She had turned the tables on me. I was flattered, I was excited, I was erect. It felt great that another woman found me sexually desirable. She moved her hand to my lap and felt my erection. She softly rubbed me and told me she was staying here at the hotel. She told me we could go to her room and she would try to make it up to me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist. I followed her to her room. I guess I had a momentary lapse of reason. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say. Can you ever forgive me?" I sat there a minute thinking. Basically, he had the same insecurities I had. Of course I was going to forgive him. The real question was would he forgive me after he hears my story? I said, "Dan, you've hurt me more than anyone ever has. You broke my trust and that's something that doesn't get fixed overnight. But believe me, I can understand how it happened. Yes, I forgive you." He immediately came and took me in his arms, crying and thanking me. He repeatedly told me how sorry he was and that it would never happen again. I held him until he calmed down. Then I said, "There's one condition." He said, "I doesn't matter, I agree." I said, "You may not after I tell you what it is." He thought a second, then got a worried look on his face and said, "Please don't tell me you want revenge. Please don't tell me you're going to fuck another man to teach me a lesson and get even." I said, "No, not exactly." He was getting very upset and I finally said, "My condition is that you forgive me." He looked puzzled and said, "Me forgive you? For what? I don't understand." I finally said, "Dan, about 12 years ago, I cheated on you. I had a one time affair." I looked at him and I could see the pain register on his face as he stared in disbelief. I waited for him to say something, but he just sat there. I finally said, "Dan, are you OK?" He shot back, "Hell no, I'm not OK. I just found out my wife cheated on me and kept it a secret for 12 fucking years. How do you expect me to feel?" I said, "I expect you feel a lot like I did when I found you cheating on me, except for the compounding effect of my secret." He thought and seemed to calm down a bit then said, "I hope you don't think this makes us even. We both cheated, but you did it first. And you kept it a secret for 12 years." I said, "You may be right. But let me ask you a question and I'd like an honest answer. OK?" He nodded. "If I hadn't found out, would you have told me?" He started to say something, then stopped. Finally he said, "I'd like to think I would. But honestly, I probably wouldn't. I probably would've kept quiet and lived with the guilt. That might've been the worst punishment of all. If you ever called me on it later, I don't think I would lie. I'd tell you the truth. But, not until then. I'd probably do the same thing you did." We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then he said, "Tell me when and how it happened?" I said, "First, you have to remember my state of mind at the time. I was struggling with my fear of becoming 40, my female problems and my hysterectomy. All that made me feel inadequate and less of a woman. And even though you kept reassuring me, I just couldn't accept it. I refused to see a therapist and just asked for more time, which you gave me." Then I told him about running in to Bruce, taking the afternoon off and talking and drinking with him at the bar. I told him about Bruce having a crush on me and telling me I was beautiful in many ways. I was flattered but told him he was wrong. "But when he told me to stop selling myself short, something clicked. I thought that maybe he was right. Maybe I was beautiful and desirable. I knew you'd been telling me that the whole time, but you loved me and couldn't really be objective. Then he asked if I wanted to pretend we were single for a few hours. I knew it was wrong, but I had to. I had to see if what he said was true. Then we both took off our wedding rings and I followed him to his hotel." Dan said, "Unbelievable. You wouldn't believe me. You wouldn't let me help you. You had to go fuck another man so you could feel like a woman." I dropped my head in shame. "After you got to his hotel what happened, as if I didn't know?" I said, "He undressed me and ate my pussy until I came." "How was it? Did you enjoy it? Was he better than me?" "I enjoyed it, but he wasn't any better at it than you." He motioned for me to continue. I said, "I undressed him. I took him in my mouth and licked and sucked him. I let him cum in my mouth but didn't' swallow. I spit it out, just like I do you." He asked, "Did he enjoy it? Did he tell you what a great cocksucker you were? Did it make you feel like a WHOLE woman?" I just nodded and tears ran down my cheeks. He said, "Then I guess you fucked. Who initiated it, you or him? I said, "I did. I sucked him until he was hard. Then he got on top of me and slowly entered me. I was afraid it would hurt, but it didn't. We stayed in the same position until we had our orgasms." "How did you feel afterward? Did you feel guilty at all?" I said, "I'm sorry, but I felt good. All my fears about myself were gone. I did feel bad about cheating on you but I told myself that my affair made me see what I had been doing to myself and to you. The guilt came later that night." Then I told him about not being able to sleep because I was thinking about it and realizing what I did. Then I went in the kitchen to cried and decided to see a therapist. I told him about my decision to not tell you, keeping it a secret. And how, after 6-7 years, I put it out of my mind and completely forgot about it until now. We sat in silence for a while, then he said, "Unbelievable. I tried so hard to help you but you wouldn't let me. We were drifting apart and I thought I was going to lose you. Then you went to therapy and over the next months, you began to change. Finally I had my Pam back. I had no clue." He said sarcastically, "I guess you never really know someone do you?" I shot back, "I guess not. I never imagined you would cheat on me. Just like I'm sure you never thought I would cheat on you." We stared at each other and finally I said, "Dan, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you and I'm sure you never meant to hurt me. But we did. But we can't let this be the end of us. I love you and don't know what I'd do without you. We did the worst thing a spouse can do. We broke our vows of honesty and fidelity and severely damaged our trust in each other. We have to work to get those things back." Dan seemed to be staring into space looking at nothing. He was totally disconnected from me. I said, "Dan? Please tell me what you're thinking." He looked at me and said, "Everything, I'm thinking about everything. I feel so stupid and ashamed for letting myself get involved with Rhonda. I feel so bad about cheating on you. I'm devastated that I couldn't help you and you had to find what you needed with another man. Do you know how inadequate that makes me feel?" I said, "Dan, you weren't inadequate in any way. It was all me. All my therapy boiled down to the fact that I always had low self esteem. It just blew up as I approached 40 and everything surrounding my hysterectomy. Those were things you had no control of. They were entirely my doing. When I was finally able to admit that, I started getting better. And believe me, I couldn't have done it without your love and understanding. I should've told you. If I had and you divorced me, we wouldn't even be talking about this. And if you forgave me, we would only be talking about your infidelity and if I would forgive you, which I do." Dan thought for a minute asked "Why did you confess? What did you hope to accomplish by telling me after 12 years? I said, " I didn't want you to feel like you were the only on who screwed up; that you fell off the pedestal and I was there looking down on you. That would've been so hypocritical. I thought you should know." "You thought I should know? The time to have told me was 12 years ago when it happened, not now. Maybe you were trying to relieve your guilt? But since you've able to live with it for 12 fucking years and even said you hadn't even thought about it for 5 years, I don't think that's it. The only possible reason was to punish me. You wanted to show me exactly how it feels. Well, you certainly did that. "Damn you. Why did you have to tell me? Why couldn't that be your punishment for what you did to me 12 years ago? You could've punished me some other way. But telling me now is absolutely cruel. You must really hate me." I said, Dan. I don't hate you. I didn't tell you to punish you. I just thought you needed to know that I'm not perfect. That I made the same mistake you did. If I hated you, I wouldn't have forgiven you." He asked, "You keep saying that. Exactly why do you forgive me? Is it because you know much I love you and how sorry I am for hurting you like this? Or is it because you think that by forgiving me, it'll make it easier for me to forgive you?" I started to say something, but stopped. He was right. I guess I did think that we could forgive each other and our infidelities would cancel each other out. I said, "Dan, where do we go from here? What are we going to do?" He said, "I don't honestly know. Right now, I can't tell you that I forgive you, because I don't. And if you think about it, you might not forgive me. I can't think any more, too much has happened. I'm going to pack a bag and go to a hotel for a while. I've got to get away and think this through." I pleaded, "Dan, please don't leave. We need to work this out together." He said, "No, I have to." He went to the bedroom and packed his travel bags. He came back and said, "I think we both should spend this time thinking about our marriage and if we want it to continue. And if so, how do we do it. Why don't we write each other a letter? That way we can tell each other exactly how we feel without being influenced by what each other says? And we need to be honest. Please don't call me unless it's a real emergency. I'll come home Saturday about 1pm. I think we'll be in a better frame of mind to take the next step, what ever that is." Then he left. After the door closed, I started crying. I couldn't believe what had happened to us. I was very concerned about our marriage. I was afraid it was over. It was a long week but finally, it was Saturday. Right at 1pm I heard the door open and Dan came in. I went to great him and we tentatively hugged each other. I asked where his bags were and he said "They're in my car. There's no sense unpacking until we decide what we're going to do. I cringed at his answer." I poured us some tea and we sat at the kitchen table. Dan said, "First, I want to tell you that I had myself tested for STDs. As I thought, I'm clean. I know that just means I don't have anything now. But unless you have another confession to make, that means you're OK too. My Doctor said that since I used a condom, the chances of me having something were small. But, I have to go back in 3 months and get checked again. If there's nothing then, I'm probably OK. But for the record, I won't be having any type of sex with anyone until then." Reunion I said, "Thanks for telling me." We just sat there staring at our tea. I made the first move. I said, "I guess it's time." We exchanged letters and I said, "I'll go to the den to read mine. When you're through why don't you join me?" He nodded. Dear Dan, First I want to tell you that I'm so sorry for what I've done to you. Even though I was physically and emotionally ill, I shouldn't have done it. I should've tried harder. I know you tried to help me, but I wouldn't let you. And I should've told you about it after I got well. That was the right thing to have done and the right time to have done it. But I didn't. I was so afraid you would leave me and as fragile as I was then, I couldn't have handled it. Once I made that decision, I should never have brought it up again. You were right, that should've been my punishment for what I did to you. I should've taken it to my grave. Dropping that bomb on you after 12 years was cruel. I really don't believe I intentionally meant to hurt and punish you, but that's exactly what I did. And I did feel guilty about it. I've lived all these years with the fear that you might some how find out. But I guess I was even more afraid to tell you. But, as our marriage improved, I thought less and less about it. I know that sounds terrible, but after 6-7 years, I did stop thinking about it, until now. I'm sorry. Now, as for your affair with Rhonda, I thought about it all week. And the more I thought, the madder I got. I thought we had a great marriage. You've always been so loving and understanding, especially with all the issues surrounding my hysterectomy. You were so patient. A lesser man would've given up and left me. That's what makes this so difficult to understand and accept. There has to be some reason you gave in. You said it was a momentary lapse of reason. How do I know you won't have another lapse the next time some woman is nice to you and strokes your ego? Are you going to have sex with her too? I realized that even though I said I forgave you, I didn't. And I wasn't sure I ever could. I've lost my trust in you and honestly, my respect for you. If this was only about your infidelity, I'd be inclined to end this marriage. Because, I don't know how I could ever really trust and respect you like I did before. I felt so hypocritical for feeling this way, but that's the way I felt. After I finished venting all my anger on you, I thought about things again. I realized that many of your feelings were very similar to what I experienced. The way Rhonda treated you in high school hurt your pride. At the Reunion, she started in on you about what she missed by rejecting you. You tried to hurt her by telling her how great your life was. I guess, in a way, you were trying to prove something to her. But even more, I think you were trying to prove something to yourself. That's essentially what I did with my affair. While you didn't reject me, I felt that you were just telling me those things because I was your wife, not because you believed them. I thought I had to prove to myself that I was sexy and desirable, that I was a whole woman. You used Rhonda to validate yourself and I used Bruce. That's when I realized it's not just about your infidelity. I was just as guilty as you. We both fell off the pedestal. I guess we're both damaged goods. When something is damaged, you either try to fix it, or throw it away. So I guess we have to decide if we want to try to fix our marriage or throw it away. I've spent all week thinking about it. I don't want a divorce. I do still love you, but I can't forgive you yet. It's going to take time. You are going to have to earn my trust and respect, like I'll have to earn yours. We have 29 years invested in us and I think we owe it to ourselves to try to save it. We're both damaged, but I truly hope we can be fixed. Love, Pam Dear Pam, I'm not sure you really understand how much you've hurt me. When you started having your problems, you became a different person. You were always in a bad mood and snapped at the kids and me for no reason. Our sex life ended. You showed no concern for my feelings or needs. Yet, even through all of it, I never stopped loving you and never even considered cheating on you. I knew you were sick, physically and emotionally. When you finally agreed to counseling, I was so happy. Eventually you got past your problems and our lives returned to normal and we were happy again. Now, 12 years later, you tell me that at the same time you withdrew from me sexually and emotionally, you willingly gave those things to another man. I was devastated, I was heart broken and then I was pissed. I was ready to file for divorce right then. But when I calmed down, I realized that you were sick. You weren't the Pam I knew and loved all those years. I wish you'd told me 12 years ago, but I understand why you didn't. Like I told you, I wouldn't have told you if you hadn't caught me. So I can honestly tell you that I forgive you for what you did 12 years ago. But there's still the issue of trust. I began to wonder it there had been other times, other men. I looked back over our marriage to see if there were any other times you behaved differently. I found none. Your words and actions, the way you've treated the kids and me, tell me that was the only time. Ever since then, you've been the Pam I've known and loved. That's when I realized that not only do I forgive you, I'm not afraid you will ever do it again. I trust you. I know it's not that simple. We have a lot of work to do. Since there'll be no sex for 3 months, we'll have time to work on our marriage without that pressure. I want to tell you again how sorry I am. I'm so ashamed of myself. The fact that I was flattered and excited was no excuse. I was just a stupid, selfish man, who let himself be taken in by someone who had no concern for me. Rhonda used me to satisfy her curiosity about what might've been and I let her. I do hope you can forgive me and want to save our marriage. I do love you and can't imagine spending my life without you. Love, Dan When I finished reading, I was almost in tears. Not only did he forgive me, but he still trusts me. I wasn't as understanding. Dan walked in and sat on the couch. I said, "Dan, I'm glad you understand what I did and why. Not only do you forgive me, but you have regained your trust in me. I don't know what to say except thank you." Dan just looked at me then said, "I'm glad you understand my situation with Rhonda, even though I was completely at fault. I told you I forgive and trust you. You tell me we're damaged and you can't forgive me now and have lost not only your trust in me, but your respect for me as well. You say that after all these years we owe it to ourselves to try to save our marriage, like it's an obligation. That's not exactly the ringing endorsement I was hoping for. I guess what I need to know is do you still love me? Do you think that you will ever be able to forgive and trust me again? Can you ever respect me again? If you honestly don't think you can, I guess it's over. We don't need to spend time pretending we can be fixed." I said, "Dan I do still love you and I do want us to remain married. I don't want a divorce. I just need time. This is all too fresh. Can you understand?" He sighed heavily and said, "I guess so. I have 12 years of history telling me it'll be OK. You have one week. What now?" I said, "I want you get your bags out of your car. I want you home with me." I went to him and we hugged each other. He got his bags and headed up the stairs. I stopped him asking, "Where are you going?" He said, "I'm not sure you want me in our bed. I thought I should stay in the guest room for a while." I said, "Don't be ridiculous. Sleeping in separate rooms isn't going to help us. Neither is not making love for 3 months, but I understand the need for it. The best way to get past this is to try to resume our normal life." At first things were very awkward. We felt funny about undressing in front of each other. Dan was hesitant to touch me and honestly, his first advances bothered me. He must've sensed it and backed off. I had to make the first move. But things gradually improved and we became more comfortable with each other. We talked and laughed like before and our affection for each other returned. Everything was getting back to normal. In the beginning, the thought of sex with Dan frightened me but now I was looking forward to it. I couldn't wait for his 3-month check up. I hoped it would be the final piece of the puzzle to fix our marriage. The 3-month period passed without either of us saying anything. After a week, I asked Dan if he had gone to the Doctor. He said he forgot and would make an appointment. Another week passed and I asked again. He said he was too busy with work and hadn't called. But he promised to do it tomorrow. After another week with no comment, I asked again. He started making more excuses. I stopped him saying, "Dan, stop it!. Why don't you want to get tested? Are you afraid you have a STD?" He looked at me and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. He said, "No, I'm afraid of what's going to happen when I find out I'm OK." I gave him a very puzzled look. He said, "We've been getting along so well. We're more open and honest with each other. We laughed and talked and snuggled and kissed. I think it's because we knew it wouldn't go any further. There's been no pressure for us to make love. After I find out I'm OK, there will be. But what if it doesn't work? What if it stirs feelings of resentment in you about what I did? What if it stirs those feelings in me? Then we're back to the beginning or worse." I said, "Dan I understand, but we can't live the rest of our lives like this. We have to move forward. Whatever happens, happens and we'll deal with it. Please go get tested." He agreed. The following week Dan came home and handed me a letter from his Doctor. It was his test results, he was OK. I said, "This is great news. Why don't we go out Saturday and celebrate?" He said, "The fact that I cheated on you but didn't pick up a STD isn't really anything to celebrate. It shouldn't have happened in the first place." I said, "I guess you're right. I'm just so glad you're OK. Why don't I fix a nice dinner here? If anything, we can celebrate the progress we've made. Then we can take it from there and see what happens." He said that was fine. I spent Saturday making our favorite meal, lasagna. It was a recipe from my Mom. I didn't make it very often because it took forever, but I wanted tonight to be special for both of us. I baked an apple pie and bought vanilla ice cream for dessert. I set the table in the formal dining room, using our nicest china and silverware. I took my bath and fixed my hair and makeup. I put on one of my sexier dresses. It didn't exactly scream, 'Come fuck me', but pretty close. Dan had spent the day working in the garage and taking care of the lawn. When he finished and came in, he said it sure smelled good. Then he saw me and said, "WOW! You look great. You're absolutely beautiful." I said, "Thank you. I would hug and kiss you, but you're filthy. Go take your shower and dress nicely for dinner." He went to the bathroom and I finished getting dinner ready. I lit candles and poured the wine. He came out in his best suit. He looked so handsome. I went to him and we hugged and kissed. I escorted him to the dining room. He said, "This looks great. Thanks for going to all this trouble, but I'm not sure I'm worth it." I said, "Dan, yes you are." We sat down and ate. Everything was great, if I do say so myself. During dinner we talked and laughed and made several toasts to us. After we finished we went into the den and I put on some soft romantic music. We sat next to each other and drank our wine and listened to the music. He said, "This was wonderful. It couldn't have been any better. Thank you for everything. But I'm still not sure I'm worth..." I stopped him by giving him a long deep kiss. I pulled him up and said, "Dance with me." We danced all around the den like we did when we first got married. When the song ended, we held each other and kissed. Then I took his hand and led him to our bed. I'd like to say that we made wild passionate love, the best ever. But it wasn't. In fact, from a purely physical perspective, it ranked near the bottom. I think we were both too nervous and tentative. But there was an emotional reconnection that was better than any physical act we ever did. After we finished, we held each other and Dan said, "I'm so sorry for everything." I said, "We both hurt each other and did something we deeply regret. You've gotten past what I did and forgiven me, but I've been unable to. It's time for me to do that as well. I honestly forgive you for what you did and you have earned my trust and respect. It's over. We need to close the book on this and look forward to spending the rest of our lives together." Dan couldn't stop thanking me. I knew we were going to be alright. Then I said, "Dan, please make love to me again." We did and this time, it was better than it's ever been. Reunion "Hey, where you at?" I asked. Honestly, I was so nervous I was surprised I could even speak. "I'm walking into the lobby. Where you at?" He replied. My heart started beating faster. So fast I could hear it in my ears above all the music, tourists, and slot machines going off in the distance. "Um, I'm here. I'm in a long white skirt and navy blue tank top. You can't miss me. I'm taller than everyone here." As soon as the words came out of my mouth I thought, "Shannon, really? A tall joke? That's the best you can come up with?" "Okay..." He said. His voice has such an appealing tone to it. Not too deep. Not too high...Just right...Now that I think about it, last I remembered, everything about him was just right. Moments passed that seemed like forever. "Does he see me? Calm down. It's not that serious. Has it really been years? Time flies so fast when you're distracted." "Hello? Shannon?" His voice reminded me of the fact that I was not on Planet Shannon, but in the lobby of the Circus Circus. "Yeah, my bad. I'm here. I just got distracted a bit." I said, as I watched the tourists come in and out of the hotel lobby doors. It's amazing to me how different tourists seem but usually, when you see them they will either be one of two things -- absolutely confused or in complete awe. At least when they're sober. But that's another tangent for another time. "Turn around..." I heard not only through my cell phone, but through my free ear. Before I could think, my body turned around, right into him...I would have probably knocked us both over if he hadn't grabbed hold of me to steady me. "Ooh. That grip..." My subconscious started to distract me again, but I reigned it in...quickly. "Oh my goodness! It's been so long! Look at you!" I hugged him. His strong arms wrapped around my slim waist. I remember last I saw him, I was definitely not this size. I was bigger. Not that I look bad now. Just different. He smelled so good... "I know! Too long. You look amazing." He said. After we let go of each other we stood for a second just looking at each other. I couldn't believe he was standing here. He hadn't changed too much. He had, of course, matured. His chocolate skin was still smooth. His lips were still strong and defined, but looked so soft and enticing. His eyes still read every emotion going through his brain. And right now they were looking me up and down... "So...What do you want to do?" I asked. Hoping he would ignore the sexual tension vibrating between us. I am pretty sure everyone else around us could feel it, but I think part of me figured if I just ignored it, it would fade away. "Um, I don't now. What do YOU feel like doing?" He asked. "Fucking like rabbits," was the thought that popped into my head, but what came out of my mouth was, "I guess we can go to the food court and walk around a bit." "Um...Okay. Sure." He complied. I say complied because he didn't sound exactly thrilled. Honestly, they say great minds think alike, and I am pretty sure that we were thinking the same thing. I inhaled deeply and started to walk. "So how have you been? I mean, tell me something I don't know. How have you been aside from telephone conversations and text messages?" "I've been alright. Still in Atlanta for now, so I'm just dealing with that. Honestly, this past few days here back home have made me realize how much I miss it. You know?" I said. I almost started to think about all the drama and stress I had waiting for me back in Atlanta, but I had to catch myself and remind myself not to ruin a good reunion. "That's good. I've been alright. It's good to see you again though...You know..." He started to speak, but while we were passing the Adventuredome, the sound of everything go to be so distracting, I couldn't hear what he was saying, let alone pay attention to him. When he stopped speaking, I replied with some kind of generic answer. He became quiet. When I looked at him, he had this, "What the fuck?" face on. "What?" I asked. Almost as confused as he was. "I asked how things were going with you and your ex or whatever he is right now, and you said, 'I can dig it.'" He told me. My face turned red. "Oh. Wow...Um. My bad. Yeah. But we are still ex's. He wants to get back together, but quite frankly, I enjoy being single. I think I am going to stay this way a very long time. And no matter what, I am definitely getting back into a relationship with that man. We are way too incompatible." I said. I started to keep talking and almost venting about it all, but I stopped myself. Not like a man wants to hear about another man anyway, right? "Oh. Good for me. Bad for him!" He commented. I wasn't sure if he was just joking or not, but my guess was that even if he was joking, there was a sprig of truth to it. I laughed the nervous, courtesy laugh before we both faded back into silence. What do I say to him? I mean, this is the first time I have seen him in forever. But it's not like we didn't talk all the time and keep up with each other. So "catching up" wasn't relevant... "So...to be honest, I am not really in a walking kind of mood. I mean, it's not like there's much to see here at the Circus Circus, anyway. Want to go outside and walk the Strip?" I offered. Anything to distract me from this dark, handsome man that was walking but a couple of inches from me. Every now and then we would bump each other lightly, just close enough to brush each other's skin. And every time my hand touched his arm, I recoiled slightly, hoping he didn't notice the electricity sparking from my fingers. "Honestly, not really. You forget it's June and it's Vegas. It's damn near 100 plus outside. I'd really rather be inside in the air conditioning." He laughed. "Yeah. You're right..." I replied, while I debated with myself as to what to do. My head kept tempting me to just tell him let's go back to my room and chill. I can smoke and we can talk. But the logical side of myself kept getting in the way, "Shannon, are you that horny right now? I mean, I know a year is a long time, but aren't you supposed to NOT be getting distracted? Sex and feelings and relationships and all that will just distract you from everything else." You know how you always have that angel and devil fighting with each other on your shoulder? Well, right after that angelic logical side of me spoke, the devilish realistic side of me scoffed, "Haha. Yeah, whatever. You knew when you told him you wanted to see him again what the deal was! And he does, too. We're all grown, right? So what's wrong with really good sex with no strings attached? As long as you let him know you just want the sex, then what's the problem?" My angel spoke in my defense, "There's no such thing as sex with no strings attached. You know that. It's happened before. You try to have that 'define the relationship' conversation, but eventually either he or you will end up catching feelings. It is inevitable. Besides, sex isn't something you've ever taken casually anyway, so why start now?" "You know," he started, knocking me back down to earth, "you seem so much quieter now than you did back in the day. It's like you're a lot more introverted now." "Oh, really? Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind. That's all." I said. It's the typical answer I gave everyone. I figure if I say that most people will just be polite and let me be, and not ask me a whole bunch of probing questions about what's going on in my head because I know if I told them everything I thought, they wouldn't look at me the same again. "Like what? Is everything okay?" He asked, looking concerned. "Oh, it's nothing serious. Just stuff, that's all." I reply. "So, have you come up with any new ideas as to what you would like to do for the day, or no?" "Okay, well you can tell me anything, while you're trying to avoid the subject. But I won't force it. And no, I don't know what else we can really do." He said, with a bit of frustration in his voice. I wondered if it was from the fact that we both knew we were acting as if we weren't attracted to each other...and always have been. Or was it because he genuinely wanted to know what was on my brain. If it was the second one, he'd have to just be disappointed. I learned from my last relationship that the more silent you are the better. That way they don't have any leverage. Is it a control thing, or a fright thing? I don't know. Irrational, I know. I sighed. "Well, I guess we can always go back up to my room and just chill there for a while. At least there we can be some what less distracted." He cocked an eyebrow at my last sentence as if to ask what "less distracted" meant, but didn't want to ask. "I mean," he said, "If you're not comfortable we don't have to." I laughed. "Why wouldn't I be comfortable around you? How long have we known each other?" "Okay. I am down with that then." He said. I turned to walk towards the elevator. For the first time in the history of Las Vegas casinos, the elevator hallway was empty. Which meant that I would be with him...alone...in the elevator...for 4 floors... "It's so crazy how different we look. I guess that's what time does to you, you know?" I stated, reminiscing more than anything. Time seemed such a bittersweet entity to me at this point in my life...We stepped into the elevator, and instead of standing near him, I stood across from him. I didn't want to be so close to him when I don't trust myself. We're already in this small box they call an elevator, so my slight claustrophobia started to kick in. I white-knuckled the rail behind me, and stared at my reflection in the mirrored wall. "Yeah, but you don't look bad at all. You're still beautiful." He said. For a split second I think my face registered about 50 different emotions that went like this, "Huh? Oh, how sweet. Yeah, I know it's probably just sweet talk though." Beautiful isn't something I'm called too often. Sexy, hot, sexy, sexy...Never beautiful though... "Thanks. You look good, too. You're in a lot better shape than I am, that's for sure," I said. The bad part about a man like him is he pays attention to me. And I know that sounds crazy, but being in a relationship for so long where the man couldn't tell if I was mad until the steam literally came out of my ears, and constantly forgot things like anniversaries, birthdays, historical events even...It's so odd having someone pay attention to my facial expressions, and my body language...or just notice me. "Ha! Whatever. I'm so out of shape." He claimed. Looking down at his body. "By the look of those arms, you look like you can bench press me with no problem...Matter of fact, that sounds pretty good right now. I wonder...if I just push the emergency stop button and make the elevator stop, how long would it take for emergency crews to come get us," I thought to myself. Those strong arms just holding me, enveloping me in a great combination of hard muscles and smooth skin...mmmm... I just smiled. 4th floor. DING. Time to get off. I finally exhaled and stepped off of the elevator. Thank God. Just get me away from this man and this thing he is doing to me! Room 417. I paused for a second at the door. "Please, whatever happens, do not let me make an utter fool of myself." I thought. I slid the key into the door, and popped it open. I grabbed the remote control from the bed and turned the TV on. "Sit down, get comfy. I would say take off your shoes, but this is a hotel and not my mother's house so it's up to you." I stated as I switched my heels to flip flops. I hate wearing shoes, to be honest. If I could get away with wearing flip flops and high heels everywhere, I would. I was nervous, so I knew it was time to fire up a blunt. "Oh, hold on real quick," I said as I walked into the bathroom. I emerged with a towel, a scrunchie, and a plastic shower cap. He was looking at me crazy. "No, I'm not taking a shower." I said, as I stood on the bed closest to the smoke detector. I wrapped the shower cap around the smoke detector, and put the scrunchie around the cap to keep it in place. I jumped down from the bed and tucked the towel underneath the door. "It's so they can't detect the smoke," I said. "Why didn't you just get a smoking room?" He asked, laughing a bit at the ridiculousness of it all. "Well, for one the smell of cigarettes and cheap cigars nauseates me, and two, I am allergic to nicotine, so I technically can't be in a room where the residue is all over every thing." I explained. "Oh. Okay." I sat at the desk and split my vanilla dutch. Always dutches if I don't have a bowl. No exceptions. I hoped he wouldn't notice me shaking a bit because I was nervous. His presence just...does something. It's like this magnetic pull...And I have to focus on distracting myself from it or I would get lost...But now...I wanted nothing more than to just give in and get lost. I wet my lips and rolled the dutch nice and tight. I took my lighter and dried it out a little, before I got up and sat next to him in front of the TV. I sparked it up and started smoking. He just looked at me and smiled. "So would you ever think about moving back?" He asked, while we channel surfed. "I might. Atlanta's okay, but it has a lot of work to do. It's a lot of old men running a city full of young people. Like, the political garbage Atlanta has become would be compared to like, if America would have elected McCain instead of Obama. A bunch of old principles trying to fight the new era. And it just doesn't work." "I don't know about anyone else, but I know if you did move back, I'd be happy. I would get to see you more often." He said. I just smiled. The weed was starting to hit my lungs, and there is nothing like a smooth high from some dutch passion purp rolled in a vanilla dutch. "You say the simplest things, but they always leave me speechless. I guess that's why I always liked you so much. You're so different from most other men. And it's so refreshing." I said. I had thought I was saying it in my head, but apparently I didn't. So he had heard everything. I turned beet red. "I'm sorry. Did I really just say that out loud? I am so sorry. I gotta stop smoking weed..." He laughed. "You are hilarious, you know that?" "I know it was a dumb thing to say. Sorry." "I never understood how a girl like you thinks and says the things you think and say about yourself." "Huh?" I looked at him. He looked at me. And for some reason, my instinct told me that this was the point of no return. My heart was beating fast. My palms started to moisten. My breath started to shorten. I almost felt dizzy, but I wasn't sure if it was me being nervous or if it was the weed talking. I was right, though. The silence told enough. He leaned over, and softly kissed me. I swear it was like a vacuum took all my breath out of my body. I felt a tingle from my lips to my toes and back. "Damn, and he's a good kisser, too!" I never really knew what it was like to be completely turned on by someone until then. Of course, physical attraction is always a turn on, but to be mentally and physically attracted to someone takes it to a completely different level. Deeper. More meaningful. When we pulled apart, I just looked at him. What do I say? What do I do? All I could do was get up. So I did. I put my blunt out and set it on the desk. I heard some movement behind me, and when I turned around, he was standing up. My dumb self blurts out, "Are you leaving?" He cocked an eyebrow and let out a little laugh like, "Are you serious?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I am 5'10" tall, 140 pounds, and for some reason, I felt so small. He put a hand behind my neck, an arm around my waist, and kissed me. Passionately. Strong, but not overbearing. Holding me tight, but not suffocating me. "Dear God, if I have ever asked for anything in this world, I am asking you right now not to let this moment end." I thought, as I placed my hands on his back. It's what I had been missing -- true passion. My knees started to melt, and I almost fell over. He held me a little tighter to support me. His other hand intertwined into my hair and he pulled back gently. I tried to breathe, but all I could manage was a tiny inhale before his lips touched my neck. I bit my lip so hard I almost expected it to start bleeding. "Control. Stop! You shouldn't be doing this. Distractions, remember!" My angel started to scream. I think the demon either killed the angel or the angel gave up and flew away because that was the last I heard from it. My grip tightened on his back as his lips explored my neck and collarbone, only to move slowly down towards his waist. All the clothes we had on seemed like such a huge burden. They had to come off. I think he was thinking the same thing, too, but apparently I wasn't quick enough. By the time I started to tug on his shirt, it was on the floor behind us, and miraculously so was mine. I took my hands and tried to cover myself up. I felt so self-conscious around him. Not like I needed to be. I mean, if we've come this far, I'm pretty sure he has no qualms about my body. Right? He took my hands and pulled me towards the bed. Could he hear my heart humming through my chest? I sat down on the edge, while he stood in front of me. I wondered what he tasted like. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. By the looks of his breathing patters, he was having the same control issues I was...I unbuttoned his pants. I was still shaking. I saw it pop out of his boxers. It was so big...so dark...so...enticing. I liked how it jumped in my hand when I ran my fingers down it. It's smooth, too...I took one last glance at him staring at me before I wrapped my fingers around him and kissed the tip. I could feel him get harder. I smiled a little. I saw a little drop of pre-cum and leaned over to lick it off. Yummy...He groaned and put his fingers through my hair. I wrapped my lips around the tip and slid my mouth up and down. His hands had grip of my hair, and I wasn't sure if it was for his control or mine, but I didn't care. I was so wet I was shocked I hadn't soaked through my skirt. It didn't last long before he pulled me back. I let out this little moan. I wanted him so badly... "Scoot back," he said, his voice low and feral. I obeyed. He grabbed my skirt as I did, and pulled it off of me. Here I was in front of him completely naked and vulnerable. He shook his pants off and climbed onto the bed. He paused a moment on top of me and kissed me again...back down my neck...to my collar bone...I've always had this thing about my breasts ( I never liked them. Still don't.) so the lower he got, the more I wanted to cover them up, but he wasn't having any of that. I could feel him hard against my thigh as he took my little nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. My back arched at the sensation, and my insides were pulsating. He licked it before he left to explore my stomach, his tongue circling my navel ring. "Ooh," was all I could manage. His hand had slipped in between my legs, and he took a single finger and started exploring. I gripped the blanket and bit my lip. He had made his way back up to me, but his hand was not done. He kissed me again and again. I was almost lost. I wanted him so badly inside me. Almost as soon as I had that thought, his hand stopped. He placed himself between my thighs, and his lips on my neck. He slid inside me in one smooth movement. I inhaled because as big as he is, it kind of hurt. He paused. "You okay? Am I hurting you?" he asked. I took a deep breath as my body got used to his size. It'd been what seemed like forever since I had even had sex, so I knew I was tight, but I wasn't sure if it was because I was just that small or if he was just that big... I kissed him to let him know I was okay. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him in a little deeper. I felt so...complete. The weight of him on top of me felt so right. "Please, don't let anything ruin this." Being engaged twice and having long term relationships, none of the sex had ever felt like this. Then again, now that I think about it, I don't think that what we were doing was just having sex. That makes it sound so...plain. And it was anything but. The rhythm started slow and sensual. In and out, so deep and enveloping. I hoped I hadn't left any scratches on his back. He was groaning low in my hear, and the vibrations in my ear just made me even more wet. He took his had and grabbed my hair again, and pulled my head back. Reunion "Oooh...baby..." I gasped. "Mm. Shannon..." "Yes...Bryce..." He thrust so deep, I could feel him pushing against my walls. The combination of the pain and the pleasure left goose bumps down my body. I cried out a little. Could he feel me tightening around him? The pressure inside me was starting to build up. My head was light. And the fact that I was high just heightened my senses. We were beginning to sweat. Each time he thrust in and out I could feel him rubbing that oh so delicate g-spot. Time and space seemed so irrelevant at that moment. It was just me and him... "Oh, God...Bryce...Please..." He nibbled my neck a little. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, moving up and down to meet him. When I closed my eyes, I could feel every little movement. It was absolutely wonderful. "If this is anything like making love, I have been missing out for a very long time..." "You feel so good..." He just groaned. I hope the people in the other rooms can't hear us... if they can, then oh well. I wasn't too concentrated on them at the moment to be honest. They can always just turn the TV up... "Ooh... Daddy..." He thrust hard. "You like that?" He whispered in my ear. "Ooh...talking dirty, too? Jesus, why wasn't I with this man earlier?" "Yes, daddy..." He kissed me. "Oh, God...baby...I'm about to cum..." "No...I want you to wait..." He slowed down a little. Oh, God. What is this devilish game he is playing with me? Please... I can't take it... "Please..." "Not yet..." I could feel my toes start to go numb, and my fingertips, too. I could hear both of us but I wasn't exactly focusing on anything but how amazing he felt inside me. I think for a split second I became frightened because I had just realized that he didn't have a condom on. But that thought didn't last too long. Nothing really mattered, honestly. Just us...Slowly, he started to build back up. He took his free hand and wrapped his fingers around my throat, while his other hand stayed intertwined in my hair. His fingers tightened slightly around my throat so that I could feel the pressure, but I could still breathe at the same time. "Ahh...Baby..." "Yes, Shannon?...You like that?" "Yes..." "God damn, you're so wet..." "Ooh...Bryce...please..." I could feel him reach his hardest. Impaling me. I glanced at him and I could see an almost feral look in his eyes. Probably the same one I had in mine...I looked at his body against mine...There was something so sensual about the contrast of our skin to each other that turned me on even more. "Ooh, Shannon..." "Yes, daddy..." I moved my legs a little higher up on his back so he could get as deep as he possible. He let out this guttural sound that made vibrations all through out my body. "Please...Ooh..." "Please? You want to cum?" "Mm...Please, daddy..." "Yeah, that's it... Beg for it... Damn, you feel so good..." He went faster and harder. The pressure started building back up, until it felt like I couldn't take it any more. "Oh, damn...I'm coming..." "Oh, God... Bryce..." It was the last thing I could manage before the explosion came. Literally, an explosion of...passion, pleasure, pain... I could feel him cum inside me as my body tensed up and he kissed me. Me pulsating around him as he was jumping inside me. During the Renaissance, the French used to call an orgasm "The little death," and now, I know exactly why...A few moments passed before I started to float gently back down from space into my little hotel room... He placed his head on my neck and slowly started to pull out. I didn't realize how wet I was until then, when I started dripping on the bed. I hated the empty feeling I had inside when he collapsed onto the bed next to me, but it was okay because not soon after, he pulled me close to him. I placed my head in the crook of his shoulder and placed a leg across one of his. With a smile on our faces, we both knew that if we spoke it would just ruin the moment, so he simply kissed me on the forehead. I placed my hand on his chest and we both happily drifted into our dreams... Reunion He sat there in the airport growing more nervous with each passing second. There are some mistakes that a person regrets for their entire life and never has the opportunity to go back and fix. This was his opportunity to go back and have another chance at the mistake he regretted most in his entire life. Years ago, when he was in university, he'd had the fortunate opportunity to meet a really amazing girl. He'd seen her nearby, talking with some of her friends, and immediately came to the conclusion that this was a really funny, easy-going girl that was also incredibly cute. She was always smiling and laughing and seemed to make everyone around her very happy. They were eventually introduced to each other, but by that time, she was dating another guy. Thinking that waiting around wasn't very productive, he went about his own life and saw other people as well. Throughout their years in university, they maintained a really fun friendship but never had the opportunity to see if they were destined for more than that. Months turned to years, university turned to work and locations changed. Unfortunately they grew apart from each other and life continued on without their bond holding them together. Then, years later, they bumped into each other, and started to catch up on old times. It took no time at all and they fell back into their comfortable relationship. It also didn't take long for both of them discover that they still had strong feelings for each other. However, life had taken them in different directions and they were now living over six thousand kilometres apart. This was going to be their first meeting in many years and the butterflies in his stomach were multiplying like rabbits. His heart was pounding heavily in his chest and it felt like everyone around him was aware of it. Her palms were starting to sweat and she was actually starting to feel a little bit dizzy. She couldn't actually recall a time when she had felt like this before in her life. She was on her way to meet up with the guy that she'd had a crush on for the better part of a decade. They were finally going to get to see each other again and she was excited beyond belief. She was also very worried about what his reaction to seeing her after all these years might be; would he like what he found or would he realize he'd made a big mistake? She was actually starting to wonder if she'd have the strength and courage to get off the plane. They had made plans to take a road trip together using a truck and camper. They were going to visit a bunch of different places that neither of them had ever been to. It would have been a really exciting trip to take, even if it wasn't with him. But it was with him, and she knew that it wasn't really the trip that mattered, and she couldn't stop worrying about their first encounter. I checked my watch for the tenth time. It was 2:53 and according to the flight boards, her flight was still on schedule for 2:55. Two more minutes until her flight was scheduled to arrive, I couldn't stand the wait, it was unbearable. It felt like an eternity, but it was only 3:03 on my watch when people started to flow out of the gate. It took me a minute of frantic searching to finally spot her walking to the waiting area. She hadn't seen me yet and what I saw really caught me by surprise. She was standing about 5'3" with wavy shoulder length brown hair that framed the cutest face I'd ever seen in my life. She was wearing a dark knee length skirt that did a good job of showing off her legs, but what really caught my attention was the halter top that she was wearing. It was bright red and cut very low into her cleavage. It did an incredible job of drawing attention to her full 36D breasts. I quickly slipped through the crowd of people walking out of the gate and worked made my way over to her. It was only when I got close to her that she finally spotted me, and a huge smile broke out over her face. I'd forgotten just how adorable she looked when she was happy. She dropped her backpack to the floor and I wrapped my arms around her. She smelled so nice, it was a gentle vanilla scent and I couldn't help but inhale deeply when I buried my face into her neck. "I missed you so much," I whispered into her ear as we held our embrace. "I'm so happy... I've been waiting for this moment," she whispered back into my ear. I held onto her for a full minute when she pulled back with a surprised look on her face and exclaimed "Oh!" I blushed deeply and pulled myself away from her as I realized that I had developed an erection that had poked her in the stomach, "Sorry," I stammered. "No, it's ok, I like it," she said as she pulled me back into her. "Mmmm... but maybe we should go get my luggage and get out of here." "I like that idea," I told her as I started to tug her over to the luggage carousel, where we had to wait a little while for the luggage to start coming out. While we were waiting, I had my arm around her waist and she was leaning her head onto my shoulder. I couldn't wait to get her out of the airport and spend some time alone with her. I also couldn't stop looking down at her largely exposed cleavage, her breasts looked so inviting and I couldn't wait to see if they were as soft as they looked. Eventually her bags came out and I grabbed them off the carousel. I carried her two suitcases while she carried her backpack and we walked towards the exit of the airport. We didn't say much but we both kept stealing glances at each other, and I'm sure that the grin on my face was at least as large as the one on hers. We finally got to my truck, which had my camper loaded onto the back for our upcoming road trip. I figured we might as well put her luggage in there instead of moving it again later from the cab of the truck. I told this to her and then climbed into the back of the camper. I secured her suitcases so they wouldn't slide around while we were driving, and when I turned around, she was standing at the doorway of the camper. "Hi," she said as she blushed. She always used to smile and blush when she was nervous and it always melted my heart when she did that. I couldn't help but smile as I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her again. "I'm so glad you're here right now, I've wanted to hold you in my arms so badly it hurt," I whispered into her ear. I could feel her warm breath against my neck and her large breasts pressing up against my chest. I knew that it wouldn't be long before I started to develop an erection again. "Me too, I've been dreaming of this moment for so long," she said as she pressed herself even harder against me. I couldn't resist the urge and I began to nibble on her ear lobe, and I could hear her let out a soft sigh. I moved my left hand up to her face and cupped her cheek as I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I could feel a shiver going down my spine as she began to kiss me back. I gently slid my tongue against her lips and could feel her mouth open to invite me in. I sought out her tongue and could hear her breath starting to quicken. I could feel my erection pressing into her as I slid my right hand down her back and onto her ass. I pulled her tightly against my erection as I felt her let out a moan. She surprised me by what she did next though as she broke off our kiss and began to work her way down my neck. She was nibbling and kissing my neck and I didn't even notice when she started to lift my shirt up and over my head. She still had her face nuzzled into my neck when I started to pull up on her tank top, I couldn't wait to see and feel her marvellous breasts pressed directly against me. She lifted her head up so that I could get her top off and I took the opportunity to lean in and begin kissing her beautiful shoulders. I worked my way over to her neck and couldn't help notice the bra that she was wearing. It was a really comfortable looking dark grey cotton bra with a flowery design on the left cup that really didn't do much to contain her large breasts. "Ohhh, you look so sexy in that bra," I told her as I looked down at her breasts. "Mmmm, I bought it just for you," she replied. I slowly worked my lips down towards her exposed cleavage. I slid both of my hands around to her back and unsnapped her bra. I could feel her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her chest. Her bra came loose on her chest and fell down just enough to expose her right nipple. I flicked my tongue over her nipple and a gasp escaped from her lips as she put pressure on the back of my head and pushed her nipple into my mouth. She began to moan as I sucked on her nipple and I began to use my hands to pull her bra all the way off her body, fully exposing her breasts and her other nipple. I moved my mouth over to her other nipple and took it between my lips while giving it a very gentle nibble with my teeth. The moan that escaped her lips this time was much louder and I could feel her breath beginning to quicken as her chest rose and fell faster by the minute. After sucking on her nipples and massaging her breasts for a while, I began to kiss my way down towards her stomach. I slid my tongue into her cute belly button and at the same time I reached both of my hands down to her ass and began to slide them down the back of her legs to the bottom of her skirt. I continued to kiss my way down to the top of her skirt and pressed my mouth against her covered pussy as I slid my hands underneath her skirt and back up her legs. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy tighter against my face and I heard her respond, "Ohhhhhh gawd." I slid my hands out from under her skirt and undid the zipper along the side. It fell to the floor and I found myself staring directly at her panty covered pussy. She had on a really sexy pair of boyshorts that hugged her crotch very tightly and did a really good job of accentuating her shapely ass. I stood up and pushed her backwards onto the bed and bent over her crotch again. I licked my tongue up her panties, right overtop of her pussy as she thrust her hips upwards in desperation. My erection was beginning to hurt inside of my pants, but I wanted to enjoy this moment and I wanted to make her want it as badly as I did. I grabbed the front of her panties with my teeth and used my hands to pull down on the back of them. She lifted her hips off of the bed to help me get them off of her. Once I had her completely naked in front of me I kissed her big toe and slowly kissed my way up her calf and finally to her inner thigh. At this point she was moving her hips up and down and she started to reach her hand down towards her pussy. I linked my hand with hers and moved it off to her side as she whimpered and continued to move her hips around, looking for something to give her relief. I finally worked my way up to her pussy and saw for the first time that she had a neatly trimmed patch of reddish brown hair just above her slit. I kissed her patch of hair and then gave her clit a quick lick, which caused her to let out a loud moan. She reached down with her free left hand and tried to pull my head against her pussy but I again took her hand in mine and put it off to the side of her body. I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her pussy lips to the top and gently slid it in a little ways. She was dripping wet and I could really taste her juices. I then worked my way back up to her clit and proceeded to lick it up and down. I released both of her hands and moved mine to her breasts where I proceeded to play with her nipples while I licked her clit. She was starting to moan pretty loudly now and was humping her pussy against my face. She grabbed my hands and pressed them roughly against her chest, "Oh gawd! I'm gonna cum!" I took her clit into my mouth and began to suck on it while I continued to flick my tongue over it, "Ahhhh!!" she was thrashing around wildly as she came against my mouth. It took a full minute before she settled down and then she was panting and trying to catch her breath. I stood up and gazed down at her sexy body as I unzipped my pants and stepped out of my boxers. She was laying there with her eyes closed and her chest rapidly rising and falling, she didn't even notice me crawl between her legs until she felt my dick pressing against the entrance to her pussy. "Oh My! I..." her breath caught in her throat again as I penetrated her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled our bodies tightly against each other as I began to thrust in and out of her. We both began to moan as I slid myself in and out of her. She met each of my thrusts with her own and it didn't take long before we were both panting and sweating against each other. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest and her breath going in and out of her lungs. All of a sudden, I could feel her starting to tense up underneath me, "Ohh!! I'm gonna cum again! I'm so close!" At that moment I pulled my rock hard dick out of her pussy and removed my left arm from behind her. My right arm was close to her waist and I proceeded to lift her up and flip her onto her stomach. She was a little startled and before she had time to say anything, I reached down, picked up her hips, and slid back into her pussy from behind. I began thrusting myself really hard into her pussy as she began to moan and scream. I could see her breasts bouncing around underneath her as she thrusted herself towards me with reckless abandon. I knew it even before she told me, I could feel her pussy starting to contract around my dick. "I'm cumming!" she shouted. The way that her pussy was contracting around my dick was causing me to reach my orgasm too and we both let out loud moans as we peaked. After we both finished, she fell forward onto the bed and rolled over onto her side to look up at me, "Wow... that was amazing," she told me. "I know, I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm that strong before!" I said to her. I looked down at her sexy body, with her breasts sagging slightly towards the bed and I lay down in front of her and gave her a great big hug. We stayed that way for a while until she finally rolled over and snuggled back up against me. I reached my right arm around her and cupped her breast while we snuggled up and drifted off to sleep. Reunion It was a warm summer evening and a group of friends and I decided to head down to the lake to do some night fishing. Little did we know that our evening would turn out the way it did. We started down the street towards the woods and decided to cut behind the high school. As we got closer to the school we could hear music playing and people laughing. Wanting to see what was going on, we decided to take a detour by the gym. Once around the corner of the building we realized that there was a reunion in the gym. We dropped our stuff outside and slipped into the building to get a better look. There they were some of the best looking women we had ever seen. They were wearing a variety of sexy dresses and my cock began to stir. I focused on a couple close to the side doors. They were kissing with abandon, his hands were sliding under her dress and stroking her ass. I was rock hard watching them. I wanted nothing more than to pull my cock out and begin stroking it right there. I glanced over at my buddies to see their reaction to what was going on and when I looked back the couple was slipping out the door. I told my friends that I wanted to see where the couple was going, so we ran to the back of the school. They were obviously very drunk and they were walking towards the woods. As soon as they were out of sight of the houses he pushed her to her knees and took out his cock. She began to unfasten her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra. Suddenly he removed his cock, grabbed her arm and led her to a grassy patch where they laid down. Her blouse was wide open and he lifted the short skirt and removed her thin moist panties. We watched as the guy began rubbing his hands all over her moist pussy. We had a great view and were being as quiet as we could. This was a great show and I wasn't about to miss it. He dropped his head and started kissing all over her inner thighs, lightly brushing his tongue all around her hard clit. She was whimpering from the sensations he was sending through her body. I couldn't take it anymore and I didn't care who saw me. I pulled my zipper down and pulled out my nine-inch cock. It felt so good stroking it up and down while watching her squirm under the spell of his tongue. As I stepped back to get comfortable, I stepped on a branch and it snapped. I knew they heard it but I didn't care any more. I was horny as hell and decided I was going to fuck her hard and fast before the night was over. I told my friends of my plan to sneak up on them and knock the guy out so we could all fuck his lady. We heard voices and knew that they had heard us moving toward them. We weren't going to miss out on feeding our hard cocks to her so we ran fast and hard down the path. They looked around and saw us but it was too late. The boyfriend jumped up and stood in front of her, she was sitting on the grass with her back to us. I could tell she was really scared, her blouse undone, skirt round her waist and no panties. We all became very aroused by thought that we could have her any way we wanted. Her boyfriend tried to protect her but couldn't. As soon as he made a move, my friend Brian hit him from behind with a branch. He fell like a ton of bricks and she started screaming for help. Just when I thought she might be heard, Joe grabbed her and gagged her with her panties. We had complete control of them now. George gagged the boyfriend with his t-shirt and used his tie to bind his hands and feet. Joe pulled the woman up to her feet and ordered her to strip, he wanted to see her completely naked. She stood shaking her head in disagreement. Joe called for Brian and George to come hold her for him. They each grabbed a wrist and she began kicking at Joe. She wasn't about to give her pussy up with out a fight. I yelled at Joe to grab her feet. When they had her under control, I reached for my knife and cut her skirt away from her sexy ass. There in front of me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was completely shaved and glistening with her sweet juices. I couldn't take it any longer and dropped my mouth to it. She tasted great, so soft and juicy, her clit was hard and sticking out almost an inch. I opened my mouth and took her clit between my teeth. She let out a moan as her body started to respond to the stimulation it was receiving. She started moving her pelvis towards my face, pushing her pussy hard against my eager mouth. Joe let go of her legs and she spread them wide to give me better access. Brian and George started fondling her breasts and rolling her nipples between their fingers. Her nipples instantly responded and hardened. Brian released her arm and moved his mouth to her nipple. She jumped when his mouth sucked her nipple in his mouth. We could tell she was having her first orgasm. As her body calmed, we eased her onto her back in the soft grass. She was ours now. She was so excited that she reached out for Brian's cock. She started stroking it up and down. George moved closer to allow her to stroke his cock as well. Watching her with a cock in each hand was more than I could take. I pushed her legs apart and drove my hard cock into her. She was sopping wet; her juices were flowing from her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Her hips began to move wildly as she reached another orgasm. Her pussy gripped my cock like a velvet glove, milking me. I felt my balls tighten as I shot load after load of my hot cum into her pussy. Joe wanted his turn next. He slid into her pussy and pounded her hard and fast, slamming against her clit, bringing her to another massive orgasm. Before she could catch her breath, Joe grabbed her legs and lifted them high into the air. He pulled his wet cock from her and aimed it at her tight ass. She tried to move her ass and keep him from taking her ass, but the more she moved the closer he got. Finally he reached his goal and pushed deep into her ass. A tear ran from her eye as she adjusted to the pain. Brian reached forward to rub her clit and George removed the panties from her mouth. She thanked him; saying it was getting hard to breathe. George didn't answer her; his only response was to slide his cock into her waiting mouth. She sucked him hard, running her teeth lightly over his hard cock. Brian told Joe to roll her over so he could fuck her wet pussy. Joe smiled and pulled his cock from her ass. George helped to roll her over, never letting his hard tool leave her mouth. She was on her knees sucking George as Joe got behind her and filled her ass again. Brian slid under her and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. She slid down on it with ease. Her face was aglow with pleasure. She had never been filled with three hard men at the same time. What made it even more exciting was the fact that her boyfriend had awaken and was watching the whole thing. She was in heaven; she had four young studs servicing her every need. Joe was driving into her tight ass, his orgasm was very close and she knew it. Brian was pinned under her body and she was riding his hard shaft. George couldn't handle another moment and exploded against her throat, growling as he shot jets of hot juice into her. She drank every drop as if it were liquid gold. Joe and Brian had all they could take; hearing George sent them over the edge. They both shouted as they came together deep inside her. We quickly fixed our clothes and grabbed our fishing gear, leaving her boyfriend for her to untie. She thanked us for everything and told us to get going. She said she would give us time to escape before she let him loose. That was five years ago and I am looking forward to tonight's reunion. Reunion She walked into the bar to meet a man she hadn't seen in years. She couldn't believe how her stomach was clenching and her blood was pounding. "Get a grip," she whispered to herself, "we're just meeting for a drink." She scanned the crowd, wondering if he had changed since their last encounter. It had been seven years ago, just before he was leaving for Afghanistan. She met him one night at the local pub where she had gone for a drink with a friend. She had been depressed, working at a retail job that offered no satisfaction. And through a mutual acquaintance, they had begun to talk. She had been convinced, at first, that he was arrogant and self-serving. Nothing in his demeanour had given her this preconception; however, he was undeniably handsome, sexy in an unassuming way that made her believe that he just passed time with women the same way he passed through town -- detached and with his own agenda. But as his warm hand found hers under the table, the heat began to flood her unprepared body. That first night had passed innocently enough -- playing golf in a public park at three in the morning, occasionally holding hands. That first encounter left her heart pounding and her head spinning for days. She would find herself gently stroking her hand at work, emulating his soft caress. She found herself daydreaming, picturing his intelligent eyes and full lips, imagining what it would be like when those lips met hers. In the middle of her shift, overcome by desire, she phoned him, nearly in a panic. The conversation had been stilted and awkward, yet he had agreed to dinner. As she got ready for dinner, she began to doubt both him and her desire. He was in the army, how intelligent could he be? To purposefully offer himself on an alter of violence must mean that he supported armed resolutions to international conflict, which must mean that he had conservative politics. However, at dinner, he was polite and well spoken. He casually ignored her blushes and stammers. As he was driving her home, she realized that her initial opinions of him were suspect, even stereotypical. He was more than a right-wing war monger. She invited him in, and, as the door closed, he was pressed against her, his hand making a fist of her hair, his warm, inviting lips devouring her own. She panicked -- he was the aloof Casanova she had pegged him for. But she felt his need, his desire. His skin was hot to the touch and he ground himself against her with animal ferocity. She could feel the steel of his manhood pressing against her -- even through his clothing it seemed demanding, unyielding. "No," she rasped, "I-I can't." She struggled against him and against her own desire. He backed off, but just an inch. His eyes bore into hers and his hand still held her hair fast in a knot at the nape of her neck. "Why?" he breathed. His deep voice and intense stare made her question her motives. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her focus. She shouldn't - "Don't do it," a voice sounded in her head. She breathed deeply, causing her breasts to graze his chest. "Look at me," he demanded. She resisted for a moment, but the sensuous voice compelled her to obey. She opened her eyes, looking at his neck rather than meet that hypnotic stare. Her eyes traveled down the tendons in his neck to where they met his collar bone -- strangely fine on a man so muscular. She could see a slight sheen there and nearly bent her head to taste it. "Look at me," he repeated, as firmly as the first time; he tugged at her fisted hair. Her eyes traveled up his long neck, past the square chin, over those slightly parted lips, and finally her eyes met his once more. "Tell me why," he stated. She squirmed under his gaze, awkward and unsure. What answer could she give him? That good girls don't have sex with strange soldiers whom they met while intoxicated at a bar? That she was worried he would think less of her for giving in? That she was furious with herself for having all these stereotypical thoughts? She struggled with herself but never once let her eyes disengage from his. "Why?" he questioned, gently this time, as if he could read the inner struggle in her clear blue eyes. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. He shifted his weight, causing his cock to press firmly against her thigh. "I don't know," she finally responded. He looked searchingly into her eyes, and then his expression changed, like he had found what he was looking for. An impish grin touched his lips, and he closed the short distance between them. His hand around her hair relaxed, and he brushed his lips against hers. She involuntarily let out a quiet moan and her hips, seemingly of their own accord, rocked against his body. "Please," she whispered, uncertain whether she was asking him to understand or begging him to finish what he had started. His one hand slipped down her back and gripped her waist pressing her firmly against his chest. The other drifted from her hair and encircled her neck, restricting her movement. He ran his tongue lightly over her lips, slowly covering first the bottom then the top. She tried move toward him and give her mouth to him, but his command of her body was complete -- she could not move from the embrace. But he himself could only take this teasing taste for a moment, and he bent to receive the parted lips. As he took her mouth, she felt her final wall of resistance crumble. Her knees began to tremble and she struggled in her bonds to feel as much of his body as possible. Her hands ran over his well-toned back, and then dove for his belt. He released his grip on her waist and snatched up both her hands in one of his. He took a step backward, and she tried to follow, but he held her at arm's length, holding her wrists out in front of her. He replayed the impish grin from earlier and turned and led her into the bedroom. Reunion I haven't seen him for a year. But I have dreamed of this day, in the flushed, hot nights when my hand slips beneath the covers. I have dreamed of him while sitting in class, not hearing a word, my eyes unfocused on my desk and heat rising between my thighs. I have dreamed of him when fabric brushes against my nipples, bringing them to aching readiness. And now he is inside, waiting beyond the tent wall, where lights flicker and the shadows of nude human bodies make patterns on the canvas. My heart is thudding, and my steps feel shaky as I reach out and push the door aside. He is faced away, coiling rope, clad only in jeans. I am frozen, watching the shape of his back, the candlelight sliding over his muscles. He turns to speak to someone, sees me. Straightens, broad shoulders settling back, and smiles. A slow, knowing smile, pulling me forward with steady, smoky eyes. He has been waiting for this, too. I find myself drifting across the tent as though in a dream, scarcely noticing the dusty canvas beneath my feet, nor the warm night air against my naked skin, nor the eyes of the tent's other occupants turning to stare; there is nothing in the world for me but him. I am before him, so close I can feel the heat of his body, smell his dark, masculine scent. Without a word, he bends his head slowly--so slowly--to kiss me. Only his lips touch mine, soft and sure, slowly increasing pressure. I take that last half-step, and melt against him. My flesh seeks his, softly filling the contours of his body, while I am held upright by the lifeline of his lips. He draws his head back, leaving me deprived, and with the lightest of pressure guides me to my knees. I let my hands hang down--he has not told me to use them--but I press against his leg and nuzzle his thigh. I feel his hand on my head, stroking. Unhurried, his fingers tangle in my hair, grip, and pull. My head is drawn back, my chin up, and my eyes find his again, gazing down at me with his knowing, half-lidded gaze. The steady tug on my hair makes me feel like I am falling. "It's been to long, dear one," he says, and my eyes plead mute agreement. "What is your desire?" "To do your bidding, my lord," I whisper. His other hand comes down to be drawn along my cheek, his thumb caressing the vulnerable hollow beneath my jaw. He tilts his other hand, still gripping my hair, and my head is bent down; now he caresses the back of my neck, tickling the short hairs at the base, sending shivers down my spine. "Stay," he says simply. Then he releases me, and his firm, comforting presence is gone. I remain in place, struggling not to move the tiniest muscle, staring at the spot of canvas on which my eyes rested, unseeing, when he uttered the word. My breathing is shallow, as though to fill my lungs would be too much movement. I feel him return. "Cross your hands behind your back," he commands. I obey. I feel rope on my wrists, and his skillful fingers manipulating it, binding me fast. Again, that sweet tugging pressure on my scalp, and he draws my head back. A quick kiss to my forehead, and he slides his hand--oh God!--down between my legs, and I feel the pressure against my clit radiating pleasure, his firm hand cupping, hooking my groin, under and back. I frantically try not to grind against him as he lifts me from my knees; his other hand slides down to my shoulders, and he supports me as he lowers me to my back. The warm pleasure of his touch is lifted from my groin, and I feel a sudden rush of cold as the air hits my wetness. I hear the sliding of rope against rope, rope against skin. He is out of my field of view; I strain my eyes sideways to catch his blurry image. Now he moves to my feet, absently drawing a length of rope through his hand, gazing speculatively at my body. I lift my head to watch him, my neck straining. He begins his art. Ropes wrap sinuously around my knees, around my ankles. He slides his hand beneath my hips (my pussy flushes hopefully) and lifts to slide ropes beneath my torso. More knots, twining up my body, connecting to the ones that bind my wrists behind my back. Now he slides his arms beneath my shoulders and hips, one hand cradling my head, and picks me up like a doll, gazing in quiet satisfaction at my bound flesh. He does not meet my eyes, though I search his face constantly, looking for signs that he is pleased. He carries me beneath a horizontal bar hanging with a pulley system from a beam. He shifts my body, bringing my legs on either side of his waist, pressing my pussy against his side so that he can support me on his hip with one arm beneath my shoulders. His hand still supports my head, tender, his fingers twining in my hair and tugging, a constant reminder of his dominance. With his other hand, he begins tying the ropes dangling from by body to the pole above. I watch in rapt admiration as the ropes make patterns above me. I feel the subtle shifting of his hot flesh against my pussy, which slides against him with the slightest movement. It is driving me wild. I feel my clit throbbing with my heartbeat; I see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his throat, and seem to feel it through my thighs wrapped around him, my pussy pressed firmly against him; I try to match my body's pulsing to his. My pussy is clenching spasmodically, my hips twitching against my will. He acts as though he does not care. But I know better, because I can see his arousal pressing against his pants, and my eyes take it in hungrily. He is finished tying me to the bar. Ah, no! He releases me, and I cling to his body with my legs for a moment; but he looks down at me, making eye contact for the first time in many minutes, and his expression says: you know better. Whimpering, I uncurl my legs and feel myself swing back as the ropes take my full weight. They press beneath my hips, knees, and shoulders. He pulls a hanging tail above, and a rope draws tight beneath my lower back, making my body arch. My head has fallen back and I see my hair hanging and the upside-down wall of the tent and, to my surprise, several people watching silently. I had forgotten that we are not alone, and sudden self-consciousness makes me flush all over. Then his fingertips run along my inner thighs, and I forget our audience. My neck is arched back uncomfortably with the weight of my head. Not for long, though; he ties two ropes together with a gap in the middle, and lifts the resulting sling to support my head. More knots above, and my neck feels blessed relief. Now he grants me the gift of his gaze, smiling tenderly down at me. I bathe in his eyes. He runs his fingertips from my head down my body, and to either side down both legs, making me wriggle in delight. Back up, tickling lightly, holding my eyes the whole time; now he starts at my fingertips, scratches his nails lightly on the backs of my arms, flows to feather touches that trickle down my sides. I giggle. He draws his fingertips down to my feet again, and as he starts back up, his hands spread flat against my legs, his touch growing smooth and firm. He reaches the insides of my knees, slides just one hand-length further, and stops. I realize what is coming. My heart starts to pound like signal drum and I hear a rushing sound in my ears. Slowly, never breaking the connection between our eyes, he begins to push my legs apart. I am gasping, trembling; as he watches me, his lips part and his eyes grow stormy. He continues to push my legs apart, further and further, until they reach their limit. Then just a tiny bit more. I feel the strain, the stretching pain as he pushes me open. Then his hands glide outward, and I realize that there are still two ropes hanging from my knees. He moves his grip smoothly to these ropes, maintaining the pressure which I struggle vainly to relieve, and I don't see where he ties them off because my eyes are drawn to the bulging shape in his pants, so close to my exposed pussy. I am unable to look away as he moves his hands back down my legs, finds more ropes that are hanging from my ankles, and ties them out, supporting my feet and completing the position. I am terrified, and pantingly, squirmingly, throbbingly eager. He looks at my face again, and there is a strange light it his eyes--I think there is a fire burning inside him, and it will scorch me and fill me with flame. He reaches into his pocket--my eyes follow the path of his hand eagerly--and takes out two small objects. He pinches them, they open, and I understand; I arch my breasts up and he places them, one at a time, on my tight, pink nipples. When the jaws close around my tender buds, a jet of pain-pleasure jolts down through my breasts and straight to my burning clit. Now he attaches thin cords to the alligator clips on my nipples, and I don't understand. Then, suddenly, I do, as he ties them off above my head. Now every movement, every tiny sway and shiver, makes the cruel clips tug at my aching nipples, sending jolt after jolt of sensation through me. He trails his fingers over my helpless form before bringing his hands, finally, to his own body. I watch in trembling anticipation as he unbuttons his pants. Slowly, slowly, he lowers them, and the head of his cock appears, shiny and engorged, over the top of the waistband. Then his long, thick shaft and testes as he lets the jeans fall and kicks them away. His balls are large, high, and full; they look like they are straining for release. I see a glistening pearl of fluid appear at the tip of his cock, swell, and slowly drip. He, too, is panting now as he runs his hands over my breasts, grips, and rolls the soft flesh in crushing handfuls, sending jolts of pain through my suspended nipples. He drags his nails down my body, leaving trails of fire, then sends one hand lower while the other moves up to my neck. He presses down against my neck with his thumb and forefinger, not cutting off my air but pinching the blood vessels, making me dizzy and sending blood to my extremities. I am made of lust, stretched like a bowstring pulled tighter and tighter over endless hours, now quivering and humming at the slightest breeze. As one hand presses against my throat, the other slides, at long last, to the core of my desire. He draws his thumb to the top of my clit and begins massaging it through the hood, while his other fingers stroke and wriggle in the hot wet flesh below. I am at the edge of climax, and he knows it. I want him to rub faster, just a little faster and I'll be there. PLEASE, for the love of God move, more, more, just a little faster is all I need--my hips are gyrating uselessly, making the clips tug at my tortured nipples, bringing tears of frustration to my desperate eyes. His lips draw up in a fierce, snarling grin as he grips my hair again and bends down to kiss me. I feel the heat of his sweat-slick flesh against my body as he bends over me. He bites my lower lip, dragging it up as he pulls back and releasing it with a snap. His grip grows harder on my hair. Now his fingers move away from my pussy, except for his thumb, which continues its massage through the hood of my clit. His grip on my hair forces me to look down (as if I could look anywhere else) and see his cock poised at my entrance. It looks huge, dark, swollen. Daunting. And then-- He plows into me. There is no warning, no slow sliding, just the sudden, ripping presence of him, stretching and filling my deepest parts. I think I will split. He draws out and plunges into me, fast, hard, and pleasure crashes through me like an eruption, uncontrollable, breaking me apart. He fucks me hard, hands gripping my hips and slamming us together, and I am aware of nothing as I come again and again and again, my whole body spasming in screaming ecstasy. He cries out as his balls clench and he erupts into me, the sheer pleasure in his body overwhelming him as I clench again and again hot and tight around his shaft. He empties himself into me, and the moment goes on and on, my body and mind exploding in joy. Finally, an eternity later, he stops moving, and the spasming of my pussy slows and finally fades away. Every nerve is hyper-sensitive, and for a long moment we gaze in at each other while he is still inside me. His breathing begins to slow, and with aching tenderness he brushes a wisp of hair from my forehead. Then he slowly pulls out of me, and for a moment I feel a terrible sense of loss. But he is right there, warm firm presence touching me, as he begins to untie the ropes. He supports me as the ropes release, and makes soothing noises as the clamps open and I cry out at the sudden pain of blood returning to my nipples. He carries me gently to a pile of pillows, where he sets me down and unties the ropes from my body. They have left vivid red marks in my skin, and my inner thighs ache where they were held apart, and it feels wonderful. He pulls the last of the ropes off me and then pulls me back against him, his arms closing around me, wrapping me in safety. He kisses my head, strokes me, and I lean into him, feeling my naked body relax against his. Happy. Spent. Reunion From his top bunk, leaning back against the wall, Tobias Beecher watched his cellmate go through his nightly rituals; first brushing his teeth, then washing his face and splashing away the soap suds again and again with water scooped up from under a cold-running tap. When Christopher Keller finally stood up and stared vacantly into his reflection in the stainless steel cell mirror, Tobias watched the tiny rivulets of water slide down Keller's powerful, bull-like neck and down over his broad, masculine shoulders. Feelings that Tobias never thought he would allow to resurface again were bubbling up to the surface of his mind and popping, releasing little memories, the trapped air making small explosions into the atmosphere: their petty arguments over the rules of chess, their first kiss in the laundry room, the heave and slide of their naked skin during their wrestling sessions. The last memory turned into a sour taste in the back of Tobias's throat. The grubby, vinyl smell of the wrestling mats suddenly bringing back not the erotic overtones of Keller and Beecher's intertwined bodies but instead sending the sickening crack of Tobias's elbows echoing through his head at the memory of Keller and Tobias's archenemy Schillinger holding Tobias down and systematically breaking each of his arms and legs. Tobias made a conscious effort to swallow this memory, to sink it back beneath the deep waters it had burbled up from, and instead watched the muscles move, feline-like, in Keller's back as he methodically dried his face and hair. "Happy New Year's," Tobias said softly, unsure that his voice would even work, feeling the weight of this moment. The lights in the cellblock were out for the night. He was alone with Keller for the first time in months. He could feel the tension between them in the air, hanging lazily like cigar smoke but with a dormant energy like a tiger sleeping with narrowly slit eyes. He watched Keller flick his eyes away from his own reflection in the mirror and focus on Tobias. "Happy New Year's, Toby," he said, his voice quiet, devoid of much emotion. Toby scooted forward on his bunk, gingerly dropped over the side onto the floor and stood, leaning his shoulder blades back against the bunk. Keller turned, his powerful chest and rippled stomach smoothly encased in a sleeveless undershirt, while the bottom half of his body was covered in dark blue sweat pants and white socks. Toby felt self-consciously bare in his boxers and t-shirt. He watched Keller approach slowly, allowing their eyes to lock, enamored by the violet sapphire of Chris's eyes even in the dim light emanating from the hack station yards away. Keller was in front of him now, and paused, wordlessly. But Toby knew what was coming. His stomach fluttered at the idea of his imminent surrender, and he wondered stupidly if it was a similar feeling for women when they come to this moment, this moment of committing to sleeping with a man, this moment of no going back. Toby could feel the need emanating off of Keller's body, and he felt completely unsure of what to do. Keller stepped in, leaned his face forward, and their lips met for the second time in their lives. Keller's lips were warm and firm, and Toby opened his mouth to receive the slick wet heat of his tongue. Their heads turned to opposite sides as their tongues chased each other back and forth from mouth to mouth. Toby felt Keller's hand slide up his side, up his ribcage; his hand masculine and strong, possessive. Toby had first put his hand on Chris's upper chest, where he could feel his heart beating, but then tentatively slide it up so that it was on the back of Chris's neck and they were pulling each other even closer together, their bodies flush. Toby felt scrawny as he wrapped his arms around Chris's well muscled torso. Chris kissed and sucked at Tobias's lower lip and pressed his erection against Toby's hip. Beecher froze. Chris pulled his head back and looked into Beecher's face, his brow creased between his eyes, his hands wrapped around Toby's waist, holding him gently. "Toby, I'm not gonna hurt you," he said. Toby loved the way that Chris softly slurred one word into the next so that his sentences felt like the brush of a feather. "I know what that son of a bitch Schillinger did to you, I would never do that to you. You're not my prag, Toby." Chris paused, moved his lips awkwardly, wet them, then said, "I love you. I'm never going to hurt you again." Chris leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Toby's torso, holding him in a warm embrace. He kissed Toby's neck softly. He brushed his lips over the short hairs along the back of Toby's hairline. He kissed Toby's jaw, just under the ear, and sucked the lobe softly into his mouth. Toby felt his cock responding effortlessly, growing thick and swollen against Chris's upper thigh. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do, okay Tobe?" Chris asked. Toby nodded, then gave his self-deprecating laugh. "I--I don't really know how to do this," Toby confessed bashfully. "I did it with Schillinger but -" "Fuck Schillinger," Chris hissed. "He has nothing to do with us." Chris was holding Toby's face gently in his big hands. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, even though Toby could tell that Chris wanted this with every molecule of his being. Toby shook his head. "No, Chris, don't stop," Toby said softly. "I want you," he added, even fainter. "But I don't know how to be with you..." Toby inwardly chided himself at his euphemistic speech. "I'll show you," Chris whispered softly. "And if I do anything you don't like or don't wanna do, just say so, alright?" Toby nodded. Chris, still holding Toby's head in his hands, kissed him again. Again, their lips opened and their hot wet tongues slithered against each other, searching, searching...for what? Chris's right hand slid slowly down Toby's neck, down his slight pectoral muscles, the bony ladder of his ribcage and flat, smooth stomach until it slipped into Toby's boxers and softly held Toby's cock from underneath, Chris's fingertips against the shaft of Toby's cock and his palm against the head. His palm slid down slowly and Chris cradled Toby's balls gently, then pulled back and wrapped his fingers around Toby's shaft. He stroked softly, and Toby could feel the head of his cock engulfed in Chris's warm palm occasionally. He moaned into Chris's mouth. "Is that okay, Tobe?" Chris whispered, concerned. Toby gave a small snort of a laugh. "Ya, it feels great," Toby answered, grinning bashfully. "Can -- can I touch you?" he asked, his eyes shyly flickering across Chris's face. Chris flashed his brilliant grin that made Toby's already nervous stomach somersault with desire. "You never have to ask, I'm all yours, baby..." He kissed Toby again and resumed gently stroking him. Toby awkwardly slid his fingertips quickly down Chris's torso and reached into his sweatpants, fumbled for a second, and then gripped Chris's cock. It felt huge. The skin was hot and soft in Toby's hand, oddly vulnerable. The head was fat and when Toby explored it his fingertips grew slick with oozing precum. Reaching further down, Chris's balls were heavy and hung taut behind his cock. Tentatively, Toby moved his fist gently up and down Chris's shaft. Toby was aroused, confused, nervous. He knew he was giving his body up to Chris, and as much as he wanted to be with Keller, he was still so unsure about the sex part. Sex with Schillinger had been about violence and control and pain. But here, standing barefoot in the cell with Keller, Toby felt safe, loved, desired. He felt the ridiculous sensation of being a girl going through her prom night initiation. Chris finally broke the ice. "The first sex you had with a man was in Oz, wasn't it?" he asked, still softly stroking Toby's erection. Toby nodded. "You?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying. Chris gave a wry, twisted grin that, even though it made him incredibly handsome and alluring, Toby hated to see, because it was the ugly part of Chris surfacing. But then it turned into a pursed-lip look of regret, and Chris's violet eyes journeyed far away for a minute, then snapped back. "Oz wasn't the first...Lardner wasn't even the first, even though I let Schillinger think I was fresh meat, that sick fuck." The last three words were hissed peeled back lips and Chris's hand had frozen on Toby's cock. He abruptly pulled his hand out of Toby's shorts and acted like he was straightening up Toby's tshirt even though the thoughts were spinning a mile a second inside his pupils. Toby took his hand out of Chris's sweats and held them gently on his hips, waiting for whatever Chris was going to tell him. "Fourteen, fifteen years old, I was turning tricks. Handjobs and blowjobs for twenty bucks...I finally found I had a natural talent besides shoplifting, and uh, I liked it." Chris shrugged and looked back into Toby's eyes with a look that tried to be tough but was really a poorly disguised attempt to read Toby's reaction, to look into his face and find acceptance. Toby's face was sympathetic but he remained silent, sensing Chris wasn't done. Keller looked away again, back down toward the bunk mattress where his left hand was absently picking at the rough fibers of the blanket. "I lost my virginity at fourteen, fucking some old pervert in the ass for thirty dollars. I guess I learned real fast that sex was useful...I was good and it and it could get me things. It's all I've ever wanted to do since then." "Well then what do you expect to get from having sex with me?" Toby asked, a slight edge in his voice. He felt a twinge of suspicion, felt the feeling of intimacy and safety he had felt only moments ago become unsteady. There was a long pause. "Ever since you were in the hospital, after Schillinger and I...broke your arms and legs... all I have thought about is you, Toby. That one kiss we had. That one time we held each other. I've jerked my dick a thousand times thinking about that one kiss, and the only thing I've ever wanted has been for you to love me." Chris moved in closer to Toby again, put his hand on the back of Toby's neck and pulled him into another kiss. Toby felt the strangeness of their beard stubble rough against each other's skin, let his mouth open again for Chris's caressing, flickering tongue. Chris suddenly broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against Toby's. "I don't expect anything, Tobe," he whispered. "Just love me back." Toby once again reached out and pushed his hand past the waistband of Chris's sweatpants. He found Chris's cock again; it had gone flaccid. Toby held it in his hand once more, squeezing gently, and heard Chris sigh softly through his nose as his cock started to respond almost immediately. It began to swell in Tobias's hand, grow longer, heavier, as Beecher stroked it to full erection. Keller's hands were rubbing his upper back, then made their way down to Toby's waist. Please don't let him grab my ass, Toby prayed silently, not yet... But as if reading Beecher's mind, Keller's hands slid around to the front and, without breaking their kiss, pulled Toby's boxers down to his upper thighs, and for a minute they stood there by the bunk, kissing in silence, their hands moving between them as they explored each other's cocks. Chris pulled his sweat pants down and their bare pricks made contact. With his right hand, Chris held both of their cocks together, jerking them both simultaneously, while his other hand buried itself in the soft hair at the back of Toby's neck. Toby held Chris by the hips and let Chris control the situation, surprised at how aroused he was. Toby finally broke the never-ending kiss, needing air, and panted softly as he closed his eyes and focused on the proximity of Chris Keller's body, on the soft but insistent movement of his hand down between their groins. Chris kissed Toby's neck, his ears, his jaw line, his shoulders. "Are you okay?" Keller whispered softly into Toby's ear. Toby nodded silently. "What do we do now?" he asked. Chris gave him a grin and said "We can keep on doing this for awhile, or we can move on to other things, you know...same as if you were with a chick." Chris kissed and sucked on Toby's neck again. "I can't tell you how many times I have imagined this," he said against Toby's cheek. "I bet I know what comes next," Beecher said. He backed away and started to kneel down in front of Keller, but Keller stopped him, pulling him back up to his feet. "Ya, that comes next," Keller said in a low purr that sent a pang of lust rocketing up from Tobias's balls to his lower belly. Chris turned Toby's body so that he was facing the bunk, then sat down on the lower mattress in front of him. "Only you go first," Chris said, his lips moving against the skin of Tobias's belly, just below his navel. He kissed Toby's belly, then kissed his hips down each side to his upper thigh and then just far enough over that his cheek brushed Toby's balls and Chris's hot breath moved over them, causing Toby to make a little noise of expectation. He was raging hard now, and when Chris's mouth finally found the bottom of Toby's shaft, just above where it met his scrotum, Toby let out a short gasp. Keller kissed and licked his way slowly up Toby's cock until he reached the head, where he sucked the skin that joined head to shaft, then planted a soft kiss right on the tip of Toby's prick. Suddenly the head of Toby's cock was engulfed in the slick, wet heat of Chris's mouth as Chris sucked tenderly, and Toby let out a small, trembling sound. Keller took Toby's dick into his mouth inch by agonizing inch until Toby's swollen and throbbing head was nestled in Chris's throat and Chris's nose was buried in Toby's pubic hair. Then Chris pulled off and slid all the way down again. "Oh Jesus," Toby gasped. Keller took his hands off of Beecher's hips, reached up and grabbed the frame of the upper bunk, and continued to bob on Toby's cock, slowly, steadily, using nothing but his soft, wet mouth. Toby, whose hands were clenching the cover of the top mattress, looked down between his arms and watched Chris's handsome face moving between his legs, swallowing his cock down to the balls. The muscles in Chris's arms and torso flexed and tightened as he held on to the bed frame above for support. He looked more beautiful than Beecher had ever seen him. "Holy fuck," Toby moaned. The only thing that existed in the world right now was Chris's mouth, his body, his throat and tongue. Toby reached down with trembling hands and softly stroked Keller's short, baby-fine hair, tracing his ears and resting his quivering fingers on the back of Chris's neck. This was better than Toby had ever imagined. He felt his balls growing tight, pulling up to his body, felt his cock swelling even more until the head of his cock felt stretched tight as a drum. "Chris," he said in a strangled voice. "Chris," he repeated. "I'm gonna cum," he said raggedly, attempting to push Chris's face away by his forehead to avoid ejaculating his mouth. It was a gesture of courtesy he had learned with his wife, who had never liked to swallow. But Chris's mouth stayed on him, moving at the same agonizingly steady pace, until Toby's legs were watery and he felt himself breaking out in a sweat. He just needed a slightly faster pace, a slightly harder suction to put him quickly over the edge, but Chris was dragging it out, not giving Toby anything extra. "Fuck!" Toby gasped with an explosive breath. "Chris, please - oh fuck, please," he babbled, and then suddenly he felt himself sliding over the edge, his balls shifting, his cock giving its first twitch. Toby looked down as the first gush of semen burst out of him into the tight confines of Keller's throat. Keller's deep sapphire eyes looked up at him, hazy with desire as Toby felt the second spurt explode out of him, bigger than the first, followed by the gradually dwindling spasms that finally brought his orgasm to an end. "Holy shit," Toby sighed as Chris pulled his mouth off of Toby's cock. Toby felt completely weak and let Chris push him back slightly, stand up, and take him in his arms. Chris kissed him. His lips were still sloppily wet from administering the blowjob, and when their tongues met Toby could faintly taste his own cum in Chris's saliva. Chris grabbed Toby by the sides of his head and looked hard into Toby's eyes with his intense, eagle-like stare. "I love you, Toby," he whispered harshly. Toby grabbed Chris's forearms in his hands, not to remove himself from Chris's grasp but to hold himself there. Chris's lips and eyes shone in the glow of light from the hack station yards away. "I fucking love you." "I love you too, Chris," Toby said, and he felt the truth of it beating in his chest along with his still pounding heart, filling his lungs with every breath. He took another second, then said "It's your turn now, right?" and cleared his throat. But to his surprise Chris shook his head. "Nah, some other night.". "But you just -" Toby began, but Keller interrupted him. "I know what I just did," he said in his beautiful, soft slur. "Just sleep in my bunk with me tonight." "But the guards in the morning, they'll throw one or both of us in the hole," Toby whispered urgently. "I'll wake up before then," Chris said. "You know I get up to piss early, you can go back up top then. Just sleep with me tonight," he purred again. He pressed his forehead against Toby's. "Please," he said simply. They laid down together, Keller first, holding the blanket up for Toby to crawl in and lay down. As Chris pulled the blanket down tightly over both of them, Toby pressed his back into Chris's hard chest, curving his body into Keller's. It felt momentarily strange to be spooning this way, not to be the one on the outside, to be curling up against the angular muscularity of another man instead of the soft curves of a woman. But Toby was so spent after the intensity of his orgasm that he could already feel sleep spreading out from the residual warmth in his belly to his limbs and finally to his mind, lulled sweetly to sleep by Chris's soft, rhythmic breath behind him. Between spending half of his adult life in jail and a natural proclivity toward wariness, Chris Keller was a light sleeper, and as soon as Beecher began to murmur Chris's eyes flicked open. Beecher mumbled again, unintelligibly, and his body twitched in Keller's arms. He had rolled over in his sleep and was now face to face with Chris on the pillow. Chris noticed how Toby's hair was matted with sweat on his temple, the deep furrow between Toby's closed eyes. Chris jerked in surprise as Toby let out an abbreviated shout: "NO!" He was having another nightmare. Chris reached up and put his hand over Toby's mouth - if he started his screaming the hacks would come running and they would get busted in the same bunk. "Beecher," Chris hissed, shaking Toby gently. Toby seemed to resist, and his body moved spasmodically in Keller's arms. "Beecher!" Chris whispered, louder, shaking him harder. "Toby!" Finally Toby snapped into consciousness with a yell that made Chris grateful that his hand was clamped tightly over Toby's mouth. "Tobe, Tobe, it's just me," Keller soothed, trying to make contact with Toby's wild, terrified eyes, relieved when he saw Beecher return into himself and leave his dream state. "It's just me," Chris repeated, at last feeling safe enough to uncover Toby's mouth and cradle his sweaty body, stroke his damp hair. "Fuck, I was having the dream again," Toby panted. "I know," Chris murmured, squeezing Beecher close. "Chris..." Toby muttered and it sounded like a sob. He burrowed his face into Chris's chest, intertwining his limbs with Chris's, clinging to him in naked need and desperation. Chris froze, his arms still around Beecher's body but no longer making tender caresses. He didn't know how to respond to Toby's raw emotion, to his reaching out, to his silent plea for safety. The same phrase just kept sprinting through his mind: "He loves me. He loves me. He loves me..." Reunion Then Toby's mouth was pressed tightly against Keller's, his lips opening Keller's lips, his tongue - feverishly hot - pressing into Keller's mouth. He was pushing Keller over, onto his back, and rolling on top of him, disappearing beneath the covers, the heat of his mouth and tongue moving over Keller's skin, always moving downward. Chris let out an involuntary groan that was half pain, half relief, as Toby pried Chris's erection up from where it was hugging his belly and put it in his mouth. Toby's technique was rough; Chris could tell he was more used to being forced to suck cock rather than doing it voluntarily. Toby's mouth was hungry, eager, his hand and head working in tandem to deliver an alternating stroke and suck that seemed to be nearly forcing Chris to rapidly climax. Not any hand - Toby's hand. Not any mouth - Toby's mouth. Keller must have had a thousand blowjobs in his life, many better performed than this one, but not one could compare to this. Chris flipped back the covers so that he could be sure that it was real. His hands buried themselves in Toby's sweaty, lanky, dirty blonde hair as Chris stared down at his prick, slick and shiny with Toby's saliva, clenched in Toby's fist, Toby's beautiful, elfin-featured face bobbing up and down upon it. "Toby --" Chris hissed. "Holy fucking shit -- holy shit --" Chris's body heaved, his back arching up, his ass lifting slightly off the bed, his hips and thighs twitching upwards as he ejaculated into Toby's mouth. He accidentally jabbed his cock into the back of Toby's throat and heard Toby cough, feeling his tonsils spasm around the head of his prick, and Toby pulled his head up. Chris's dick flopped back down onto his belly and drooled out a small puddle of cum as Chris lay panting, immobilized. Toby was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, sniffed, and swallowed hard. He laid his head down on Chris's left hip, his lower body curled up between Chris's legs, his face even with Keller's flagging penis. He trailed his fingertips through Chris's short patch of pubic hair, up over the sparse fur on his lower belly and back down again. Chris fought the urge to shiver at the tender touch, but he let himself rest his hand on the back of Beecher's neck. "What if we met on the outside sometime and just never knew it?" Chris blurted suddenly, breaking the silence. Toby made a humming noise that signified he had thought the same thing. "I keep wondering if I ever saw you somewhere, in passing...randomly...If I noticed you...But," Toby continued, "If we had met on the outside, none of this would have happened." Keller lifted his head off the pillow and stared down at Beecher for a second. "Sure it would have," he said. Toby gave a snort of laughter. "No it wouldn't have, I was married. Guys weren't my thing." Chris shook his head. "I would have noticed you. I would have wanted you. I would have had you riding on the back of my bike in no time." Chris paused, remembering other men he had driven home in that exact same way, and how several times the night hadn't ended so pleasantly for the passenger. He shoved those thoughts away. "You said guys weren't your thing," he began, staring up at the bottom of the bunk overhead. "Are guys your thing now?" The question hung in the air, unanswered, for longer than Chris expected. Then Toby sat up, moved up the mattress until he was leaning over Chris's face, and said: "You're my thing." And without another word he got out of Chris's bunk and swung up into his own. Keller pulled his blankets slowly back up and listened to Toby get situated above him. He tried to guess what the time was. Around five in the morning, he figured. Lights on and head count in an hour. He knew he wouldn't go back to sleep. He clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the metal mesh above him, at the small dent that Toby's body made, and tried to read that Braille, tried to figure out what position Toby was laying in. The cum on his belly had dried into an egg-white stiffness -- proof that the night had really happened. Five in the morning...it was five hours into the new year now. Keller wasn't sentimental. His sociopathy didn't allow for much empathetic reflection. But for five hours he had had Toby as his own, all to himself. The way it should be. The way Keller had imagined it, only for once in his life something he secretly imagined and daydreamed of had come true. And to think he had to come all the way to Oz to find it... Toby shifted slightly above him and the creak of the metal mesh snapped Chris Keller out of his reverie. And he made a promise to himself, to Toby, to the entire fucking world, that nothing would ever come between he and Toby ever again. If he had to fight, if he had to kill, no matter what the price, Toby would be his. Forever. Keller held this promise in his heart as he stared into the mattress above him and waited for the clunking sound of the hacks turning the lights on and starting a new day. Reunion It was a large high school, so I was surprised to walk into the locker room and find my locker next to Chris's. Chris and I had lived next door to one another when we were kids, and we used to have epic wrestling matches and sword fights growing up. It was hard to believe we'd once been friends, though, given the ways we'd grown apart. Chris had developed into a tall, athletic youth, muscular and lean. He ran track and played on the football team, and I'd seen him in the cafeteria with the other jocks, laughing loudly and engaging in rough horseplay. I, on the other hand, was slender and still quite young-looking, with dark hair and eyes and smooth skin, and preferred art and English classes. Even though we had both turned eighteen this past year, I still felt like a boy, while he was clearly every inch a man. Though Chris was never among them, his friends had bullied me all through middle school, shoving me into walls or taunting me for being unathletic, calling me a fag. I wondered if Chris would remember me, and if he would treat me the same way. I was soon to find out. I came into the locker room one day, flushed and sweaty from gym class, and peeled off my shorts and jersey, ready to jump in the shower. Before I could turn on the water, though, I froze at the sound of a female voice in the locker room, quickly shushed in a whisper by a voice I recognized. I peeked around the thin plastic shower curtain and saw Chris sitting on one of the long wooden benches. Ariana, the petite head cheerleader, had tossed her pompoms aside and was kneeling down between his legs. She fumbled with the flap on his shorts and pulled out his cock, then began to pull the thick meat in and out of her mouth, sucking him to hardness. I was amazed at his size; his cock was so large, Ariana at first just ran her lips and tongue over the purple head. Chris moaned and tipped his head back. I could see his cock begin to twitch and jump; he was now fully erect, swelling and hard, and I could see the veins pulsing along its length. To my surprise, I felt the heaviness of my own cock as it began to stiffen in response. I pictured the warm wetness of a mouth around it; shy and insecure, I had still never had any sexual encounters beyond my own hand, and watching Chris getting blown just a few feet from the shower where I hid was the closest I'd come. I wrapped that hand around my hard shaft now and began to softly stroke it as I watched. Chris was moaning softly now as Ariana began to bob more vigorously up and down, thrusting his hips involuntarily to meet her lips, trying to push more of his length into her hungry mouth. I could hear the wet sucking sound as his cock slid rhythmically in and out and slid my hand over my own raging hard-on in time with that rhythm. As she sucked faster and faster, I pulled at my own cock with matching speed, feeling my face flush and my balls start to tighten. Then, without warning, Chris looked up. His icy blue eyes met mine as I looked out from behind the shower curtain, and a thrill of terror tore through me; I waited with my heart hammering for him to tear the curtain aside and beat the shit out of me. To my surprise, though, instead of leaping up, he smirked slightly nd held my gaze as he took the back of Ariana's head in his large hand and used the leverage to push his cock deeper into her throat. He was so large, though, that she could only take the first third of him before she began to gag at his thrusts and pulled away. He groaned in frustration this time and thrust his hips with greater urgency, but she could only suck the tip and run her tongue up and down his quivering shaft. Finally, she encircled his cock with her tiny hand and began to work the base while her tongue slid up and down the underside of his massive rod. He leaned back again as she worked him harder and faster; his cock darkened and throbbed. Then, suddenly, a bell rang in the gym, and from outside the locker room, several girls began calling Ariana's name. she jumped up and wiped her mouth bashfully. "Shit. I've gotta run," she said apologetically, then picked up her pompoms and raced to join her friends, leaving Chris with his cock sticking out of his shorts, still shiny and wet from her tongue. I swallowed heavily, suddenly acutely aware that I was trapped in this shower stall, naked and hard, with no way to hide my erection. Beyond the curtain, above my pounding heartbeat and the sound of my rapid, ragged breathing, I heard his shorts drop to the floor, then the slap of bare feet on tile. I saw his shadow stop just outside my stall, then heard his voice husky on the other side of the curtain. "How'd you like the show?" "Sorry," I stammered. "I just came in to take a shower, and –" I faltered as he pulled the curtain aside with a clatter and stepped in beside me. He turned to the neighboring nozzle and turned the tap as if oblivious to my obvious boner, or his own. He leaned his head back again and shut his eyes, allowing the jet of hot water to spray across his chest and run down his tight, well-muscled stomach. I glanced down and saw the rivulets running down to the curly blond hairs at the base of his cock. Seeing how hard he still was made my own cock swell even more. Inexplicably, I pictured that cock in my mouth as it had been in Ariana's, and shook my head to banish the image from my mind. As if he could hear my thoughts, Chris spoke: "Yeah, Ariana's pretty hot, but her mouth's so goddamned small. Sometimes I just want to really stick it in there; you know what I mean?" I swallowed again, nervously, unsure of how to respond. He wiped hater from his face and opened his eyes. His gaze again met mine. Facing me, our cocks stood just inches apart. "You think you could do better?" he asked, his eyes traveling from my face to his glistening cock. At first I thought he was joking; Chris White, star quarterback, asking me to suck his dick? He looked in my eyes again and nodded, though, his face serious. "Don't leave me hanging, bro," he said, his voice softer now, urgent. "Look at what she left me with." Scarcely thinking about what I was doing, I sank to my knees without breaking his gaze and opened my mouth. Chris braced himself with one hand on the curtain rod. His back arched as I took his cock between my lips and slid my tongue along its hot length. The hiss of the shower drowned out my beating heart and the steam rose up around us. His hips began to pump, forcing his salty cock further and further down my virgin throat. His moans and the hardness of his cock were making me so horny I could hardly stand it. I echoed his moan, sending vibrations through him. As he thrust, I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat again and again. I gagged, then, as Ariana had, at the intrusion of his swollen cock, but I was so turned on and wanted him so badly at this point that my body took over; I felt my gag reflex relax, my throat opened, and with the next thrust, I took all ten inches of him, my throat spasming around him, until he was grinding his pelvis up against my face and my eyes were watering. Again and again I swallowed reflexively, massaging him with every contraction of my throat. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, he withdrew his cock, allowing me a gasping breath, then drove into me again, moaning in pleasure as I worked his length with my tongue. He pumped in and out of me, his heavy balls tapping my chin. I raised my eyes, and with water dripping down my face and my jaw stretched by his girth, saw him still bracing himself, his muscles taut, mouth half open, in ecstasy. He began to buck in and out of my mouth faster, more roughly, punctuating each thrust with an urgent grunt. My ewere watering, my lungs burning for want of air. I wondered if he was going to come in my throat, but he pulled out abruptly with a wet pop and let out a great breath. I got unsurely to my feet, my mouth raw, my own cock now painfully throbbing. He looked down and laughed hoarsely. "Hey," he said, "remember those games we used to play as kids?"I nodded. The hiss of water on tile was the only sound. The air between us was thick with rising steam. "Rolling around naked was a whole lot different then, huh?" He took a step forward. His cock brushed mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Suddenly, he reached down, gripping both our cocks together in his powerful hand. I gasped. "Let's make this interesting," he suggested. I squirmed, helpless in his grasp. "What do you mean?" In answer, he closed in and began boxing at me as if play fighting, grabbing me in a headlock and pulling me in until his cock slid up against the soft skin of my abdomen. Before I really knew what was happening, he spun me around, my feet squeaking on the wet tile. I felt his cock press hot and urgently along the length of my bare ass crack. When I realized what he planned to do, I began to struggle in earnest, but his broad palm had a firm grip on my belly, his fingers gripping me right where my wispy pubes began. My squirming only made his cock harder, while the pressure of his hand made me feel like my cock was going to explode. Somehow the helplessness of my situation – knowing this man was going to take me and that I was powerless to stop him – filled me with a thrill of excitement. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he pulled me in to him. My struggles grew weaker; my knees almost buckled at the knowledge that Chris White was about to fuck me in the school showers. I felt the head of his cock forcing me open, and trembled beneath his grip. I moaned with fear and pain as his slippery cock head pushed inside me with a pop. His breathing was ragged and I could tell that restraining himself was taking all of his energy. "You know this is what you always wanted," he whispered, pressing himself into me inch by inch. I was ashamed to feel hot tears spring from my eyes; I was sure Chris' cock was going to tear me apart. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he drove into me with one hard thrust. I couldn't stifle a cry of shock and pain as I felt his cock fill me, then felt him move inside me as he shifted and partially withdrew. Another thrust followed, and, holding me by the neck and hips, he began to pump in and out of me, grunting as he forced himself into my tight ass. The pain began to be overwhelmed by the sensation of being fucked, and I found myself moving to take more of him inside me, meeting his thrusts and letting him deeper and deeper until his hips were grinding up against my ass and I was fully impaled on his throbbing tool. Forgetting the scandal of what we were doing, I began to moan uncontrollably, my voice broken by the force of his rhythmic pumping. He was moving like an animal now, fucking me with a force that made him grunt. In response to my moans, he slid his hand up and firmly grasped my aching cock. A cry escaped me as he used my cock like a handle to pull me closer into him. Now he began pumping my cock violently while he held me impaled upon his own. I felt my muscles ripple and contract, clenching around the hot shaft buried ten inches deep inside me. He redoubled his stroking as my spasms milked his cock. Now he clutched at me desperately, pulling me to him so hard he left bruises, trying to force me open more, fuck me deeper. I felt his cock swell inside me and then a hot rush as with a cry he pumped load after load of hot cum deep inside me. The feeling of his seed filling me as he stroked and squeezed my cock drove me over the edge; my balls tightened up and as he gave a final squeeze, I started to come in great violent spurts. His grip relaxed and there was a sucking sound as he pulled his softening cock out of me. We both stood there. I slowly became aware again of the sound of the shower, the hot water streaming down onto us. Abruptly, Chris straightened up and patted my shoulder roughly. "Guess I won this round," he joked. He pushed the curtain aside and went to grab a towel, leaving me alone again in the stall. I slid to the tiled floor, full of his cum and still tingling from my massive orgasm. I could hardly believe I had just been brutally fucked for the first time by Chris, the all-star athlete, but I smiled in the secret knowledge that it wouldn't be the last. Reunion I took the train to meet her at the airport. We hadn't seen one another all summer and were both looking forward to 'reconnecting'. The bulge in my shorts became more apparent and significantly harder to hide the closer I got to the airport stop. There was no hiding that I had complied with her request to not wear any underwear. :-) I got to the baggage area in time to see her come down the ramp. She was wearing one of my favorite skirts: short enough to be naughty and alluring but not short enough to be lewd. With that skirt, I could only imagine what trouble she might have gotten into on the plane. We met with a strong embrace, our lips meeting for the first time in months. As we kissed, she ground herself against the bulge in my shorts and my hands slid down her back following the seamless flow of her back into the top of that wonderful ass. Good, she had complied with my request as well. We decided to take a cab back to my apartment in the hopes that it would be faster than the train. Grabbing her bags, we headed for the curb. She hopped into the cab first and hugged me again as I sat down and closed the door. My free hand landed on her hip as we hugged and slowly snuck under her skirt as the cab pulled away. Flesh met flesh as my fingers quickly found her naked labia. She was exquisitely wet, perhaps too wet? "How was he?" I whispered in her ear as I realized that my fingers MUST be playing not only in her wetness but also the cum of some lucky fellow traveler. She smiled as she whispered her response, "Not bad as an appetizer. Now I'm ready for the main course." "You'll have to tell me all about it later," I replied as a I brought my wet finger to both of our mouths. We kissed again, deeply, tongues exploring. Her hand slowly caressed the bulge in my shorts as my hand went back to reminding itself of the landscape of her body. I don't think we intended to but, as she shifted to give my fingers better access, it became quite clear to anyone looking that she was not wearing underwear and that my finger was now fucking her glorious pussy. Our cabbie was adjusting his mirror as we came up for air and it was clear that he had noticed our display. She smiled and nodded at my raised eyebrow. We hiked her skirt up as she shifted back into the center seat. Her legs opened to provide a full view to the eyes reflected in the rearview mirror. My hand went back to her cunt, thumb and pinky spreading her lips while my middle finger found her wet hole. I felt her hands work toward the zipper on my shorts, pull it open and free my well-hardened cock. As her hands played with my cock and my fingers started fucking her juicy hole, it was quite obvious we had the driver's attention. She leaned over to suck the head of my shaft into her mouth then leaned back in her seat giggling as I massaged her clit. "I need you to fill me. Now," she declared. "Whatever you say beautiful." We each shifted over a seat, so that I now took up the middle seat. She hopped back into my lap, her back to my chest, and pressed my cock against the opening to her cunt. She slid over me easily, taking all of me. After all the times I had been inside her, she still felt amazing. We bounced slowly as I made sure her skirt was not impeding our driver's view. Slowly, in and out and back in again, I fucked her hole. She rocked her hips so that I nearly came out of her each stroke, the entrance to her vagina stretching again and massaging the head of my penis with each inward stroke. It didn't take long before I was adding my contribution to her creampie for the day. I stroked her clit and the inside of her thighs as my orgasm died down trying to return the favor for her. I felt her orgasm start with convulsions around my shaft and then radiate outward through her body. 'Mmmmmmm', was all she said as the orgasm subsided and she slid off of me back into her seat. She gave my shaft a little lick that did nothing to eliminate the stain that was inevitably going to form and then slowly, carefully, zipped me back up and we regained our composure in the last few blocks to our destination. Without saying a word, we got out at my apartment, paid the cabbie and started walking toward the door. We looked back to see him watching us walk away. She returned his look with a hike of her skirt to show him that lovely ass of hers as we entered the building. Reunion It has to be ranked up there near the top of my list of strangest experiences and it happened at my fifteenth high school reunion. And honestly, I'm not even sure why I went; high school was 4 years of misery for me. You know that dream where you go to school naked or in your underwear? That's what I felt like every day. I was a tall, clumsy kid, almost pathologically shy, with no self-esteem and no social skills and convinced, as I walked down the halls, that every random bit of laughter I heard was somehow directed at me. My palms were always sweaty and I bit my fingernails till they bled. So maybe it was because I wanted to show my former classmates that I wasn't that kid anymore, that I had become a successful, self confident man. Also I wanted to see a couple of people who had once been important to me. Particularly Tom Shelton, who had befriended me when I had no other friends. For whatever reason, and at the last minute, I made up my mind to go. I walked into the hotel ballroom, signed in, and got my name tag which had a picture of me from the yearbook in case I had changed so much no one could've recognized me. And I learned that Tom would not be attending. I picked up a Gin and Tonic from the bar and made my way around the room, making conversation with several classmates with whom I'd had a passing relationship. Many of them were anxious to tell me how successful they'd become and I'm sure I heard more than a few lies. I walked over to where a group of women were talking; their husbands were in a small uneasy group to one side. I recognized them as part of the cheerleading squad and that's when my eyes fell on Angela Bonds. She hadn't noticed me yet and I just stared for a while and let my mind wander back. We had moved into the house next door to the Bonds' the year I started high school. Angela had been one of the prettiest girls in school and always took my breath away whenever she'd flash that smile and say 'hi'. We rode the bus together but she always sat with her friends in the back and I pretty much always sat alone. She was hooked up with the star of the football team. But she was nice to me and didn't seem to be ashamed to be seen talking to a 'loser'. Finally she turned and saw me. "Joey? I'll be damned. Joey how are you?" She got up and gave me a hug. "I'm good Angela. And it's just Joe or Joseph now. So how about you?" She hugged me again. "I'm great. So what have you been doing?" I told her about my 4 years in the Air Force after high school, about moving to L.A. and about my stained glass business which had become fairly successful. I told her about the entryway I did for a million dollar home in Brentwood that was featured in Architectural Digest. And although my work wasn't credited, the article and accompanying photos had been a huge boost and I now employed 4 fabricators and a receptionist and was able to concentrate on design and leave most of the grunt work to the help. "That's right; in the yearbook you were 'Most Artistic'." "Right, right. So Angela what have you been doing?" I saw the ring on her finger. "Did you and Larry get married?" Larry Becker, six three, 240, had been the fastest, and most feared defensive lineman in the state. He'd powered Wilson High to 2 state championships and had won a free ride to Ohio State where he was a sure first round draft pick. Then he blew out his knee in his senior year. "Yeah, I followed him to OSU so I could be with him," There was tension in her voice. "We got married in sophomore year." "I heard about his injury." I followed football fairly closely back then and knew he had been a walk-on at Pittsburgh but re-injured the knee in a pre-season game against Dallas. I never read anything more about him. "Well, it's been a rough time. The first surgeon screwed up the arthroscopic and he needed a second one, and then a third. And then when we get to Pittsburgh and everything looks like it's going to, you know, work out and all, number 64 drives his helmet right into the knee and...It's all over. He's had a difficult time adjusting. We both have." Her eyes were brimming. I told her how sorry I was and I could tell she had more to say but she was a little embarrassed to be seen crying here in public "Wow, look at me. I'm here 5 minutes and I'm balling like a little girl." she said wiping her eyes. It was time to change the subject, "Hey, you know I used to watch you?" "Watch me?" she said. The first time it happened I had been lying on my bed in the dark masturbating when the light in her bedroom came on. Angela walked in wearing a towel on her head and another around her body that barely covered her ass. She took the towel off her head and shook out her hair drying it. She threw her head back and let her long blond hair cascade down her back. Then she came to the window and closed the curtain. As time went on I saw more and more of Angela. Literally. By the time I was a senior she was putting on shows for me almost weekly. "Yeah, you know, our bedroom windows faced each other..." She just looked at me blankly. Surely she knew; how could she not have known? Taking off her clothes in front of her window with the curtains open, a teenage boy's bedroom a few feet away? She'd perform this seductive striptease leaving the curtain open longer each time. But why I brought it up I don't know. I needed a way out and as if on cue some of her friends grabbed her and, thankfully, took her off to say hi to someone they knew. I went looking for someone else to talk to. I ran into Michael Marioni who'd been a close friend of Tom's. He told me Tom had taken a job on the police force and died during a high speed chase. I felt the wind go out of me and I got another drink. And then another. In my mind we were all still kids and kids don't die. Now I was the one who felt like crying. Angela eventually spun back into my orbit and we danced a few slow ones. She'd obviously had had several drinks herself and was feeling pretty loose. Then we found a quiet corner to talk and she completely broke down. She and Larry had separated. Whether it was the steroids he'd taken in College and during his rehab or just straight out depression she didn't know but they hadn't had sex in over a year prior to the split. "He's just completely lost interest in me." "Angela, I'm so sorry." I couldn't imagine anyone losing interest in Angela. I held her while she cried and then she asked me, "Can we go somewhere and talk?" I said we could go to my room. She agreed and we got up and went down the hall and took the elevator to the fourth floor. As soon as we got inside she fell into my arms and we kissed. She grabbed my head with both her hands and kissed me as if she were dying of thirst and I was pitcher of cold water. I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and her body was plastered against me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this; that I was taking advantage of a vulnerable woman who'd had too much to drink but, my God, this was Angela Bonds! The subject of a hundred masturbatory fantasies. And she wasn't the only one who'd had too much to drink. I pulled her close and let my hands wander down to cup that glorious plump bottom of hers, one cheek in each hand. She broke the kiss for a moment and gasped looking into my eyes. Then she dug her nails into my back and kissed me even harder. My cock was at full staff and she rubbed herself against it. I allowed one hand to leave that magnificent ass and wander up under her blouse to cup her breast and felt her nipple harden through her bra. She expanded her chest as if trying to push the breast into my hand. "Oh God, Joey!" she said breathlessly into my mouth. She lifted her leg and locked it behind my knee and ground her crotch against my cock. I took hold of her ass again and lifted her up and carried her the few feet to the bed where we fell together on top of the cover. I was unbuttoning her blouse when suddenly she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away. "Wait, wait. Stop. I'm sorry. I...We can't do this. I can't do this." she said wiping her mouth. And squirming out from under me she got up on the other side of the bed tucking in her blouse. I didn't protest, I knew she was right. "I'm separated, Joe, but I'm still married." She was breathing hard. "I love Larry. I'm sorry, Joe. I don't mean to be a tease. I'd better go." But backing away from the bed she fell back into the chair. "It's just been so hard." She started crying again. "Without football, Larry's just doesn't feel like the same person. He's lost." Larry had tried a number of jobs but couldn't keep any. He'd started drinking and hanging with a rough crowd who enjoyed his celebrity and kept him drunk and probably gave him drugs, she wasn't sure. He got into fights and had even hit Angela once during an argument. He couldn't get an erection and wouldn't go to a doctor. "At least," she said with a bitter laugh, "I'm pretty sure he isn't having an affair." She told me most of their entire history for the last fifteen years and I listened without saying a word. I wanted to hold her but thought better of it. When she was through and had cried herself out. She looked at me. "Thanks for listening, Joe. You were always a true friend. I always liked you, but you seemed like such a lost puppy. You were so sweet." She paused. "And yes I knew you were watching me." she smiled at me. "I enjoyed putting on a show for you and imagining what you were doing there in the dark. I only wish I could have seen you. Were you touching yourself while you watched me?" I nodded. "Mmmmm. It was such a turn on for me to slowly take my clothes off for you and show you my naked body. I was hot back then wasn't I?" "You still are, Angela." "Yeah but not like I was. It turned me on to think about how I was exciting you. I'd imagine you pumping your...your cock and shooting your cum into the air. That's when I first started to masturbate. Does that surprise you? That while you were dreaming about me, I was dreaming about you there in the dark? "I have this dream sometimes where I'm a stripper being watched by hundreds of guys. And they're not allowed to touch themselves and I just tease them and tease them and they're all nearly insane with lust for me. I can see their hard cocks needing to be touched but they can't. I sometimes cum in my sleep and wake up with the pillow between my legs. Sometimes the dream wakes me up and I masturbate and have the hardest orgasms." I wasn't exactly sure where this was going but I felt the mood in the room change. She stood up and stared at me with a strange look in her eyes. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "Angela, I don't..." "Shhhhh." She let the blouse fall to the floor and lifted her chin and turned her head from side to side letting her hair tickle her back. She kicked off her shoes and lifted a stockinged foot to the chair. Raising her skirt she slowly rolled her stocking down the shapely leg and finally off her pointed toes. She kept her eyes on mine as she removed the other stocking and then stroked her leg as if shaping it. I imagined her hands to be my own and my eyes fixed on the creamy inner thigh, the shapely calf and slender ankle. The tiny foot. She smiled knowing I was already transfixed by her body and her performance. Closing her eyes she unzipped her skirt and let it fall and now stood before me in just her bra and panties. She took a deep breath and her breasts rose, her hard nipples pressing against the material of her bra. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Should I stop, Joe?" she said teasingly. She been so lost and vulnerable a few seconds before that the change gave me whiplash. "No." my voice was hoarse. "Do I turn you on?" she asked me. "Oh, yeah." "Show me." I didn't move. "Show me how my body excites you. Let me see." I remained still. "Please, Joe." I leaned back on the bed so she could see my cock straining against my pants. She smiled. "Take them off for me? Please?" She was pleading. This is sick I thought. I'm a just a bit player in her sick fantasy. She's afraid she's losing her looks and her power. She's afraid she's no longer desirable. She probably needs therapy. But still I couldn't make myself stop her; after all, this was my fantasy too. All those lonely nights that she had made better and worse with her beautiful body came flooding back into my mind. Her hands were sliding up her belly and over her bra. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them till I thought they might actually pop out of the sheer material. She pulled on the straps as if she were going to rip them. She pinched her nipples hard and inhaled sharply then rubbed them as if to soothe them. She slowly slid her hands down over her belly and slipped them into her panties. She widened her stance and stroked several times before dipping her fingers inside. She brought her fingertips to her nose and inhaled deeply before taking them into her mouth watching me as they slid in and out between her lips. "Please, Joe? Let me see?" I removed my pants along with my shoes and socks. I leaned back opening my shirt and spread my legs and let her stare at my cock which was fully erect and pulsing above my abdomen. She smiled, "Mmmmm, Nice" she said, and then turned around, rotating her hips in slow circles. She lowered her panties part of the way so I could see the beginning of her cleft and bent over and touched her toes. My gasp was audible. The crotch of her panties was soaked and transparent and I could her shaved pussy through the thin damp material. It was shaved "You want to touch yourself, don't you, Joe?" "Yes." I was aching. "Not yet. In a minute." She straightened up and unhooked the bra then turned around holding it in place. "I want to watch you do it. Is that OK? Can I watch you make love to yourself? Can I watch you cum, the way you did in high school?" I nodded. At that point I would have given her my first born male child if she'd asked. "You're leaking." She said and I saw the pre-cum dripping and forming a pool on my abdomen. She let her bra join the rest of her clothes at her feet and she stood nearly naked before me, rubbing her breasts and pinching the nipples which got even harder and darker. She moaned slightly. Fifteen years could not be denied but she was still beautiful. Her breasts sat a bit lower on her chest and weren't quite as firm but they were full, the nearly pure white skin contrasting with her tan and making them seem even larger. The areolas were darker than the pale pink I remembered. She had a slight belly and there was more jiggle in her movements but while she had lost some of the firmness and tone of her youth she had acquired a sensuality that had been lacking in the perky girl she'd been. She moved with certain knowledge of herself and her audience. She smoldered with a sexuality that would have been impossible at 18. I was hypnotized, unable, and unwilling, to turn away, to stop her. She bent forward and tucked her thumb into the waistband of her panties, letting her breasts dangle in front of me. They seemed swollen, the nipples huge. Then she straightened up and turned around again and lowered her panties to just below her bottom, letting the elastic lift her cheeks up and out as if presenting them to me. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Take hold of your cock for me, Joe. Stoke yourself. Long slow strokes. Very slow. Keep your eyes on me." She watched, seemingly mesmerized as I stroked up and down the entire length of my cock using the pre-cum for lubrication. I sighed as the aching was relieved and was replaced by a deeper need that pushed me higher. "That's it, just like that. How does that feel?" She asked as she ran her hands over her bottom and squeezed her ass cheeks. She lowered her panties to the floor and then with her legs wide apart, separated her pussy lips. I stared at the glistening pink flesh inside and watched as moisture leaked out and trickled down her thigh. This was obviously a huge turn-on for her. I wanted so much to grab her hips and plunge into her from behind and make her scream. "Angela, I need you." I said sitting up and reaching out a hand for her. "No!" she said straightening up and turning around. "Please!" "No! I can't. I'm sorry. This is all I can do. I'll leave if you want me to, if this is too weird." "Angela." "I'm sorry, Joe, I just can't. Maybe I should go." she looked at the floor and was silent for a moment. "But if I do you know what you're going to do as soon as the door closes, don't you" She looked back at me with an evil grin, "I just want to watch. I need to see. Please." As strange as it felt to be watched doing something so private by the girl I had a crush on all through high school, I couldn't tell her to leave. If this was all I was going to get then it would have to do. It was just going to be the umpteenth time I jerked off looking at Angela's naked body. I took up my cock again and began a slow gentle stroking. She sat on the chair and threw one leg over the arm and began stroking her hand up and down the slit of her pussy, occasionally dipping a finger inside and bringing her natural lubrication up to her clit. She rubbed the little button in circles before dipping back down inside herself again. Her other hand alternated rubbing each breast in turn. She put her fingers in her mouth to wet them and then smeared her saliva on her nipples and sighed deeply. All the while her eyes remained riveted on my cock and balls and my slow, relentless pumping. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was moaning in a pleading voice as if begging her body for release. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened them wide as a small wave seemed to sweep over her. She threw her other leg over the other arm and plunged 2 fingers inside her cunt and squeezed her breast hard and seemed to be lifted a little higher by a second wave. She added a third finger and pumped them in and out while with her other hand she rubbed her clit in vigorous circles. Her facial expressions showed pain, anger, concentration, surprise, shock. Her moaning turned from plaintive cries to insistent, animalistic grunts. I could almost see the heat coming off of her. "Come for me Joe," she said, her voice hoarse. "Come now. Let me see you shoot. Please come for me." I stood up as I felt the first tingling in my balls that signaled my own climax approaching. I walked over to her chair, my cock mere inches from her face. She nodded her head. "Yes, yes, yes" she said over and over. She opened her mouth and screamed "Now! Oh God! Oooooooh Goooooooooooooood! Oooooooooooooooooh!" I felt my knees turning to jelly and goose bumps on my arms and legs, my vision narrowed and there was a loud ringing in my ears. I was on the edge and time froze for 2, 3, 4 seconds as every muscle strained. And then I exploded and shot a long white stream of cum that landed on her breast. A second landed on her cheek followed by a third which hit her in her open mouth. As each shot hit her she cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as if she was being burned. Juice poured from her pussy and soaked the chair. She was in spasm, as if having a seizure, her seemingly helpless body vibrating uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm crashed into her. She closed her legs and squeezed them together with her hand still covering her pussy as she slowly came down I moved closer as cum was now oozing from my cock and let it drip onto her legs until I had nothing left to give. I fell to the floor at her feet and wrapped my arms around her legs and laid my head in her lap. She stroked my hair. We stayed that way for a long time, neither of us saying a word. Then she got up, picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom. I heard water running. I got up and put on my boxers and lit a cigarette and got a drink from the mini-bar. Reunion When she came out she was dressed and her hair was back in place. She came to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Joey." "I love you, Angela." I said. "I know," she said. Then she kissed me and walked out. Reunion The day had come to an end, and not at all too soon. All afternoon, he had teased her, drawing his fingers lightly against her neck, her back, cleverly in public places where no impulses could be acted on. He had whispered his intentions subtly into her ear, his warm lips just touching her ear lobe. He had sent shivers down her spine every chance available. Now, headed back to the hotel, she could hardly hold still. Her heart was beating hard in her chest; her left hand gripped his while her right held tight to the side of her seat. She could feel the familiar hot sensation rising inside of her. They pulled into the parking lot, finding a space close to their room. Excited, but not showing it, she shakily stepped out of the car. Walking to the other side, she grabbed his hand as they began the walk to their door, a walk that seemed to take hours. She was eager. As they reached the door to their suite, she let him open it, not wanting him to see her hand shake if she had tried to fumble with the key. Like any other guest, they stepped into the room, casual as can be. The door shut behind them. She could feel how wet she had made her panties just on the short ride over. He turned to her and kissed her passionately, placing his hands strategically on her body, on her lower back. She pressed against him. But instead of to the bed, where I had expected we would go, he pushed her into the large bathroom. Quickly, he reached over and started the shower, and as the water heated up, steam began to rise. He slid his hands up her top, across her bare stomach, up to her chest, making her knees even weaker as he slid her shirt over her head. Skillfully, he reached around her and removed her bra. She mirrored him, pushing her hands up his shirt, sliding them across his back, before pulling his shirt off as well. A bit more eager, he unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her feet, followed shortly by her panties, until she was completely exposed to him, exactly how she liked it. He stepped out of his shorts, out of his underwear, unveiling his hard dick. It excited her to see it, and he pulled her into the shower. But he wasn't done teasing her, preparing her. The hot water running down onto them, he pressed up against her, holding her tight, kissing her. From her lips, to her ear, down to her neck, across her shoulders... He knew her spots. Her breathing grew heavier. she knew that she wanted him inside her, and she knew he was going to make her wait. He ran his hands down her body, grabbing her ass aggressively, pulling her close. Ready and very willing, she kissed him back intensely. He reached up and took a handful of her hair, showing her that he was in control, turning her on even more. Finally, he turned off the shower and pulled her out by her hand. She was all too excited to follow. He pushed her over to the bed, down onto it, and rolled her over onto her stomach. She knew she was in for an incredible time as he began to massage her shoulders, her back, her ass, her thighs, coming so close to her most sensitive of spots before pulling away. She squirmed on the bed as he began to kiss her calves and ran his tongue back up to her ass. As he began to bite her, softly and getting more aggressive, she couldn't help but begin to moan. She could feel her own juices beginning to run down her thighs as he made her even hornier. He pushed his hands around to hold her breasts, caress them, and back around to her lower back where he knowingly grazed his fingertips across her. Watching her squirm, hearing her moan, became too much to just watch as he flipped her over, rough and fast, onto her back. He climbed on top of her, and she could feel his hard dick against her. She wanted it, wanted he, so bad. She pushed her hips up against hiss as he kissed her neck, nibbled at her, sucked on her breasts, caressed her body. Too horny himself, he pulled back onto his knees and pushed her legs apart. She could feel the tip of his cock against her as he watched her face, knowing she wanted him inside her. He was all too ready to give her what she desired. Her back arched and a moan broke through her lips as he pushed his dick inside of her. Her pussy was soaking wet, she was so ready for him. He began to thrust, slowly but hard, making her body shake. Her moans grew louder and louder, without concern for anyone to hear. His thick, hard cock felt so good, exactly what she needed and yearned for every night that she lay alone in her bed. Suddenly, he picked up speed, holding her legs up and apart as he hammered into her. Knowing he had full control, he reached down and pushed his hand against her throat, silencing her moans but knowing she was enjoying it. Harder and faster he thrusted, rocking the headboard against the wall, as her fingernails dug into his thighs. He pushed her right leg down, still holding her left, his dick hitting new angles as she continued to not hold back the noise. He kissed her neck, her breasts, continuing to move south as he pulled out of her. She wanted him to make her cum, and he did it well. Pushing her knees up, he bit at her thighs, licked around the edges of her pussy. He knew what she wanted as she tried to control her squirming. Finally he ran his tongue up her sweetest of spots. She clutched at the sheets as his tongue flicked skillfully around her clit. Her moans grew louder and louder, almost into screams, as he ate her out. With his fingertips he teased the other hot spots on her body, her hips, her breasts, her nipples. Her legs shook violently as she tried to keep her body relaxed for him to work her over. She felt the sensation building inside her, wanting to burst. She knew someone could hear her, but it was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was for him to make her cum, for him to taste the sweet results of his power over her. More and more it built up inside of her until finally, unable to hold back her screams or to still herself, her body erupted in an intense, powerful orgasm, the kind witnessed only ever by he. As it pounded her body, he continued working her clit, knowing how to increase her pleasure throughout the whole incredible climax. She could feel that she came a lot, as he licked it all from her pussy. She knew that he liked it. Her head spun as she continued to cum, and as her body quieted down, he gave her a few final teasing licks before coming back up to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips. Her body felt spent, she felt lightheaded. She loved the feeling. He ran his fingertips across her body sensually. She wasn't done, and she didn't want the feeling to wear off completely. She climbed on top of him, kissing him, nibbling lightly on his ear and sucking on his neck. He moved anxiously underneath her. She reached behind and grabbed his dick in her hand, stroking it slowly, teasingly, as she watched him bite his lip. Too eager to continue the tease, she lifted her hips and slid down onto his cock. His breathing grew heavier as he felt inside her. She was still wet for him, still so horny, as she began to ride him. She reached around and grabbed his balls, holding them firmly, playing with them, as she fucked him. She slid up and down his shaft, fast, playing with her boobs as he watched her. As she could tell he was getting more and more into it, she stopped, slowing down. Leaning down to kiss him, she pulled away slowly, until just the head of his hard, thick dick was inside her, and pushed back down slowly as well. She loved the way he exhaled as she repeated it, slowly out, slowly in, pushing as far down on top of him as she could, getting him deep inside her. He couldn't control himself. He rolled her over and stood up, telling her to do the same. She climbed off the bed and he pushed her to the back door of the room. The door led to a balcony, overlooking the beach, and he pushed her, naked, outside. Forcefully he spun her around and bent her over the balcony railing, holding her ass as he plunged into her again. As he fucked her from behind, she didn't bother to try to stay quiet, it felt so good. He slapped her ass, and it became harder to stand as he made her legs tremble. After a while, he pulled her back around, pushed her back inside and onto the bed, making his way once more to her wet, ready pussy. He thrust his tongue inside of her, around her, finally back out to her clit as her legs shook and her moans turned into screams. His tongue worked her clit, harder, faster, her whole body beginning to shake as that wonderful feeling began to build in her again. She could feel his lips in their places, keeping every sensitive part of her satisfied. His hands ran their course up and down her body as her legs pressed tight against him. As he worked her over, she knew she was on the edge. With a loud scream, her body exploded once more as he made her cum, made her shake and yell. His tongue continued to work at her clit as the orgasm worked its way through her. Her head began spinning again, and her body tried to flail, but he forcefully held her hips down to finish the job. Good at what he did, he continued to have his way with her clit as it became its most sensitive, seeing it through until her body began to relax, her screams eased back into moans. Again he returned to kiss her, and she licked around his lips, tasting herself. As he lay on his back next to her, she turned onto her side, and began to run her fingertips, her nails, lightly across his chest. Across his waist, down his thigh, as she began to suck on his earlobe and kiss his neck. His hips pushed up toward her hand, but she wasn't going to give him anything just yet. She continued to run her fingertips up his left thigh, across his waist, down his right thigh, and back again. She teased him for a bit, watching his reaction, listening to the quiet sounds he made, his heavy breathing. Finally, she slid her fingertips across his balls, up to the head of his hard cock. She traced her fingertip in a circle around it, before finally taking him in her hand. His body pulsed as she did so, and she slowly worked his dick, up and down, slowly, firmly. His moans got only a bit louder, his body squirming, and she knew what he wanted, and what she wanted. She wanted him in her mouth. Without removing her hand, she climbed down between his legs, and traced the tip of her tongue around the head. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, finally pushing her lips around and down his cock. Slowly she put the whole thing in her mouth, feeling him at the back of her throat. She pressed her tongue up against his shaft, and began to move her mouth up and down him, pressing her lips lightly against him. His dick felt good in her mouth as she ran her tongue around him, up and down his shaft. She licked up the center of his balls, taking each into her mouth for a moment and sliding them back out past her lips. She pushed her mouth back down around his dick, moving faster, pressing her tongue a bit more forcefully against him. She loved giving him head, and she sucked him hard. As his body moved, she knew he was close, and after several minutes of working his dick, he came hard into her mouth, down her throat. It was so hot to her to swallow his cum, and it's exactly what she did as she continued to suck him off through his entire orgasm. Giving him a few more tantalizing licks to the head of his dick, she crawled back up next to him, kissing him. They were both spent, and as he calmed down from his orgasm, she curled up next to him. Naked, exhausted, and nuts for each other, they ended their fun with his arms wrapped tight around her, exactly where they were meant to be. Reunion I was in my car, driving from Texas to Virginia. My girlfriend, who had been living with me for four-and-one-half years had left me only two months ago and gone back to her family in Norfolk but (HAPPY DAY) she had called me the day before to ask if she could please come home. We had, over the phone and together, worked out a few ground-rules for our being together and I was extremely happy to be going to pick up the woman who was to be my wife. My company had given me a month off with pay as a Wedding gift, so I had no worries on the time element. We had agreed that I would drive out, spend the week with her, and we would be married the following Sunday. It was 2:30 am when I finally stopped at a Motel 6 near Knoxville, Tennessee to get some sleep before driving on into Norfolk the next day. I had just gotten into the room and undressed when my phone rang. It was her, my beautiful Trisha, calling me just to say, "Goodnight." As I heard her sultry voice, my cock sprang to full attention. My God, what a voice! If I have told her once, I've told her a thousand times she could make a fortune with that voice on a "900" sex line. "James, it's Trish," she said. "Hello my love. What are you doing up at this time of morning?" "Just thinking about you. Getting ready for bed and wishing you were here already." "But Baby-doll," I said, "I'm driving a Chevy pickup, not a fuckin F-16 jet." "I know lover, but I just want you so bad. I want you inside me James. I want, no, I need to feel your hard, throbbing cock deep in my tight, wet pussy. I need to feel your warm cum shooting up inside me. God, I want you so bad James." "I know lover," I said, starting to get an idea. "I want you too baby. I want to feel your soft, sweet lips on mine. I want to run my hands over your sexy body babe. I'd love to be lightly pinching your sensitive nipples right now. Matter of fact, in my mind, I AM kissing you and playing with your nipples. Close your eyes baby. Can you feel it Angel? Can you feel my hands and my lips on your soft skin?" "OH GAWD, YES!! Oh , James, do me baby! Oh, I need you so bad!" "Now, my love, I'm slowly and gently kissing my way down your neck, around your sweet throat, down, down into the luscious valley between your gorgeous breasts. My tongue is tickling the sensitive underside of your left breast, now the right one. I'm slowly circling my warm, wet tongue around and around your right breast, the circles getting smaller and smaller as I get nearer and nearer to your nipple." "Oh James," she said breathlessly, "oh please suck my tits baby. Please!" "Not yet lover," I said, teasing her. "Soon, love, but not just yet. Now, Trisha my darling, I've left your right breast and moved back to the left one. I'm slowly making the same journey up this side as on the other, using only my lips and tongue. I'm getting closer, ever closer to your hard little nip baby. There! I'm sucking your hard little nipple into my mouth. I'm just barely touching it with my teeth." "Ohhhhh baby, I'm gonna cummmmmmm, "she cried. "Then cum my darling," I said, "cum good for me baby. Mmmm your nipple tastes soooo good honey. I love the way it feels in my mouth. Ohhh, I have to go to the other nipple now baby. Don't wanna leave it outta the fun. I'm sucking your right nipple now my sweet. Sucking it up hard into my mouth. I'm biting it baby. Mmmm it tastes like candy. Oh, but that was good. Almost nothing I like better than your sweet, hard nipples, Mmmmm." "Now, sweetheart, I'm slowly kissing and licking my way down your belly honey. Ohhh, what's this? Must be where the Injun shot ya huh? Well, I'll just have to use my tongue and see just how bad you was shot baby. Mmmm, not too bad. And now, into the enchanted forest. Feel my tongue parting the hairs baby. Feel my breath as I blow gently on your sweet clit. Oh, baby, you taste soooo good! Your juices are flowing now honey and they're just as sweet as Honey too. Delicious! My favorite desert!" I kept talking in a flowing, soft voice, almost a monotone. Telling her what my mind's eye was seeing as I envisioned doing the very things I was saying. I knew she, by now, had her fingers deep inside her tight pussy, wiggling them hard to bring herself off. My woman is very sexual and has a variety of toys, most of which I have used on her at one time and another. Suddenly, from the phone, I heard a long, low moan and, in a quaking voice, she whispered, "James, oh, James, I love you James. Please lover, fuck me now. Oh, fuck me hard James." I knew she was using her Blue dildo, her favorite toy, and was fucking herself with it. Then, in an almost normal voice, she spoke again. "James, my darling, are you in bed yet?" "Yes," I told her. "I'm lying here, nude, waiting for you to come out of that bathroom and get in bed with me." "Is your cock hard James?" she asked in her most sexy voice. "Oh yes, baby, this cock's like a rock and it really needs some attention." "Now, it's my turn darling," she said. "First, you need to close those sexy Blue eyes and watch me. See what I'm doing to you as I kiss your lips and gently bite your lower lip. Now, I'm kissing and licking my way down your chest, taking each of your nipples into my hot mouth and rolling them in between my tongue and teeth, then biting them gently. Can you feel my hot breath as I softly blow the hair on your chest?" "Ohhh yes baby. Ohhh I feel it. Keep it up honey. Keep going sugar, you ain't far enough south yet baby!" "I'm nibbling lower, toward your belly. Am I far enough yet my love?" "No lover, not just yet," I said. "Now, I'm down to your navel. "Ohhh, what's this big pole? I didn't know you had internal phone service! Oh and look at this would ya. What in the world is this? Why, this pole must be alive! There's something leaking right from the very top. Now, I gently running my finger through this liquid, putting it to my lips. Mmmmm, this tastes good. Kinda like Cotton candy. Now, I'm using my tongue instead of my finger. Ohhhh baby this stuff is soooo sweet, I must have more. I'm taking the head of your hard cock in my warm, wet mouth. I'm gently biting the shaft, just under the head. Now, lover, I'm taking your hard cock in my mouth, deeper and deeper every time I bob my head baby. Ohhhh, I want to make you cum honey. Please cum in my mouth. I need to taste it James. Ohhhh cum darling cum for me. Shoot your jizz right on my tongue. Ohhhh, baby, I can taste it mmmmmff, mmmmmmmmff." With her talking in that super-sexy voice and saying what she was, it didn't take long. I hardly had to touch my cock before I was spewing sticky white cum from the tip. I don't know just how high I shot because my eyes were shut, but, when I woke up, there was dried cum on the other pillow! I'm back on the road now and I can hardly wait until tonight when I get to Norfolk and I can hold my sweet Trisha in my arms once more. Gonna be a hot time in the oldtown tonight!! TO BE CONTINUED Reunion I'd just taken a bite of my sandwich when my desk phone rang. Trying not to let shredded lettuce and tomato drop onto my desk I reached for the phone and didn't check the caller ID. "Hello, this is Stephanie, how may I help you?" "Hey. It's me," said the husky voice in my ear. "Me" was, until a few weeks earlier, the man with whom I'd ended so many of my nights and began so many of my days. "Me" was the man I'd been crazy about since we'd met; the man who'd recently told me things were too unsettled in his life for him to be in a relationship right now. We'd exchanged a couple of emails since then but hadn't spoken. The sudden silence had been unbearable. I'd taken to leaving my house in the late afternoon hours when he usually called me while driving home from work simply so I wouldn't hear the phone not ring. "Hey," I replied around my mouthful of sandwich. "What's going on?" I groaned inwardly at myself for not having the rapier-like wit that would have let me form a witty zinger as a reply. Then again, the cube farm didn't offer much privacy and I was in shock. "Not much. I was just calling to see how your day's going." "It's okay, still kind of slow. Guess we are going to catch a bit of a break as the holidays come up." I'd grabbed a red marker, written his name on a piece of paper and was knocking frantically on my desk to get my friend's attention. When she looked up I held up the paper with his name on it and then pointed to my phone. She raised her eyebrows and turned away to give me some privacy. "That's good I guess; you were pretty busy there for a while." "Yeah, well, it's almost too slow now. Ah, this is a surprise." "I know. Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry..." "Can we not do this here?" I interrupted, tears stinging my eyes. Jeez, Steph, hold it together, it's been almost three weeks. He gave a soft, small chuckle and said, "Yeah, sorry, sometimes I forget." We chatted and laughed about nothing for the next fifteen minutes. There was some small piece of my mind that recognized how easy it was to talk with him and I found myself smiling. We finished laughing about something silly and he said, "Hey, I want to talk to you, try to explain some of this stuff. I don't have a lot of answers but I'd like to talk to you." I'd closed my eyes after the first few words. That voice that had so often whispered to me in the middle of the night made me weak. I couldn't understand why he'd left, how things had broken apart so quickly, and I hated the silence between us most of all. But I've already said that. I didn't know what would come out of talking, but I knew I couldn't say no. "Sure, I'd like that. I've felt like I couldn't reach out, as if I'd sent an email or called you'd tell me to just go away. That's been so hard. I want to talk to you too. And you don't have to have answers and decisions, we could just talk like we used to for a while. Remember that?" We agreed he'd come to my place for dinner the following Sunday. Great, 72+ hours to drive myself crazy, work myself into a frenzy with nerves and questions and rationalizations. Well, I knew I needed to feel more settled with how things would be between us. Better to pick the scab off now when the cut had just started to heal than weeks from now when it had healed more. I went home that night and tried not to think too much more. After I got settled for the evening I opened up some old emails in random order. We'd been so good together in all ways. We talked, we laughed, we shared a great sense of adventure. And our physical relationship was nothing short of amazing. Every time, no matter how often we'd made love, we went to new heights. All these months later I still had a physical reaction when my memory turned over thoughts of certain times we'd loved, or I read words we'd written to each other afterward. We spent a fair amount of time away from each other traveling for work, and during those times we talked and wrote what we couldn't do, what we wanted to do, what we would do when together again. With just a few words we could create an image, recall a memory. "I will think of your back arching and fingers clenched in mine while we move together towards an out of body climax" he sent in a late night email one weekend when we had to be apart. So many images came to me when I read that. The first time I straddled him on the edge of the bed, sliding doors of our hotel room open to the sound of waves crashing on the rocks. The car ride home after my birthday dinner with my right foot on the dashboard, my left leg bent at the knee and tucked up onto the seat so he could reach into me. The first time he'd played his fingers over me while moving inside me. Thinking about our times together wasn't doing me any good. I was getting all worked up but wasn't in the mood to release myself. Nothing in that drawer was coming out tonight. Sunday came and he walked through my door looking as sexy and at ease as he always had. His unassuming manner and quiet confidence had drawn me to him from the first. We kept our banter light and our distance from each other as we moved around the kitchen preparing dinner. Once he came up and rubbed his hand in circles on my back. Touching and being touched by him had always been so calming to me; I'd missed that so much these last few weeks. We ate dinner without urgency, then cleaned up the dinner dishes and went to the couch. We sat on opposite ends, me holding a pillow to my chest as though to ward off words that might hurt me. I had no idea what he wanted to say. Earlier in the day I'd joked with my friends that he'd be a pretty big louse if he came for dinner only to tell me that he wasn't interested in coming back or at least talking again. But I couldn't read him tonight. As the conversation continued our bodies relaxed, our tensions flowing out in small waves, and we began to touch, gingerly at first, just our fingertips, then our palms, then interlacing our fingers. After a time we drew closer to each other, and then were resting with our foreheads touching, eyes closed, breathing in sync. He kissed the back of my hand, my fingers, brushed his lips over my forehead. "Are you going to kiss me?" I asked, "Or am I going to have to come over there?" He gave a small chuckle and tilted his head, bringing his lips to mine and reaching to brush my hair aside and cup my cheek. I'd sunk into him each time he'd done that and this time was no different. We kissed gently, reacquainting ourselves with the feel of each other as the world began to fall away, leaving us in a soft cocoon. Minutes passed before we slowly brought our bodies closer, wrapping our arms around each other and pressing tight. Eventually he pulled me onto his lap with my legs around his hips, both of us moving forward and back with increasing rhythm as the ever-present heat began building between us, our kisses deepening, feeling more urgent. Breathless I pulled away and looked into his eyes. "I think we should take our clothes off," he said. "I think we'll need more room," I replied. "Shall we move?" I kissed him again, climbed off him and took his hand, leaving my narrow couch behind for the comfort of my bed. When we reached my bedroom he kissed me and unbuttoned my jeans, squatting down to kiss my belly as he stripped off my clothes. Once both undressed we dove under the covers and immediately turned to each other, bodies moving together as easily as they always had. We kissed, ran our fingers through each other's hair, our hands down each other's chests and backs before he moved atop me and asked if he could come inside. I reached down, found him and guided him into me. As he entered me we each let out a ragged breath. That first moment was exquisite, took our breath away as it had so many times in the past. We kissed lips, earlobes, necks and shoulders as we moved together, feeling my body welcome him into me as he thrust tenderly but with enough force to let me know he'd missed this too. When his climax came he gasped and pressed his forehead to mine as his body froze; he stopped breathing and reached beneath me to pick me up and pull me close. We kissed as our breathing returned to normal, pausing often just to look into each other's eyes. "What's that they say about makeup sex?" he asked. I laughingly replied, "That it's good. And hey, I'd wanted to be on top." "You still can!" he said and with that I lowered my leg and we rolled together so he was on his back; he was still inside me. I sat up, locked our hands together and slowly began rocking. He pulled his hands away from mine to rub my body and pull me toward him for kisses. After a time his tumescence returned and he placed his hands on my hips, moving me on him. I leaned down to rest on his chest; the increased pressure added a level of sensation that gently swept me higher. He picked up his pace, added pressure to our strokes, his breathing became more rapid, and I lifted myself from him to watch him throw his head back as he arched his back and spilled into me, holding us together as though he were trying to climb through me. The sight of him losing control always turned me on. His broad chest and well-toned arms aroused me at any given time, and watching them frozen in pleasure always brought me a thrill. Spent, we relaxed our bodies into the bed and each other. He stroked my head and sprinkled kisses on my face. After a time, I said, "I need to get some sleep." "I'd like to stay if that'd be all right," he said. "I'd like that," I replied and leaned over to kiss him. "Contacts must come out though!" and I got up to peel out my contact lenses, brush my teeth. He did the same, and we laughed about the sense of déjà vu having done this very same routine of finding him a toothbrush, contact case and face cloth the first time he'd spent the night. We returned to the bed and wrapped our bodies around each other as had been our habit. As we were kissing goodnight, the gentle kisses became more fervent. "What's that you said about needing sleep?" he asked as he began licking my nipple. I laughed and surrendered. He'd come home. Reunion For Judy and Pat. * * * When Judy received an invitation to attend her college’s class re-union she had not wanted to go. At 50 she still looked very good and enjoyed much younger men staring at her. But she had put on 10-15 lbs. since college and was sure that 1 or more of the women would look better than her. She had not met her husband, Pat, until after college and had kept most of her past from him. Judy still remembered a couple of her college sweethearts very fondly even after 30 years. Judy was concerned that some of what she had done in college would come out at the re-union or, even worse, that she may not be able to resist doing something that she would regret later. When Pat found the invitation, he insisted that they both go. While the re-union was located at a motel a short distance away, they booked a room so that they could enjoy themselves. At the last minute something went wrong and Pat could not go. He insisted that Judy go anyway and helped her load her suitcase into the car. The trip was uneventful and Judy arrived at the motel. After checking in, Judy went to the meeting room and was bent over registering when a man called her name. She turned around and recognized him immediately. Al had changed little in 30 years. His hair was thinner and gray. This and the beginning of a belly gave him a distinguished look. Al had been her first lover at college and the best that she’d ever had, Pat included. As they reminisced, memories came rushing back to her. Their first time on the grass using a blanket to shield them from other student’s eyes; Her first orgasm; Not wearing panties and kneeling down so that Al could lift her skirt and enter her from behind. They had fucked like bunnies until he dropped out to take over his father’s business. Judy remembered little of the conversation except that Al was divorced and alone. She was weak with desire when a former room-mate rescued her and Al drifted off to talk to someone else. A little later she met Andy. The same geeky Andy. Still short and skinny with oversized glasses. Andy’s wife had clung to him possessively and kept the conversation to a minimum. As they talked and she remembered him, Judy had to keep from looking at his crotch. Andy had been in her sophomore math class. Very shy, he stuttered when a girl talked to him. She and other girls in the class had decided that he needed to get laid and Judy had lost. What had started as a mercy fuck had ended satisfactorily. Andy had come as she pulled his pants off but had recovered quickly when Judy fondled his cock. He felt big when she fondled him and was a tight fit in her pussy. He had pumped wildly in her and had lasted long enough for her to have a slight orgasm. Judy fantasized about having Andy between her legs today, after years of practice had improved his technique and staying power. Judy needed sexual relief. Damn you Pat. Why didn’t you find some way to come with me. I need you to screw me. Judy mingled with other old friends throughout the evening and bumped into 2 old boyfriends. She and John had paired off in her third year. He looked very good despite aging 30 years. Gordy had been her boyfriend for part of her senior year. His handsome good looks and wavy hair had begun to disappear. Both men were alone for the weekend. Judy remained horny and talked mostly to old girlfriends, trying to avoid thoughts of sex. The evening was going well and she was all but calmed down when Andy asked for her help. His wife, who was considerably larger than him, was very drunk and Judy helped walk her to Andy’s room. As Andy and Judy walked back to the meeting room, he apologized and said that his wife was nervous about meeting Judy and didn’t usually drink that much. He explained that his wife didn’t feel that she could measure up to Judy, because Judy had such a large impact on Andy’s life. Once in the meeting room Judy danced with Andy and sat at a table with him. Soon Al and then Gordy asked her to dance and joined them at the table. John joined them a little while later. When the party broke up the 5 old friends headed for the bar for a drink. The bar was too loud for them to talk and after one drink the group moved to John’s room. Judy felt safe as no one man was going to hit on her with the others present. Once they had settled in Andy offered a toast to Judy, his ‘angel of mercy’. The others commented that she had been a great help getting Andy’s wife to bed. Andy said that she was an angel of mercy back in college for helping him when he was lonely. After much cajoling, Andy told about Judy taking his virginity helping him with his shyness and introducing him to other girls. The men agreed that Judy should be rewarded for this act of mercy. When she protested, Judy was told that she wouldn’t be hurt but would be given the experience of her life. When she asked what would she do about her husband, she was told ” don’t tell him, we won’t.” Judy protested half heartedly as the men moved in. Andy began kissing her and running his hands through her hair. John fondled her breast as he unbuttoned her blouse. He squeezed it gently and used his thumb to rub her nipple and paid more attention to the nipple as it became erect. When the last button was undone John slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and down her arms. Both hands cupped Judy’s breasts and played with her nipples. John opened the clasp on her bra and helped Judy out of it. Gordy helped Al pull off her pantyhose and panties. Gordy reached up under Judy’s skirt and slowly lowered her pantyhose. as it reached her crotch he could smell her scent. Inhaling deeply, Gordy rubbed his face against her pubic mound as he pushed her hose down her thighs. Al, who was behind Judy, put his head under her skirt and kissed her ass as he slid the panties down. While Gordy pulled both panties and hose from Judy’s feet as she extended them., Al unzipped her skirt and watched it fall to her ankles. Now she was naked. Judy stood there while Andy stroked her throat as he kissed her lips and face. John and Gordy each kissed and fondled a breast. John sucked a nipple and part of Judy’s breast into his mouth while Gordy nursed on her other nipple, stroking her breast and belly as he suckled. Al slid his hand between her legs as he continued to kiss and nibble Judy’s ass. He ran a finger along her outer lips and found Judy well lubricated. Al moved in front of Judy as the others laid her on her back on the bed. He moved between her legs and began running his tongue through her pubic hair as his fingers found Judy’s moist opening. He slid a finger into her and began stroking as his tongue found the hood that protected her clit. She jerked as his tongue made contact. Al gave up all pretense of teasing her and buried his face in her sex, holding her ass in place while he licked her pussy. Her first orgasm hit as Al sucked on her clit. As she calmed down Judy said “ I need a cock...Andy’s cock.” Andy moved from her head and pulled off his pants and underwear. He was already fully erect and nudged Al to move away from Judy’s pussy. As Al moved he saw the size of Andy’s cock. “Jesus, look at that.” he said. He and the other 2 men stopped what they were doing and stared at Andy until Judy cried “ Don’t stop. Please.. Andy I need you.” Both men went back to Judy’s breasts as Al surrendered his position to Andy. Judy groaned as Andy pushed the head of his cock into her and bucked up against him trying to get more in. Andy took his time, easing a little more in with each stroke. When he was all the way in, Andy began long stroking her; pulling out until only the head of his cock was inside her pussy, then driving it home. Judy groaned each time he buried his cock and humped back against him. She was rapidly reaching the point of no return. As she reached orgasm, she wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him in as deep as she could. Then she stopped moving and laid there gasping for breath, Andy stopped moving and waited until she calmed down before he began fucking her again. He picked up speed and shortened his strokes as he approached his orgasm. Judy matched him stroke for stroke, humping up toward him on each down stroke. Then he moaned, drove his cock deep into her and held it there as he ejaculated. Al had been left out and had stripped off his clothes as he watched Andy fuck Judy. His cock stood out straight and throbbed with need. As soon as Andy stopped pumping, Al began to pull him off. Andy flopped onto his back, semen still oozing out of his cock as Al began to reposition Judy. He moved Judy into a kneeling position with her ass towards him. John and Gordy laid on their backs under Judy and she lowered her breasts to their waiting mouths. As Al prepared to mount her he fondled her ass and watched as a drop of semen leaked out of her open welcoming pussy. “ I have been waiting for this since I saw you bending over the registration table.” he croaked as he pulled her back onto his cock. He slowly moved his cock in and out savoring the warmth and wetness of Judy’s pussy. Judy was having none of this. “Harder; faster “ she moaned, humping back against him. As Al picked up speed, John moved his fingers through her pubic hair to her clit and began to massage it. This drove Judy into another orgasm as Al buried his cock in her and ejaculated. Al pulled out of Judy and watched as John and Gordy laid the gasping and trembling woman on her back. Both men stripped and stroked her breasts, belly and legs while waiting for her to come down from her orgasm. Once calm, she looked at the 2 men , stiff cocks swaying gently, waiting their turn. “Gordy, I want you to fuck my breasts. John, do my pussy at the same time.” The men moved into position, moving Judy until her ass was on the edge of the bed. Gordy straddled her torso and rubbed his hard-on on one of her nipples. Andy leaned in and helped hold Judy’s breasts in position around Gordy’s cock. John put her legs over his shoulders and slid his cock easily into Judy’s spermy well used pussy. He held on to her legs as he buried himself in her to the balls. Both men began pumping in unison so that neither would become dislodged. Using slow steady strokes they gradually built towards their orgasms. Andy continued to hold her breasts in position and fondled her nipples. Judy groaned as John pumped her pussy full of his come. He was still emptying himself into her when Judy shivered as Gordy ejaculated on her neck and chest. John’s shrinking cock popped out of her and he moved away leaving Gordy still astride. Gordy watched as his cock, still leaking semen, subsided. When his breathing returned to normal he dismounted Judy and collapsed into a chair. Andy was fully erect and ready for more. But when he looked down at Judy’s limp body, semen splattered on her torso and leaking from her pussy, he realized that she was finished for the night. He cleaned Gordy’s semen from her body and covered Judy with a blanket. Andy then washed up, got dressed and went back to his wife. The other men got dressed and poured themselves a drink. They watched Judy lying there on the bed, breathing gently with a dazed smile on her face and decided to leave her where she was for the night. Judy woke up several hours later. When she realized where she was, she pulled on her skirt and blouse, gathered the rest of her things and went to her room. She slept through the re-union breakfast. When she awoke she felt guilty about what she had done. After being faithful for over 20 years, she had gone and done this. Not content being unfaithful and having sex with one man, she had taken 4 men at one time. She also was proud of herself for handling the four of them. She stilled glowed from the pleasure. She felt different but when she looked in the mirror she looked the same as she had yesterday. The only evidence of last night was a slightly sore pussy. As she prepared to check out, she tried to decide how to tell Pat. She wasn’t sorry about what she had done. Judy finally decided that Pat didn’t need to know what happened. It would be her secret. Reunion You haven't seen me in over a year. It's been a long time and you're a both excited and nervous at the prospect of me staying with you for a full week. You know our history and that we've had both our good times as well as our bad times. The knock on the door makes your heart stop for a second, knowing that when you open it, I will be there. You put on a smile and answer it. Immediately I embrace you in a hug. My arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You can feel my muscles firmly holding your body against mine, warm and strong. You can feel just how much I've missed you and that the old flame still burns brightly despite our year apart. I harbor my passion and pull away for a moment, turning what could be more than a greeting into just that. You invite me in and we exchange pleasantries. You show me where to put my things and I offer to take you out to dinner. We go to the restaurant of your choice, talking all though dinner. As we catch up there are smiles and laughter. You tell me what you've been doing and I tell you stories of how things have been going for me back in Vermont. It feels good to sit across the table from each other again. As we finish I pay the bill and we agree that it's time to head back to the apartment. When we get back you pick a movie and we sit together and watch. It isn't long before I have my arm around you and we are sitting close together. I turn to you and look into your eyes, no longer paying any attention to the TV. I bring my hand up to your face and brush your hair back. You gaze deeply into mine for a second, unsure if you should stop me from what you know I'm about to do. I lean in and pull you gently towards me. You don't fight it. The kiss is long and loving, but you can feel passion damned up behind it. Passion you know I'm only holding back for now, enjoying our first kiss in over a year and what I've missed for so long. We part for a moment and catch our breath and look into each other's eyes. With that look we both know the passion can no longer be contained. We move in and begin to kiss again. Our movements becoming more fierce and driven by the unsatisfied hunger we feel towards each other. My arms press you hard against me, grinding our bodies together in a heat sparked by our desire. Our lips dance together as my arms continue to caress your body. You shudder at my touch only to want more. You feel my heat as I press into you and you wrap your legs around me, only craving more. I pull away from the kiss so you can catch your breath, but I don't stop the assault. My mouth drops to your neck and my lips and tongue suck the flesh they find. I feel you gasp as I gently bite, testing the waters. My bites get harder but it only fuels the heat as my hand gently pulls your hair back, exposing more of your soft neck. You feel the passion consuming you as my hands begin to lift your shirt. You hesitate for a second but know that there is nothing you want more than for me to rip off your shirt. I do so, throwing it to the side. My lips, only removed to let the shirt pass, begin attacking your flesh again, slowly sliding down to your chest. One hand cups your breast as my mouth begins to kiss your other. I part my lips and put them over your nipple. You shudder as you feel my tongue dance against its hardness and a gasp escapes your lips as I bite down, pulling roughly on it. I feel your body tremble against me as you shutter in both the pleasure and pain of it. I move to your other breast and repeat, this time you anticipate the bite but it does nothing to lessen its effect. I give your poor nipples a break and suck them gently for a moment before moving farther down your body. My mouth draws a line, very slowly, with soft kisses as I reposition myself between your legs. You feel my arms spread them apart and my head move exactly where you know you want it. I put my mouth against you and begin to bite into your pants. You can feel the heat of my breath as my mouth presses against you, as I can feel the heat coming from you. You squirm. You know you want more but your pants provide a barrier that prevents my mouth from doing anything but tease. You try to get away for a moment, if only to get those fucking pants off, but I hold tight, not letting you escape this embrace quite yet. Finally I pull back, grab your pants and ripping them off as well. You barely have time to breath before I'm back at it. This time without your pants to shield you the pleasure is almost too much. Your hands grip my hair pressing my face deeper into you. You can feel my tongue pressing into you, tasting you, flicking gently against your clit. I suck on it, and you writhe in the pleasure of the move. You feel that pleasure building. You feel it begging for release with every movement of my tongue. You gasp as you feel my finger slide inside you, not expecting the penetrating feel quite yet. It moves in and out working you up even more. A second joins the first and you feel it filling you. Every thrust of my hand bringing you more and more, closer and closer. You look down and I look up into your eyes, you're face pleading with me, craving more. My fingers and my tongue moving together in that dance of pleasure. I hear you try to whisper something, but it's barely audible between your gasps. I know what you want. I pull my head away and my fingers out. You whimper for a moment at the loss of my touch, but you know what I am doing. I shed my own clothes and press my body against you again. Leaning I look into your eyes and kiss you passionately again, my body hovering over your own. You try to thrust your body against me and I'm there to meet you. Slowly I start to slide inside you, letting you get reacquainted with my girth. Inch by inch I begin to fill you. You breath in short gasps every time I slide a little more into your wetness until I am completely inside you. Your breathing becomes ragged as I begin to pull myself in and out. You feel it stretch you each time. My lips dance against yours, barely letting you catch your breath. I'm slow, each movement long and deliberate, each movement meant to fill you, meant to make you feel me completely. With each stroke a wave of pleasure brushes over you. I begin to speed up and you feel those waves building again. You grind against me, craving more of what I am giving you. I answer that craving by moving faster and thrusting harder. Our breathing as turned to panting as the pleasure drives us. My lips drop to your neck again, allowing you to breath more freely. Still harder, still faster I thrust. Your body begins to tense up and you can feel mind begin to do the same. I bite your neck as you can no longer contain the pleasure within your body. You begin to shudder as the orgasm is released. You gasp and stop breathing as my thrusting brings you over the edge. You feel my arms wrapped around you, holding you tighter than I ever have and you know we are in unison. We explode together and I pull my body closer towards yours as you ride out the last waves of pleasure. We collapse together in a heap, panting heavily. Your breath escapes you as I slide out and off of you. I pull you close to me and hold you tightly and tenderly. Looking down I can see you glowing and exhausted. You hug me tightly as we cuddle together. I kiss you softly and watch you start to drift for a moment. A smile crosses my face as I consider running to the store to get you the ice cream I know you're going to want in a moment, but I can't bring myself to part from you just yet. I just want to hold you for a few more moments. To think, I haven't even had a chance to use the things in my bag. There's always tomorrow for that. Reunion Two weeks ago she had seen him - her high school crush. She was walking the dog and he'd been running. He nearly passed her by, but the woman stopped in the middle of the road, mouth agape, likely caught his attention. He slowed and gave the cursory polite nod before recognition kicked in. He stopped to say hello. She offered him water. She watched unabashedly as he drank. His skin was covered in a fine sweat, just enough to make her pay attention to arms and shoulders and thighs and.... His breathing wasn't labored, but quicker than if he'd been out for a stroll. Good god, he looked good. She simply stood in the road and admired the man. Tall, dark, handsome -- more so now than he had been as a kid. He had teased her in high school with charming smiles and appreciative looks, but he never took it any further. She was too shy to encourage him. Now, nearly two decades later, she was still at a loss for words when faced with this man. Their conversation was brief and polite. They spoke of family and careers and how long it had been. Then he was running, long strides in the opposite direction while she stood in the road with a pink blush staining her cheeks and an impatient dog pulling at the leash. Thoughts of him lingered since they bumped into each other. She remembered the boy from all those years ago. She considered the man he was now. Mostly she just kept imaging him running. Off all the things to fantasize about, this isn't what she would have picked. Never the less, it what she saw when she closed her eyes. That long frame and gorgeous skin. Muscles bunching and contracting. Mmmmm. Now she was surrounded by friends on a rare evening out without the kids. The night was a celebration of a friend's birthday. They had taken over a park and there were people everywhere. She stood by her husband's side and smile and laughed and thought about the ridiculously brief encounter with a guy she once knew. She had to banish him from her thoughts. Rum, she thought. Rum would help. She murmured something to her husband about finding a drink and slipped away. She stopped by the picnic table that had been designated as the bar and procured the self prescribed rum and coke. Instead of returning to her husband's side, she wandered through the crowd. She greeted friends and acknowledged smiles from those she didn't know as well. She paused to watch a group of slightly drunken party goers attempt to start a volleyball game. The task of organizing teams seemed to baffle them. She was laughing at their antics when she felt someone close behind her. She turned. Tall, dark and handsome. "Hi," he said simply. He smiled. She did her best not to swoon. "Hello. What are you doing here?" "Party." He gestured at the crowd around them. "I'm friends with the birthday boy. And you?" She nodded. "Same." At a loss for what to say, she sipped at her drink and looked everywhere but his eyes. Eye contact would give her away; he'd surely see the all the lustful salacious things she wanted to do... He looked fabulous again. Simple white tee shirt and jeans. He looked like the classic rebel without a cause. His jeans had settled low, a thick black belt keeping them from slipping lower. She wasn't so sure she liked that belt. He cleared his throat and she realized she had likely been focused on his buckle, willing it to come loose, for a just a bit too long. She bravely raised her gaze to his. He was watching her with those dark coffee eyes. Her body reacted -- a quick, hot rush that pulsed through her, straight to her core. She wanted to touch, to slip her fingers into that low waist band... to slide her open palms over that warm tanned skin on his belly. Instead, she pushed her cup into his hands, turned and strode away. She found the path that wound around the perimeter of the park. It twisted and curved through the trees. In the twilight, the shadows were deep and rich. She walked briskly until the temptation to turn around and fling herself into the arms of another woman's husband dimmed. With her system under control and her breathing just a little easier, she slowed her pace. There was a giant willow just off the path. It's limbs dipped low, almost completely obscuring the ground around it. That, she thought, is the perfect place to hide. Or sulk. Or hide whilst I sulk.... She headed right for the shelter of the limbs. She had just settled against the trunk when the limbs parted. Tall, dark and handsome. He stopped just in front of her and squatted on his heels so they were on the same level. He studied her face for a moment. "You forgot your drink." He offered her the red plastic cup. She accepted the cup without meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry. That was incredibly rude. I'm sorry." "Are you okay?" His hand stroked over her knee in a simple gesture of concern. The innocent touch sent sparks and shivers through her system. The surprising reaction caused her to jolt and she looked up. Right into his deep dark eyes. Fuck. I'm toast. She swallowed. "I'm fine," she managed. "You've just kind of thrown me for a loop." He arched a brow and pointed questioningly at his chest. She laughed. "Yes, you. I've been a total mess since we saw each other." She bit her lower lip and hoped like hell that he didn't think that she was a total nut after her little confession. "Why?" He brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and waited. "Because you're all kinds of.... Because I.... "She blew out a frustrated breath and started over. "Because I wanted you more than anything in high school and it's so much worse now that it's almost ridiculous." He sat back on his heels and studied her. She could practically see the gears turning in his mind. She shouldn't have confessed. She felt her cheeks heat. She was a married woman; he had a ring on his hand as well. She shouldn't be thinking this way, let alone telling him about it. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple, then one to her cheek. His mouth slid down to the side of hers and he brushed a kiss there too. Suddenly the process of breathing seemed to be too much. It seemed like hours had passed before he finally slid his mouth over hers. It was just the barest of kisses. He was gentle... Not tender, she could feel his need behind his touch.... But he didn't push, he didn't take. She closed her eyes, let her lips part, and leaned into him. This time the kiss was connected, solid, searing. She whimpered and tried to get closer. This kiss wasn't enough. She wanted his hands. And his skin. She wanted his breath and his scent and his taste. She wanted it all. His hands streaked over her, from her shoulders, down her back to settle on her hips. She nearly purred. She rose onto her knees, linking her arms around his neck. His hands flexed, gripped her harder. Then he was moving with her, flipping them so he was leaning against the trunk of the tree and she was straddling his hips. His fingers slid around her waist to tease the small of her back. She squirmed. His fingers shifted lower, a slow, deliberate move to cup her ass. She wiggled again. He murmured something unintelligible before reclaiming her mouth. Hands firmly on her ass, he pulled her into him, rocked her against his erection. Her tongue slid across his lower lip. Despite the fact the he was obviously hard and enjoying the moment, she was shy. Obviously not suffering from the same affliction, he pressed his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered. He was too damn delicious. A quick, searing rush of pure desire coursed through her. Her panties were soaked. She was certain he could feel it through her jeans. She tracked her hands down his chest to his belly. She wanted skin. Her finger found the hem of his shirt and slid underneath. Palms spread; she explored the warmth of his skin. Apparently he liked this idea because his hand dipped into the waistband of her jeans. He slipped the button open and tugged at the zipper. Then he plunged his hands down the back of her jeans, inside her panties. He was greedy, gripping her in handfuls, pulling her tighter, sliding his hands lower. Hands firm, intention clear, he tipped her body so she was aligned with him. His fingers were deliberate, moving between her thighs. "Mmmmm, wet," he murmured against her neck. He pushed one finger inside her; let her gasp and rock against his hand. Then a second finger. He whispered his approval at the tight fit, scraped his teeth over her shoulder and pressed his fingers deeper. She pushed up so that she was on her knees. Watching him she drew her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Her bra followed. She continued to rock against his hand, but took the opportunity to tease him in return. She rubbed her hands over her belly; up her rib cage... she cupped her breasts, then teased her nipples. She watched his jaw clench and smiled in coy triumph. She twisted a nipple, moaned softly at the sensation. She leaned forward, hands on the tree trunk above his head. The new angle put her breasts just inches from his face. He pulled his hand out of her panties, rubbed her wet across her nipples, then sucked first one, then the other, clean. He seemed to know exactly how she wanted him to taste her, cupping her breasts and sucking in hungry mouthfuls of her. She nearly came from just that.... Instead of letting him send her over the edge, she wiggled out of his grasp to kneel between his thighs. She unbuttoned his jeans, slid them -- and his briefs - out from under him and half way down his thighs. He was so very hard. And the tip was just glistening with pre-cum. Mmmmmm, she thought. Tall ,dark and handsome. Eyes on him, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked. Then she took him in her mouth. She sucked ever so lightly on the tip of his cock. He bucked. She took him deeper into her mouth. She stroked while she sucked, finding all those sweet spots that made him gasp. His hands were in her hair, tangled fistfuls of hair. He pulled lightly, making her moan. She sucked harder. His hips began to move, pumping into her mouth. She sucked and stroked in counter motion, loving the way his breath changed and his fingers flexed in her hair. Her eyes moved to his again. His were heavy lidded and full of heat. As much fun as it would be to make him cum on her tongue, she wanted more. Again, she slipped out of his grasp. She stood. Making sure that he was watching her every little move, she shimmied out of her jeans. Her panties were still on. He reached for her and she accepted. He pulled her over him, still standing, but straddling his hips. Hands on her ass, he pulled her to his mouth. She had to hold onto the tree again while he sucked on her clit through her saturated panties. He moved lower and pressed his tongue against her aching pussy. He pressed it just far enough inside to make her gasp and beg. Then he retreated. He did it again and again until she shattered against his mouth. A sound of pure carnal victory came from his throat. She merely hung onto the tree. He pulled her panties to the side, looked at her while he played in the wet. Then he was tugging her onto his lap again. She went willingly, anything for this man. He watched her as he guided her onto the tip of his cock. His eyes drifted close as he sank inside her, stretching her, filling her. Every little bit of her being was aware that he possessed her. And, fuck, it felt good. She rocked, slowly at first. His hands were everywhere, streaking over her sensitized skin. He was talking to her, telling her how good she felt, how good the things she was doing were. They moved faster. His hands were tighter now, gripping her hips. She rose and fell on him, begging him to do it harder, faster. He complied. That glorious tight spiral began to twist in her core. Her eyes closed, her head dropped back, and she let the need take over. His muttered oath let her know that he was close as well. The orgasm crashed over her. It wasn't slow or sweet. It was brutal and divine. She understood then why the French called it "the little death." Her body was quaking when he succumbed to his own orgasm. She flexed her muscles while he pulsed inside her. His arms banded around her and he held tight until his body stopped convulsing. When both of their bodies had calmed and his grip on her loosened, she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then his lips. She rocked once more against him to make him suck in a breath. Then she rose, retrieved her clothes. He watched her while she dressed before moving to tug his own clothing back into place. She blew him a kiss before slipping through the branches. As she walked back to find her husband, she smiled. Tall, dark and handsome was most definitely going to stay in her thoughts. She just didn't mind so very much now. Reunion Lila smoothed the cool lotion over her slightly damp skin. She chanced a glance at the vanity mirror over her whimsical, white dresser and quickly looked away. It wasn't that she didn't like her body, it was just that nobody else did, so it stood to reason that she shouldn't. She moved her gaze back to the mirror. Pale skin. At least it was unblemished. No sun distorted the color or dried it out. Light brown hair fell in thick waves around her face. Big brown eyes stared back in curiosity, as they usually did. Now if only she wasn't fat... or so painfully shy. She shrugged absently. It wasn't that she thought she had missed out. While the other teenagers were partying, doing drugs and having sex, she was reading books or helping out in her grandmother's bookstore. The same store that she now owned. She liked herself. That's all that should matter. But Sally's words still came back to her. "Honey, you would be stunning, if you only would lose some weight." Lila didn't know what to say so she only lowered her head and looked at the ground. "How much do you weight now, anyways?" Sally had asked in her own noisy way. "185 pounds." It had come out as a whisper, and Lila had felt a deep, red blush of shame at having to admit that. "Oh goodness, then you definitely need to lose that." Sally had commented with a sneer. Lila sighed. She didn't particularly like people. And in her small town it was kind of hard to avoid them. Everybody knew everybody. And they had no problem saying it as they saw it. That's why she spent most of her time avoiding them. At least her little cabin was far away from people. She put the lotion away and put on her nightgown. It was white and flowed around her do to its light texture. It was perfect in the hot Louisiana nights. It also made her feel like a good fairy out of a children's book. The thought made her smile and give a little twirl in her bedroom, just to see the skirt of the nightgown flair out. She giggled at her own actions, but stopped once the sound of someone knocking heavily on her door reached her. She stood in the middle of her bedroom nervously playing with the hem of her nightgown. The knocking grew more forceful. Whoever was knocking on the door would unhinge the door if they continued. Lila made her way slowly and cautiously to the door. Thoughts of a big wolf ripping her door down and devouring her came to her mind. She shouldn't have read Little Red Riding Hood today. Once she reached the door Lila called out softly. "Who is it?" The person stopped knocking. "Lila, it's Eric. Open the door." A deep, masculine voice demanded. Lila recognized both the voice and the name. Eric had made her high school life terrible. He never liked to make fun of her in public, but sometimes he would corner her when no one was around and call her mean names. And sometimes he would touch her in places he shouldn't. Lila's heart gave a little jerk. What was Eric Monroe doing at her doorstep? The last she had heard, he was a big shot lawyer in Baton Rouge. He worked in his father's firm and only came home once in a blue moon to see his family. She hadn't seen him since graduation. She didn't want to see him now, especially here alone. "I'm sorry, I'm busy. We'll have to talk some other time." She called out tentatively. "Lila, god damn it, open the fucking door." He shouted form the other side. Lila stepped back. "Please go away." She called out again. "Open the door." He said again and Diana thought she heard a deepening in his southern accent. His accent had always been slight, giving him a certain charm and culture, rather than making him sound like a hick. Lila didn't say anything back. She clutched at her nightgown and prayed that he'd leave. She heard his heavy footsteps move around a few seconds and then there was quiet. She almost fooled herself in believing that he had left, but the slight jiggle of her door knob and the opening of it disregarded that thought. The door opened fully and Eric let himself in. His large six foot two inch frame filled her doorway completely. His gaze found hers, and a smirk flashed across his face. He held up her spare key. "Hiding the key under the stone frog, Lila? Not exactly original." He commented flippantly. Lila saw that he was even bigger than he was in high school. His shoulders broader, his whole frame more muscular. His blonde hair had gotten a little darker, his face a little more mature, making him more handsome. It was his blue eyes that remained the same. They held the same arrogance in them as they always did. He walked into the house fully. Lila backed away until her back hit the wall on the other side. Eric walked to her plush sofa and seated himself. He looked at her again. "Go get me something to drink." He commended. "What would you like?" Lila ingrained manners didn't allow for her not to ask the question. "Scotch." "I'm sorry, I don't have any alcohol here. I have apple juice." She offered. Eric looked over at her. Fucking apple juice, like there were seven again. He almost snorted, but held himself in. Didn't she look pretty... and pure. Her hair was loose, it usually was in a bun. He had no idea that she had so much hair. His eyes traveled over her big Bambi like eyes to her plum lips, to her frail looking throat down her body. Fucking hell, her tits had gotten bigger since he had last seen her. The thought made him lick his lips. He had tasted those tits and nipples under the bleachers as she was walking home. She had decided to take a shortcut through the football field one late night. The sun had set low over the horizon and most everyone had gone home. Only a few teachers remained and none of them had had a clear view of the field from any of the school windows. He had had to run to catch her, but when he did, he had punished her by biting her breast so hard that he had drawn blood. He even remembered what she had worn that day. A button down, white shirt and a long skirt, resting below her knees. He had almost gotten her panties off when she had punched him hard on the side of his head. It had temporarily blinded him and she had escaped. She didn't walk home after that. "No I don't want any fucking apple juice." Eric saw her audibly cringe at his foul language. He didn't usually curse much, but around her, he couldn't seem to help himself. He smirked again. "Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked rising. She looked away. What a good little girl she was. She took the adage of "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all" to heart. "Well, I sure did miss you. I didn't even know you still lived here. Had I known... I would have been here sooner." He was walking towards her, his movements smooth and determined. "You need to leave... Please." He almost started laughing. She couldn't even order people around without adding please. "No." He replied. She finally looked up from the ground. When she saw that he was moving towards her, her mouth fell in shock. Well didn't she just look like she wanted a cock between those moist fat lips. He felt his cock harden. "So, my little virgin, I realize now that I never got to ram my dick between your pretty thighs. And I'm real sorry for that, darlin'." He said his head tilted to the side and one hand resting on his heart. Lila was breathing heavily, her breasts moving up and down with her movement. "No." She whispered back. "Oh yes." And he lunged at her. But the little minx slipped from his grasp and ran down the hallway. She entered the first door on the right and slammed it shot behind her. Eric felt a smile stretch across his mouth. He moved to the door, tested the door knob and found that it wouldn't budge. He moved back a little, raised his booted foot and kicked the door with all his strength. He was glad that he had taken the time to change out of his suite into jeans and shirt, he didn't think that his dress shoes would have helped with the door. On the third kick the door slammed open and the top hinge splintered from the wall. The door hung crooked on its frame, but Eric couldn't be bothered to give a damn. He entered Lila's bedroom. It was pink with frills and lace, and reminded him of a little girls room, not a woman's in her mid twenties. Lila stood as far away from the door as she possibly could her hands clutching at her nightgown making it rise above her knees, giving him a glimpse of her soft thighs. He walked towards her slowly. She couldn't seem to keep his gaze. She dropped her eyes to the floor, her back pressed flush against the wall. When he reached her he let his hands rest on either side of her. He leaned forward and down. She was almost a foot shorter than him. He brought his nose to her hair. He inhaled. She smelled just as she had in high school. Like clean and spring. He brought one hand to her chin and lifted it so that she had to look at him. Her eyes held blatant fear in them. But there was also the ever present curiosity and a small hint of lust. She wants something, but she doesn't know what it is. He'll show her that it's his cock. "Go to the bed, lift up your nightgown and spread your legs." He let go of her chin and stepped back. She looked at the bed and back at him. Uncertainty was written all over her face. But she didn't say anything. She walked over to her bed, lay down on the pink comforted, lifted up her white nightgown and spread her legs. She wore white, cotton panties with a small gray bow on the middle of the waistband. This was all his. She was his. He walked closer, unbuckling his belt as he walked. She watched his movement intently. "You let anyone stick their cocks in you?" He asked, now working on the buttons of his jeans. She shook her head, her eyes still intent on his crotch. He had to smirk at her actions. Light was low in the room, only two lamps provided any illumination. Once he reached the foot of the bed he saw the bottom of her panties had a wet spot on them. He looked back to her face. Her hair flared around her on the pillow, her brown eyes stared back at him and she was sucking on her thumb. She still did that? He thought she would have broken of that habit. He was glad that she hadn't. He decided to leave his jeans and pealed of his shirt. Lila watched the baring of his muscled torso in fascination. She had never seen a real life man's naked chest. It scared her, but also excited her. He set on the bottom of the bed and proceeded to take off his boots and socks. Lila didn't move, not sure if she was allowed. He turned around and crawled up the bed and over her. Once their faces were level, he stopped. He urged her thump out of her mouth. It came out with a quiet plop, saliva on the thumb and her lips. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her hard. He didn't wait for her permission or consent, but plunged his tongue into her mouth forcefully. She didn't struggle, her movements a little clumsy until she figured out what he wanted. While he distracted her with the kiss, he moved the bulge of his denim covered cock to nestle against her cotton covered pussy. She gasped at the contact, removing her lips from his, and craning her neck to see what he had done. Eric lifted himself up a little, but kept the contact at the waist. He showed her what she wanted to see , and while she watched he moved the little scrap of cotton covering her mound to the side and rubbing his still covered cock over her exposed cunt. Her eyes widened further and her hips jerked in reaction. She looked at him, her eyes questioning and exited. He rose to his knees. He pushed her nightgown, which had been resting jumbled on stomach over her head. He threw it behind him, not paying attention where it landed. When he looked at her again, he caught his breath. He breasts were beautiful. Heavy, yet still high with light pink areolas and hard nipples. He dropped a small his on his nipple and moved to get her panties off. Tonight wouldn't be much for foreplay, he had decided. He was ready to pop and didn't feel like waiting. Once he got her panties off, he did quick work of getting his pants off. He settled back between her splayed thighs and nestled his cock at her wet opening. He brought his right hand to play with her clit, making her mewl in delight. She lost herself in the pleasure of his touch. When he saw that she was close to climax, he positioned his cock and pushed it into her. She gasped at the intrusion. She glanced up to see Eric watching her. They locked gazes, and Eric began to move. Soon, sweat was forming on his temple, and Lila was experiencing the same rising pleasure she had felt before. She began moving her hips up to meet his thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and their grunts and moans. Neither said anything to the other. They never broke each other's stare. She shattered soon after, wrapping her arms around his hips and driving him deeper into her. He didn't stop his thrusting even as she lay motionless under him, shuddering in the aftermath of her orgasm. He gave a final thrust and emptied himself into her. She seemed to grip him tighter as he drained his last seed into her. He let himself fall on her. She didn't protest. When he pulled himself out of her, he raised himself to his knees, crossed her ankles and pulled them into the air. Her exposed cunt was leaking his cum With the pad of his thumb, he pushed it back into her. He continued this until he was sure that his cum would stay inside her. He was hard again. With her ankles crossed, her legs still in the air, he pushed himself back into her. Reunion (Hopefully my second story will be better than my last. It's far longer than my first, and *hopefully* the characters are a lot more developed and such. PLEASE give constructive criticism. I can't get better without it! Enjoy!) My sister and I, well, you could say we weren't exactly like two peas in a pod growing up. Don't get me wrong, we loved each other a lot. On the rare occasion that we weren't fighting about something, we would be helping each other with homework, playing a board game together, or just doing things that normal siblings would do. It's just that, aside from times like those, we were always butting heads. My name's Travis Cordain. I was always a real short kid until, when I was 15, I had a pretty big growth spurt and ended up 6'3. I still maintain about that height at 24 years of age. I've got pretty dark black hair and just about average weight and build. I was always kind of an Average Joe, but that didn't bother me, someone's gotta be average. Now Anastasia, my sister, was the reason people knew my last name. She was a year older than me and had dark, glitsy brunette hair that she had plenty of red highlights in, and it always seemed to flow ever so elegantly. She had curves in all the right places and a pair of wonderful, perfectly proportioned breasts to complete the ensemble. It was like she hit the gene gold mine and I got stuck with what was left over. Even I freely admitted the fact that she was probably the wet dream of half the guys in my high school. Including me. Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't grabbing her panties and wackin' off in 'em or stalking her or anything, but, like I said she was a bombshell. She was one of those girls who wasn't a complete slut, but I could tell she wasn't gonna wait for marriage, and she most certainly didn't have to. I fondly remember one friday night at the horny age of 16. I was in my room doing some homework, (I prefer to get it done so I have the rest of the weekened to myself) and my sister was down with her boyfriend, watching some chick flick that was probably boring the crap out of the poor guy. I was starting to get pretty thirsty so I headed downstairs to get a can of soda. What I witnessed coming down the stairs had me cumming buckets for weeks. Anastasia was laying back on the couch, her blouse open and her boyfriend fondling her tits while they made out. I quickly made my way to the kitchen and sat there for a minute to process what I had just seen. I shook my head and got my soda then headed back upstairs. They must have heard me because when I went back up they were just sitting there watching the movie. Now, at 24, I'm in the advertisement business. Sometimes it can be very, very stressful. One particular night I was exhausted, almost about to fall asleep when I came through the door of my apartment. Suddenly the phone rang, and I lazily made my way over, picking it up just before it stopped ringing. After 3 years of not talking to Anastasia, you can imagine how surprised I was to hear her voice on the other line. "Hello Travis....How've you been?" She sounded hesitant, which wasn't surprising, the reason we weren't talking was because of the fallout of one particularly heated argument about a day before I left to college. I still remember her last words, 'Go shove a barbed wire dildo up your ass Trav!' My sister always had a gift with words. "Umm...I've been alright...How about you?" "Oh, fine...I was just....Look, the reason I called is because...I don't want us to never speak again...We're family Trav..." "Yeah...I guess..." I wish I had something better to say. "I also called because...Well, I figured there was nothing better to get us closer than a vacation together. Provided your job allows you to go, of course...it's only a weekend. What do you do now anyways?" "Oh..I'm in advertisement...It does alright for me...and you?" I could tell she was embarrassed when she spoke. "Just a model...not much either, really..." You could hear the amusement in my voice. "Really...Anastasia the superstar model....It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" "Oh shut up Travis...Are you gonna come?" "Well....where would we be going?" "I found a cabin for a great price up in Washington. It's up in the mountains...I heard the view is breathtaking." I wasn't surprised she didn't pick somewhere warm like Hawaii or Florida, we grew up in Arizona where it was always hotter than the devil's asshole. "Sure, that sounds like a great spot, sis." "Really? You'll come? That's great news Travis!" We spent the next 2 hours arranging the details and catching up with each other. Apparently we were both unmarried, although she did have a boyfriend here and there. By the time we said our goodbyes and hung up, I was too tired to make my way upstairs, so I collapsed on the couch. Three weeks later the weather was cold, the trees were bare, and our vacation wait had ended. I packed all that I needed and headed out to the airport. When I met my sister after the plane landed, we didn't jump up and embrace each other or anything like that. We just nodded our heads and said our greetings. I noticed once that her eyes seemed to wander over me and I too was guilty of getting an eyeful of her body once or twice. She was even more stunning than I remember in high school, if that was possible. In high school, she had been the essence of sexual appeal and desire. She was a full on vixen. Now, her appearance was more homey. She still had her illustrious curves and knockout 36C breasts, only now her hair had lost the hightlights, and her face was softer. It was hard to explain it, she just seemed so much more...gentle, and caring. We rented a car and headed out and up the mountains to the cabin. It was rather secluded, which didn't bother me, but if the weather got bad, we were pretty much screwed. I pushed that out of my mind and followed Anastasia inside. We took about an hour to get everything set up. "Alright...now, last should be putting the personal stuff in the bedrooms." A sheepish look suddenly overcame Anastasia's face. I smiled at her, wondering what she wasn't telling me. "What? What's the matter?" "...There's only one bedroom..." I smiled a little. "Well that shouldn't be a problem, as long as there's-" "There's only one bed." I gave her a stern look, with a smile poking through. She playfully punched my shoulder. "Well I told you it was cheap!" "Well, there's just one problem." "Oh? And what would that be?" "I sleep in the nude." After another punch in the shoulder, (harder this time) I went upstairs, laughing, to take a quick shower. As I waited for the water to heat up I thought for a little while. I thought about who my ideal woman is, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that my sister had everything I ever wanted. She can be a bitch sometimes, but when it really comes down to it, she's more caring and loving than anyone i've ever met, now especially. And then my thoughts switched to what it would be like to marry her. With this came the thoughts of fucking the shit out of her. "Whoah...." I thought, "Slow down..." I shook my head and stepped into the water. When I got out I made my way to the room, closed the door and got dressed. I think we were both very very tired from the flight and unpacking, so it was sort of an unspoken agreement that after she took her shower it was nighty night. I heard her turn the water on and step in and again, the thoughts of her creamy skin unhindered by clothes invaded my mind. I didn't know why I was thinking of her like that so much...Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in so long that subconsciously I didn't think of her as my sister anymore. Maybe it was because my sex life was burnt up from my stressful job. Either way, I couldn't stop thinking of her.I guess she had already went in there with her clothes because she came into the room and simply flopped down onto the bed. I woke up the next morning to find Anastasia was gone, and I had gained a raging hard on during the night. I sat straight up and stared down at it. "Shit..." I hoped to god she hadn't seen it, or this vacation would be a lot more embarrassing than I had hoped. I threw some clothes on and ran downstairs, feigning a smile and cheery step. "Goooood morning lovely sister." She smiled at my cheesy-ness and lightly punched my shoulder. "Good morning annoying brother." I mentally wiped the sweat off my brow. It didn't seem like she noticed...or if she did, she was hiding it, for both of our sakes. For the next few hours we lounged around the cabin and had conversation about how our lives had been since college and how our jobs were. I was surprised to learn that the company she had been modelling for at one point had had a close run in with my advertising company, if we had taken the deal I probably would have met her there. The talking was almost as relaxing as the hiking we did for the rest of the day. Sure, we got a little sweaty and achy while we were out there, but there's nothing more rewarding than falling onto a soft bed after a good, long hike. Anastasia must have shared my sentiments, because when she collapsed next to me we both instantly fell asleep. I groggily woke up and was surprised to see that it was still dark. I looked to my left and saw Anastasia was still asleep next to me, and then I read the clock over her shoulder. It was 2 in the morning. That was when I realized how cold I was, even under the blanket. I looked outside and saw a snowstorm brewing up. My fears were realized when I heard a loud bang and the room suddenly got even colder. The heater had shut off. Anastasia woke up at the bang and sleepily asked me what was wrong. "The heater shut off because there's a nast snowstorm that just rolled in....Don't worry...we'll be fine..." Her eyes bulged. I told her again not to worry and she calmed down a little. I then laid back down next to her and sighed, looking away from her. I thought about that cliché scenario, where one asks the other to hug for body heat, and then it eventually turns into full blown fucking, but then I realized how sick I was being. Fantasies were one thing, but this is my sister, I'm not actually going to do that. I decided I'd rather freeze to death than risk ruining our relationship and be labeled as a pervert. That's why I was so surprised when Anastasia softly spoke up. "Hey...Trav....I'm getting pretty cold...Can we...Cuddle a little? You know...The body heat will help..." This was different, she was calling to me for help, so I answered. I rolled over and slipped my arms around the small of her back, closing the distance between us. I could sense the air of awkwardness between us but the heat of her perfect breasts pressed against my chest through her rather thin night wear was very welcome. I could sense myself getting a hard on but I was relieved that I had planned ahead, and put one leg over my dick so it was sandwiched between both legs, so that in order to notice it you would have to either look very closely or feel it. And that's exactly what she did. I was too busy marvelling at the feel of her wonderful breasts against my chest to notice that her hand was slowly sliding down the bed until it gently, yet quickly, so I couldn't react, slipped it's way in between my legs and grasped my hot rod. The only sound that came out of my mouth as my eyes widened was a low grunt, which, in retrospect, probably sounded very silly. But it was all I could muster as she began to stroke me with all of her sisterly care. "I love you Trav...I've been holding this urge in ever since I first saw you yesterday...I can't hold it anymore..." She took my right hand and placed it on her right breast. My brain was on autopilot as it began to knead and grope her perfect tit. I could feel her rock hard nipple beneath the fabric of the shirt she was wearing. My mind screamed a lot of things at me as she stroked me and I caressed her. It screamed thoughts of incest, thoughts of love, and thoughts of pleasure. I couldn't deal with it all, so I pushed it all away and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her roughly. Her eyes widened for a second or two, but they soon closed and she eagerly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me on top of her. Her hands roamed back down to my waist and pulled my pants down, allowing my shaft to spring out. My dick was so hot you could probably get a fever just from touching it. She kissed me with an enticing mix of passion and lust before she suddenly broke the kiss and slid further down under me, taking my head into her mouth without warning. I gasped a little, struggling even this early to keep myself from exploding all over her mouth. She grasped both cheeks of my ass and eagerly began to suck up and down my length, travelling farther up with her mouth each time. Finally, I simply couldn't take it anymore, and she must have sensed it because she quickly popped my dick out of her mouth and began stroking my furiously, sticking her tounge out so it would catch all of my warm product. It didn't go quite as planned, however, because my orgasm was so powerful that my jizz flew all over the place, some of it landing on her cheeks, some on her tongue, some on the bed, and some on her shirt. She made a contended moan and I could hear the soft lap of her tongue as she licked up all of my jizz. I sighed and weakly rolled over to the right laying down and panting heavily. She turned to look at me with my cum all over her face, grinning ear to ear. The sight was both stunning and amusing. "Hey Trav...It's my turn now..." She mewed softly as she began pushing her thin pants down, exposing her wonderful, creamy, perfect thighs. The sight was almost enough to make me hard again. I smiled and jumped on top of her, illiciting a high squeaking noise and a spout of laughter from both of us. I quickly tore her shirt off and began by kissing her cheek very softly, moving down to her neck, sucking on it for quite a while until she was softly moaning. I then moved farther down her bodice, kissing and licking my way down until I reached her waist. I slowly and gently licked my way to her inner thighs, moving my tongue dangerously close to her sweet spot. When I finally made contact with her clit her body spasmed slightly in pleasure as I began to flick my tongue against It as softly as I could. I moved farther down and spread her lower lips, licking the soft, pink flesh that was glistening with her juices, even in the darkness. The more she moaned the faster I licked. I kept this up until she was literally screaming with pleasure, we had no one to worry about hearing us, so we made all the noise we want. I dived my tongue into her and felt her squeezing my tongue for dear life as her muscles contracted and her juices poured out of her love hole. I lapped up the delicious product of my love, making her laugh even as she panted by making a joke about how it tasted like chicken. Neither of us had to comment on what was next, she simply rolled over so that she was on her hands and knees as I moved closer to her, pressing the head of my shaft against her entrance and rubbing it up and down, getting it slick with her juice. I took her waist into my hands and delved myself into her. She was far tighter than I expected her to be and pushing into her was slow going. I finally buried myself into her as far as my length would allow and began to pull out of her, then suddenly slamming back into her, causing her to rock against the headboard and scream slightly. The love that may had been there earlier was gone, all that remained now was pure primal lust. The desire to mate and impregnate. "TRAVIS!!! TRAVIS!!! GOD! FUCK! YES!!!" I fucked her until she couldn't take it anymore, I fucked her until she was screaming with every thrust and I was grunting in accord. Finally neither of us could take it anymore and I began to cum a second before her, my warm seed spraying long ropes into her, her muscles clenching around me, as if squeezing every last drop out of me. When we were both done cumming we collapsed together, and positioned ourselves so we could fall asleep with my shaft still inside of her as we held each other softly in the night. Reunion I met my wife when we were both about thirty. Neither of us had been married or had children but we had had past relationships of various lengths. So, I knew my wife wasn't a virgin by any means. The first time we had sex we were in the foreplay stage and she grabbed my cock and started to guide me toward her. I was caught by surprise and said something about getting a condom. She told me not to worry because she was on the pill. The relationship progressed and neither of us spoke much of our past relationships. We would make passing comments about traveling some place or going out to dinner somewhere but we never had the talk about sexual partners. I knew that her last relationship had lasted a few years and ended when she caught him cheating. She assured me she had gotten tested. I figured that she went on the pill during this relationship but one night as we were out she was renewing her prescription and made reference to starting when she was seventeen. "Seventeen?!" was my response. She sheepishly stated that she didn't want to get pregnant and probably shouldn't have said anything. Although there had been this revelation, she came across as someone with high moral standards and not someone that would sleep around. She would often criticize other girls for one night stands and that sort of thing. She had only been with boyfriends. After a couple of years, we got married still ignoring our sexual pasts. No need to dwell on it. We had a couple of kids and all was right with the world. At around our fifth anniversary we got an invitation to her high school reunion. I really had no desire to go but was told I didn't have much of a choice. My wife was looking forward to seeing all her old friends from school. I was looking forward to the getting through the evening. We arrived and had all the usual pleasantries. I was introduced to many people and made absolutely no effort to remember who they were. I was interested in the food, the bar and the end. I was going to smile and be cordial as I awaited the end of the evening. The kids were staying with thes so I was expecting to at least get laid. About an hour after we got there as my wife stood in a group of girls that were laughing and already a little tipsy. A short stocky guy walked by. The girls said hi and he said hi back to most of them. He completely ignored my wife who started laughing as he passed them. I was a few feet away at the bar and my wife noticed that I saw her reaction. She stepped over and said "that was my first boyfriend." She followed it up with "I can't believe he was my first" and turned back to her friends. I couldn't believe it. This was the first time I had ever seen anyone my wife had been with and my reaction was 'what was she thinking?' As the night wore on I was either introduced to or had pointed out to me half a dozen former boyfriends. The one she dated in 10th grade, another from 11th a couple from 12th and so on. "Did she sleep with all of them?" That was the question going through my mind. As we were driving home, she asked if I had a good time. I told her I did even if it wasn't entirely true. She was in a great mood. She asked how I felt about meeting some of her former boyfriends. I said "OK". I then said "some?" Almost wistfully, she said "yeah, a few of them couldn't make it including my prom date." I asked her how many high school boyfriends she had had and was stunned when she told me ten. I said, "How many did you have sex with?" She looked to be lost in the past with a smile on her face. She casually replied, "All of them." I was shocked. My very proper wife, who I had assumed had had sex with a few guys only in serious relationships, had bedded ten in high school alone. I looked over at her and saw she was still smiling. In her drunken state she didn't realize she had just let out some previously guarded information. I asked who had inspired her to go on the pill. She said at the beginning her senior year she was dating Jim, who I had been introduced to that night, and they were having sex so often that she became afraid she would end up pregnant so she started using the pill. A girlfriend helped her get through the process to get a prescription. I steered the conversation to college and asked her how many college boyfriends she had. She was quiet for a moment and then said she had a serious boyfriend the last two years of college. She had thought they would end up getting engaged. I pressed her about the first two years. She said "You don't want to talk about this." I said "Sure I do." She somewhat sheepishly told me that she had had six boyfriends in the first two years. She emphasized that a couple were in the summer hoping it would make the number seem smaller. We were now up to seventeen and we were only at the end of college. Plus we had only talked about boyfriends. There had been no discussion of hook ups. My modest total of eight conquests paled in comparison to my wife. I was stunned to say the least. We finished the drive home making mostly small talk. At home we had a few more drinks. I now wanted info. I wanted to know what I never had wanted to know. I already could no longer live in blissful ignorance. I led her to the bedroom and stripped her naked. Using everything that I had learned in our years together, I slowly got her blood boiling. She was begging to be fucked. I entered her and slowly began thrusting in and out of her. She was more animated than I had seen her in quite awhile. I think talking about, or perhaps seeing, her past boyfriends had her revved up. I increased my pace until I was pounding her hard and she was still screaming for more. She came hard. This was not typical. She usually didn't climax during intercourse. I followed shortly after, draining my balls into her soaking pussy. We both collapsed onto the bed trying to catch our breath. After we calmed down and rested for a little while, I started to gently play with her pussy. As I was doing this she started to get turned on again. I quietly asked her if it got her turned on having her husband meet her former boyfriends. She was being a little coy so I told her to be honest. My feelings wouldn't be hurt. She quietly told me it had. I was getting hard again. This surprised me and her. I think it made her relax to know I was also turned on. She stroked me until I was back to full staff. This time she climbed on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock until I was in balls deep. She was still drenched from before and our combined juices were leaking out and drenching my balls and the sheets. As she rode me, I looked up at her and she seemed to be in a dream like state. She started riding me faster. Having just cum, I figured I'd last a long time. I finally said to her "I've gotta know. How many guys have you had sex with?" She said "you don't want to talk about that now." I said "it's turning me on to know that there were seventeen in high school and college and I needed to know how many came after college." She started to pound down harder, not answering the question. This went on for awhile. I figured she wasn't answering. Then she suddenly said "eight". I looked at her and said "eight what?" "Eight more guys after college." I came hard, catching her by surprise. I couldn't believe that I had cum so hard or that my sweet bride had slept with twenty five guys. She kept grinding hard, rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone and had another orgasm. This one was accompanied by a very loud moan. She then collapsed onto my chest. We stayed like this even after my softening cock slipped out of her. The sheets were a mess. After she eventually rolled off me, I said Does that include me?" "Does what include you?", she asked. "The eight after college, does that include me?" After a pause, she simply said, "No." Now it was twenty six. I was strangely turned on. Twenty six against my eight, I should be jealous, right? I wasn't. I then said "Any since we met?" She again paused for a minute and I started to expect a bomb shell to drop. She replied, "No, but when we first started sleeping together there was another guy that I was seeing and I was sleeping with him too." I wanted to know how long that went on. She said, "Probably about three months." I was shocked and laid there in silence. She started to get nervous and felt that she needed to reassure me by reasserting her love for me and the others don't matter, it's in the past, she chose me. It was all the usual things. But, it didn't matter. All this time I had been reluctant to hear about her past, afraid I would be jealous. Now, I knew it all. I had even met some of the guys so I could imagine her with them. Instead of being jealous I was turned on. I looked at her and told her I loved her more than anything and that none of this made me think less of her. She breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and gave me a big hug. She then asked me how many women I had been with. I debated lying to her but decided to tell the truth. She looked stunned. "Eight? That's it? Now I feel like a slut." I told her there was no reason to feel that way. It is what it is. We went to sleep in each others arms. In the morning I tried to get more info out of her but she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Every once in awhile, while we are having sex, I would ask her when she is having her college reunion. This usually takes her over the top and makes her cum. So, I knew that sharing with me still got her turned on. One night, we had been out drinking and she was in an especially horny mood when we got home. We were in bed going at it like a couple of teenagers. I looked at her and asked if this was how it was with Jim. She paused and said he was rougher and had a bigger cock. When I asked how big, she said it was probably around ten inches. She then came hard and had a dreamy look in her eyes. After we finished, I asked her if that was her biggest. She told me she had a guy who was around twelve inches and thick but said it didn't last long because it was too uncomfortable. There was so much more I wanted to know. My two biggest desires were to find out if I knew any of her past lovers and did she still long to fuck some of them. Since I had learned that alcohol loosened her lips, I waited for the next time she was a little drunk. I started slowly seducing her. Little bites and kisses down her neck while gently circling my finger around her nipples. As she started to squirm, things got a little rougher. I was squeezing ass and giving it a few smacks. She was really getting wound up and quickly opened my pants. She fished out my cock and dove on to it. She was blowing me like a pro. I asked if this was how she used to suck you boyfriends. She just grunted an affirmative as her head continued bobbing up and down on my cock. I then asked if she missed fucking any of them. She lifted her head off my cock, looked me in the eye and asked why I would ask that. I told her I wasn't making any judgments that I just needed to know. She studied me for a second and said she could look back on some of her sexcapades with fondness and she had had some mind blowing orgasms but didn't miss them. She said, "Anything you need to know"? I looked at her and asked if I knew any of her ex-lovers. She asked me if I was sure I wanted to know that. I told I was very sure. She sat back, studied at me for a minute, and then proceeded to tell me that the guy she was fucking when we first met was Matt who I play softball with on weekends. She told me she was shocked the first time she went to one of my games saw him there. I asked her if he had fucked her good. She laughed and said, "Oh yeah, that's why I stayed with him as long as I did after I met you even though he was a total jerk. I knew you were the one but I was reluctant to give up his cock." Was there anyone else? She gave me an evil smirk and said, "I had a short fling with Tommy. He has a great cock and made me cum like no one else but he's married so I broke it off". My jaw dropped. Tommy was my oldest friend and the best man at my wedding. When was that? It turned out the night we met was the last night she had slept with Tommy. I thought back and I had been out with Tommy that night. He had never even hinted about it to me. After I came back to my senses, she gripped my cock and grinned. She said, "I've never seen you so hard. Now, fuck my brains out." That's what I did. As she started to cum she shouted "Oh God, Tommy, don't stop." I came harder than I ever had before. As I dozed off, I was thinking that I couldn't wait to tell Matt and Tommy what I knew and hear what she was like for them. I wanted explicit details. I started to get hard again and jerked off before finally going to sleep. Reunion She wanted to look every bit as feminine as people expected her not to be. Tonight was going to be a night for challenging herself to just let go and be herself. No strings attached. What you see if what you get. And, maybe in the process challenge what some others had thought about her in years gone by. The little black dress that seemed like such a good idea when she went shopping, now felt as if it was too sexy for a class reunion. She shook her head. The little girl who had always been just one of the boys had grown up, and while she was comfortable in her own skin, she was a little nervous how others who had known her for years would see her. Her honey colored curls pinned back away from her face and cascading down her bare back. She carefully dabbed a little gloss on her already succulent lips, and batted her piercing green eyes at the reflection of the woman that stood before her. She slipped her toes into the beautiful black and ivory heels that she had just found on a recent trip to the city. At nearly six foot tall, she was always the tallest girl in school, so there was no way to go unnoticed, so she had figured if people were going to notice anyway, why not make a statement. As she walked across the room, she caught her reflection in the full length mirror by the door. For the first time ever, she seemed happy with what she saw. Taking a moment to admire herself, a wry smile crept over her lips. Let them still see me as one of the boys, now! Purse in hand, she closed the door to her hotel room and walked down the hall towards the elevator. The hallway felt like her own personal cat walk, and while not making eye contact with anyone, she knew that they were looking at her as she made her way to the elevator. A sea of whispers came cascading out of an open door as she walked by, making her a little more nervous. She stepped into the waiting elevator, and took it down to the first floor, where the restaurant that her high school had taken over was located. The elevator doors opened, she inhaled sharply, and stepped out. Here goes nothing. ***** He brought the cigarette to his lips to take one last breath before going into the reunion. What am I even doing here? He had never liked crowds, nor most of the people he went to school with, but he knew the group of guys that he had been friends with since he was a kid would be there, most with their wives, and he was alone, but still, it would be good to see them again and catch up. Being that this was a multi-year reunion there was a pretty good chance he would actually see a few people that he was friends with all those years ago. Screw this... He lit another cigarette, and leaned against the outside wall of the hotel. From here he could get an idea as to who was coming and going, and decide when he was ready to go in. The wind was starting to pick up, and the sky had that look to it, heavy with clouds, that usually meant there was snow on its way. He continued to watch as people hurried past him to get into the hotel. Some faces he recognized, others must have been a bit younger than him since he hadn't the foggiest idea as to who they were. Finally, he saw a familiar face. The two shared a quick glance, and a nod acknowledging the other. Each flicked his cigarette away, and went into the lobby. Jay was thankful that his friend had arrived since he now knew he wouldn't be the only one to go at it alone. Tonight was for catching up with old friends, nothing more. Once inside, the sea of people was reminiscent of every other high school event he had ever been too. People had fallen into their little cliques and it was as if time not only stood still, but began to run in reverse. By the bar, there was a group of guys from the old neighborhood. A good place to start the night, so he walked over. ***** She stepped off the elevator, and instantly jumped back in time about 15 or so years. Suddenly, she felt anxious about being at the reunion alone. Maybe she should have asked one of the guys from work to go with her just so she would have someone to talk to all night. Every insecurity from high school came flooding back. She suddenly felt awkward and unsure of herself. The confidence that she had moments earlier was being sucked out of her. Her eyes darted around the room, and she finally saw a group of guys from the old neighborhood near the bar. Didn't look like their wives were with them, and they seemed to be laughing and having a good time. She didn't want to interrupt their fun, so she continued to take it all in as she walked towards the bar, faking confidence and hoping that no one would notice how uncomfortable she now was. You can do this, Sarah. "What's your pleasure?" the bartender asked as she slipped into a seat. "Shot of Patron, and a glass of merlot." Hopefully the shot would get her over the nerves she was feeling right now. The bartender smiled as he got her the drinks. Placing the shot in front of her, "Guess reunions aren't you're thing." She smiled warmly, picked up the glass and brought the ice cold libation to her lips, tilted her head back and let it pour down her throat. The warmth radiated through her and she felt a blush come over her cheeks. "Not exactly," she laughed as she now took the wine glass in her hand, and took a single sip. She continued to sip the blood red liquid from the glass. Its warmth the perfect compliment to her being alone. Maybe she'd just sit here a little longer and then go back to her room and call it a night. Technically, she attended the reunion, so who cares if she didn't get to talk to anyone. The bartender came over to refill her glass. "Mind if I ask why you haven't gotten up to join everyone else?" Looking around the room, she realized that most people had gone into the restaurant area and were no longer out by the bar. "I think I like my company here a bit more." She smiled at the bartender, and the two began to laugh. "I don't know why I even came to this thing to be honest with you. I wasn't one of the popular girls, and only had a small group of friends, whom I haven't seen in years. I'd probably be better off had I stayed home." He pulled out two shot glasses, and poured another round of the tequila. "Maybe you just need a little more confidence." He handed her the glass, kept the other for himself, and smiled. She raised the glass, "To confidence," and they both drank. She slowly, cautiously, stood up, wine glass in hand, and walked towards the main party going on in the next room. Her head was starting to feel a little clouded from the two shots of tequila and the red wine. Looking over her shoulder at the bartender, she flashed a quick smile before disappearing into the sea of people. She looked around the room for a familiar face, and locked eyes with Julia, her dear friend since they were young girls. The two women embraced, and were genuinely happy and excited to see one another. They started to giggle like to school girls as they kibitzed about the other people in the room. Pointing and laughing, no one was off limits. After about forty minutes, Brian came over and gave Julia a squeeze. It was amazing to see them still together after twenty years. After a little more small talk, he whisked her away to dance. Sarah sat there for a minute and watched her friend, before deciding that she was done for the night. As she stood up, she heard a low whistle come from a group of guys just a few feet away. She ignored them, and walked back out towards the bar. As she passed the group, she heard another whistle and this time knew it was in fact directed at her. She spun on her heel and walked over to them. ***** There were five guys standing around the high top cocktail table. They were enjoying their drinks, and doing a fair bit of people watching. They almost didn't notice the beautiful woman that was sitting just a few feet from them. There was something very familiar about her, but none of them could figure out what it was. Jay was sipping a glass of bourbon when she stood up, and the low whistle escaped his lips. It caused his friends to take a look. Mike almost choked on his drink. "Is that Sarah?" The guys looked a bit confused. Sarah? There is no way this stunning woman could have been their Sarah. The tomboy who used to go play with them in the creek when they were about nine, who used to play hockey and football, and be the token female during games of D&D all through high school. No, this couldn't be their Sarah. Jay looked at her, and tried to see their Sarah in this stunning woman that was now walking right past them. He wasn't bold enough to call out her name, in case it wasn't her, but he wanted to get her attention. He whistled again, louder and more deliberate this time. To his surprise, it had the desired reaction. And she was now walking over to them. "Which of you gentlemen thinks you can whistle for a lady like you whistle for your dog?" She eyed each of them waiting to see the reaction from her bold statement. Mike elbowed Jay, and the guys shifted uncomfortably. She had spent so many long days with this group of guys, and now they were looking at her like they didn't even know her. Maybe she had changed too much. Tom chuckled, "Its our girl." Sarah smiled as she gave Tom a hug. "Was there any doubt?" She made her way around the table greeting each of her old friends with a quick hug. The six quickly fell back to the comfort level they had with each other all those years ago. Joking and laughing, until Dan's wife came over and stole him back. Then the reality that time has indeed past began to set in. "So where are the rest of the wives?" Sarah asked. Jay and Tom just shook their heads. Mike pointed across the room to a group of women who could easily have been Stepford wives. Dennis is the only one who commented, "Home with the kids. This is my night out for me." Sarah lifted her wine glass to her lips, and that's when her reality check bounced. "Where's your husband? Are you allowed out to play by yourself tonight?" Mike laughed. A knot welled in her throat. Breathe, Sarah. Don't let them see you cry. "He's been gone for 3 years now." She drank the last of her wine, put down the glass, and walked away. She couldn't stand the thought of possibly crying in front of her friends, but even though it had been three years since Sean died it was still so raw. The best bet was for her to just walk away. Maybe she would compose herself and come back in later, but for now... As she walked away, she heard Jay say, "You know, you're a moron right Mike?" She could hear the disgust in his voice, and the heavy sound of his glass being placed on the table. She made her way out of restaurant, past the bar, and out the doors to the front of the hotel. What she needed right now was some fresh air and to just get away from it all. Without a coat, the cold December air pierced her bare skin like a million tiny pins. She walked out into the parking lot, towards her car when she remembered that she had a room at the hotel and was in no real position to run away at the moment. She turned back towards the hotel, to see Jay walk out the door. He looked around until he saw her standing in the middle of the parking lot, and walked over towards her. He could see her shiver in the cold. "You're in no position to drive any where," he said firmly when he got close to her. "I know. Remembered that I have a room here for the night anyway," she half laughed as the wind blew and sent shivers up her spine. Sarah felt paralyzed by the cold and the mix of emotions that just ravaged her. Jay was still a few steps away, when he took off his coat. He draped the coat over her shoulders and pulled her next to him. She hung her head, as he wrapped his arm around her waist and lead her back to the hotel. As they slowly walked towards the building, tiny snow flakes began to fall from the heavens and dance around the two of them. Sarah stopped to look at the snow, and a faint smile came across her lips. Jay brushed a loose curl off of her cheek, and used his thumb to wipe a snowflake from her eye lashes. She really is beautiful. Jay sighed as Sarah looked up at him. Even in heels she was still an inch or so shorter than he was. Her long honey curls were dancing in the wind, and since his arm was around her waist, they were gently skirting over his arm. Jay had always had a kind heart, and a gentle way about him. It always used to surprise Sarah with how gentle he could be since he was such a brooding guy. Her friends used to be intimidated by Jay, and never really understood their friendship. Some of them even seemed a little scared of him, but the reality was that he was just quiet, and didn't like most people, so he didn't want to be bothered with them. As Sarah walked next to Jay now, she felt safe and protected. She looked up at him and caught his steel gray eyes with her own. The snow was glistening on both of them, and as Jay touched her cheek to brush away her curls, she felt this little pang in the pit of her stomach. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. What a silly thought, she chastised herself, shook her head and just smiled instead. There's no way he could see her as anything more than just one of the guys. She was off limits all through high school and un-datable. He was always like an older brother, and obviously wasn't interested or else he would have flirted or something over the years. The two stood there for a moment, snow falling softly on both of them, the wind causing Sarah to shiver and pull closer to him. She could smell his scent on the coat. "Mind if I walk you to your room? I want to make sure you get upstairs alright." "Sure." Jay liked the way that it felt having Sarah close to him. He often wondered what it would be like to be with someone like her. Someone that was confident and beautiful. She was always a good friend and he had missed her these last 15 years or so that they had lost touch. Over the last fifteen years, he wondered what happened to her, and would occasionally ask friends if they had heard from her. Its how he knew that her husband had died three years ago. Since then he found himself thinking about her more and more, but didn't act of any of it because he figured it was still too soon for her, too raw. The pair walked silently to the bank of elevators, not making eye contact with anyone. Sarah pushed the number 32, and just stood there silently. When the doors opened again, they stepped out and Jay reached out for her hand, but she was completely unaware and walked away. About half way down the hall, Sarah stopped, and took a card out of her purse. "This is me." Sarah said motioning to the door behind her. She took off the coat, and handed it back to Jay. "It was good seeing you again, Sarah." He reached for her and gave a quick squeeze. The disappointment in his eyes was obvious, and she could feel it in the hug. She wanted it to last longer too. Jay turned to walk away, and Sarah collapsed against the door to her room. "What about room service and a movie?" she called after him. Jay stopped and turned towards her. "I don't think I want to be alone right now." He walked back to her, and didn't say a word as she swiped her card and opened the door to the room. The small hotel room had a queen sized bed against the wall directly across from the tv, a desk and chair just off to the side by the window, which had the blinds pulled tight. She motioned to the room, "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll get changed out of this and back into something comfortable." She grabbed a pair of jeans a tshirt off the top of the dresser, and shot him a warm smile before walking into the bathroom to get changed. "This view is amazing," Jay called to her. "I wouldn't know. I actually haven't looked out the window, which is why the blinds were pulled tight." Sarah laughed from behind the closed door. She was struggling to reach the zipper on her dress, but it managed to get stuck. Charming. Jay heard the door open, and turned to see a more casual Sarah, but she was still in the dress. "Murphy's Law," she laughed. "The zipper is stuck, can you help?" Sarah batted those long lashes, and Jay gave her a wry smile as he walked over to her. She turned around and pulled her hair over her shoulder exposing her bare back to Jay. He exhaled softly, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. The closeness made her heart race. She bit her lip. He ran his strong hands down her back, lingering on her bare skin. He tugged on the zipper at her hips, and nothing. "Told you it was stuck." She giggled. Jay gave a strong tug and the zipper finally broke free. Quickly, she placed a hand on her chest to keep the entire dress from falling down. His hands lingered on her hips, while he traced small circles on her silken skin with his thumbs. Something was stirring in him. She was getting to him. Sarah didn't move for the longest time. She liked the way his hands felt on her body. She hadn't been touched in years, and the attention was much appreciated. As she stood in front of him, she let her mind wander, and was just enjoying his touch. His hands tracing over her lower back and hips. It actually sent a shiver up her spine. He must have noticed the reaction, because his hands retreated. "Your zippers fixed," Jay stammered. He just wanted to keep touching her. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Sarah spun around to look Jay in the eye. Those steel gray eyes were so warm, and she would have done anything to know what he was thinking, but to break the growing tension, she figured it would be best to just say, thank you. And that's when it happened. The feeling of a million butterflies taking flight in the pit of Sarah's stomach. She realized what she saw in Jay's eyes was longing. He was no longer looking at her like he did when they were kids, he was looking at her, the beautiful woman that now stood before him. Sarah inhaled sharply, and leaned over and let her lips just barely graze Jay's in the softest whisper of a kiss. "Thank you." Jay didn't react. He just kinda stood there and blinked in disbelief. Sarah looked down, embarrassed by her own boldness, and started to move. "Sorry, I didn't think..." The heat of a single tear of rejection running down her cheek made Sarah inhale sharply. She bit down on her lip, and before she could wipe the tear away, Jay's hand was brushing it away. He was just being kind. She knew she had overstepped, and was suddenly uncomfortable around him. He tilted her chin so that she was no longer looking down, but rather looking at him. He wanted to get lost in those emerald pools. He ran his thumb across her cheek caressing her face. "I never want to be the one who makes you cry." Jay leaned forward and kissed away her tears on each cheek. He ran his finger tips down the side of her neck to her collar bone, and tipped her chin up to him with his thumb. Their eyes locked, and he leaned down a placed the most gentle kiss upon her lips. A kiss that lingered just long enough to confirm it wasn't out of pity. Their lips parted, and Sarah felt a flush come across her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip again. "Took you long enough," she whispered. Jay smiled at her again, and leaned forward to deliver another kiss to those lips. The kiss started gently, a series of little kisses, that just tantalized her. His tongue parted her lips and the lust of that kiss was enough to overwhelm her. She moaned against his kiss wanting to feel more. She brought her hands to the back of his neck, knotting her fingers in his hair, as the passion started to overwhelm them. Jay ran his hands over her shoulders and the dress fell to a puddle on the floor. Sarah felt the soft fabric fall away, and it took her by surprise. She pulled away nervously, and was about to grab for the blanket on the bed, but Jay stopped her. Reunion "Don't," he gently held her wrist. She stood there, her silken ivory skin blushing before him. Her ample breasts were caressed by the black lace bra. He could see her chest rise and fall as her breathing quickened. He continued to drink her in with his eyes. The handful of freckles scattered across her bare stomach, the little lace boy short panties, and the most amazing legs he had ever set eyes on. He felt a stirring and couldn't help himself any longer. He wanted her more than he could explain. He extended his hand to help her step out of the puddle of a dress. She looked at his hand for a moment, and then at his face; those eyes did it for her every time. She took his hand, stepped away from the dress. She leaned over to remove her heels, and playfully tossed them towards the wall. Now a full four inches shorter than Jay, she felt slight next to him. Her honey colored curls draped over her shoulder, and down her back, almost to her waist. She wanted to know his touch so she mustered all of her courage and confidence to approach him again. Without saying a word, she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, and then pushed it off of his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor with her dress. Her eyes locked on his, as she ran her nails across his bare skin and to his belt, which she playfully tugged open. Sarah stood on tip toe, and passionately pressed her lips against Jay's, and to her delight, he kissed her back, matching intensity and passion. That kiss broke down walls that she had up for the last three years. "Jay, do you like what you see?" Sarah stood in front of him, almost nude, hands on her hips as if issuing a challenge. "I most certainly do. My only regret is waiting so long for the chance..." his voice trailed off, not wanting to ruin the moment with talking. He took Sarah by the hand and led her to bed. His heart raced with anticipation of what was to come. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close to him. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, he began covering her in a series of kisses, wandering from her lips, down her neck, to the tops of her breasts. He wanted so much more, but wasn't one of those guys... Sarah playfully pushed Jay back into the bed, and climbed over him. She liked the illusion of power this stance gave her. She pulled open the top of his pants, and ran her hand over his manhood. A sigh of pleasure escaped Jay's lips, and she knew in a heartbeat that tonight was going to be the most memorable night of either of their lives. He couldn't believe that this beautiful woman wanted him. Here he was, nearly 36, and for close to twenty years he had wondered about Sarah, but never had the nerve to act on it. She was surely out of his league back then, but even if it he only has this one night, he was ready to show her what she had been missing out on. He placed his hands on the soft curve of her hips, pulling her close so she could feel his throbbing manhood ready to spring. He held on to her, wanting to take control but not scare her with his strength or desire. While exploring her lips with a series of kisses, he caressed her back and undid the clasp of her bra revealing her ample breasts, still sun kissed across the tops from the distant summer, her nipples rigid and at attention just calling to be suckled. Sarah arched her back, and Jay accepted the invitation to explore even more of her. Grabbing her breasts, kissing them deeply, and then flicking the tip of each nipple with his tongue just to listen to her moan and cry out for more. He enjoyed feeling her tremble, and could sense that she was getting more aroused. He ran his hands across her bare breasts, and gave both a little squeeze while he kissed her lips. A moan escaped her, and he gave her nipple a little tug with his teeth. Without letting go of this beautiful angel, he kissed her again, even more passionately, and flipped Sarah onto her back. She had a startled look in her eyes, that quickly changed to one of unbridled desire. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and Jay accepted the invitation to begin kissing her from head to toe. First kissing her lips, then her neck, and biting gently on her ear, then working lower across her chest to those beautiful breasts. Then, down her bare stomach, making sure to kiss each and every little freckle all the way down to her hips. To tantalize her more, he then took her foot in his hands, ran his thumb across the bottom of her foot to watch her squirm from being tickled, and then began to work his way back up her body with the kisses. Slowly, each kiss became hotter and even more passionate. Every molecule of his being wanted her. He stopped the kisses when he got back to her hips, shifted to be leaning over her, bodies pressed together, skin to skin. He just wanted to drink her in; to fully enjoy this moment. Sarah looked up at those steel gray eyes, how she enjoyed getting lost in those dark pools. She couldn't believe how passionate Jay was, and how absolutely amazing it felt to be the object of his attention. More than twenty years had passed since they had met as kids. He was making her feel things that she never thought were possible. "I don't want you to stop," Sarah said breathlessly as he caressed her cheek. "If this is a dream, I don't want to ever..." She was interrupted by the most passionate kiss yet, full of lust and desire. Jay tugged at the waist of her panties, and she gave him an almost evil smile, lifting her hips so that he could slide them off of her body, and toss them to the floor. Without further hesitation, Jay began kissing her hip, and then working closer to her womanly folds. His deep hot kisses sending chills up her spine. While looking up at Sarah, he ran his fingers over her, feeling how wet and hot she had gotten. He dipped his fingers into her, and slowly slid them in and out, causing her to cry out. Her body shuddered, and he smiled warmly at the affirmation that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. But this wasn't enough. While staring deep into her eyes, Jay leaned down and kissed her womanhood, piercing through her heat with his tongue. She cried out in pleasure, raising her hips forcing him to kiss her harder. She knotted her fingers in the back of his neck, in his hair, pulling him and his kiss deeper. Her body was responding on its own, and felt completely out of her control. He continued to trace her body, inside and out, with his tongue and hands. He took much delight in the fact that she was allowing herself to be overtaken by him. Just at that moment, he pressed his thumb down on her clit, and with gentle pressure, drew little circles around it. She knew this is all that was needed to push her over the edge. Jay could sense that her orgasm was eminent, and was enjoying making her feel so good. As her body began to shake, she raised her hips again, and Jay went down on her kissing her intimately, drinking her in and tasting her passion as it spilled out of her. As she began to come down from the intensity of the orgasm, she couldn't help but smile, and a soft nervous giggle escaped her lips. Jay brought his lips to hers, and she kissed him, hard and strong, tasting her own juices as her tongue explored his mouth and ran over his teeth. Jay knotted his fingers in her long curls and pulled her hair, causing her to tilt her face up to greet him. Eyes locked, both were at a loss for words. Sarah ran her hands down his bare chest to his still confined shaft, and set it free. Tossing his pants and boxers to the floor, she then took several long strokes to fully appreciate all that Jay had to offer. She instantly felt that ache confirm she had to have him... NOW! She teasingly pushed Jay the rest of the way onto this back, and threw her legs around his waist while she sat high above him. She allowed her body to hover, just barely grazing him. She lowered herself taking in every inch of his shaft. Her body tightened around him, holding on, she began drawing small circles with her hips grinding into him. Her heart began to race, her body shudder, and all she could do was enjoy the ride. Jay reached forward and placed his thumb right on her clit, knowing that he could drive her to the brink at least one more time. She pulled him forward so that he would sit up and she could wrap her legs around him, taking him in farther than either thought possible. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her body become one with his. She continued to slide up and down on his manhood, grinding against him so that she could feel every sensation begin to take over her body. He kissed her fiery and hot, and she moaned against his lips. The ecstasy overwhelming every ounce of her being. Her entire body began to quiver, but before it had a chance to overtake her, Jay flipped her onto her back. Long, slow strokes until just the tip of his manhood was teasing her, followed by another long deep thrust. He stared deep in her eyes, with each thrust knowing that soon she would have the most incredible orgasm. The more he stared into those eyes, the more he wanted to be with her. To know her. To feel her. For them to become one. "I want to feel you, Jay," Sarah moaned. "I want to know that I'm having the same effect on you that you are having on me." She felt his manhood become even more rigid as he pressed farther into her. Her body felt as if it was on fire, and only Jay could quench the flame. Jay pulled out, and Sarah whimpered, but before she could speak, he slid his fingers into her heat, thumb flicking her clit, and then brought his fingers to his lips to taste her sweetness. She was wetter than she had ever been before, and reached down between her own legs, sliding a finger slowly into her slit, while Jay looked at her. She explored her inner folds, and the smooth satin skin, and then began drawing circles on her clit with her thumb. Jay watched her, mesmerized by how comfortable she was with her own body, studying what was making Sarah feel so good. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a deep sigh followed suit. She brought her own sticky fingers to her lips, flicked them with her tongue, and then offered a taste to her lover, who took the offering and suckled her fingers. "I want more," he said as he pinned her arms and kissed her stomach, then inner thigh, then her satin lips. His tongue parted her lips, and he lapped up all of her wetness like a kitten laps up milk. Giving in and allowing herself to be overtaken by this strong and amazing man showed great courage and strength on Sarah's behalf. It had been so long since she was able to give someone her body, and this just felt so right that she never wanted it to end. As she once again was on the brink of orgasm, Jay looked at her with a fire in his eyes. She wanted to feel him fill her up, and become one with her. To claim her for his own. Jay gently took Sarah's wrists, and moved them over her head. She smiled and obliged. Jay then held her wrists together against the pillow with one hand and stroked her cheek with his other. Sarah's breath quickened. And then she felt him enter her. His manhood pressing deep into her, and all she could do was raise her hips to accept him. With a firm yet gentle pressure, he kept her wrists pinned, and he took her. He thrust long and hard strokes, deep into her womanly folds, and she screamed out in delight. As her body began to quake, she could feel Jay's hips buck into her own, matching her orgasm stroke for heated stroke, until an explosion filled her and both bodies collapsed into the sheets, physically exhausted, and in complete and utter bliss. Sarah's entire body continued to shudder as she came down from the most incredible of orgasms. Every cell in her body was shaking and calling out for him. Even her toes felt twitchy. Just before Sarah dozed off, she heard Jay whisper, "Sweet dreams, my love." She wanted to respond, but could no longer muster the energy, so a soft, gentle smile was the only answer she could give. Sleep came quickly, and the two newly acquainted lovers fell asleep in each others arms. To be continued... Reunion 1 p.m. Dana Scully Residence "Hi Mulder," Dana said and gave him a long passionate kiss. Her hands massaged his hair. The lovely agent popped her tongue in his mouth. Finally, their kiss broke. "Brought along a friend, hope you don't mind." She saw Agent John Doggett standing behind Fox. "No, that's fine. Hi John." She also gave him a passionate kiss. "Shut the door when you come in." Agent Doggett walked into Scully's house and shut the door as she wanted. The redhead was already busy kissing the dark-haired agent and fondling his crotch. She slowly kissed down his chest and unzipped Fox's zipper with her teeth. Finally, off went his Jeans. Doggett was doing his own exploration. The tall agent was kissing down her neck, back and rested on her ass. Doggett ran his hands on Scully's ass and pulled down the beauty's black satin skirt. "UM, lick my ass. I love it." The lovely women was fondling her ex-partner's bare chest. "Lick my cock, Dana," Mulder insisted. "Suck me, whore. "Oh, Mulder, such langauage," she said, in mock horror. The beauty pulled off the FBI agents pants and whipped off his silk boxers. Then, her tongue licked precum off his member. Then, in one motion, engulped his entire cock. "Yeah, suck my dick, slut. Make me cum in your fucking mouth." Doggett grabbed Scully around her waist and planted her knees on the floor. He then unzipped his Jeans. He guided his cock to her soaking pussy. In one hard thrust, he was all inside the lovely women. John grabbed her waist to steady himself and quikened his assult. "UM," pronounced Scully. With each thrust from Doggett, Dana's mouth engulfed more of Mulder. "Yeah. Lick it slut. Nasty fucking bitch," he hissed. Mulder fondled his beautiful ex-parners head and helped her as she sucked him. "Suck my cock, Dana. Nasty fucking whore." John was violently fucking Scully's pussy. "OH, yeah. Cum on my dick, Dana. Your pussy is so wet." He raised a hand and slapped her ass, HARD. SPANK! "UM!" SPANK! John fucked Scully with one last hard thrust. OH, FUCK! I'M CUMMING! AHHH! The agent erupted inside the redhead. Doggett also felt the lovely agent cum around his hard-on, as well. "Scully, I'M CUMMING! Mulder also unloaded his sticky wad up her mouth. When his cock went limp, he pulled out of her and kissed Scully. He could feel some of his slime around Dana's lips. John also tasted his filth on her pussy. Then, was erect again, he positoned his cock at the beauties puckered asshole. Mulder fell flat on the floor and guided his har-on to Scully's cunt. "OH, FUCK ME! she pleaded. Both agents shoved the cocks into Scully at the same time. "YEESSS! FUCK MY PUUSSY!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!" Doggett grabbed a lock of the redhead's hair. "You like it up your ass, fucking nasty whore. "YES! I'M SUCH A FILTHY ROTTEN NASTY WHORE! FUCK MEEE!!!I LOOOVVE IT!! MAKE ME CUM!" SPANK! YEAH! SPANK MY NASTY FUCKING ASS!! Mulder licked Scully's giggling breast. With every hard thrust, her pussy lowered on Mulder's dick, and vice versa. "YESSS! FUCCKK MEE!!! I LOOVVE ITT!!! OHH, YEAH!!! CUM INSIDE ME!!" The two agents gave her a few more hard thrusts. OH! YES! I'M CUMMING! they said. "YES! CUM UP MY ASS! CUM IN MY PUUSSY! OH, FUCK! I'M CUUMMINNG!" The beautiful women said as she orgasmed over Doggett and Mulder's cocks. "OHH! FUCK! AHHH!!" They, too, came into Scully's pussy and asshole. "AHHHHH! DAMN, that was AMAZING!! "It was," she agreed. The agents dressed and said their good-byes. "Will I see you again?" "FUCK, YEAH! They insisted. However, before they could keep their promises, both were killed. Reader's note-If for any chance this story receives rave reviews, (higher than 4), I'll just resurrect the agents. Otherwise, you won't hear from the agents again. Reunion The reunion was in full swing, as I took in the sight of fellow classmates from my graduating class. Skyline High School was the pride of Salt Lake City, Utah; Go Eagles! Ten years wasn't a long time, but it was a good chance to get reacquainted with some of my old friends. To be honest, I was a little bit of a dick back then. The crowd I sort of ran with, like to harass some of the other kids. We were jocks, without a clue of the effect we had on others. Today it would be called bullying. Back then it was entertainment. I didn't really get into it like others did, but I didn't try and stop it either. I didn't want to rock the boat, but sometimes the others got a little carried away. It was stupid, but many of the guys were good at stupid. The war in Iraq changed things for me. I was a field medic and saw my fair share of the kind of misery that only man is capable of inflicting. We fight about differences in ethnicities, Religion and boundaries. If we could just see that everyone of us is different in some way; maybe we could get past our fears and discover that our differences are really our strengths. Anyway, I set about to mingle and see who had changed and who hadn't. Some of the former cheerleaders had approached me. I was center on the offensive line, only because I was big enough to stop most of the opponent's defense till our QB Brad Johnson could get rid of the ball. Cindy and Melanie both said hi. I had a little crush on Melanie at the time, but she was dating one of the half backs. That's when I saw Brad. He was a big prick back then. " Murphy, you old hound dog. How's it hanging?" "Hey, Brad. What you been up to?" I shook his hand and he tried to crush mine like always. Change 'back then' to 'still is'. "Got myself a sweet deal selling cars, Rick." Football player to car salesman, boy there's a stretch, if I ever saw one. "What do you do to occupy your working time?" Wow; occupy; he was up to three syllable words now. "I'm a paramedic at LDS hospital, Brad. I was a medic in the Army and it just seemed natural." "Bet you seen some gory stuff, Ricky boy!" He smiled and nudged me with his elbow. "I have seen some nasty shit, Brad. Sometimes it's hard to forget." "Seen any naked puss?" I shook my head. "You plan on growing up this decade Brad?" His eyes narrowed. "Maybe you need me to remind you about the good old days Murphy." He was still a big bastard. Brute force was always his answer. Back then it worked. After my 4 years in the army, he was a joke. "Don't waste your time Brad. I'm sure some of your other cronies would be more than happy to put up with your bullshit." "Just watch yourself Ricky." A pretty blonde woman approached and put her arm around Brad's waist. "Honey. Is this another one of your football buddies?" "No baby, he's just some jerk I used to know." He gave me a withering glare and lead her off to greener pastures. Good thing too, cause I really didn't want to cause a scene. I talked to a few more people and quickly realized I had very little in common with any of them. I was just about to say goodbye to this part of my life, when I got the strange feeling I was being watched. The hair didn't stand up on my neck or anything and it wasn't like my spidey sense went off. But something was nagging me so I turned around. She just stood there. Her eyes smoldered as they locked on mine. If the statue of Venus De Milo grew arms and turned to real flesh; this is what she would look like. Shoulder length dark hair fell in ringlets around her olive complexioned face. Full, extremely kissable lips formed a smile that was half way between innocent and erotic. My mouth dried up entirely as I took in the low-cut crimson dress that almost failed to encompass her sensuous charms. She was sex incarnate, atop a pair of matching 'fuck me' heels. The vision glided forward and I turned to see who she was smiling at. There was no one behind me. When I turned back, she appeared in front of me and her scent was almost intoxicating. I had dreams similar to this, but they fell far short of her beauty. "Hi, Rick. Been a long time." The voice she spoke with was low and sultry. It matched the mirage before me. Her name tag announced her as Samantha Martin. She smiled as I hunted in vain for my voice. "You might not remember me Rick. I'--ve changed a bit." I swallowed hard. "H---hi." I stammered. "H--how have you been?" I had no clue of who she was. Her smile widened. "It's Sam; Sam Martin, Rick." The only Sam Martin I knew of was the boy that lived down the street where I grew up. His parents adopted him from Columbia and was the same age as me. He would come down and we'd shoot hoops or watch movies. This couldn't be him. "Remember when we would watch cartoons after school?" Holy shit! It was him! "S--Sam?" I paused "When did this happen?" "I'--ve wanted to be a girl forever, Rick. I just never said anything to you about it." "Wow Sam, I wouldn't have ever guessed." I was still backpedaling. "I don't answer to Sam any more Rick. I'm either Samantha or Sammy. I began transitioning just before graduation. I started T blockers and hormones back then. Mom and Dad thought it was just a phase, but they finally came around and they have been cool ever since." "O-kay, Samantha." I was wondering what to say next when Brad returned. "Hey Murphy. Did you know you were talking to a freak?" Samantha blushed red. "Yes Brad, but I try and make allowances for you anyway." He grabbed me by the collar." That's it Ricky! You've been asking for this." I wasn't first in my platoon in martial arts for nothing. I took hold of his fist and applied some pressure. It was a very painful grip. He dropped to one knee as he yelled. Sammy's eyes grew wide as I turned toward her. "Want to blow this dump Samantha? Maybe we could get some dinner." She nodded as Brad whimpered on the floor. This hold didn't break fingers, but it sure felt like it would. I released him. As we walked away, Brad yelled. "Take your nasty tranny and get out of here Murphy." I stopped and thought about going back and having a 'man to victim' talk with him. Samantha slipped her arm in mine. "He's not worth it Rick. Let's go." She whispered. _____________________________ An hour later we were eating at La Trafois, in the downtown area. It was a bit more upscale than where I usually went to dine out. But we were both dressed up and I wanted to give Samantha a good impression. There was no awkward silence at all. I know this should have been a bizarre situation, but somehow it wasn't. It was like we had never lost contact. We talked about what use to be. She talked about what she did to change her life and then we talked about how much of a jerk Brad was and still is. The time flew by. I found out that she lived by herself and sold real-estate up in Bountiful. " I still get the occasional nasty comment from people that use to know me. I just ignore them." She shrugged. "I have a new life now and I love it." I finally had the nerve to say what I had been thinking all along. "I don't know if this was meant to be Samantha; but you are truly beautiful! I can't see why anybody would object to you as you are. You are 100% female in my book and I am not afraid to say so." My time in the military taught me to make swift decisions and I always ran with them. It was very rare that I was wrong. She put her hand on mine. "That was so sweet of you, Rick. But the percentage is more like 95." She hesitated and her features reddened slightly, she glanced down at the table. "I have to admit, I had a slight crush on you back in school. The chance of seeing you was the only reason I even went tonight." It was my turn to blush. "I don't know what to say Sammy." I really turned crimson when I realized that we were holding hands. I gently pulled away. A slight sadness crept into her beautiful eyes. "I didn't mean to embarrass you Rick. It's just so nice to see you again." I was so attracted to her. As far as I was concerned, my friend Sam had vanished and never returned. We finished eating and it came time for us to leave. Before we could exit a rather beautiful woman in a chef's uniform approached us. Samantha broke into a wide grin when she recognized her. They hugged. "Why didn't you tell me you were here Sammy? When I came out to chat with a friend, I saw you two about to leave." "Kim, this is a high school friend of mine; Rick Murphy. Rick; this is Kimberly Myers. She is one of the chefs here and a good friend." I shook her hand and we exchanged pleasantries. "That's a coincidence. My boyfriend is named Rick also." "He's-- not my boyfriend Kim." She reddened nicely. "Just a friend." 'Boy that wasn't awkward.' I thought. Out in my Blazer, Samantha spoke up. "I am sorry Rick. I didn't mean for that to happen." "You mean the part where Kim mistook me for your boyfriend?" I smiled. "I didn't notice." She batted my arm playfully. "Oh you!" I took Sammy home. She had taken a taxi to the reunion, so it was the least I could do. She stopped at the door. "Any chance you want to come in or have I scared you off yet?" "It's early." I stated. She smiled, unlocked the door and we went inside. She checked her messages and offered me a beer. We talked for a few hours and a few more beers. I looked at the time. It was starting to get late. "I think I had better get going Sammy. I don't want to overstay my welcome." "You don't have to rush off Rick. It's not that late!" We both rose off the sofa and moved toward the door. "I would say that you need your beauty sleep, but that would be a damn lie." I looked into her eyes. I had the feeling I could get lost there forever. Her smile lit up the room. "That was so sweet Rick. It really is good to see you again." "I have your number." I replied. " Maybe we can go out again sometime." She opened the door, but I just stood there. I was going to shake her hand and suddenly she hugged me. "Funny how Kim thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend." "I know Rick,----- it was funny." She didn't look convincing. " Will you call me?" She kissed my cheek. "S--sure Samantha. I think I will. Night." I walked out into the dark. When I got out to my car I hesitated and then finally pulled my phone out. I dialed her number. "Rick? Is that you?" "Is this too soon to call, beautiful?" She giggled. "No handsome." The phone went dead. "Samantha. Samantha." There was no answer. "I'm right behind you." I turned and there she was. I had been fighting something all evening and I finally gave in. I took her in my arms and kissed her. It was a surprise at first, but soon her arms were around my neck and the kiss became intense. After a bit we parted. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you, handsome." "How long have you wanted me to kiss you?" "Since I first saw you tonight." We kissed again. This one was longer. "That was wonderful." She purred. I couldn't help myself. It was like I was a junkie and she was my fix. My arms slid around her waist and I was lost again. We came up for air. "We might be more comfortable inside." She offered, slightly out of breath. "I have the feeling that if I went inside, I would be hard to get rid of." "I'll take that chance Rick." She took my hand. Her eyes seemed to hold a question "Are you alright with who I use to be?" I smiled. "Samantha, as far as I am concerned, you were already my friend. That's a good start." She hugged me and her tongue grazed my ear. "What kind of a friend do you want baby?" Well, it didn't take a house to fall on me. We were inside scant moments later. Our clothing left a trail to her bedroom. Her crimson bra and panty set showed off a figure that would put any Hollywood actress to shame. I was down to my briefs as we slid into bed. Samantha's tongue grazed my lips and the race was on. She was warm and sensuous and in my arms. Samantha told me earlier that she hadn't had her final surgery yet. I would have like to say that I wondered about how she wanted to proceed, but my other head was doing the thinking for me. Her mouth assaulted mine and I surrendered with no terms. I could feel her tears on my face when she rolled on top of me. "You don't know how long I waited for this moment Rick. I- hope you are ok with th---." "Less talking and more kissing." I interrupted. She squealed and we were kissing again. She shifted and slowly slid down my body. "Would you mined if I sucked your cock?" "W--why, no." I stammered. "Help yourself." I have to admit I am average in size, but it felt like I had a 4x4 between my legs as she inhaled me. Lord almighty. I have had a few women obliged enough to do this for me, but they paled in comparison to Samantha. Her eyes locked on mine as she slowly pumped her mouth up and down my cock. Her tongue swirled around me on every upstroke. I was going to blow if I didn't stop her. I pulled her up to me. "I wasn't done Baby. We were just getting to the good part." She complained. "There is no doubt that I want you Sammy. But I want it too be good for you as well." "Are you ready for this?" She slid her hand around my cock and pumped it a few times. I was going Crazy. "Samantha, I'm harder than Chinese algebra." "Good." She giggled and reached for something in her nightstand. She motioned me to slide over and after a bit pulled me on top. " Easy Baby. Nice and easy." She guided me into her. I slowly slid in till I bottomed out. "Oh, Fuck." She purred. It took everything I had not to pound her little asshole. I slid out, just as slow, but not completely. Then back in. It was almost agony! "Fuck, yes Baby! That's it. Faster!" I am a gentleman so I had to oblige. Besides, neither of us were in control. It was mutual. We kissed. The build up was quick and we came together. I have never felt like this with any other woman. I slid down beside her. She cuddled up to me. "I think I could get use to this Sammy." There were tears in her eyes. She sobbed. "I lied to you Rick. I have loved you since we were kids." She buried her face in my chest. I held her as she cried. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "No need for you to cry Samantha. So you got a head start on me." She sniffed. "What do you mean Rick?" "I mean that I have a strange feeling I'm going to want you in my life, from now on." Samantha's tears stopped flowing. "Really?" "Really!" I replied. She nuzzled into me tighter. "I don't suppose I could bunk over tonight?" "Got any references?" She giggled. I took hold of her hand and placed it on my hardening member. "Hmm. I think that will do Baby." _______________________________________ The next morning I was roused by movement next to me. My eyes opened as I caught the aroma of Sammy's hair. She was spooned up against me, with my arm over her form. We were both naked. "I had a dream that I made love with a beautiful woman." She rolled over to face me. "Did you see her?" I asked. "You are a rat Mr. Murphy!" She lightly punched my chest. I pulled her close. Even in the stark light of day, she was beautiful and exotic. I took in her form. She had grapefruit sized breasts with dark brown areolas. They crushed up against me. Her lips were just as soft as last night. "Can I make you some breakfast?" I finally asked. "You want to make me breakfast?" She grinned. "I can't pass up an opportunity like that." I like to cook so the cream cheese and fruit crepes were a snap. As we ate, Sammy made sure I heard the proper amount of yummy sounds. I gave her a strange look. "Have to make sure you are motivated so you'll cook like this more often." She muttered in between bites. A shower was next and I watched her ass as it sashayed into the walk-in. It was a true mystery how the hell could Samantha's booty be so perfect? Her entire body was amazingly feminine! She turned around and laughed. "My eyes are up here baby!" "Just taking in the sights sweetie. Got a nice swing on your back porch." "I bet you say that to all of the women that you fucked the shit out of last night." "Only if they're as beautiful as you, my dear." We showered and toweled off. Her breasts wiggled as she dried off her back. I couldn't help myself. "Is that a stick or are you just happy to see me?" Samantha giggled. I looked down and exaggerated surprise. "Where did that come from?" She reached over and took hold of my erection. She smiled. " I don't know where it came from, but I know where it's going." We slid back into bed. My hand reached down to her cock. It was small and slightly darker than her olive skin. "Baby." She reddened and pulled back a bit. A tear appeared in her eye. "I--- I don't want you to have to----." "Shhh Samantha. This is you." I said. "If you want to do surgery later on, it's okay. But I am willing to accept you as you are. Please don't be ashamed." "Baby. I don't want you to think I'm not a real---." "You are a real woman, Samantha." I interrupted. "Don't forget that." I rose up on one elbow and looked into her eyes. "I laid awake last night for a while, thinking. I finally realized a few things. Number one: You make the cutest sounds in your sleep." She smiled. God; was she beautiful! "Number two: It has been hard for me to trust anybody completely since Iraq, but I trust you. Don't ask me why." Sammy's eyes started to turn glassy and I reached over and held her face with my hand. "Is there a number three?" "Yes." I smiled. "I have thought about it a lot and I have come to a conclusion." "And that would be?" "That I am pretty damn sure that I love you too." She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. After a moment I raised her chin to face me and kiss her sweet lips. Her hand found it's way down to my cock. "Think your friend here, wants to play?" "Could be, Rabbit." I watched as she slid down pulled my erection into her mouth. She pumped her toy and licked the head. "I'm going to get my treat this time." She stated flatly. "If you want it so bad, then you're going to give me mine." I slid under her and she squeaked. Her cock was in my face. It was smooth, light brown and hairless. I would have bet good money that I would never have thought about doing something like this before, but since last night I threw caution out the window. My lips pulled her into my mouth and she groaned, her mouth full of my own cock. Never in a million years would I have thought that this would have been this erotic. She tasted so good and became more ridged. Our mutual groans only made the experience more intense. I grabbed her ass cheeks and forced her farther into my mouth. I lavished her with my tongue and did a little of my own pumping. Samantha groaned and her cock swelled. She spewed into my mouth as she pulled away from my erection and yelled. It tasted sweet and salty, but came from the women I loved. Sammy clamped back down on me and soon I was filling her mouth as well. After it was over she slid beside me. "That was incredible Baby." "You weren't too bad yourself, pretty lady." She snuggled up to me. We kissed. "Ricky, I have to show a house in an hour. I have to leave. I'm sorry" "Can I come back over tonight? If you liked my breakfast; you'll love my dinners." She pouted. "I would love that, but I made plans to go to my parents for dinner. Can I have a rain check?" "Do you think that they would mind if I tagged along?" Her eyes narrowed. "You really want to do that? My Dad is a little over protective." "It's going to have to happen sooner or later, my love." "Okay, Baby. Meet me back here at four and we can drive together." That worked for me. I had a errand to run before we got back together anyway. Reunion _______________________________ They still lived in the same home. Robert and Emily Martin, looked pretty much the same as they use to. A little older maybe. We briefly got reacquainted and Sammy went to help her mom finish dinner. Robert offered me a beer from a fridge in the garage. He unscrewed the cap from his and took a sip. He eyed me and crossed his arms. "How long have you known you were gay, Rick?" "E--excuse me sir?" "No need to play games son. How long you knew?" "I am not gay sir." "I wasn't born yesterday, son. I saw the way you looked at each other. You've been boinking my son. So how long?" "Number one: she is your daughter and what we do is none of your business." I thought that he understood. Evidently not! "He's got a pecker, doesn't he?" "She is a woman Sir!" I was starting to get pissed. " I don't care what you say about me, but I am not going to let you run her down, understood?" "So you're going to defend her, even to her own father?" "I'll defend her to anybody, Sir!" I was really pissed now! The man had the gall to smile. "Settle down Rick. I had to test you. We have accepted her as Samantha for quite a while now. I just had to know if you had the stones to take care of her." "Daddy! What did you do?" Sammy and her Mom had just entered the garage. "Rob! What did I tell you?" " Emma, I was just making sure Sammy's boyfriend had her six." I had forgotten that he use to be a cop. He reached out his hand. My anger faded. I guess I would do the same thing in his place. "I understand sir!" I was relieved and took his hand. Sammy slid into my arms and hugged me. "If you two are done sparing, dinner's ready." Her Mom announced. We had just finished a wonderful meal. I had forgotten how good of a cook Sammy's mom was. I took a sip of my coffee. "That was wonderful Mrs. M." "You always had a good appetite, Rick. It really is nice to see you again." I set back in my chair. It was now or never. " Are the two of you ok with Sammy and me?" Mrs. Martin glanced at her husband and took his hand. "We accept Samantha as a woman. Believe me, it took a while. But once we did, all we could want for her is to be happy. Samuel was unsure and sad, but Samantha--- she's like a butterfly." A tear formed in her eye. "Sam was our baby." Robert continued. "We looked for years to find ways to help. Then one day he told us he wanted to be a girl. We balked at first, but realized that with each small step, Samantha came alive. Samuel didn't die, because he was never really there. Each day brought her closer and closer. We came to the conclusion that it was meant to be." He smiled and looked her way. " Besides she's a little hard to shut up." "Daddy!" Samantha complained as her dad chuckled. "She was out of school and we helped in the ways we could." Sammy's mom continued. "She started taking transition drugs and we made changes in her wardrobe. Samantha blossomed and we realized that she was happy. We financed some of her surgery. She learned how to be a realtor and eventually moved out. One night she was over for dinner. She confided with me that she had always loved you, Rick." Mrs. Martin glanced at her daughter. "Samantha told me she was going to the reunion to see you. I was afraid she was going to be hurt. I never in my wildest dreams thought that you two could be together as a couple. We are so happy for the two of you." She smiled. I set back and took it all in. "I know that we have only been together for a day." I took Sammy's hand and looked into her eyes. "But I truly love you Samantha." I patted my leg. "I love you too, Baby." She climbed into my lap. She leaned back against me. "Oh, what's in your shirt pocket?" "I don't know Sammy. You'd better look." She reached in. "What the heck is---?" She gasped as she pulled out my surprise. "I hope you like it Samantha. I picked it up while you were showing your house." She just stared, her mouth open." "Looks like you finally found a way to shut her up son." Robert Martin grinned. "My God Samantha, it's beautiful." Her mom was almost as shocked. Sammy held up the engagement ring I bought her. "Hope it fits. Not sure if they will take it b-----." Samantha's kiss cut me off. _____________________________ I moved in with Samantha, seeing as I only had an apartment. Surprisingly enough, the adjustment was minor. As a paramedic, I worked a 24 on and 48 off shift, so every third night she spent by herself. We got to where we worked together like spokes on a wheel. On the nights I had off, we fucked like bunnies. You know; I was never much of a ladies man, so I never dated a lot. I never really knew what I was missing till Sammy showed up. Who knows; maybe it was meant to be. It was our third month Anniversary and her birthday. My pretty lady had come home after showing four homes in a row. I could tell her ass was dragging. I was waiting for her with a surprise. Sammy called out to me, confused, because I usually met her at the door. By the time she found me I was set up in the extra bedroom with the new massage table I bought her, for her birthday. "Happy birthday Sammy. Care to take it for a spin?" Her smile said it all. She stripped and I helped her on. I pre-warmed the oil and started on her back and shoulders. "Oh!" She groaned. "That is so heavenly!" Her beautiful olive skin glistened as I worked her trapezius and deltoids. "Might have known you would find another way to get your hands on my body." "Am I making you uncomfortable?" I teased. "I could stop." "Don't you dare." She moaned. "Yeah, Baby. Right there!" I worked the oil in to her arms, her back and then her ass. As much as I've seen her lovely butt, I never got use to how perfect it was. I did a real bad impression of broken English. "You want Happy Ending? Cost you extra!" She giggled. "If you give me happy ending; I love you long time Joe." She teased back. She rolled over. Her erection was only about four inches, but it was harder than last year's fruitcake. "What do you expect me to do with that?" Samantha smiled. "She needs a kiss, Baby." Her hand reached up to my head. "I don't kiss on the fir---." I guess it didn't matter, because she pulled me down and soon my mouth was full of her cock. Sure; like I didn't want that to happen. I bobbed a few times. "Yeah, Baby. That's the way Momma likes it." She breathed. I pulled up. "Sammy, it's a shame that you are so shy. I think th---." She pulled my head down again. "Less talking; more sucking." I was going to say 'my pleasure'; but it's rude to talk with your mouth full. After a bit, she pulled me off again and jumped off the table. My shorts were pulled down around my ankles and she swallowed my dick. "Hey, I thought you were tired, Sammy?" She could really suck cock! She worked me over good. Soon she was up again and bent over the table. Sammy looked over her shoulder. "I hope I don't have to paint you a picture." "Damn it Baby. You are so HOT!" The oil I had used on her ass helped me to slide in. She gasped. "What nothing to say, Samantha?" "Fuck me Baby! Make me cum!" She growled. I started pounding her ass. I knew she liked it rough sometimes, but she started ramming herself back at me. I had her sandwiched between me and the table and really gave it to her. She screamed and laid limp on the table. I thought I had hurt her, I took Sammy in my arms. She looked up at me, a little glazed over. "Damn, that was good baby!" She reached for my cock. "Does my Ricky need to be finished off?" I simply nodded. "Good, 'cause Sammy needs her protein." I slid onto the table and Samantha slid her mouth onto my dick. Within moments she had milked me dry. ______________________________ We were on our way back from the Snowbird, ski lodge. We had reservations for Sammy's birthday dinner. The late Autumn sun was just setting over the desert as we traveled down the mountain road. I held her hand. Even after three months, it was hard to believe that this lovely woman was mine. Samantha saw it first. The headlights of a car shone, upwards down by the next curve. That bend had a nasty reputation for being an wreck magnet. I could see in our headlights that the guard rail had been taken out. It was a shallow swale, so there weren't many fatalities, but the insurance companies still hated it. I pulled over out of the way and flipped up my cell. The 911 operator answered. "Automobile accident. Parley Canyon Rd. One vehicle. Switchback Ravine." I handed my phone to Sammy. "Stay here." I told her. But she was already pulling on jeans and sneakers, she had stashed in the blazer. "You might need help Baby." "Damn it Sammy!" I didn't argue. "Be careful my love." "You too baby!" We started sliding down the slope. Funny thing, the last time I was here, I picked up a man who had been stuck by lightning, trying to rescue a woman from another accident. The car was on it's side. Unfortunately the closer I got, the more I could smell gasoline. The tank must have ruptured. The vehicle had a big sunroof. Thank God it was open. There were two people in the car; a man and a woman. He was moving; she wasn't. He raised his head up when I pounded on the roof. Fuck! It was Brad Johnson. He yelled when he saw me. The car was upright on the driver's side and the blonde woman was suspended by her seat belt. "Brad, we got to get you two out of there. When I say now, I want you to pop her belt." "Save Shelly. Leave me if you want, but save her." He was crying. "We're going to get you both out Brad." I positioned myself to drag her out through the roof. Sammy came around from the other side of the car. "Better hurry Baby. There is gas pouring from the tank." My Samantha had the same guts as her dad. "Now Brad." He popped the seat belt and supported the woman as I took hold of her. She woke up as I hauled her out. Sammy put her arm under her shoulder and helped her limp away. "You're next Buddy." I grabbed his arm as he unbuckled his own belt. It was a lot more effort, but soon he was standing on his own. We headed back for the slope as two fireman helped Sammy and the woman back up to the road. Two more pulled Brad and I down the swale farther as a bucket chopper dumped it's payload of water on the car. This insured that the car wouldn't catch fire. I recognized the fire engine company as one of the ones I worked with, in the past. The guys got Brad and myself back up to the road, as paramedics treated the woman. "Man, you guys got here fast." One of the fireman, John Desoto, helped Brad over to the ambulance. "The driver called 911 ten minutes before you did Murphy. By the way, thanks for doing our work for us, Buddy." He smiled. The woman turned out to be the same blonde I saw at the reunion. Shelly was Brad's wife. She ended up with a broken arm and a minor concussion. I think that the worst that happened to Brad, was he came close to shitting his pants. They were transported to LDS hospital and Sammy and I headed for home. ________________________________ Two weeks later I had pulled a large tray of my homemade lasagna out of the oven, when the doorbell buzzed. Sammy checked on our visitor as I placed the pan on the table. I heard some people talking. I thought it might be her parents, so I headed for the living room. Samantha was being hugged by someone with his back to me. "Thank you for saving Shelly, Samantha." "Brad?" Sure enough, it was Brad Johnson. He turned to me as I saw his wife also hug Sammy. He saw me. "Rick. Thank you and Samantha for what you did. You saved us!" I hated to tell Brad that the fireman would have had no problem, but I wanted to see where this was going. I stuck out my hand, which he bypassed entirely and got me in a bear hug. "Thanks Buddy. You can't imagine how grateful we are." Well, the man was sincere. "Brad, Baby!" Shelly spoke up. "Oh, yeah. Samantha I wanted to apologize for what I said, back at the reunion. Not only was it way out of line, it was plain wrong." My, God. What, did Hell freeze over? "We don't want to intrude on your day any more, but we want you to know, Samantha and Rick; we are very grateful to the two of you for what you did." Shelly smiled. I was really beginning to like her. Sammy looked at me. "You two hungry? We just took dinner out of the oven and we have plenty?" "We don't want to be a bother guys." Brad offered. "No bother at all. Right Honey?" I hesitated and swallowed hard. "Uh--no bother guys." "Come on. Lets eat." Sammy took Shelly into the kitchen with her. Brad put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me a little too close. "Buddy, the next time you need a new vehicle; come see me. I'll get you one at cost." You know, I think I liked the old Brad better. We walked into the kitchen. "Don't suppose you guys play cards?" I got the strange feeling it was going to be a long night. Reunion "Hey!" Voices I hadn't heard in a decade called out to me. I turn to find myself embraced against a warm soft bosom. "How are you?" she asked in her persistent shrill. She always was the excitable, perky one, whose breasts quiver uncontrollably whenever she giggles. "I'm great, actually. How are you doing?" "Couldn't complain!" Her beaming smile was annoyingly contagious. I found my mouth mirroring hers as we proceeded with chitchat. "I'm surprised at this turnout, but it's nice to see how everyone is doing now. And they picked such a nice hotel for the reunion." "Yeah, I know! Did you check out the little bottles of shampoo they gave?" Her voice dropped to excited hush tones, "Name brand stuff. I called room service and told them my room didn't have any and got some extra bottles." She winked, a little too proud of her victory. I smiled and nodded affirmation of her deviousness. "I live just 5 stops down, so no hotel glory for me." Soon, others spotted us across the room and they joined in our small talk. Each time a new person came up we would recap everything from the previous people's updates on their lives. I excused myself to get another drink at the bar. "White Russian, please." I sipped it slowly, watching the reconnections being made around the room. A few more people wandered over and we engaged in conventional catch up. We laughed and reminisced, but in the back of my mind, there was only one person I wanted to see. The last we saw each other was 10 years ago at the airport. We had spent that summer together. Nothing happened back then. Nothing more than secret glances and sly smiles. His eyes penetrated me so thoroughly, and back then, that was enough to spark nightly fires. I squirmed in my dress, thinking back to those warm summer nights. My mind wandered back to us standing atop of the peak, looking out at the city below us. The last excursion of our summer trip was to watch the sunset from the highest point in the city. The night view was already enough to take my breath away. The dotted lights from the skyscrapers formed grounded constellations, stories of the city floating in the glow. We both leaned with our forearms against the railing, looking out across the twinkling splendor at our feet, smiling at our own thoughts. I looked over at him and wondered what he was thinking. As though he read my mind, he turned to me, leaned in close and pointed to the buildings and lights to the far left. He told me that was exactly what his hometown looked like. There was a proud and reminiscent tone in his voice. I wished I could've melted into him. My fingers absentmindedly started stroking my collarbone and down my chest before raucous laughter jolted me from my trance. After my second drink and still no sign of him, I decided to head home. I glance around the room once more as I made my way towards the coat check, saying farewell and "See you in 10 years!" to those I pass. As I stood at the counter waiting for the coat check to find my things, I heard someone announce in aggravation, "You've GOT to be kidding me. How does a hotel just LOSE someone's reservation?!" I look around the corner and there he stood. He was still gesturing and yelling when I approached him. "Jeff?" He turned towards me and all signs of annoyance disappeared from his face. We hugged like old classmates do. "What's going on here?" I asked, my eyes shifting towards the manager behind the counter. He let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "I am homeless for the evening. My reservation has mysteriously disappeared. Are you staying here tonight? Maybe I can just bunk with you like the old days," he joked, slapping my arm. "Ha!" My face flushed, hopefully not as red as I felt. "Yeah... No, I live a few stops from here actually. If you don't mind couch crashing for a couple of days, you're more than welcome to stay with me." He contemplated the offer carefully. "Are you sure I won't be putting you out?" "Well..." I feigned hesitancy, then smiled and said, "Of course not! Come on, let's store your luggage, you can say hi to a few people, we'll come back to get your stuff and head over to my place." I turn to the hotel manager, "I assume the least you could do is store his luggage for free, correct?" Before the manager could answer, Jeff taps my hand and says, "Don't worry about it. I'm not really in the mood to see anyone right now. Can we just head back to your place?" "Sure, sure, of course. I was on my way out anyway." As we started to walk towards the doors, he asked, "So how comfortable is your couch?" "Oh, it's the most comfortable couch your ass will ever have the pleasure of sitting on." Luckily, we managed to catch a cab on our way out. It was starting to drizzle when we stepped out. Any later and we'd be stuck in the downpour or fighting our way through the subway with drenched clothes and luggage. The ride was short but we used the time to catch up a little. By the time the cab stopped in front of my apartment, rain was coming down in ribbons. We ran inside as fast as we could but were so soaked our shoes made squishing sounds as we walked up the stairs. I helped him put his things in the living room as he took off his shoes and hung up his coat. "I guess this will be your room for the next couple of days. Which day are you heading out?" "Kicking me out already?" "No, no!" I answered, probably a little too defensively. He laughed at my reaction, "I catch the Monday morning flight back." That's so soon. I caught myself staring at him as he shifted his things around my living room. Hopefully before he realized, I snapped out of it and ran to grab him a towel to dry off. When I came back, he had already started unbuttoning his shirt. Straining my eyes not to stray from his, I asked if he wanted to shower first. He accepted and grabbed his things. I led him down the short hallway where the bathroom was on the right and my room on the left on the end. After I showed him all the little nuances of the old, rickety toilet and shower, I ducked back into my room to change out of my wet dress and, sigh, torn stockings (damn it, when did that happen?) and threw my bra and underwear into the hamper. I looked in my dresser for sleepwear. My lips smirked at my lingerie stash, but I shook my head, Let's keep it PG tonight. I grabbed a pair of cotton shorts, wife beater, and oversized flannel shirt instead. I went back out to my open kitchen and poured two glasses of water, leaned back against the counter and stared at his things. I noticed some blue and white string dangling from one of his bags. A familiarity with it drew me in for a closer look. It was the bracelet I had made him all those years ago. The bathroom door unlocked and he stepped out in just a pair of shorts with the towel draped over his shoulders. "Whew! For an old shower, that was an incredibly powerful shower head." I smiled and handed him the glass of water, this time not even trying to hide how much I was enjoying the view of his well-toned chest and stomach. He reached out slowly for the water, sensing my wolf-like stare. "What?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied, trying to sound innocent. I sat on the couch and motioned for him to join me. We started talking about the past, present and future. We laughed at each other's stories and offered understanding for the less fortunate events. As the hours passed, we slid closer and closer to each other. There were a few times when our eyes would linger in each other's a moment longer, but one of us would smile and look away. "I can't believe it's 2 a.m. already. All right, I'm going to take a quick shower and get to bed. I think there's a whole day of activities planned for us tomorrow." I got up and just before I reached the bathroom, he called my name, "Annie?" I turned to him, "Yeah?" "Umm... thanks for letting me stay here." "Of course. I'm just glad you were able to make it out here." I paused. "I've missed you." He smiled, "Same." I closed the door behind me and almost fell back against it. After all these years, he still has the same effect on me. I reached into my shorts and slid two fingers into my pussy, the wetness already pooling at the opening. My body writhed beyond my control and slammed against the door, rattling its hinges. Shit. Gotta be quieter. I quickly turned on the shower, undressed and stepped in. The hot water rapped against my skull and flowed down every inch of skin. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples. Instinctively, my hand picked up where it had left off, massaging feverishly into my soft folds. I imagined his hands firmly on my hip, fingers kneading my flesh. I leaned back against the shower wall and stroked my clit, imagining holding his face against my pussy, his tongue tracing circles on my nub. I rubbed my thumb against my erect nipples and firmly swirled my fingers against my g-spot. A few more firm taps and I came. I had to bite my bottom lip to stifle the usual loud moans from bursting forth. I quickly finished my shower, wrapped a towel around my body and darted across the hall to my bedroom. Before I could turn on the light, a flash of lightning followed by a crack loud enough to have been the sky ripping apart vibrated through the apartment. I closed my eyes and let the thunder rumble through me when suddenly my bedroom door flew open. I lost my grip on the towel when I swung around at the sound and saw him standing in the doorway. "Shit! I'm sorry! I..." he tried to avert his eyes from my naked body. I quickly knelt down to grab the towel and covered my front side. "It's fine, but what the hell??" "I heard the thunder and was worried you'd be scared." At first, he tried to avoid looking, but his eyes couldn't stop throwing glances my way. "Seriously?" I smiled at his ridiculous excuse to come in, but couldn't help feeling very impressed. "Umm, no. I love thunderstorms. Are YOU scared?" I teased. His gaze laid still on me now. I walked up to him and asked him again, "Are you scared?" Lightning flashed and the lights in my room went out. Another symptom of old city buildings. Neither of us budged. Finally, he said, "I'm... terrified..." "Good." I threw both arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The towel dropped and our bare chests pressed together fully. We clawed at each other's flesh feverishly. I could feel the temperature rise between my legs while his hard dick pressed into my stomach. I reached into his shorts and wrapped my hand around his erection. "Mmmm...You're hard as a rock," I whispered in his ear, "I want it in my mouth, and my wet pussy." His arms slid down my body, lifted me by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his body. He walked us over to the bed, laid me down on my back and hungrily sucked on my breasts. The tip of his tongue teased my nipples, circling and slurping. His thumb massaged my clit while the rest of his fingers slid in and out of my wet pussy. "Shit! That feels so good, please don't stop, please don't..." My body writhed uncontrollably under his touch. He nibbled down my body to my pussy. I had imagined his fingers and tongue a thousand times, but never thought it would bring this amount of pleasure. In a sudden movement, he pulled me to the edge of bed and turned me over. He continued licking my pussy from behind. My hands clutched at the sheets as I grunted into the mattress. He pushed my ass higher in the air and rubbed the head of his cock against my wet opening. He slowly eased inside me and it felt like the longest journey for him to reach the back of my cunt. I've never been so fully cock-stuffed. I nearly came when he buried his cock to the hilt. He firmly grabbed hold of my hips and started rocking back and forth, penetrating deeper and harder with each thrust. "YES, Yes!!" I couldn't help screaming. I could hear his breathing growing more ragged. In the height of his bucking fervor, his hand struck down on my ass. I gasped in pain, but it actually turned me on more. It made me feel so dirty and wanted more. He slowed down and pulled out. I turned to face him and instead saw his cock waving in my face. I held it with both hands and licked it from bottom to the tip, tasting my own juices. I looked up into his eyes before swallowing his hard dick deep into my throat. I sucked and pumped his dick until it was rock hard again. He pushed me onto my back and spread my legs wide. "Are you ready for more?" he asked as he stroked himself, crawling closer. My pussy got wetter at the sight of his hard cock. He leaned down and lapped at my pussy then kissed up my stomach, breasts and finally our lips met again and I could taste myself on his tongue. My fingertips brushed down his toned stomach, reaching for his dick, rubbing it at my slick opening, anticipating his thickness. He sucked at my neck and licked my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how much you want it," he commanded, continuing to bite my neck, his hand on my breast, thumb rubbing my nipple roughly. "More than my life." "What do you want me to do? Tell me." "I want you to fuck me with your big cock." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. He popped his cock head in and pulled it out. "Mmm!! Don't tease me! I want to feel you deep inside me." He thrust his cock so far inside me, my back arched and I yelped out in pain and pleasure. The fine line between the two was blurred with each subsequent thrust. He fucked me so hard I felt like a rag doll. He sat up on his haunches and pulled me up, lifting me up and down on his dick. His mouth caught my nipple and he sucked on it harder than candy. My pussy felt like it was on fire. I pushed him onto his back and furiously rode him until my orgasm erupted, clutching at his stiff cock. He wrapped his arms around my waist and he ferociously jackhammered up into my wanton pussy. "Ahh! Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he shouted. His fierce, rapid strokes made me cum again. Damn, this boy could fuck. I could feel his cum dripping from my pussy. He watched as I dipped my finger between my legs and licked his cum from my fingers. He pulled my face down for a kiss. I pushed him back and said, "I think I need another shower..." He followed me in and we had sex again under the hot running water up against the shower wall. We spent the next day at the reunion, giving each other quick secret pats and squeezes. The excitement of teasing each other in front of so many other people made us so hot we couldn't wait to get back to my apartment. We snuck to the parking garage, our hands unable to keep off each other. My hands danced across his abs to his ass while his thumbs rubbed my nipples through my dress, perking them to strict attention. We hid in the corner away from the cameras. He hiked up my skirt and fucked me from behind on the hood of a red VW beetle. These quickies fueled our passion for the nights of fiery lovemaking. We fucked from the bedroom to the couch to the kitchen table. I don't think there was a surface left in the whole apartment that escaped our carnal sex. But soon Monday came. Everyone bid their farewells. It was an emotional scene of hugging and crying and promises of making plans to see friends before the next reunion. "See you in 10 years?" I asked him, my body yearning for him already. He pulled me in close for a deep kiss, then whispered in my ear, "Can you wait that long?" I guided his hand up my skirt to my bare wet snatch. "What do you think?" He licked his fingers, smirked and left. The next day, he sent me a message saying that he'll be in town the next week for a work thing and he was wondering if he could crash on my couch again. "I knew you couldn't resist my couch." "I want the bed this time." "We'll see..." Reunion It was the second glass that did it. Maybe the third, Mimi wasn't sure but she was aware that Jim and his new girlfriend Caroline had left early because they were worried about the babysitter and Sven was looking particularly pretty. She knew that for the first time in months the night was theirs, like old times and everything seemed vibrant and new again like it would last forever and they would never have to turn back to the hard concrete of their banal, real lives. Amid that, there was a feint twinge of regret in her chest because she knew they would. People and things always did; have fun, watch it fade, get bored and angry with one another, then spend years earning money for things they didn't need to keep up with neighbours they didn't like. Even her. The week she'd spent away from home for work had etched itself into her chest with unpleasant results. "You going to finish this with me, then?" Mimi gestured towards the half empty wine bottle, topped up Sven's glass. "Might as well." He leant back in his chair. "Caroline seems nice." "Nice?" Mimi gave him a sideways look, slid into the seat next to him that Jim had vacated. "She was nice to Jim, that's for sure. Did you see her? All over him." Sven nodded. "Maybe a little much in public. I like your hair like this." He pulled a strand loose from the knot that sat behind Mimi's right ear, artfully deconstructed. "Thank you." Mimi said, rested her head on his shoulder. "Phew. I needed this. I feel I've spent the past ten days doing nothing but sitting on trains." "Because you have, Mimi. I've been eating microwave meals." "Oh, so you can't cook now?" Mimi asked. "Wifey not at home to feed you?" "That is not what I meant." He said, looking down at her. "It's depressing making one-man dinners. Horrible when there's no one there to share things with. I kept going to say things like, 'oh, today so and so happened' and you weren't there. I didn't want to keep texting you." "I know, I was kidding." Mimi sipped her wine. "I ate out all week on expenses. It was delicious." "Alright for some." Sven gave her a flat, mocking look. "When I went away to university my mom sent me this book called Microwave Meals For One and it was the saddest thing I've ever seen. So sad." Mimi laughed. "Did you use it while I was in London?" Sven shook his head. "Nope. I was thinking that maybe we should get a dog. I miss you when you go away." Mimi smiled, settled her hand into his. "It's not for long. Once every few months, that's all. Anyway," her tone sank lower, her breath was close enough to curl upward against the smooth curve of his ear. "I already have a dog." Sven chuckled. "Oh. I forgot about that." "No, you didn't but I'm home now. I'm going to the bathroom then we should probably.-" She turned, breaking off mid sentence, the possibility leaping in her chest like flames. "Do you want to go dancing?" Sven laughed. "Now? Like going out out." "Why not?" Mimi said. "It's the weekend and we haven't just had fun in so long. We never do anything spontaneous anymore." Sven looked out at the city lights, the bright, blurring traffic, an old kind of heat rising in his chest then back to Mimi. "Hey," he said. "If you want to go and drink and dance like a couple of idiots then I'm in." Mimi clapped, turned on her heel. "Good. I'll be five minutes." Eventually, they ended up in an expensive nightclub with predictably elaborate drinks. "Can't I just get a beer? Or whiskey?" Sven shouted above the music, mimed drinking to the bartender and was, in turn, met with a look of genuine confusion as though something so simple was alien in a place that served ten different kinds of Martini. But, soon enough, they pushed through the throbbing crowd and found a table, drinks in hand. "Are you grumpy now?" Mimi teased, eyeing her fiance's bobbing knee, the thin line of his mouth. "Baby?" she pouted at him, her hand settled against his jaw. "No." He said, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. What is that?" he pointed to her drink. Mimi plucked the menu off the centre of the table and read aloud. "Peachtini with rosemary syrup and smoked sea salt rim, apparently. It's delicious. Try some." She pushed the glass over to him and he sipped. "Pretty herbal, though." Mimi smiled, saw Sven roll his shoulders, shift in his seat. "Don't worry." She said. "I know you don't want to dance. I won't make you." "I never said-" he tailed off, stopped talking when Mimi burst into bright laughter. "I'm sorry." She sighed, "The moment I suggested it back in the restaurant you looked terrified." She squeezed his thigh. "I know you're more of a pub kind of guy, warm beer a few rounds of pool, that kind of thing." "Well, you know, I'm not the best at dancing. Drinking I can do, but that..." "And yet," she shouted above the music, leaning in close to him. "you still said yes." She smiled, pecked him on the cheek. "Of course I did. I know you love it." Mimi kissed him, longer this time, ignoring the crowds of people completely. "Well, if you won't, then I will." "Please, go ahead." He nodded towards the dance floor, watched her bound towards the heaving crowd. Even if Sven wouldn't, Mimi always did – lived for it, in fact. There was little else that helped her simply forget like dancing. Mimi reasoned that people were too busy dancing or drinking or working up the nerve to chat each other up to really give a damn about what she or Sven or anybody else was doing on the dance floor. Comparatively, Sven felt that there was nothing more socially awkward than a group of people jammed together in the dark shaking about like they were suffering from severe epilepsy. Why a man couldn't have a pint in the pub with music played at a civilised level was beyond him. Mimi stayed on the floor for the better part of an hour while Sven nursed her handbag and ordered another whiskey and watched her dance. Though he didn't go in for it himself, he was always struck by just how carefree Mimi looked when she did so. Eventually, she skipped back to their corner table, a grin on her face. "For someone musical, I find it so weird that you don't dance. No one cares, you shouldn't be embarrassed." "Hah." He stared at the melting ice in his glass. "I don't think so; it's so embarrassing, you know I hate it. It's not that simple." "Grumpy." Mimi kissed his face, dug her teeth into his cheek at the last minute. "Ow." He laughed, rubbed the spot where she had nibbled him, his body tingling like that exact spot on his face and his dick were connected. "You want to go home?" Mimi asked. "You're sweating like a whore in church." "Go and have fun. It's fine." He brushed her arm, nodded back to the dance floor. "Go and dance." "Come on." Mimi smiled, "Everyone knows men hate dancing but sometimes you just have to jump that fence to get the girl." "Are you bribing me?" "Trying to." Mimi shouted, disappearing into the crowd. Sven drained his beer, followed after her. "Well." Mimi said. She walked a few steps ahead of him on the street, watching him amble after her. "That was a valiant and utterly uncoordinated attempt. Well done." "Thanks. Get the keys." He gestured towards the jacket that was draped across Mimi's shoulders. "Left pocket." She pulled his jacket off, handed it back to him, watched as he opened the door. "That was fun." Mimi called the lift. "Did you have fun?" "Yep." Sven said. "I think Caroline is coming to work for our agency, you know that?" "Is that how Jim met her?" Sven nodded. "That conference thing a few months back, do you remember?" Mimi laughed, her hand wrapping around him. She pushed him into the lift. "Do I remember? Didn't you meet someone else there, too?" Sven grinned, coloured slightly. The booze and his colouring never helped at times like this. "I did." Mimi leant up, kissed him, their bodies pressed together. "Handsy." He laughed, grabbed her wrist then brought it to his lips, kissed the stripe of bared flesh. "Not complaining, are we?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. Mimi's fingers toyed with the button on his jeans. He grabbed her hands again, laced his fingers into hers. "Wait." "Pft. No one's here." "You want to fuck in the elevator?" Sven asked. "Anyway," he nodded past her shoulder to the opening doors. "We're two steps away from the front door." Mimi sighed, pulled the keys out of his hand, fumbled for the lock. "You okay?" Sven reached out, tried to take the keys off her. "I'm fine." Mimi said. "Really, look." She smiled up at him. "Not even that drunk." "Whatever you say." The door thudded behind them, left Mimi groping in the dark for the light switch. "Ah, shit." She kicked off her shoes, "There'd better not be a power cut." "We can stay in the dark." Sven said, reaching for her, pawing at her like she had grabbed him in the lift. "I think it's the lamp." Behind her, Sven pulled a face, rolled his eyes." There." He hit the wall switch, looked at her. "The lamp went yesterday. Bulb needs changing." "Oh." "You know what else happened yesterday." Sven said, leaning against the dining table. "What?" "I found it." He pulled her close, kissed her forehead. Mimi frowned up at him. "Still no clearer." "The house I am going to buy for you when I'm rich." He said. "It's so pretty, Mimi. I had to drop some files to Phil yesterday and, damn, that bit of town is nice. It's up in Winters Park - white fronted place with a wide driveway and enough rooms that you could have one entirely for crafting." "Really?" Mimi sighed. Sven nodded, wordless, watched her face soften. "And a little space at the side for the vegetable garden you want. Bigger than those window boxes, that's for sure. The river runs right past the house at the bottom of the garden." "Well," Mimi smiled. "Maybe one day." "Yep." He threw his jacket over the back of a chair. "For now, we'll just have to stick with this shit-hole." Mimi shook her head. "It's our shit hole and, hey, that's all that matters. It's not things that matter it's having someone to share them with." " I know, but you know, I want more for us." He said, "I want more for you." "Don't talk like that." Mimi patted his chest. "I feel so guilty when you talk like that." Sven nodded, "I know you do, silly thing. Come here." He pulled her in, kissed her again. "It's not stupid." She said. "It's perfectly valid. " In the face o his kisses, she tailed off, left that box closed for now. "You're wearing that cologne I bought you. I realised earlier, I meant to say." "I am." Sven said, stopped mid-sentence. "Did you hear that?" he stepped away from her, stood in the centre of the room, listening. "It's probably just the building." Mimi said. "It's old, don't worry." "You see," Sven gave her a long look, "We need to leave this place. I swear it's rats." "Sven, you grew up on a farm, you should know as well as I do that they're everywhere. Stop worrying and come here. Forget it for now." She led him to the sofa, pushed him down. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her fingers were already working on the buttons on his shirt. "Hm." "Well now, I'm just perfect." He breathed the words against her neck, pulled her close. "They're nearly healed." Mimi ran her finger over the burn marks on his chest, that faded out to pale pink ghosts. Mimi pressed them, watched him flinch, smiled as he shifted under her. "Yes, Ma'am." He answered, kissed her hand again. "It was fun." "It was." Mimi pushed her hair from her face, her hand settling on his shoulder. "None of that tonight, though." "No." The word was a statement and once it had left his lips, Sven instantly felt like it wasn't enough, that the shiver of heat he felt for her was rendered impotent in the face of that single, vague response. What he felt was no longer the quickening flare of lust he'd known so well in the past but something heavier, solidifying in his chest, growing into his veins like the love he felt for her was as vital as respiring to his survival, too complex for language. So, he said nothing more, no would have to do in the face of intangible love. "So what do you want tonight?" he asked. She had pushed him out onto the sofa now, dispensed with his shirt, left it crumpled on the threadbare carpet. Mimi sat up slowly, perched on the edge of the sofa. "You need to stop thinking about things and targets and lists and stuff." She said. "Why don't I just show you instead, huh?" Another kiss landed on his mouth, harder this time, shot through with need and, somewhere beneath that, frustration that he was always so on, Mimi thought. "Sorry." He said. "Don't apologise. I just worry about you, that's all." Mimi pulled off her dress, shuddered as he touched her. "Don't say anything. Just shut up and kiss me." "Are you cold?" He broke away from her, rubbed her arm. "Shall I get a blanket?" "No." Mimi slid off the sofa, stood up, pulled him with her as she went. "Let's go to bed, please." Her fingers returned to their place on the fly of his jeans and soon enough, she pulled them down, underwear and all. "Fuck, wait." He laughed, his hand flat against her shoulder as he pulled them off. "There." "T-shirt and socks too." Mimi pulled at the fabric. "Why am I naked and you're still relatively clothed?" "Don't ask questions." She swatted his bottom, watched as he left the clothes in the living room. "Bedroom. Go." "Ow." He reached out, snapped her bra, closed the door behind them. "Stop it! How old are you? Nine? You'll pay for that." "I didn't think you wanted it rough tonight." Sven reminded her. "I don't." Mimi kicked back the sheets, crawled under them. "You can keep up with that, though." "This?" He smiled in the dark, mouthed at her neck. "Mmhm." She hooked her leg over his, his erection pressed against her thigh. Mimi wallowed in his warmth, the feel of his body against hers. Nothing else compared to that, to the way she felt about him right down to her bones, the settling feeling of utter conenet when they were together. "Are you falling asleep?" Mimi laughed aloud, couldn't help herself. "Hah. You sound particularly worried about that." Her hand was flat against his stomach, moving in soft swoops across his belly. "And, no. I'm not." "Good." Mimi breathed, wordless against him. Didn't need to talk, relied on their unspoken signals; the touches, the purrs, the way Sven moved as she kissed him, his hands knotting into her hair. "This is what you want?" she asked, her fingers curling around his hardness, rubbing him. "I know you're better at this than dancing." "I always knew it was bullshit." Sven breathed, "that dancing versus sex thing." His hands ran over her thigh, grabbed a languid squeeze of her ass on the way past. Mimi pushed her bottom into his hand, parted her thighs for his intrepid fingers. She pulled her bra off, moved under the sheets as Sven worked her underwear down her thighs. "What?" he frowned at her, held the underwear aloft. "Mimi you shouldn't wear these hold in underwear things, very bad for the kidneys. They crush your internal organs, apparently." He threw them away, kissed her neck. "Thanks, Dr. Aachen." Mimi laughed, "I'll be sure to remember that next time I want to look less chubby in a dress." "I'm serious." He sucked her neck. "Besides, you don't need them." "Hmm. Okay then." Her voice was husky, still sceptical. "You can move your fingers a little higher." She urged. "Might as well put you to some use." "Oh." Sven sank his fingers between her thighs. Felt his chest tighten as she moaned beneath him, her warm wetness throbbing around his fingers. His breaths shallowed out as he watched her grind against his probing digits and grip the pillow, her hair a mess behind her, Sven hadn't wanted her so badly in months. "Oh," Mimi gasped, her eyes flying open, "oh, babe, your cock. Please fuck me." "Pardon?" Sven grinned. "Not begging, Amanda? Surely not?" "Fuck you." She grinned at him, her own fingers pushing his away, fingering her hardening clit. "Come here, you snarky bastard." Her foot met his thighs in the dark, pushing him forward. "Wait." he lay back, grabbed her. "What the hell are you doing?" Mimi turned around, her voice tense with need. "Getting behind you, baby." Sven kissed her shoulder, reached around once more to dip his fingers between her labia. "Oh." Mimi smiled in the dark, "What a gentleman." "Of course." Mimi pulled him toward her, kissed him as he entered her, moved gently against his length. "You can keep on with your fingers if you like." She drawled, pulling his free hand toward her aching clit. "Feels like I've been wet for hours." "Have you?" he asked, watched her nod. "Oh, you have no idea. I've been thinking about this all week. I took the purple bullet away with me but nothing-" she mewled in the dark, grinned when he sucked at her neck again. "Nothing beats this." "Nothing?" Sven asked, moving fasted now, his breath catching. "Fuck, you have such a pretty ass, have I told you that?" "A few times." Mimi breathed, "I could stand to hear it again, though." "Well, know it's true." His fingers flitted from her clit, grabbed her bottom. "As I was saying," Mimi turned, kicked away the duvet. "Nothing beats my favourite toy." "Please tell me that's me." He sighed, groaned as she climbed onto him in the dark, grabbed the headboard. Mimi laughed. "Of course it's you, you silly thing." She bent, kissed him gently. "Now be quiet while I fuck you." Sven said nothing, nodded, his fingers pressing into her thighs, tracing up over her torso to her hardened nipples as she moved, slow at first then harder. Soon, she was moving hard enough that the familiar threat of orgasm was an inescapable ache in his balls. Rougher than he'd intended, Sven pulled her down, moved her so that she lay out, her bottom against his thigh. "This what you want?" Mimi knew the look in his eyes, teased him with the curve of her ass, the slickened lips beneath. "I'm so fucking close, please." Mimi warmed to hear him beg, the desperation in his voice made her tighten. A twinge of anticipation ran through her as he pushed into her again, her thigh pulled higher this time, finishing hard behind her exactly as they had started. Mimi urged him on with sweet words, their fingers knotted together, bodies moving in familiar undulations until she pulled her hand away, worked again at the nub of flesh between her thighs. "Don't you fucking stop, baby." "It hurts a little." Sven moaned. "Keep going, keep going." her breath was ragged now, her fingers replaced with his, Mimi shivered against him, toes curling as she came, filled nothing and everything at once. And then, their breathing in the dark, the delicious weight of his body against hers. Eventually, Mimi spoke, turned in Sven's grip. "The whole week." She smiled. "Seven whole days and that is all I have wanted. You." Sven nuzzled her hair, watched her curl against him. "Well, I haven't missed the numb arm I'm going to get, that's for sure." Mimi bit his chest, laughed in the dark. "Fuck off." "I missed that, though." He sighed, kissed her again. "And the way you smell, the way you feel. I didn't think it was possible to miss a person like how I've missed you." "You're so cute." Mimi breathed, kissing him. "I will make you food in the morning." Mimi she added. "No microwaves needed. If you take one for the team and let me cuddle you, numb arm and all." Sven grinned in the dark. "It's a deal." Reunion Reunion Emily and Chloe finished playing around in the water when the sun began sinking into the sky. The oranges and reds of the autumn sun beginning to bleed through the tops of the trees. They sat on the dock wrapped in warm fluffy towels quietly enjoying each other's company, and the land around them. At one point Emily closed her eyes and lifted her face to the last rays of the warm sun when suddenly she felt Chloe's head on her shoulder. Emily stiffened at the contact. "Okay, what is this for?" She thought to herself. She was about to look over at Chloe to ask her what was up when she heard a quiet snoring coming from Chloe. "Well, Casanova she fell asleep on you. I hate to wake her, but my stomach is protesting all this activity with no fuel and we need to get back to the campsite." "Hey, Sleeping Beauty it's time to wake up." Emily lifted her shoulder a little hoping to accomplish two things. One waking Chloe, and two stop the little bit of drool she felt dripping onto her shoulder. "What's wrong Emily?" Chloe opened those beautiful brown eyes looking up at Emily. "You fell asleep. I hate to wake you, but it's time to go get some grub lady." Emily took in those brown eyes as Chloe took in Emily's blue ones. "Perfect, as your bony shoulder was starting to hurt my cheek." Chloe said as she was getting up and heading toward the spot she left her shorts and sandals. "Excuse me woman?" Before she realized what she was doing, Emily reached out and smacked Chloe right on her right glute. That caused a small chain reaction to occur. And one in which had the approaching ranger bending over with laughter as he watched it happen. "Did she just smack my ass?" Chloe asked herself as she spun around in shock. She had spun so quickly that she began to lose her balance falling toward the water. At the same moment Emily began to stand up to move. Well, imagine the gracefulness of anyone a little off balance and heading toward a body of water. As if in slow motion Chloe pitched forward to grab onto Emily's arm, or so she thought. However, Chloe fell short of her intended mark. No, she did not grab an arm, a leg, or even a handful of hair. As she fell back first into the cold spring the only part of Emily that she could get a hold of in time was her halter style bikini top. And she realized it just as she made contact with the water. "Oh my god" Emily said to herself as she felt her balance fail her, her bikini top come off, and go sailing into the water with Chloe. As soon as she hit the water, she felt a wonderfully warm hand grab her right shoulder, while the other one encased her left breast. Both Emily and Chloe broke the surface sputtering, coughing, and cursing. But through all of the activity, Chloe's hand had a firm grasp on Emily's left breast, and she wasn't letting go. Initially the women just stared at each other when Chloe's hand dropped from Emily's right shoulder to her hip, pulling her closer while they both effortlessly treaded water. Neither of them noticed the chill of the water, or the approaching ranger. All they felt was the warmth of each other bodies. Their legs began to scissor in between each other to stay above water. While their breathing becoming faster and shallower, having nothing to do with the excess energy. Chloe noticed herself staring into Emily's eyes, and she watched her pupils expand in the desire she felt. She had no doubt that hers were most likely doing the same. That's when Chloe realized, as she licked her now dry lips, that her right hand was still on Emily's breast, her left hand had migrated to Emily's seriously toned ass above her suit, and the hot feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and migrated due south, when she thought to herself," She's not pulling away. Fuck it. It's now or never." As Chloe leaned in, keeping her eyes open, afraid Emily would disappear if she closed them, fate decided to intervene and be the cruel mistress that she could be. "Excuse me ladies, are the two of you alright?" Chloe closed her eyes and cursed the voice coming from the direction of the dock. "We are fine sir. Just fell in. We were just getting out." Emily answered while looking at Chloe. She still had her head leaning back, eyes closed, and her high cheeks were flushed the most beautiful crimson she had seen on anyone. "Yes, I can see the progress in which the two of you are making" the ranger said as he covered the laugh that escaped with a cough. "I just came down here to let y'all know that the spring's pool is going to be closing soon. Besides, y'all seem as if you may need to relax. I'll give you ladies a few moments to....get situated." The ranger, an amazingly tall older man about the same age of their dads, turned and walked back toward his office. "We need to talk." Well that drew Emily's attention away from the ranger. She was too embarrassed to look at Chloe. Emily took a deep breath, turned in the direction in which the voice came, and laid her forehead against Chloe's. Closing her eyes she asked, "how long Chloe?" It came out just above a whisper. Chloe's laughter caused Emily's head to snap up. She looked at her friend with a look of disbelief on her face. How could she possibly laugh at this situation? Did this lackadaisical attitude mean she thought her feelings were a joke? Was she just testing her? No, Chloe would not do that. Would she? Chloe looked at the hurt in Emily's eyes, and the laughter stopped in her throat. She softened her face and her lips upturned into a small smile. "I am sorry darlin I did not think you were serious. Emily, you have to know that I have been drawn to you since the day we met in that bar. I was laughing because you felt that you needed to ask. I was so worried that there was no way in which my attraction stayed my secret." She watched the worry lines in Emily's forehead ease up, and continued. "I was serious when I said we needed to talk. But right now, we need to get out of this water. Now that we are no longer doing our impression of a phoenix rising, I am starting to get cold." It was Emily's turn to laugh, and it was music to Chloe's ears. "You have got to be kidding me Chloe. All of this time?" Chloe rolled her eyes at her friend and opened her mouth to say something when Emily cut her off. "Just help me find my damned top before Ranger Bob there comes back." "Lead the way sweetness." Chloe openly ogled Emily's toned body without fear of her finding out her secret. Especially, since it was no longer such a secret to either of them. Or to Ranger Bob for that matter. "We really needed to find out that man's name!" Chloe chuckled to herself. As Chloe climbed the ladder attached to the doc she saw Emily, with a towel wrapped around her upper body, walking around looking for what she assumed was the other half of her bathing suit. "Damn it Chloe, my top is not up here. That's the only suit I bought with me." "Emily, we are in Florida, not the Amazon Basin. It's just a short ride to civilization." Chloe held back the instinct to roll her eyes. Emily was a "little" frazzled already. No need to add to it. Emily let out a big sigh before grabbing her cut offs and slipping her feet into her old running shoes and heading toward Chloe's truck. "Do you want me to drive back?" She asked as she walked up to the side of the bed of the truck. There was a cooler in the back and she wanted some water. Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed being into the warm metal and hands run themselves up the sides of her thighs. She then heard Chloe's voice speak in that matter of fact voice she gets when she's in charge, "nope, I think from here, I want to do all of the driving. It would be my pleasure to take you wherever it is you need to go." Just as fast as she was there, Chloe was gone. Having grabbed the keys she left a stunned Emily standing next to the truck with jaw that may possibly be touching the ground. "Close your mouth Emily, and let's get back to the camp site." Chloe never even turned around. Emily's jaw snapped shut and thoughts began whizzing around her brain. "What the hell was that about? Normally Chloe was about as bossy as a kitten when I was around her. Then again, I have heard her talking to her employees when they underestimated her kindness for weakness. Well, this may get interesting." She thought to herself. What came out of her mouth sounding more like a grunt, as at that moment she just could not for a word, let alone a sentence. She grabbed her water, and hopped into the big Ford double cab, looked at Chloe who wore a smile that just looked like trouble. Just like that their relationship has completely and utterly changed. Not only was Ranger Bob kind enough to give them quite the deserted, but it was right next to the bathhouse. Once they arrived at the campsite, Chloe immediately headed for the tent. "Hey Emily, I need to take a hot shower." She announced as she walked out from the tent with her small back pack full of stuff. "It's been a really long and interesting day. Care to join me?" "Uh no thank you Chloe, I want to get dinner started. I am starved." What she needed was to be away from Chloe for a few moments to think. How in the world had things changed so much in just a few hours? "No worries Em. I can take over when I get back." Chloe was a little disappointed, but she realized that Emily just needed some time to herself. She smiled at Emily, and walked to the bathhouse. Chloe got to the bathhouse, and tentatively walked in. While this state park was known for its cleanliness, she was still cautious. To her surprise it was clean and fairly nice. Basic shower bath house amenities: showers, toilets, sinks with mirrors, etc but good enough to get a hot shower. Since they all looked the same, she picked one, dropped her stuff in the front part of the stall, then stepped into a shower stall and turned on the water. While she waited for it to heat up she went back into the front changing are part of the shower stall. She slipped off her board shorts and bikini top, but left the bath shoes on. She tentatively felt the water temperature before walking all the way into the hot water. Finding it satisfactory, she began the process of showering and shaving legs, and trimming the already neatly trimmed pubic hair. "It will not hurt to have smooth legs if I have to share a bed with Emily." She thought to herself, and froze. "Holy fuck, how did I forget that we agreed to share a queen size air mattress?" She pictured the layout in the small four person tent. They agreed to share the bed so that they would have a modicum of floor space that two twins would have eaten up. As she thought about it, she found herself chewing on her lip as she does when she's thinking. "Don't push her Chloe." She admonished herself. What amazed her was the change in Emily's behavior. When she reviewed their relationship, filled with the multitude of innuendoes, it had almost always resulted in Emily being the aggressor. "I really hope that she has not changed her mind once she thought about it. Oh well, no point in worrying about what I cannot change at this moment. I will just have to wait and see." Chloe decided to keep her mind blank and just finish her shower. She did not want to over think things with Emily just yet. Nor, did she need to get herself so turned on again that she had to take another shower. When she was done she dried herself off, put some oil on her skin, got dressed, and headed back to the campsite, and Emily. Emily sat in a chair staring into the fire where dinner was cooking rehashing the events of the day. She hadn't bothered to change out of her cutoffs or bikini bottoms, but she did wind up having to put on a shirt. No telling where her top had gone in the melee. When she was done, she set up the mosquito barrier that Chloe had shown her, and proceeded to get dinner out of the cooler in the truck. Emily decided on easy for dinner, steaks and potatoes. She was hungry, but not in the mood for anything difficult and long. She decided to cook the steaks on the indirect heat, and the potatoes wrapped in foil along the ring of the fire pit. That way they should finish at the same time. "Food aside, you have definitely jumped into difficult Emily." She mused. "What is the problem? You wanted Chloe, and now you have the opportunity." She chastised herself. "We live 1200 miles apart. How are you going to keep this up? What if this ruins our friendship? Are a few nights of sex worth throwing away a friendship that has spanned almost twenty years?" She continued the diatribe in her head until she heard a soft voice. "Emily, please stop over thinking it. Let's just talk." She was not sure when Chloe had arrived, but she was not quite prepared to talk about it. As if reading her mind Chloe came behind the chair, put her hand on Emily's shoulder, and informed her that, "the only way to feel comfortable enough around each other is to hash it out. Now, are we not both strong women?" "Yes, but Chloe this may not end well. What if when this week is over, our friendship ends with it?" She put her hand over Chloe's and looked up into her face. "Okay look. Why don't we stop putting the cart before the horse? We haven't even spoken about the pink elephant standing here, and already you have ended our friendship. Get up, and let's lay it out on the table." With that Emily stood and was prepared to go with Chloe, dinner forgotten. "Oh no, we are NOT leaving this food to burn. We are going to chat while the food finishes cooking." And faster than Emily thought possible, Chloe snuck in behind her, sat in the chair she had just been occupying, and pulled Emily down into her lap. Emily went stiff as a board while Chloe just sat there waiting for her to relax. She hadn't moved a muscle, afraid that Emily would sprint all the way back to the Burgh. "You know that this is not conducive to a truly enlightening conversation Chloe." Emily finally relented and leaned back into Chloe with a chuckle. There is was the chuckle and confidence that had just run away because of the shock of the day. While Chloe did not really like the less self-confident Emily, she was starting to enjoy the more pliant one. "So Emily, let's talk. We know that we have both been attracted to each other since the beginning. How long ago did you come out of the closet?" Emily looked over to her right to look at Chloe who was still facing forward. "How did you know I was gay?" "I didn't really know until just know. I just needed your confirmation. I never wanted to go by a stereotype Emily. If you weren't comfortable telling me yet, then that was your business. I am sure you had a perfectly good reason." "Chloe, I was worried you'd think I was coming on to you. You are with Steven, and I absolutely did not want you to think that at any point I was trying to infringe upon what it is the two of you have." It was Chloe's turn to laugh. "Funny thing is while on the way to get you from the airport, I was thinking about how our relationship had gone from a lukewarm romance to a brotherly one. It's been months since we have even had sex." Chloe began stroking Emily's arm to comfort her. "Besides, I would never have thought anything of the sort. I have other friends that I am close to who are gay." "Is it just me, or are we missing a step here?" Emily leaned forward a bit to get a better look at Chloe. "Are you gay? I mean I am getting these signals from you, then you confirmed your feelings for me, and now we are discussing your relationship with your BOYFRIEND. I thought I was confused, but it seems to be you." "I am bi Emily. At least that's what I have been telling myself for years. Maybe I am not. Maybe I am gay, and just too afraid to admit it. But, at this moment, I do not want to figure out which team I am batting for. In this moment it is you I am attracted to. It is you I long to be with. I know this, and freely admit it to you." Chloe decided that she would test the waters. She rearranged Emily in her lap so she had access to the left side of her neck, and the tattoo on her left shoulder. At some point in the conversation Emily felt Chloe's hands moving from rubbing her arms in a comfortable gesture, to a more suggestive one under her t-shirt. Then all of a sudden Chloe had just picked her up a bit and moved her. "Chloe, what are you doing?" "I do not want to talk anymore Emily, I have waited this long to hear my name coming off your lips. Stop me now. If you don't I may not be able to." Chloe knew she would stop at any point if her friend asked. However, at this point she wanted her blessing to take what she craved, and allow her friend to trust her to take care of her. There were no words from Emily. Just a slight tilt of her head to expose more of her neck, and a moan that escaped. Chloe's heart swelled, her stomach tightened, and she took that as all the permission she needed. She went back to kissing Emily's neck, slowly and gently with the occasional nips. Her neck was long for someone so short, and Chloe was going to take her time with her. She was sure to keep her hands firmly on Emily's stomach to torture her just a bit. There was not a chance she that she was going to rush this. "Please Chloe" came from Emily's lips in a whisper. Chloe stopped all movement. "What do you want Emily?" She asked her against her neck. "I don't know." "If you do not know, how am I supposed to give you what it is you need?" Maybe I can make her beg just a little. "Emily, I want you to grab the arms of the chair, and you are not to move. Do you understand me?" "Yes ma'am." Emily breathed "Good because if you move, I stop. If you talk out of turn, I stop." Do we understand each other? Emily acknowledged Chloe's rules by nodding her head. "Thank you" Chloe whispered into her ear. With their new arrangement, Chloe picked up where she had left off. While kissing Emily's neck and shoulders, she moved one of her hands to Emily's breast, while leaving one hand to support her for the moment. Emily was so fit that her breasts were small, but to Chloe they were perfect. She gentle squeezed her entire breast in her hand while Emily squirmed in her lap. However, no sound crossed her lips. Encouraged, Chloe proceeded to give the same treatment to the other breast. She wanted nothing more than to take her breasts into her mouth, to feel her nipples between her teeth, but tonight was for Emily's pleasure. When Emily's nipples began to harden, and her moans came more rapidly, Chloe removed her other hand from her stomach, and found both of Emily's nipples at once. With that she began to roll the hard as pebble nipples gently between her fingers. Emily ground her taunt ass into Chloe's lap even more, and she would bet that Emily was as wet as she was. All at once, Chloe took both of Emily's nipples and gave them a pull. In response to the new sensations, Emily lifted her pelvis off of Chloe's lap, threw her head back, and opened her mouth in which no sound came out. Chloe was amazed by her control, and encouraged by her reaction. "Come back down to me sweetheart." Chloe said soothingly while using her right hand to push gently on her abdomen. And without fail, Emily sat back down in Chloe's lap while she leaned her head all the way back now. Chloe wasted no time she stood Emily up and had her facing her in almost the same move. "Too many clothes Emily." Chloe voice came out almost like a growl as she lifted Emily's shirt above her head. As she did so, she leaned over planting kissing on Emily's chest and slowing making her way to her breast. When she found her prize she took Emily's entire breast into her mouth and sucked on it hard while pulling her other nipple a little harder that she had the last time. This elicited a yelp follow by an "oh god" from Emily, and true to her word Chloe stopped. As hard as it was, she stood up and allowed her hands to fall to her side. Reunion Emily just looked at her, eyes wide and questioning. "I warned you that if you spoke out of turn, I would stop." "Chloe, you have to be kidding." She looked at Chloe as if she were crazy. "No sweetheart, those were my rules. Tell me Emily, how bad do you need me to finish?" "Please Chloe." "Not good enough" Chloe stood to her full height, crossed her arms across her chest, and took a few steps back away from Emily. Waiting to see the reaction this would elicit. At a loss of what else to do, Emily look around while Chloe stood a few feet from her. She was getting more turned on as the seconds ticked away. She decided that she wanted this. That she trusted Chloe enough to do this with her. Emily fell to her knees into the soft sand and looked at Chloe "please Chloe, I need to. I need to feel you holding me. I need your fingers and lips on my skin" "Crawl then." The phrase coming out of Chloe's mouth even surprised her. She looked into Emily's face and saw her eyes narrow and her jaw tighten and the muscle twitch. Maybe she pushed her too far, but she was hoping not. Emily took a few seconds and dropped to all fours, and began to crawl oh so slowly to Chloe. Chloe's stomach clenched with need, her nipples hardened, and the love of her life crawled to her willingly. She did not have time to ponder the last thought she had has Emily arrived at her feet. She decided that she no longer wanted to play, she just wanted Emily. She grabbed Emily by the hair and tugged her face up to look at her then she tugged her to stand up with her. They embraced and began a strong deep kiss. No going slowly, as Chloe entered Emily's mouth with her tongue, and fingers sought out her shorts. Chloe broke the kiss to look into Emily's eyes briefly before kneeling in front of her to remove the offending clothing. Chloe spared little time yanking Emily's cutoffs and bikini off. She then leaned back on her knees to look at Emily in the fire light. Emily was perfect. The muscular legs, the small perky breasts, the washboard stomach, and she was not surprised to find Emily completely shaved clean. With speed that almost knocked Emily over Chloe grabbed her by the waist and began planting soft kisses across her stomach, then she dipped her tongue into her belly button making Emily laugh. Chloe hesitated a moment to smell Emily's arousal. She smelled amazing. All woman with a little musk. She slipped her hands between Emily's thighs, feeling the moisture that had gathered down there, and encouraged her to open her legs. Emily looked down into Chloe's eyes to see the desire that lived there at that moment. She wound her smaller hands into her friend's hair and opened her legs for her. Giving her friend what she had silently asked for. Chloe smiled at Emily just before she leaned in for a taste of her. She was not disappointed. She was a little salty and oh so wet. It was slick on her tongue, and she wanted more. Chloe put one of Emily's legs over her shoulder, opened her folds wider with her thumbs, and licked her friend from the bottom of her wet pussy to the top. Avoiding that little bundle of nerves peeking out of its hood. Emily responded with a deep moan and having to tighten her hands in Chloe's hair even more to avoid falling over. Chloe took no mercy on Emily. She stiffened her tongue and entered Emily as deeply as she could. She moved her tongue all around inside of Emily's contracting walls. While at the same time Emily began to move her pelvis into Chloe's face trying to get her deeper. After only a few moments of this Emily, and trying to pull Chloe's tongue deeper inside, she came with a muffled scream. However Chloe was not done. Chloe gently withdrew her tongue from Emily's still contracting hole, and gently laid her back into the sand. She stood up quickly to remove her shorts and tank top then returned to Emily's writhing body. Chloe spread Emily legs, positioned herself between them, and leaned in to kiss her. She was a little gentler this time. She started out kissing her closed eye lids, her nose, and then she took advantage of Emily's slight opened mouth by kissing her deeply. Emily could taste herself on Chloe's tongue. Her thoughts flew right back to what they had just done, and she wanted more. She began returning the kiss in earnest and tried to sit up. She was not shocked, and even a little pleased, when Chloe broke the kiss, put Emily's hands above her head, and told her not to move. For once, Emily just put her head back and enjoyed the sensations. Chloe put her weight on her forearms to watch Emily's face for a few moments before she continued to explore her body. She spent a few moments familiarizing herself with Emily's breasts all over again. Emily arched her back off the sand when she tugged on her nipples with her teeth. However, Chloe wanted more. Kissing her way back down Emily's stomach, Chloe was making no pretenses that she wanted to taste Emily again, bring her to another orgasm, and she wanted to now. When she had finally reached Emily's pussy again she decided she wanted to take her time and enjoy herself, but it would have to wait as she was close to cumming herself. She needed Emily to cum once more before she did. She kissed the inside of Emily's spread thighs encouraging her to relax her legs even more. When Chloe was satisfied, she moved to Emily's lips. She sucked each one into her mouth and tugged on them a little. She went on worshipping each lip for a few moments before again opening Emily up wider with her thumbs. Her pussy was bald, dripping in excitement, and puffy from having been engorged with blood. Emily's pearl was even larger than it was a few moments ago making it all the more sensitive. Chloe blew on it. Emily's hips bucked up and Chloe took advantage of this by latching onto her sensitive clit and sucking a little. She released her to again enter her with her tongue, while using her thumb to massage her clit. Emily fluttered around her tongue signaling to Chloe that she was not going to last long. Chloe repositioned herself between Emily's legs, leaning her weight on her left forearm, while grabbing Emily's arm. She leaned down next to Emily's ear "put my fingers inside of your pussy." Emily had never been asked this, but she did not hesitate. She grabbed Chloe's hand, which already had two fingers poised to enter her, and pushed it into her own cunt. Both of the women moaned from the feeling. Emily was so tight and warm, and Chloe did not want to stop. However, she was unable to hold back. She leaned into kiss Emily and began moving her hip in time with her hand. Needing to touch Chloe, Emily moved her hand between her thighs to find her trimmed bush soaked, and her clit swollen. She entered Chloe in one swift move causing Chloe to take a deep breath in and breaking their kiss. Each woman alternated between massaging the others clit with their palm, while pumping their fingers in and out of the others pussy. Chloe leaned her forehead on Emily's and began moving her fingers in and out of her faster. She felt that familiar flutter just before Emily came, and added extra pressure to her exposed clit causing Emily to hold her breath and stiffen up like a board as she came. When Emily finally came down from her orgasm Chloe slowly pulled her fingers out of her still fluttering pussy and brought them to her mouth to savor how Emily tasted. When Emily recovered, she rolled Chloe onto her side, and began moving in and out of her again while finally getting to suck on one of her nipples. Chloe began riding Emily's hand in earnest. Her head was thrown back eyes closed, mouth open, and within moments came all over Emily's hand. Emily copied Chloe's action and sucked her own fingers full of Chloe's juices into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned at the taste. She opened her eyes when she was finished, and laid her head in the middle of Chloe's chest enjoying the firing, and not caring that their dinner was probably burnt at that point. Neither woman said a word for a long while. They just continued to caresses each other when they finally decided it was time to put the fire out, and head in to the tent. It was no longer food they were hungry for. Reunion I've been looking forward to this event for a long time. It was another reunion party for a group of people that used to work together. I always look forward to these parties, as it gives me a chance to get out and see some people that I have not seen in a long time. The drinking is good, the music is usually good, and the company is good. I always like to make a good impression, so tonight, I choose a short skirt that flares, a tight low cut top, and high heels. I planned on having fun tonight! I get there early, the only one there so far. I grab a drink and start watching the door, hoping more people will show up so I'm not alone. My mind starts wandering and I start thinking of all the fun I used to have with this group of people. I remember the food fights, the Halloween pranks we pulled, the over 40 birthday stunts, the Christmas buffets, the false fire alarms when someone pulled the switch or crashed into a propane heater. I also remembered the last time we got together at this same bar. The party ended late (we actually closed the bar) and we had plenty to drink. I invited one guy over to spend the night at my apartment as he had a long drive home. He accepted my offer. There we were, at my apartment. I opened the sofa bed for him and gave him the tour of the place in case he had to get up during the night for anything. He thanked me kindly and off to bed I went. I was there, naked in my bed, thinking of this man in my living room. I had been drinking, he had been drinking, I knew where my mind was, and was not sure where his was. I was thinking about his body being pressed against mine. I was thinking of his warm breath on my skin. I was tingly all over. Just as my mind wandered about that evening, and what would have happened if things happened just a little differently, my nipples began to harden, and my thighs became damp. I shifted in my bar stool when out of the corner of my eye, I saw that same man walk in. It seemed funny how he should be the first one to arrive. He walked over to where I was sitting, removed his jacket, and asked me if I wanted a refill. I looked into his eyes, smiled at him and accepted his offer. I watched him walk to the bar and wondered what our relationship would be today if things did happen differently back then. When he returned, our eyes locked for a moment. At that moment, my breathing stopped, my pulse raced, and my eyes widened. That was when our second guest showed up and broke our eye contact. That basically set the tone for the evening. My body was alert, my mind was racing, and I was drinking. More guests showed up and added to the festivities. It was such a great night with lots of laughing, lots of memories, lots of drinking, and joy. The party ended. People had filtered out one by one. I was the last to go, as usual and met up with my dream man in the parking lot. I offered again for him to sleep at my apartment. Looking into my eyes, and reading my intentions, he accepted. There we were, back on the same road as before, closing in on my apartment, only this time we were both riding in the same car. I wanted to be sure my intentions were clear this time, so I grabbed his hand and started running my fingertips over his palm. He looked at me and saw me staring at him. His look of acceptance encouraged me. I reached over to his zipper and released his already solid cock from its confines. The skin was soft and smooth, but the muscle was rigid and solid. I had a feeling it was going to be a great night. After my touch inspection, I decided I'd inspect it with my tongue. I wanted to get a feel for it ahead of time. It was nice and warm. I noticed then that his breathing had changed. I think he is enjoying the feeling of my mouth covering his manhood. I give him a lick up the bottom and hear him gasp. Thinking I want to arrive at the apartment in one piece, I decided to put my new toy away, for the time being. We are almost there anyway. As I lead him into the front door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. He held me tight as he plunged his mouth onto mine. I felt his tongue deep in my throat. His hands moved to my breasts and he started to tease my nipples. I started walking backwards, leading him into the room, moving as one unit. Once inside the living room, he started to lift my short skirt in search of my moist patch. Once he reached my pussy, he found that I had no underwear on and that I was already wet. With that, he started to pull off my skirt and top. I was also removing his clothing. We were both on fire and too hot to stop or think about consequences. Moments later, we were both naked. I was on my back and his body was covering mine. His rock hard cock plunged into my hot and already wet pussy. He seemed so large and powerful as his tool pounded into me. I could feel my climax on the rise. My hands were on his ass, pulling him into me harder and faster, not wanting him to stop. My back arched searching for greater depth. My breathing was erratic, my heartbeat racing. My mind was in a whirl. The sounds of his moaning with each thrust is what put me over the edge. I could tell he was close to spurting his load and I was ready to receive it. With a final scream erupting from my throat, my climax bursts, like in waves. His came too, with his final thrust, his face red and breathing halted, he emptied his vein. We collapsed, struggling to regain strength, our breath, and maintain our heartbeat. It didn't take long to get those stirrings again. His body was laying next to mine, glistening with sweat. His breathing was restored. I wanted more. He must have read my mind or had the same thoughts, because all of a sudden, I felt him lightly touching my nipples. I open my eyes and saw him staring down at my body. His hand slowly moved toward my bald pussy and I arched my back again. He was torturing me with his light and slow touch. As his fingers spread my lips apart and reached inside my hole, his mouth covered my nipples. I wanted to be consumed. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside of me again, but he was not done with me yet. He slowly lowered himself between my thighs. His tongue took the same path his fingers did and found my hole. Oh GOD! I love to feel the feather light pressure of tongue, the soft licking of my lips, the vise like grip on my ass as his face is buried in my thighs. I was going over the edge. He munched on my flesh, licked away my juices, and fucked me with his tongue. I couldn't breathe! I didn't want him to stop. It felt so good. That was when he did stop. It wanted it to last. He told me to get on my knees, so of course, I did! Just when I was ready to feel his tongue again, it was his cock that surprised me. "Yes!" I shouted! OH, that feels so fucking good! Please don't stop!" With that, he slapped the side of my ass and plunged in harder, riding me like a wild horse. It was great! Then, to my next surprise, I felt his finger on the edge of my ass hole. He was going to finger fuck my ass as he slammed my pussy. I felt his finger go in, just past that muscle to his 2nd knuckle. He was slow and gentle with his finger while my muscle accommodated him, never missing a beat with his cock. When he felt my muscle relax, he pushed his finger all the way in. He was fucking my ass and my pussy both hard and fast now. All I could do was take it all in, willing him not to stop. What a rhythm! What a sensation! "Yes! Fuck me like that, harder, please, slam that cock into me, rock me baby, fuck me!!!" I couldn't stop chanting my encouragement. Imagine my disappointment when he pulled out of my ass and pussy at the same time. I whimpered a protest, for I certainly wanted more. That was when his dick entered my ass and he was fucking me hard again. Damn, that felt good! Oh, to have another dick in my other hole at the same time. True double penetration was still a dream of mine. He rocked me hard and fast, pinching my nipples at the same time. I reached down and began to rub my clit as his tool was drilling my ass. He was close, he was going to cum again. So I backed off. He held me back once, now it was my turn, and he whimpered. I threw him on his back and straddled him. It was my turn to give him some of the pleasure he gave me. I grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it on his dick. I dried it off with the blanket, then grabbed the hot motion lotion. I poured some on his dick and started to lick him, just like I did in the car. I rubbed him with my hand, and sucked on him hard. The friction of my hand, the warm breath from my mouth, my tongue licking his shaft all added to the magic of the lotion. His dick was hot, he was hard, and he was loving every lick and stroke my mouth gave him. I started to lick his balls while stroking his dick. He was close to going over the edge again. He loved it, and I loved giving it to him. I happened to look out the window and saw my neighbor watching us. He was stroking his meat to the same rhythm as my mouth was sucking. This encouraged me. I watched him watching us and I wanted to put on a show. I stopped sucking and straddled his thighs, sitting on top of his cock. He was deep inside of me again. I leaned over him as I rode him, my nipples reaching his mouth as my hips bounced him. I still wanted more. I think he did too, because that was when he told me he had to take over, had to take control. He rolled me over again and threw his leg over my waist. This was the 69 position. He was licking me again (sending me over the edge) and I was sucking on him again. We were both in ecstasy. Then I felt something different. I had his cock in my mouth, his tongue on my clit, and I still felt something more, something bigger than his tongue or finger. It was my neighbors cock. Now I had a cock in my mouth, a tongue on my clit and a dick in my pussy. My head was spinning. It couldn't get any better than this! To have a tongue on my clit and have my pussy plummeted was beyond belief. Every nerve in my body was on edge. After only a few strokes, I came, and I came hard. That didn't stop them though. They were not done with me... Reunion Author's note: This story was an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge) 5, a collaborative competition among Lit authors. Every story for this FAWC began with the exact same line. Where it went from there was up to the author. Those participating in sexual acts are 18 or above (or nonhuman). ***** Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. Rhomar's gaze was drawn to them again and again, although he himself had placed them there. The handkerchief was old, threadbare and crumpled, the grey fabric stained with dark splotches. The book was bound in thick leather-scorched black, with metal fittings protecting the corners and the spine. A slender iron chain was wound around the book several times, held together by what looked like a silver rod enclosing the ends of the chain. It was no small book either; the spine longer than Rhomar's forearm. And then there was the knife. No mere kitchen utensil, this. The light of the sputtering candle played along a foot-long blade, tapering to a needle-thin point. The hilt was made from one seven-sided, dull grey gemstone, two-thirds of it wrapped in leather made from human skin. Intricate runes were etched into the shiny metal, unintelligible to those outside the Order. But Rhomar knew full well what they meant: eternal imprisonment in the soulstone hilt for those whose body was pierced by the razor-sharp weapon. A fitting fate for the one who wronged him. With a sigh, he rose from the chair he had been sitting in for the last two hours, his robes rustling. He stored the blade in a hidden sheath on his hip. Then he picked up the book, soothed by its familiar heft and weight. His Book of Secrets, pages upon pages of demonic lore. Rhomar was a warlock, cursed with demonic ancestry and well-versed in the ways of the Burning Pits. The book held the true names of several denizens of the Pits, along with information to bend them to his will. Combined with the infernal magic which infused his blood, Rhomar was a force to be reckoned with. He had travelled the Western Continent for decades, honing his powers to a masterful edge. But where others of the Order tried to use their accumulated power for personal gain or in the service of some Lord of Hell, Rhomar's ambition was far simpler. He desired revenge. His teacher had wronged him, and Rhomar had spent every waking hour since then to prepare her eventual demise. And today was the day. The plan was laid out, the preparations were all but complete; all that was left to do was to buy a few crucial items and then confront her. Rhomar hooked a long leather strap into the chain holding the book closed and slung it over his shoulder, then gingerly picked up the handkerchief and stowed it in a pocket inside his robe. The old piece of fabric was all that was left of his twin sister, the dark stains the last bit of ashes that remained of Serena's body after their teacher had finished with her. Rhomar gnashed his teeth in barely-controlled fury. His reflection scowled back at him from the small mirror over the washing table, two burning orange eyes in a skeletal visage. His demonic ancestry, amplified by dark rituals he had performed over the previous decades, had burned away nearly all of his humanity. His parched skin was pulled taut over the bones of his skull. Rhomar was bald and instead of hair, three rows of tiny horns went along his skull, framed by a pair of pointed ears. With a final snarl, he pulled the hood of his robe up and left the small room he had rented for the previous night. * * * * "There are three main tenets in regards to demonology," Meruru explained. A claw-like hand gestured at the glowing runes hovering next to her. A quartet of apprentices sat opposite her, their eyes looking from their notebooks to her and back again. As she spoke, text appeared on the pages of the books, unwholesome runes which seemed to move as the eye passed over them. She noticed the disgusted and uneasy looks her apprentices had for her. No wonder. Meruru's body looked terrible, with skin pulled taut over her bones. Her face looked more like a skull, with flaring eyes deep in their sockets and wispy strands of hair dangling out of her hood. "Loyalty, Diligence and Ingenuity. These three are the foundation from which we draw our power. Be loyal to your subjects and to your superiors, because you will need every ally in this world where holier-than-thou clerics will be after you more often than not. "Always be diligent. A single mispronounced syllable can spell disaster. Your carefully crafted incantation could hit the wrong target, or instead of praising your lords and masters, you could offend them, with dire consequences. Yes, Vargain?" One of the apprentices flinched as she called his name. "I- I thought we were to learn demonology. The art of shaking the world to its foundations. So far, it sounds like pretty much every kind of magic. My old master sounded exactly like you. Hard work, devotion, blah, blah." The apprentice tossed his head back and his hood slipped down, revealing long, well-kempt hair and distinguished features. Meruru imagined him beneath her, moaning as she rode him. But so far, he had refused all her advances. He said he wanted to keep their relationship "strictly professional." Her mouth twisted into an angry scowl at his rejection. "What do you expect? You snap your fingers and naked servants appear for your amusement?" she hissed. "And if you want to question my teaching methods, you should wait until I'm done. Now shut up and listen. "Ingenuity. Don't be shackled by rules, but don't be stupid about breaking them either. Grasp every chance to increase your power. Just make sure you can hold on to it. What good is the true name of a Pit Lord when he will rip you to shreds once you call him? Be wise in what you do and don't be afraid to try something new, and the rewards will be spectacular." Her hand slithered down the front of her robes and stopped over her sex. One finger dipped between her thighs. Vargain spoke up again. "So you say we can do what we want? What about the other two tenets? What will keep me from torching you to get at your grimoires?" He raised his hands, menacing orbs of flame forming between curled fingers. "That's what I get for letting one into my tower who isn't of the Order? Oh well," Meruru sighed. "At least now I have a practical example to illustrate what I mean." She flung out one hand and a brazier in the corner of the room flared up, the flames lapping at the stone ceiling of her instruction chamber. She barked one harsh word, the syllables reverberating off the old stone walls, and Vargain was hoisted to his feet, a look of utter panic on his handsome features. The other apprentices scrabbled to get out of the way, their eyes never leaving their comrade. A deep rumble shook the room to its foundations and a shadow of something large, winged and muscular appeared within the flame. "Come, oh my lord and master. I have a tasty morsel for you," Meruru beckoned. She curled her fingers and Vargain stumbled closer, terror in his eyes. Grinning, the female warlock sauntered over to him. She placed an arm around his waist and walked him closer to the brazier. Vargains gnashed his teeth, sweat pouring from his brow as he tried to fight the compulsion Meruru had cast upon him. But to no avail, his body acted without his consent and staggered along next to her. "You see? I didn't even need a lengthy summon. Gral'zu, my lord and master, knows that when I call upon him, it will be worth his while. My loyalty and diligence are paying off, wouldn't you agree?" They were close to the brazier now. The infernal heat singed Vargains eyebrows and his hair began to smoke. A huge, scarlet arm shot out of the flames and grabbed the apprentice by the front of his robe. Flailing his arms and screaming at the top of his lungs, Vargain was pulled into the blaze. Within moments, only the sickly sweet stench of burning flesh remained. Meruru turned back towards her remaining apprentices. "Let this be a lesson to you all. Class, dismissed." Her apprentices bolted from the room. Meruru leaned against the wall and used the cooling brazier for support. Despite her boast, calling upon her master had drained her badly. Even the simple act of keeping upright was enough to nearly overwhelm her. Only when she couldn't hear the panicked steps of her apprentices any more did she allow herself to sink to her knees. This body was quickly nearing the end of its usefulness. When her heart stopped thumping in her head, she slowly made her way into her private study. Maybe some tea would do her good. Meruru busied herself at the large samovar near her desk. Her hand shook too much as she tried to pour herself a cup of tea. She had to use her other one to keep the teapot steady, and even then she spilled some onto the old, ornate side table. Reading the ancient texts had been a chore for a year, but she knew the day would come when her body would reach the end of its usefulness. Sipping her tea, she tugged the bellpull next to her massive desk and summoned one of her servants. "You have called, mistress?" the raven-haired woman asked when she entered Meruru's study. She even bowed a little. The old woman smiled as she rose from behind her desk. "I have need of you," she rasped, fiddling with the belt keeping her robes together. The servant tried her best to hide her true feelings, but Meruru saw her flaring nostrils, the eyes widening in stifled revulsion. Rustling softly, the black garment slid off her, revealing a skeletally thin body, the skin taut over the bones, except for her breasts, which were two floppy sacks of empty skin. The servant slapped a hand over her mouth as Meruru advanced on her, licking her lips. "Don't make me cut you out of these rags," Meruru threatened. She curled her fingers and a curved dagger appeared in her hand. The servant staggered back a step, then turned and ran. She made it to the door of the study, but the massive slab of wood slammed shut in her face and the lock turned. "Forget what I said. It's much more fun this way," Meruru laughed, a horrible, dry sound filled with malice. She caught up with the servant and spun her around. The woman tried to hit her, but Meruru swatted her flailing hands aside with one of her own. Despite the look of frailty, her iron will infused the limbs with a strength far beyond what this body would have managed on its own. Then she barked one knotty word and the servant stopped moving, face frozen in a mask of utter panic. "Come on, it's not like I'm trying to kill you. On the contrary." With careful movements, Meruru cut the simple garb off the woman's body. Nodding to herself, she passed her claw-like hands over the soft, rosy skin. "Yes, you will do very nicely." Meruru bent low and licked at the servant's nipple before looking into her eyes. She saw only terror and madness there. The woman before her was fearing for her life. She had no idea. Meruru relaxed her paralysis spell a little and bent the woman's hand, so that her palm was facing up. She used the dagger to cut the woman's palm. Not deep, just enough to draw blood, then she repeated the action on herself. Sighing in anticipation, Meruru pressed her hand onto the servant's and invoked the name of her patron, an unwholesome string of syllables no mortal should be able to utter. But she had centuries of practice, and the name rolled off her tongue easily. As always, her master responded, flooding her body with the irresistible rush of unbridled power, and Meruru cast off her feeble, old shell. For one glorious second, she was nothing but pure thought, until her consciousness shrank to a single point. The taste of ashes filled her mouth. Blindly, she fumbled around on the floor until she found a piece of fabric. Pressing it to her lips, she spat, then she forced her eyes open. The ceiling of the study greeted her. Coughing up the rest of the ashes, she sat up, taking stock of her situation. It was much brighter than she remembered, and every movement felt smooth and easy. She would need to order the servants to clean up her study, to remove the remains of her former body. But ashes were the least of her concerns right now. Her lips curled in a triumphant smile and she passed her hands over her naked body, kneading her breasts. Her hands slid lower, over her taut belly, until her fingers brushed through the light fuzz covering her mound. Meruru loved the first moments in a new body the most, the delicious sensation of exploring every curve. Giggling, she dipped two fingers into herself. This one was a virgin for once. It was hard to believe that the servant had managed to ward off the advances or predations of Meruru's apprentices that long. Meruru withdrew her fingers and licked the few drops of moisture off them before rising from the carpeted floor. Thinking about her apprentices, fit young men, gave her an idea. It was time to properly break in this body. Naked and humming a bawdy tune, Meruru left the study. * * * * Rhomar tossed a few coins on the counter. "Have yerself a safe journey," the bald innkeep spat. He swiped the coins off the counter and dropped them into a pouch of his apron with a a scowl. "My coin not good enough for you?" Rhomar asked, fixing him with a long, hard stare. "It's not the coin, it's you. The sooner yer gone, the better. We don't like yer kind here." The barkeep grabbed a rag and began to scrub his bar with a vengeance, pretending Rhomar had already left. The warlock shrugged and exited the sparsely populated taproom. He still had one last thing to take care of. This town in the foothills of the Frostguard Mountains, Roarfell, was the only place where he could get a special ore crucial to his plan. His familiar, Fraternus, had found a supplier and Rhomar was eager to get things over with. The imp had a knack of finding improbable items, one of the few reasons Rhomar kept him around. He was the one who brought back the handkerchief with Serena's ashes when he came back from a spying mission in Meruru's tower. Outside, Rhomar made his way around the inn, until he was well out of sight between the main building and the stables. He placed a small wooden bowl onto a hay bale and produced a knife from his sleeve, then proceeded to cut his wrist. The enchanted blade bit into his flesh and he squeezed a small rivulet of blood into the bowl before his flesh knit on its own. His patron gave him unparalleled powers, abilities most other spellcasters would die for, but it all came with a price. Rhomar sprinkled a black powder into the bowl and hissed a few syllables. The powder soaked up the blood and expanded until the small bowl was filled to the brim with a brownish sludge. "Come, Fraternus," the warlock ordered. At first, nothing happened. Rhomar drummed his fingers against his thigh and waited. After a few more moments, the bowl lifted off the hay bale and tilted. But instead of plummeting towards the ground, the brown sludge just vanished into thin air. Someone burped, loudly. "How nice of you to show up. You forgot to mention where exactly your supplier resided," Rhomar said in the harsh language of the Burning Pits. "Now, did I? I'm terribly sorry, master," a high, squeaky voice answered him. From one moment to the next, a small naked humanoid was sitting on the hay bale, toying with the bowl. It was tiny, maybe a foot tall and covered head to toe in reddish-brown scales. The head sported a pair of slender, curved horns sweeping back over the cranium. The thing had wings, like those of a bat, and a tail almost twice as long as it was, topped off with a curved stinger. It was an imp, a demonic familiar, and an especially ugly one at that, with a sharp, hooked nose, mean red eyes and a forked tongue which lapped at few errant drops of sludge between words. Something thumped in the stables, loud enough to cause Rhomar to look up from the grinning imp. "I wonder what's happening," Fraternus said, tail twitching. Rhomar's gaze was drawn to the long, curved stinger at its end. It was coated with a vile poison and Fraternus enjoyed using it on anyone he perceived as a threat to himself or Rhomar. The venom turned the victim's blood to acid in mere seconds, leaving the poor soul to die in agony. Rhomar carried an antidote on him at all times, just in case Fraternus decided that the warlock wasn't useful to him anymore. "Skittish horses are nothing new around me," Rhomar said, shrugging. "About that supplier-" "Oh, right. You want to see Shaldyn the Sticky-Fingered, off Minecart Road," Fraternus explained, long, thin arms gesturing. "Thank-" Rhomar began, only to be cut off by another loud thump, followed by a muffled moan. "Huh, skittish horses my spindly ass. Sounds more like two lovebirds getting it on," Fraternus chuckled, playing with his tiny member. "Can I go have a look?" "You know full well how humanoid reproduction works. We have more pressing business, with this Shaldyn fellow," Rhomar said. He bent low and reached for the bowl. A scream, high and fearful and loud despite the wooden stable wall caused him to freeze. Unbidden, the memories came. Serena, his twin sister, had screamed like that when Meruru had shed her robes to proudly display her skeletal, spent body, just a heartbeat before she slit Serena's arm and pressed her wizened hand onto her rosy flesh. And then there was only silence as the ash drifted to the floor and Serena's body just lay there, breasts rising and falling. No matter how hard Rhomar tried to shake her, no matter which of his few measly spells he tried, nothing was able to rouse her. Rhomar blinked. He was back in the inn's courtyard, and the sounds of fighting behind the stable wall continued. Rhomar snapped off a simple spell and stepped into the wall, passing through it as if it were made from smoke. He ended up in a box with a few hay bales, on top of which two people were wrestling. He recognized one of the serving maids from the previous evening. She was struggling to keep a cursing man from shoving his thick cock into her. One of her eyes was swollen shut, her lip was bleeding and her clothes were ripped and torn. The woman's head tossed wildly on the hay, but then she caught sight of Rhomar. "Help me, for Mercy's sake!" she pleaded. The man, smelling of sweat and beer even at this early hour, turned around. His bearded face twisted into a leering grimace. "This is none of yer business. Leave. Or d'ya wanna join?" He pumped his dick twice, then he turned back towards the woman. She used his distraction to plant a foot straight into his stomach. Coughing, he bent over. The woman tried to scrabble past him, but he was quicker and caught her with a flailing arm across her chest. The blow pushed her back onto the hay. When he straightened up again, the man wielded a short hook, the kind used to haul hay bales around. The tip looked razor-sharp. "I'll gut ya for that, ya fucking cunt," he roared, winding up for a blow. Rhomar didn't hesitate. He called upon one of the demons he knew, offering the rapist's soul as a token of loyalty. In an instant, the box was flooded with an ominous red glare. The hook-wielding man stopped mid-swing and tried to make out what had happened. Around him, the floor heaved and burning yellow cracks formed in the packed dirt. "What- what sorcery is this?" he rasped, dick deflating. As if to answer him, the floor burst upwards, revealing a multitude of arms. Some scaled, some armored, some nothing more than slimy, pulsing tubes of flesh adorned with suckers or sharp spines shot up and grabbed him around the legs. Reunion The woman scrabbled back up the hay to put as much distance as possible between her and the burning hole which was pulling the man in. His panicked screams rose in pitch and volume as a barbed tentacle ensnared his manhood and yanked. By now, he was hip-deep in the hands, and they clawed at his clothing, which offered even more purchased than his bare legs. In a moment he was gone and the hole rumbled shut. Only the soft crunch of cooling stone was any indication that there had ever been a rift leading to some other place. "Who are-" the woman began, only to be cut short. Fraternus knelt behind her, his long tail wound around her neck and his stinger pointing at her face. She tried to pry the choking appendage off her, but couldn't find any purchase. "What in the Burning Pits are you doing?" Rhomar yelled. "Just making sure she won't send the blasted clergy our way," Fraternus grunted, trying to keep the flailing woman under control. He hung on her back like a murderous, floppy doll, but she couldn't get him off her either. "Stop it! I command you," Rhomar shouted. "No can do boss. She's a loose end after all. And what a cute one..." Rhomar had had enough. He chanted a single, clear note. Divine radiance exploded from his palm and washed over the imp. Fraternus howled in pain, wings, skin and tail smoking, as he dove off the woman. "Did-did you just cast a Banishment on me?" the imp asked aghast, slapping at smoking patches of skin. Rhomar said nothing. His eyes spoke volumes, two burning orbs fixed on the imp. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. Won't happen again, Fraternus conceded. Rhomar tossed his thumb over his shoulder. The imp shrugged and disappeared in a stinking puff of smoke. The woman stared at Rhomar. "Did you try to save or kill me back then?" she snapped, pulling her torn clothing around herself. Her neck sported two ugly purple lines where the imp had choked her with inhuman force. "I am deeply sorry. My familiar tends to get a bit zealous sometimes," Rhomar said, bowing his head in apology. "So, I did save you. Twice." The woman opened her mouth, probably to hurl insults his way, then her gaze swept downwards, to the clearly visible circle of cooling earth right in front of the hay, and she thought better of it. "Thank you. Whoever you are." Rhomar turned and left, leaving the woman behind. This was taking too long already. In passing, he picked up the bowl from the hay bale and exited the inn's courtyard. Robes flapping, he strode through the busy streets of Roarfell. People pushed carts with rocks and ingots around, peddlers sold food, clothing and tools. Amidst the workers and the traders though, Rhomar caught darker things. Pickpockets plied their trade, cultists droned their messages of the day into the passing throng, some benign but most appealing to the base nature of man, offering violence or sexual gratification for only a little fealty to this entity or that. "Hey, you," someone murmured at him. Rhomar stopped and looked around. His gaze drifted over the marketplace, where a town crier was announcing something. A moment later, he heard the creaking of wood and the cheers of the crowd. Then he saw the gallows, a twenty-foot beam with nine nooses, each and every one occupied. The convicted flailed their legs as the nooses drew shut. "Riveting, eh?" the voice purred again. Rhomar turned to face the speaker. A black-clad elf stood next to him in an archway, expensive jewelry hanging off his ears and eyebrows. Behind him, a large wagon loomed in the alley. "What do you want?" Rhomar asked, fixing him with a dark stare. The elf favored him with a knowing smile. "It's not what I want, it's what you'll want." He stepped aside and Rhomar looked at an elven girl, no older than ten or twelve. She stared at him with wide, pleading eyes. A thin golden chain ran from her neck to the elf's wrist. "Ain't she a beauty? Never been fu-" Rhomar's claw-like hand shot out and grabbed the elf by the throat. "You can count yourself lucky that I am too busy to deal with you personally," he hissed, easily keeping the struggling pimp at bay. "Let's just say my master is always on the lookout for new souls to torment, and you would be a prime candidate for a thousand years of ass rape." Rhomar snarled a quick incantation and a cluster of burning coals appeared in his free hand. His demonic ancestry made him impervious to something as trivial as heated rocks, and he relished the look of panic on the pimp's face as his glove sizzled and crackled in the heat. He loosened his grip and the pimp staggered back a step, gulping air into his lungs. Rhomar stepped into him and yanked his collar away from his neck, dumping the burning coals down the elf's shirt. A bit of glinting metal caught his eye. The elf wore a slim gold chain around his neck, a key dangling from it. Rhomar snatched the key as the elf crashed to the cobbles, not caring that the thin chain carved a bloody furrow into the pimp's neck. He tossed the key towards the girl, then he turned and left the alley. The elf girl picked up the key and ran to unlock the wagon before the pimp could recover. The last thing she saw of her saviour was a dark shadow disappearing amidst the crowds. * * * * Meruru moaned around the cock in her mouth as the one in her ass shot hot spurts of cum deep into her bowels. Her tongue swirled around the tip, bringing that one over the edge as well. Her hand was busy extending her own climax by rubbing her most sensitive spot as she greedily sucked her apprentice dry. So far they were none the wiser, thinking that particular servant at last gave in to their offers of "education". It was hard to find gifted apprentices these days. They all paled in comparison to Rhomar. That one was special. He would have recognized her within moments, even in this fresh body. His revulsion was nectar to her back then, even as he hurled her across the room when she tried to seduce him in his sister's shell. Thinking about him made her hornier than she'd been in ages. She heard murmuring and opened her eyes. Both apprentices were chanting and caressing their spent dicks. Meruru knew that spell. After all, she had invented it. By manipulating blood flow, a skilled warlock could cause his dick to keep straight even after ejaculation, and it seemed her apprentices had "found" the book she had planted in their common room. Smiling, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, ready for another bout. Suddenly a brazier in the room flared, the flame tongue whipping the beams holding the ceiling. A moment later, the fire died down and a naked imp sat in the bowl. He cast his eyes around until he saw Meruru. "Mistress! So glad to see you!" Fraternus called, hopping out of the brazier. Meruru smiled wickedly as she saw her apprentices exchange panicked looks. "Surprised, boys?" she asked, caressing herself. It was the first time she had spoken to them, and her inflection revealed the body's true occupant. The apprentices bolted, faces flaring red. Sighing, Meruru pushed herself onto one elbow and beckoned Fraternus to come closer. The imp flashed her a wide grin and hopped onto the mattress. "What are you doing here?" Meruru asked, wrapping two fingers around his tiny member. "Well... I was in the vicinity and..." Fraternus stopped as Meruru looked at him, eyes twinkling. "Are you still with Rhomar? Or did he finally join our masters in Hell? "Geez, mistress, you're making it awfully hard..." Fraternus huffed. "Since you scared off my 'prentices, I need a substitute cock. And I don't want to call a Hellspawn just yet. Do you mind?" Meruru held out her wrist. "Everything for you, mistress" Fraternus said with a bow, then he took her wrist in both his hands and bit down, tearing a long, bloody gash into it. Meruru dipped her finger into the wound and smeared a few lines onto Fraternus' torso, arms, legs and cock. Then she spat a few harsh syllables. "I hate it when you do that," Fraternus hissed. His body began to warp and grow. The sounds of reforming flesh and bone were disgusting, mixed in with Fraternus' whimpers of pain, but a few moments after Meruru had started the spell, Fraternus had grown into a six-foot slab of a demon, wide shoulders, long arms with wicked claws and a dick to match. Only his wings were as small as before, useless bits of leather flapping on his back. "Now, come to your mistress," Meruru purred, leaning back and looking into his red eyes. She spread her legs for him. "Or better yet, come in your mistress. And then you'll tell me why you're here." * * * * Rhomar had to ask a beggar on Minecart Road where Shaldyn's shop was. No sign pointed the way, no obvious shop window either. The old crone, after pocketing two of his gold coins, guided him to a nondescript door and left Rhomar wondering how his familiar had found this shop in the first place. He pushed the door open and entered a dingy room that smelled of metal, earth and stone. A single oil lamp offered meager illumination. "Welcome to Shaldyn's Emporium of Exotic Excavations!" A thin man, hair slicked back over his scalp, rose from behind a counter. Several gold teeth twinkled in the light of the lamp as he beamed at Rhomar. The warlock gazed around. On shelves and tables, he spotted large, glowing crystals and shiny metal ingots. "So, you're selling fancy rocks," Rhomar said. "You hurt my salesman's pride," Shaldyn shot back. "I offer the curious, the hard-to-find, the mysterious and-" "Do you have disjunction stones?" the warlock interrupted. Shaldyn blinked, not used to such rudeness. "Stones? How many would you need? One is plenty to ruin any magician's day." "At least five. Four is the absolute minimum." "You have come to the right place. I have enough disjunction stones to make the Mages' Guild of Storm Harbour weep in frustration. Provided you have ample coin. These things don't come-" Rhomar crossed the room in two quick steps and placed a large bag of coins on the counter. He could see Shaldyn's eyes widen as he tried to estimate the bag's contents. "These are one thousand gold, minted in Storm Harbour," Rhomar explained. "Just to make sure you have what I need. There are another thousand in it for you if can can provide me with the stones now. For each day I have to wait, it will be a hundred gold less." "No worries, no worries. I have what you need, good man." Shaldyn said. "If you could wait just a moment?" "Make it quick, I don't have all day," Rhomar growled. Shaldyn ducked into another room and Rhomar could hear him mumbling to himself as he sorted through what sounded like wooden drawers. A few moments later, Shaldyn appeared again, holding a small tray in front of him. On red velvet, five dull grey pebbles were laid out. They were not much larger than a marble each and appeared smooth and silky on the outside. "Here you go. Five disjunction stones. Excuse me for asking, but what do you need them for? I mean, with their magic-eating ability and-" "None of your business. Does your blacksmith ask what you need his horseshoes for?" Rhomar pulled a pair of pliers from a pouch on his belt. He then produced a gold coin, tossed it on the counter and hissed a few syllables. The coin burst into flame, scorching the wood. "Hey-" Shaldyn complained. Rhomar shushed him with a snarl and picked up one of the stones with the pliers. If they really were disjunction stones and not just a fake, they would drain any and all magic they came in contact with. His plan to kill Meruru did not involve any spellcasting, but the way to her tower would, so he couldn't take any risk of draining himself by accident. Rhomar dropped the stone onto the coin and the fire vanished. He repeated that four more times, each time with another stone. They all worked the same way. "Good job," the warlock said, pulling another sack of coins from his pack. "Come on. Just a hint. What are you tryin' to do?" Shaldyn prodded. "I told you, none of your business. You're better off not knowing," Rhomar said. He used the pliers to drop the stones into a small leather bag which he stuffed into his robes. "You're going to mess up a mage, that's for sure," Shaldyn said, grinning. "I don't want to be your enemy, really." "Then you should stop asking questions," the warlock cautioned him. "But I wonder what kind of mage requires five stones when it takes just one-" Rhomar reached across the counter and pulled Shaldyn's face close to his. "For the last time, stop bugging me. And if you have to know. Her name is Meruru. Ever heard of her?" "The Witch of the Black Tower? She's kinda notorious 'round here. And you're gonna try to off her? No offence, but you look like one of her 'prentices to me." "I was, once." Rhomar caught Shaldyn's triumphant grin, then sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll tell you. If you promise to quit pestering me." "Sure," Shaldyn said, sitting down again. "In fact, both my twin sister and I were Meruru's apprentices. One of my ancestors sired a child with a demon, and the tainted blood had been passed down through our family ever since. "Our childhood was normal enough, considering many of our relatives were involved with the arcane arts, but Serena and I seemed rather normal. We spent our days playing in the fields and forests, pretending to be great adventurers on the hunt for lost treasures and foul beasts. But when Serena became a woman, things happened we couldn't explain. "The grass underneath our naked feet began to wilt, animals became frightened or aggressive when we drew near, and worst of all, food we touched spoiled in mere moments. We had no idea what was happening, and tried to hide the strange omens from our parents. We were scared to think what they would do to us if they found out, that their children had turned into harbingers of ill omens. Of course our parents did know. One day, a black-robed man appeared at our house, proclaiming us wards of the Order. He gave our parents a sack filled with only gods know what and hauled us off. After a few days of travelling, we finally arrived at Meruru's tower and she took us in, teaching us about the corruption in our body, how to live with it and how best to use it to our own ends." "Doesn't sound too bad so far. I wouldn't know what to do if my child suddenly showed demon powers," Shaldyn said. "But- no food?" Rhomar raised his arm above the counter and showed Shaldyn his gloved hand. The fingertips were cut off to allow for his black, claw-like fingernails. "They help somewhat, but one learns to eat little, and fast. Anyway, Meruru taught us well, until the day her body failed her." "Um... didn't you say you wanted to kill her? How's that- Oh. She's undead?" "No. Quit interrupting me. Meruru knows of a way to extend her own lifespan, by possessing other bodies. When her old one failed, she took over my sister." "Can't you like... send her back into that old body of hers?" "I wish I could. But the old bodies disintegrate the moment Meruru leaves them. Those bodies not tainted by demonic blood can't take the strain of warlock magic and age much faster than normal, until they are utterly burnt out and held together only by Meruru's willpower. And there can be only one soul inhabiting a body, so by the time I knew what she had done, Serena was long gone. There was nothing I could do," Rhomar said, balling his fists. "Man, that's rough." "Meruru will pay. For my sister and all the others who died at her hands." "Good luck. Sounds like you'll need it." Rhomar rose. Telling his story to this stranger only reinforced how much he hated Meruru, everything she represented. In the pursuit of his revenge, he had turned into one of those monsters he once vowed to vanquish. His hand closed around the crumpled old handkerchief and he silently asked Serena for forgiveness as he left the shop. Meruru would die today, even if it was the last thing he'd ever do. Once he had left the city behind, Rhomar used an old standing stone to shorten the distance he needed to travel. Most people thought of them as remnants of old druidic worship sites, but he knew better. They were far older than even the druids or the elves, made in a time when angels and demons had roamed the world, deciding what they wanted to create next. The Order used them as secret pathways, the ancient words needed to activate them a prized secret lent to them by their demonic masters. Rhomar invoked the words and stepped into the stone. * * * * "Damn, I needed that," Meruru chuckled, crawling off Fraternus' prone body. "One would think that with all those willing dimwits around, you would get all the fucking that you need," the imp grumbled. Then he squealed in agony as his body folded in on itself again. Meruru watched him spasm on the ruined bed, caressing a cum-stained breast. "Watch your tongue, imp," Meruru admonished him once he was his foot-tall self again. "Dimwits or not, one day they might be commanding a Legion of Hell. Or call on you for their twisted amusement." "Huh. To me they looked like children with their hand in the cookie jar" Fraternus snorted. "Oh, over all the fucking I almost forgot. Rhomar is on his way here." "Oh, how lovely" Meruru giggled. "So he has come to his senses after all these years? Did he say how much he missed me?" Fraternus laughed, a high, painful wheezing. "Oh yes, he's dying to see you. And he plans on killing you." "Ungrateful brat. But I will make sure he gets the reception he deserves." Meruru rolled off the bed and stretched leisurely. Then she yelled for her servants. The tower needed cleaning, some of the corpses needed to be removed and she craved a hot, soapy bubble bath. She never noticed the murderous stares Fraternus shot her way. * * * * Like a black claw piercing the heavens, the tower dominated the landscape around it. From afar, it looked crooked, but Rhomar knew that it was just a trick of the mind. Mortal perception wasn't used to the irregular geometry of the Burning Pits and the brain tried to correct what it perceived as impossible. The closer one got, the stronger the demonic influence became. First, there were only occasional gusts of wind smelling of ash and sulphur, but every step showed more of the corruption emanating from that menacing building. Grass gave way to parched, blackened earth and then to stone, hot even through the soles of his boots. The tower itself was surrounded by a moat of bubbling lava, the only way across a narrow stone bridge without bannisters. Rhomar stopped one last time and took in the dismal scenery. Meruru often had boasted how she had earned the tower by spending seven years as the preferred concubine of Gral'zu, one of the seven Lords of the Pit. She loved to shock her apprentices with tales of demonic debauchery, of week-long orgies that had left her body a scarred, shattered husk. But Gral'zu had seen her devotion and rewarded her, first with the ability to replace her body if it failed her, then with a place among his trusted faithful and lastly this tower, a tiny spot of Hell right in the midst of the Western Continent where she could find and nurture more devotees to his service. Rhomar knew that he faced an almost impossible task. He wanted to kill Meruru once and for all, right in her lair. Doing so would invoke the wrath of Gral'zu, with a possible eternity of anguish in the Pits as punishment for that transgression. But there was a way. What if Meruru's soul never died? To that end, he had spent the last twenty years researching soul magic and finally found what he needed: plans for a forbidden demonic weapon, the Soulblade. Reunion Every demon, even something as lowly as an imp, was able to reform when killed, given enough time. After all, true evil never died. And so, during an era of civil war in the Pits, some ingenious demons came up with the idea to imprison the souls of their enemies for all eternity in an item. There was no escape from a soulstone, even if said item was destroyed. Once knowledge about these weapons spread, all of demonkind united against those tinkerers and annihilated them with their own weapons, to make sure this knowledge would never fall into the hands of their enemies. But thanks to the turmoil of the civil war, word had already leaked into the mortal realms. The process of creating a Soulblade had driven Rhomar to the brink of his sanity. Some ingredients for the blade were nigh impossible to find, and the ritual to craft the soulstone nearly got him killed. The authorities in Storm Harbour didn't look too kindly upon someone who needed freshly-tanned human skin and troughs full of fresh blood. Even though he only stalked the homeless and the terminally ill, they pursued him for years afterwards. Rhomar shrugged. They had no idea. If the plan succeeded, Meruru wouldn't be a threat to anyone, and the whole mortal realm could breathe a sigh of relief. His hand caressed the cold, lifeless gem one last time before he set foot onto the stone bridge. The lava on both sides of the narrow walkway erupted and two huge, winged monstrosities emerged. They fixed Rhomar with baleful eyes and placed their burning paws onto the bridge, barring further progress. "Who goes there?" one of the Fire Beasts roared. Rhomar traced a glowing sign into the air in front of him. Both beasts howled in agony as they beheld the Banishment rune. Staring at Rhomar with murderous eyes, they slogged backwards through the lava. Ignoring them, the warlock crossed the bridge with brisk strides and raised his fist to hammer at the huge metal gates. His glove barely hit the door as it creaked open. Rhomar paused for a moment. That was different from how it usually worked. Defenses up, the warlock slipped into the tower. The entrance hall was as grand and imposing as he remembered. It took up the first three levels of the tower, illuminated by four immense fire bowls placed at the four major cardinal directions. A long, spiral staircase wound around the walls, with large alcoves at regular intervals. The alcoves held grand black suits of armor, each and every one unique in its construction and shape. Rhomar knew that Meruru could animate each one with a command, turning this hall into a deadly trap for unaware intruders. On the floor, a huge, shaggy Pit Dog slept, next to the western fire bowl. Each measured breath set its black-and-gold fur rippling. On occasion, a small plume of fire would erupt from its nostrils or mouth, playing over the charred carcass lying in front of it. Rhomar sensed someone watching him. He raised his head and his gaze met Meruru's. Her eyes never changed, no matter the body she wore. Neither did her aura change, that feeling of menace always emanating from her. Every muscle in his body tensed. "Your senses are as sharp as ever, dear Rhomar," she purred. "What gave me away? I was pretty sure I had my steps muffled." Rhomar didn't answer. Instead, he began to climb the stairs. He would have preferred a more direct approach, like a swift spell of flight, but Meruru was no fool. Apart from a few select rooms, the tower was warded against spellcasting. "I would have expected a bit more gratitude, you know? I could have set Gnasher on you just as easily." At Meruru's mention of its name, the Pit Dog raised its head, its eyes following Rhomar's every move. A dangerous, low growl rumbled from its throat. "You shouldn't have fed it so recently then," Romar remarked. He stopped at the first armor suit and flicked something at it from inside his sleeve. Something looking like a small rock pinged off its thigh armor. He continued walking up the stairs. "My, we are sounding serious today. What has brought you to my door in the first place? Did you miss me?" At the second armor suit, Rhomar repeated his last action, flicking another pebble at it. Meruru cocked her head, then comprehension dawned on her face. "You aren't dropping those magic-eating disjunction stones at my armor suits, are you? If I didn't know better, I would think you distrust me. After all I've done for you." Rhomar had climbed up half the steps. He stopped after flicking his third pebble and threw a nasty look at Meruru. "I'm doing this because I know full well what you are capable of. And after all you've done to me, it never crossed your mind that you could have hurt me?" "Are you still grudging me over your sister? She wasn't half the warlock you'd turn out to be. No huge loss," Meruru said with a shrug. "No loss for you, maybe. But Serena was my pillar of strength, the only being able to relate to my feelings, the chaos my demonic blood unleashed in me." His anger caused Rhomar to speed up, but he didn't forget to flick a fourth pebble at the last armor suit. There were only a few dozen steps between him and Meruru. "And you killed her. How long did her body last? A few years? A decade? How long, Meruru?" "Long enough. The taint was strong in her, and I enjoyed not hurting myself when casting a spell for a change. Oh, and the demons I fucked with it really enjoyed that small boyish bum." Meruru chuckled. "Come now. The past is gone. Why brood over it? It's obvious that you didn't need Serena after all. Look at you. A towering mountain of fury you are, my brightest achievement. Let us make peace," Meruru offered, parting her robe. "As long as you live, I will never know peace!" Rhomar yelled and charged at her, taking two stairs with each long stride. When only a few yards separated them, he pulled the Soulblade from his robes. "Today, you'll die!" "Oh, the drama," Meruru laughed, easily dodging his first vicious stab. "I think you'll need to cool down a bit." She coughed a knotty word and a solid block of ice ensnared Rhomar's feet, locking him in place. Then Meruru closed the distance, blocking an overhead stab by grabbing Rhomar's wrist. "But I commend your determination. I knew you had it in you. Just imagine where you would be if you could let go once in a while." Nose to nose with Rhomar, she brutally twisted his wrist. Gnashing his teeth, Rhomar dropped the knife. Meruru kicked it away and it clattered down some stairs. "We could have carved ourselves a cozy little realm from this plane, just you, me and a couple replacement bodies," she murmured. "I also wear Ironflesh. Sorry for spoiling your plans." Smiling fondly, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her lips to his. Rhomar bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, but Meruru didn't flinch. "Ironflesh, honey," she murmured. Rhomar stopped struggling. He moved his hands around Meruru's hips and pulled her close, clawing at her butt cheeks. "You did change your mind?" Meruru whispered, licking his lips. Rhomar bowed his head. "It seems I was a fool to directly engage you," he conceded, his voice leaden with defeat. "I knew you would come around. Admit it. You had no other plan than to stab me to death." "True. I know how well-warded your tower is, so I didn't plan on using spells anyway. Not with the disjunction stones I needed to stop your traps." "So, now what?" Meruru ground her sex against Rhomar, noting with no small measure of satisfaction how hard he had become. The warlock slipped his hands into her robes and caressed her naked back with his sharp, clawed fingers. "You could thaw the ice around my ankles. After that, I could properly show how sorry I am," he suggested. "You may do with me as you wish in your bedroom." "I like the way you're thinking, Rhomar," Meruru sighed. With great care, she pulled the Book of Secrets off his shoulder and placed it to the side, then she flicked her fingers and the Soulblade appeared in her hand. With swift, practiced strokes, she cut Rhomar's robes off his body, leaving him naked apart from a black loincloth and the sleeves of his robes. He shook out his wrists and let them drop to the floor as well. "I like my bed warmers with a bit more muscle, but it seems the fires of zeal are burning strongly within you," she said, caressing his emaciated chest with the razor-sharp blade of the knife. Rhomar growled, a low, ferocious sound, as he grabbed the hand holding the knife and pushed it away from his body. His other arm went around her back and pulled her in close as he brutally kissed her. Meruru opened her mouth, inviting him to conquer her with his tongue. But then she froze as something cold was pressed into the cleft of her ass. Rhomar's teeth clamped down on her lower lip again, and this time her blood flowed freely. Meruru's eyes flew open just in time to see the triumphant grin on Rhomar's face. The warlock disarmed her, taking the Soulblade from suddenly numb fingers. Without hesitation, he plunged the knife into her chest. "But..." Meruru stuttered. "I just needed you distracted enough to plant the last stone," Rhomar explained, holding up the last pebble. "It touched you long enough to drain all your spells. And since you were kind enough to get my knife..." His voice trailed off as Meruru's eyes broke and the gem hilt of the Soulblade began to shine in a bright pinkish glow. Her body fell to the floor, no longer able to keep standing. It dissolved in an ash cloud as it hit the hard stones. "I would have loved to see the both of you fucking like rabbits," came a squeaky voice from above and behind him. Rhomar turned around, knife ready for another stab, the last few crumbs of ash trickling of the blade. "I was wondering where you had gone to" Rhomar said, lowering his knife. "Oh, been there, done that," the imp giggled. "By the way, aren't you a little too careless?" Rhomar shot him a quizzical look. Someone slapped his wrist, and he dropped the disjunction stone he was still holding. A moment later, cool fingers caressed down his spine. He tried to turn, but his body refused him. "Oh, I've waited so long for this. Thank you for holding him," Fraternus said, flapping off his perch. Rolling his eyes in impotent fury, Rhomar tried to make out who had paralyzed him. He didn't have to wait long. A black-haired, winged demoness strode into his field of vision, holding out her arm. Fraternus alighted on her shoulder. "Rhomar, may I introduce to you Xanthul'ilia? She will help me get ahead in this world. And as you might know, advancement comes with sacrifice. It's nothing personal, you know?" Fraternus lashed out with his tail and sank his stinger deep into Rhomar's neck. Within a few heartbeats, Rhomar knew nothing but blinding agony as his blood began to boil. * * * * "I had no idea how good this feels, this... freedom," Fraternus sighed when Rhomar finally stopped whimpering. Stinking green foam covered what remained of his lower face and he twitched feebly on the ground. With a satisfied snarl, the imp rammed Rhomar's knife into the warlock's chest. A heartbeat later, the Soulstone changed color, from its rosy pink to an angry red, then back again. The imp chuckled softly as he held the weapon aloft. "Why him? He was your master, wasn't he?" Xanthul'ilia asked. She leaned on the bannister overlooking the tower's foyer. "More than enough reasons. First, he spent every waking moment pondering how to kill Meruru. Then, he kept me from having fun when I wanted. So I had no other choice then to sneak out and off a few people, just for kicks. I hate being stealthy. But the worst thing? He started to use holy magic on me! Can you imagine that? He cast a fucking Banishment on me, his loyal familiar!" Fraternus' skin crawled in indignation. The succubus flinched in sympathy. "So you betrayed him to Meruru, huh?" "Oh yes. But she couldn't be bothered to get her head out of bed for one fucking minute!" the imp complained. "I warned her about his plot to kill her, and all she thinks about is getting laid. Really, serves her right. And you have no idea how badly this polymorph spell hurts." "I can sympathize," the succubus purred. "I'm sure our superiors will acknowledge your diligence, devious one. How about it, shall we go back?" "Yes, let's. I'm sick and tired of this place." Fraternus flapped his wings and landed on Xanthul'ilia's shoulder. The succubus wrapped her large wings around them both. In a puff of sulphuric smoke, she disappeared. * * * * "Rise, Lord Fraternax," the naked succubus Xanthul'ilia shouted. Around her, seated on black stone benches, ranks of demons applauded. The huge fire burning in the central pit of the Ascension Hall died down and a ten-foot tall demon hoisted himself out of the ashes. His skin was armored with thick chitin plates, his hands ended in long, clawed talons and a pair of immense batlike wings wrapped around his shoulders like a majestic cloak. A quartet of long horns swept back from his brow. He tossed his bestial skull back and roared, thumping his chest in triumph while a long, scaly tail with a massive horn blade at the end slashed the air behind him. The succubus handed Fraternax a thick iron chain. From it, fitted to a black triangular amulet, a peculiar gemstone dangled. The gem pulsed in a strange light, alternating between a flaring red and a gentle, pinkish glow. The huge demon bowed his head, allowing the succubus to hang the chain around his neck. His clawed hand grabbed her ass. "How about we seal my ascension with some alone time?" he growled, sliding a finger between her shapely butt cheeks. Xanthul'ilia moaned dutifully and pressed herself against the rock-hard muscles of his thigh. She was more than willing to submit to her new master, the one who so deftly outsmarted two master warlocks. He would make it far in the Burning Pits, and allying with such a cunning master seemed the wisest course of action. She closed her hand around his massive cock. The End. Reunion It is a slow day. The afternoon sun beats in through the window behind me, causing beads of sweat to form on my back which glues my thin cotton shirt to my skin. I'm dead sick of this late summer humidity. Feeling drowsy from the two beers I had at lunch with a client, I start to doze off while trying to finish this damn report. I don't usually socialise with clients, but this guy is going through a particularly bad time and he politely asked me out. I think he needed some reassurance that I was making headway on his case. I told him I was, and he was devastated by the bad news. Infidelity investigations are a tough gig. It makes me feel so grateful to have you my darling. This surveillance report is only half done and it's driving me nuts. As I slip once again into a light doze, images of your beautiful face pop into my head, smiling, smirking, and beckoning me closer to kiss you. "Hey dude wake up." My admin assistant Ed rocks into my office unannounced as he often does. Young, eager with the enthusiasm of a puppy, Ed has been a great help in the last six months, organising my files and chasing outstanding debts. He's half way through law school but I don't see him finishing. "I've finalised the Strassman account. All done and dusted." "Thanks Ed. That's a load off." "No problem detective. Oh by the way, Sophie rang. She said to make yourself available this afternoon." "What? But she's not due back for another two weeks." "She said she was able to wind up the trip early. She's stopping by later." My heart jumps and I am immediately jolted into a state of alertness and arousal. We've been together for six months now and this is the longest amount of time we've spent apart; almost five weeks. It's been torture without you and every day I have had to resist the urge to masturbate, knowing how good the sex will be when you finally come back. We have reached that point in our relationship where we trust each other fully and totally give in to each other in the bedroom, with total loss of inhibition. Lately I have also felt like I am falling in love with you. You are simply the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever known and I still cannot believe that a 28 year old woman like you is into a 43 year old guy like me. "OK thanks Ed. Take the rest of the day off. You've earned it." "Thanks man. Say hi to Soph." "Will do." As Ed makes his way out the door the buzzer rings. Ed answers. Oh sweet Jesus it's you. A bolt of electricity runs from my head to my balls and back again and my dick gets semi-hard. I try to stay cool as you glide into my office but it's a struggle. You look breathtaking in a casual summer dress which clings to your curvaceous but petite figure. Your straight dark brown hair cascades down over your shoulders and back, and is parted in the middle. You have such perfectly lightly tanned skin and the darkest eyes. Mysterious and exotic, I am captivated by your every move. You hold a stack of files which look like they weigh more than you do. "Do you need these? I found them on the floor in reception." "Thanks hun. Just put them down anywhere." You look at me and smile. There is a twinkle in your eye. The electricity and the sense of anticipation in the room are palpable. My heart races. You put the files down. "I think you need a bigger office", you say as you raise an eyebrow. "You think?" The room has files overflowing from shelves and crowding my desk. You sit on the chair in front of my desk and cross your legs. We gaze into each other's eyes for a moment. The air is thick with expectation. "It's so hot in here. I'm thirsty." I get up from my desk, grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge and hand it to you. I watch you drink in large gulps as I sit on the edge of my desk in front of you. You look into my eyes and swivel in the chair from side to side. You finish the bottle and throw it to the floor. "Now I'm hungry." Suspecting a double entendre in your comment I act innocent. "There's no food here. Should we go out?" You laugh. I love playing these games with you. They heighten the tension and our mutual arousal. As I stand at the front of my desk looking into your extraordinary eyes, bloods starts to flow to my dick. I'm half erect and the swelling is visible through my pants. You slide the chair closer to me and rest on your hands on the top of my thighs. You look up at me with a lustful grin. "It's not food I'm hungry for." The feel of your hands on me makes me light in the head after five weeks of not feeling your touch. I am overwhelmed with lust. You look back down at my crotch, which now has a very visible bulge from my fully erect cock, straining through my pants and aching to be free. Now I never used to think of myself as big, yet every woman I have been with has told me that I am very well endowed. They have always said it is mainly because of my thickness. One woman I was with years ago told me that I was hung like an elephant. Being in this position in front of you is an incredible turn on. I can already feel pre-cum start to ooze out the top of my swollen head. That's the other thing about me. I always produce a lot of pre-cum. I've heard that some men don't produce it at all, but I am definitely a gusher. I stroke your hair as you slowly massage my throbbing prick through my pants with your right hand. "Show me your cock. Please. It's been so long." I need no further encouragement. I unhook my belt then take off my pants so that I stand in front of you just in my briefs. There is a visible wet spot at the point where my pre-cum has soaked the material. You reach over with both hands and slowly ease the top of my briefs over my dick then peel them down my legs and onto the floor. I am fully erect and throbbing with anticipation with the thought of what you will do next. A thick film of pre-cum already covers the bulging, angry purple head of my cock. Because I am uncircumcised, my foreskin tends to trap my pre-cum as it is secreted, quickly forming a slick layer which never goes away unless licked or wiped off. You grab my dick at the base with both hands, pulling it back so that my cock head is fully exposed to you. You are within licking distance, but you choose just to watch at this point, seemingly mesmerised by what you see. You move your hands further up my shaft and start to stroke my cock back and forth very slowly. You watch wide-eyed as you slide my foreskin back and forth over my slippery knob, causing yet more pre-cum to ooze out of me. I groan with ecstasy. I won't be able to take much more of this! Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils dilated and your nostrils flared as you work your magic on my dick with your hands. You hold the base of my cock with one hand and with the other, you run your index finger over my engorged head, swirling my man goo around and making me feel like I'm going to explode. "Oh God. Is all of that for me?" "Yes darling", I sigh. "Can I taste it?" "Yes!" You scoop up some of my pre-cum with your finger and bring it to your mouth. You groan as you taste me, licking your finger clean. You grab hold of my dick once again and move your head closer. You open your mouth and look up at me with pure lust. You look back down at my fat prick, and just as you stick out your tongue to lick my cock head, I stop you and lift you up. Straight away you look disappointed. "Oh please don't. I want your cock in my mouth -" I decide to take charge because I know how much you love it. I sweep all the files off my desk. "Take off your dress and get up on the desk", I command. You take a few steps back and pull up your dress over your shoulders and off completely then drop it to the floor. I take in your amazing body. All you have on is a white lacy thong which graciously hugs your precious mound and shows off your perfect arse. Then I look at your breasts as you get up on the desk. Your nipples are hard and erect. I think about sliding my cock in between those gorgeous tits. "Get on your hands and knees." Dutifully you assume the position. You spread your knees apart and raise your arse in the air. The back string of the thong barely covers your swollen mound and arsehole. I start at your calves, gently nibbling, kissing and caressing you as I work my way up first to the back of your knees, then the back of your thighs. Then I pull back for a moment. I grab the sides of your thong with my thumbs and slide it towards me, over your arse cheeks then down. I watch the fabric as it peels away from your damp pussy. You let out a whimper as this happens. You lift your knees as I slide the thong down your thighs and calves and completely off. Instinctively, you move your head and back down towards the table and move your knees further apart, giving me privileged access to the most beautiful sight in the world; your arse and gaping pussy. I begin once more to kiss my way up your thighs. As I get closer to your wet labia I detect your scent, an incredible sweet musk which is indescribably arousing. It's like a combination of coconut oil and grapefruit. It is intoxicating and primitive and it drives me into a state of wanton lust. I take your arse cheeks in my hands and gently spread them apart. Your cunt is already glistening from your juices. It is swollen, wide open and the colour of dark pink. It is also perfectly natural as you don't shave or wax, which is fine by me, because you are not at all hirsute down there. Your labia majora has a very thin layer of soft pubes which spreads out into a modest triangular-shaped muff on your pubic mound. I move my head closer to take in more of your electrifying aroma. I very slowly trace my tongue from your clit all the way up your gaping slit to the sensitive point between your arsehole and pussy. I rest my tongue there for a moment, moving it back and forth and up and down which makes you squirm underneath me. "Oh fuck please eat me." I am happy to oblige. I lick my way up your slit again, this time picking up speed until my tongue is going up and down in rapid strokes. Your nectar tastes incredible. I lap it up hungrily. Finally, with both my hands still on your arse cheeks, I spread your inner lips apart gently with my thumbs. With great relish I open my mouth and clamp it down onto your wet cunt. Like a man possessed I kiss, lick and tongue fuck you as if my very existence depends on it. You writhe and tremble underneath me, pushing your arse and pussy back into my face as your orgasm approaches. I slide two fingers inside you and move them in and out as I lick your engorged clitoris. "Oh Jesus I'm coming!" As you start to convulse from your orgasm, a river of creamy white nectar oozes out of your hot labia. Not a drop is wasted as I eagerly lick it up and swallow it down. "Now I need your cock. Please, give it to me ..." My dick is throbbing and desperate for relief. I almost came myself during your orgasm and when I look down I see my pre-cum has been oozing in strings out of me, forming a small puddle of man goo on my desk. You laugh when you see this. "I promise I'll clean that up later." You jump off the desk and I lean up against the front of my desk once more. You waste no time in getting on your knees in front of me. You grab my thick cock with one hand and stroke it back and forth forcefully and at a steady pace. My dick starts to make squelching noises as the pre-cum gets sloshed around my swollen cock head by my foreskin which you jerk back and forth frantically. Finally with one hand you pull my foreskin back as far as it will go until you are holding my dick firmly at the base. With the other hand you cup my tight ball sack. Then you do the most incredibly erotic thing which you have never done to me before. It's amazing and it marks a progression in our sexual adventures. You lean forward and start to rub my cock all over your face. You do this in a lustful frenzy, groaning and growling as you rub my sticky knob over your lips, chin and cheeks. Your face is literally smeared with my pre-cum. It is an incredible sight. You stick out your tongue and swirl it round my angry, purple cock head while jerking me off. "Baby you taste so good." When you say this I nearly cum right there, but I manage to hold back because I want to make the most of this extraordinary blowjob, which has only just started. You then pay attention to my balls, licking, caressing and kissing them with an urgent fervour. You pull back from me and look into my eyes. "Say it. Say it. Tell me what to do. Please. I love it when you tell me." I love the little games we play. Knowing exactly what you want I look back into your eyes. "Suck my cock sweetheart. Give it to me. Now." Needing no further encouragement, you engulf my aching prick, taking my knob and half of my fat seven inches into your hungry mouth. You groan in ecstasy as I throw my head back, not able to cope with the mind-blowing sensations in my cock. You grab my hips with your hands and impale your face further down onto my dick. Then you slide back up and then down and repeat, building up a rhythm and quickening your pace. I can feel the back of your throat each time you slide back down onto me. While maintaining your rhythm, each time you slide back up to the tip of my cock, you swirl your tongue around my knob a few times before slamming your beautiful face down again, until your nose nestles in my pubes. Sensing that I am close to coming, you pop my dick out of your mouth. "I want your cock inside me. It's time. Make me come again." "Yes", I groan, in a total state of delirium. I feel like I'm going to pass out from your incredible cock sucking. The sweat is now pouring off both of us from the stifling heat, and I know I won't last much longer. You take up a position on your hands and knees on the floor next to the couch. I get on my knees behind you and can see that you are so ready. Your pussy is dripping wet and so wide open and your swollen clit is clearly visible just under its cute little hood. I manoeuvre myself behind you and guide my knob to your opening. It slips in without resistance. I then grab both your arse cheeks and slide my fat cock all the way inside you to the hilt with one slick thrust. This time we both scream together. I slide back out until my knob is just inside you then slam my dick back into you. I repeat this over and over. You scream with ecstasy and yell out delicious dirty talk, which encourages me to fuck you faster and harder. "Oh Jesus I love your dick darling. Please don't stop. Fuck me!" I look down and watch as the muscle between your pussy and arsehole contracts with every one of my thrusts into you. Not able to resist, I wet my fingers from your juices and massage your arsehole, getting it all wet as my cock continues to fuck your cunt. After a few strokes my finger slips into your butthole easily. I begin to finger fuck your arse in time with my cock and build up speed. "Oh fuck, I'm coming again! Yes, yes, yes!" Your entire body convulses from another violent orgasm. My cock and fingers continue to thrust into you until your climax subsides. But I still haven't come yet. You get up quickly and sit on the couch, lifting your knees up to your chest and spreading your legs. You move your hands down and spread your gorgeous pussy wide open for me. It is so swollen and hot pink and it glistens from the combination of our juices. You start masturbating in front of me as you stare at my still rock hard prick, which is also still oozing my man goo. I can't remember ever having secreted this much pre-cum without coming before. I know that when I come now, it's going to be like a volcano because I haven't had sex in five weeks. As you sit there rubbing your clit, you look back up at me. "Are you ready to come?" All I can do is groan in the affirmative. You laugh and a lustful grin breaks across your face. "Fuck my face. Fuck my face and come in my mouth. Please. I want to taste your cum." That's enough of a hint for me. I stand in front of you and put your legs down so I can kneel on the couch and straddle your face. You continue to rub your clit in furious circles. You then stretch your pretty mouth wide open for my angry cock, which is ready to explode. My cock is about an inch from your face. With my right hand I stroke my thick shaft back and forth while stroking your hair with my left hand. Before I enter your mouth I give you a friendly warning. "It's been five weeks sweetheart. I'm going to come really hard. Are you sure you want me too?" "Oh Jesus yes. Just give it to me for fuck's sake. Give me your cum. Fuck my mouth." You are clearly delirious with lust. I slide my slippery knob just inside your mouth and make sure you are comfortable. "Is that OK?" You nod eagerly and groan. Now that I have your approval, I slowly push my cock into your mouth slightly more than half way, and then pull back. I continue this motion repeatedly, gently fucking your mouth in slow strokes. After a few minutes of this, you pop your mouth off my cock. "Faster. Please. Don't hold back. Fuck my mouth the same way you just fucked my pussy. I can take it. I want it so bad. Just do it." With no further hesitation, I slide my throbbing cock back into your mouth and commence a much faster rhythm, pumping my hips back and forth as you groan and sigh and continue to masturbate. At one point I pull out and tell you to lick my knob, which you do with enthusiasm, then I slam my dick back into your mouth, fucking your face just as I fucked your cunt, just like you wanted. I can feel the build up start at my toes and then my balls feel electrified as my orgasm starts to wash over me. I continue thrusting faster and faster and look down at you. You look up at me and sigh as my cock pumps in and out of your mouth. You swallow even more globs of my pre-cum which gushes out of me. As the convulsions start to hit me, the first eruption of cum shoots out of me and into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with great force. You don't miss a beat and swallow my load hungrily. I yell out in ecstasy as I pull out of your mouth just in time for my second eruption to spurt forth a hot jet of thick cum which hits your mouth and chin. You scream with delight and grab my cock with your hand and jerk me off with rapid strokes. A third eruption sends a stream of cum onto your tits. You lift my dick up slightly and another spurt hits your cheek. You squeeze every last drop out of me with your hands then scoop up my cum from your face and tits and lick it off your fingers. Just as I believe that I have never in my life seen anything as hot as that, you casually get up from the couch, walk over to my desk, bend over and lick up the puddle of pre-cum which I left there earlier when I was eating your cunt. "See? I promised I would clean that up." I laugh and flop into the couch. You walk back over and fall into my arms. "God I adore you." You look up at me with a cheeky grin. "I know." Reunion 'Yeah, take care! can't wait to see you! Xx' Angie sent the text and smiled to herself. She picked up the photo album and went back to flicking through the pages, stopping at a picture of her and Andy on a holiday in Spain in the early eighties. They were just teenagers, and she smiled as she took in her pretty young features and carefree expression. Andy stood next to her, his arm around her waist. He was a handsome, confident young man with dark hair and brooding eyes, and had always been very popular with the girls. He really knew it too! Andy would often be seen with a different girl one weekend to the next. What her mother would have called 'a heartbreaker'. Angie had enjoyed the flirting; they had never got together, but that wasn't for want of him trying. Andy was always 'trying it on', but she knew that for him, it was all in the thrill of the chase and a one night stand. She was an attractive young woman, quite content to stay friends with Andy whilst she dated more mature guys. But somehow she always found him fascinating, despite herself. She ran her finger over the photo again, remembering the evening. It was July 1982. The bar was crowded and hot, and they'd all been drinking and dancing all evening. As the next, slower song started, Andy had taken her by the hand and put his arms around her waist. She put hers around his neck and they swayed to the music. The pair were very comfortable with each other often going out as part of a group, and both loved dancing together. "It's been a good night" Andy said. "Yeah. Music was a bit crap, but quite a good atmosphere," she smiled. Andy put his face close to her ear and she shuddered a little. "You look really good in that dress" he whispered. Angie glanced around to see who might be listening. Their group of friends was entirely platonic, and she was very conscious of the impact of any shift in dynamics. Everyone seemed thoroughly uninterested; either involved in conversation with people they'd just met, or drinking at the bar. Angie was also very aware that her feelings for Andy had been changing recently. Thanking him for the compliment about her dress and feeling her face flush slightly, she changed the subject. Andy returned to his theme. "It's a great length on you." His hand slipped from her waist over her ass, and he pressed himself against her, pulling her soft breasts into his chest. "Hey, pack it in," she breathed, loving the feeling of being so close to him. He grinned. "If I thought you meant it, I would" he said. She feigned pushing him off rather half-heartedly, and he grinned again. The song changed to a more upbeat number, and they gradually moved apart. "Another drink?" "Nah - can we go outside? It's really hot in here" she said, going for nonchalance but fearing her real motive was completely transparent. "Sure!" he smirked, raising an eyebrow, and led her outside into the balmy air. Damn! He knew! She hadn't planned for anything like this. She'd always completely denied any interest in Andy whenever he'd been discussed (as he often had) by her group of girlfriends. "Oh, he would love to go with you!" her friend Annie would tease her. "Yeah, maybe he would, but I wouldn't!" she'd laugh. "No interest!" Her girlfriends thought she was mad, but she didn't want to be a notch on Andy's bedpost. Or so she'd convinced herself. Outside, they leaned against the wooden rail of the building and looked up at the sky. It was a balmy night, but more comfortable than the heat inside. It's so hot, isnt it?" Angie said. " Take some clothes off then!" he laughed. Angie tutted and playfully swiped at him. "You're so childish!" "You love it!" "Love what?" "Flirting!" "I don't flirt!" "Oh, right. You don't flirt. I suppose you don't fancy me either?" She laughed and gasped at his arrogance. "No I bloody don't!" He brought his face close to hers. "So you're not even curious about how we would be together?" "I've told you before -I've never even considered it." She was lying and he knew it. Angie took in his confident, knowing smile as he stared into her eyes. The truth was, she'd always been attracted to him. He had a lean, fit body and carried himself well. It was also rumoured amongst the girls that he was extremely well-hung. He exuded the kind of confidence that somehow made her feel sure this was true. So you've never thought about sleeping with me?" His voice was lower now and he looked more serious. Angie shifted, feeling he could sense what she was thinking. "Yes, of course I've thought about it" she wanted to say. "I think about it all the time. I want you to fuck me, right here, right now." "No I have not!" she laughed, a little nervously. She watched his eyes move down her face, and across her breasts. "We'd be good together, Ang" he whispered. "I want you," and then leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to hers. Despite herself, Angie responded immediately, running her hand over the back of his head and pulling him into her. He quickly undid her buttons then slowly he moved his hand down her body and found the hem of her dress. Without hesitating, she placed her hand over his, encouraging him to move it up her thigh as his tongue moved across her own. This was heavenly! Angie reached down to where she could feel him hardening against her thigh, and started to unzip him. His hand found her panties and was starting to gently fondle her there. She felt so wet, and moved her hips, pushing against his hand. She could smell her wetness, and opened her legs to his touch. Her hand was now stroking him through his boxers, and she reached inside them, feeling his heavy, hard cock for the first time. They continued to kiss as she gripped and stroked him in her hand. Well, it was certainly more than just a rumour - Andy was huge! Angie wasn't the most experienced of girls, but she's been with enough guys to know that Andy was different. Andy breathed hotly into her ear, "Suck me, Ang! Please - suck me!" Suddenly oblivious to everything else, Angie wanted this more than anything. She felt giddy and wild, and yet strangely focussed. Although sheltered by some shrubs, they might still have been seen, but she didn't care. Right then, she wanted to drop to her knees and taste him; feel him in her mouth.... "Ang! Andy?!" It was Annie. "We're going - you two coming?" Angie just about had time to straighten herself up and do up her dress before Annie stood in front of them. She eyed the pair with a grin. "You both okay?" "Yeah, course. Come on." Angie smiled at the photo. They'd never taken it any further than that. She'd wanted to - really wanted to - but the sensible side of her always kicked in and told her it would all come to no good. Andy had pursued her for a while, but she'd laughed the evening off, saying it 'was the drink talking.' Now, fifty and happily married, she'd often wondered how things might have turned out. They'd doubtlessly have gone their separate ways, but if she'd known then what she knew now, she would have played it out very differently. Angie smiled to herself. Andy would've been one to have a lot of fun with! Thinking about that night again still made her tingle. The way he'd looked at her, held her, touched her, his size... Nobody before or since had made her feel the same urgency. She slipped her index finger inside her panties, still sitting on the couch whilst she once more lived out her fantasy in her head. The ending to the story. But now she was about to make it happen. Angie grew hot and breathless as she rubbed herself more vigorously, thinking about her plan. Would David believe she'd done this? She imagined her husband's excitement as she told him what she'd done. Her movements became faster and wilder. As she juddered to orgasm, Angie breathed, "Andy! Fuck me, Andy! That's it, baby!" She collapsed, breathless on the couch. She picked up her mobile and dialled. "David? Get home now, baby." She heard David's car pull up and adjusted herself. She was by now naked, wearing just his favourite pair of hot pink high heels, and she sat with her legs crossed on the couch, glass of wine in her hand. "Hey, darling!" David stood in the doorway, handsome in his well-cut suit. He was an attractive man who, at fifty, still commanded much female admiration. His eyes took in his wife's beautiful, curvy body. Even after nearly thirty years, he was still mesmerised by her beauty; her sweet, sexy smile, her voluptuous HH breasts, her fleshy thighs... He drank in her image as he walked over to her. Angie stood, enjoying his rapt attention. He held her to him, running his hands over her rounded, womanly ass and pulling her against him, kissed her long and hard. She gently slipped her fingertips between his lips, letting him taste her sweet juice. "Ah, so you've been a naughty girl! Is this the urgency to get me home? My wife wants to be fucked, is that it?" How she loved it when David reacted like this. She couldn't wait to let him in on her surprise. "Well yes, baby. But I've got something to tell you too." Sensually, she slipped off his tie, stringing it around her neck whilst sitting him down on the couch, straddling his lap. Instinctively, he started to stroke her open, wet pussy. "So tell me..." he smiled. She was so wet, he knew this was going to be good. She leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear, enjoying the sensation of his clothing against her nakedness. He felt so strong, so masculine. Angie writhed as he ran his hand over her body whilst continuing to gently finger her. "..what have you got to tell me, my wicked, naughty girl?" "Remember Andy? The guy we met at that school reunion?" David smiled. He remembered Andy very well. He'd noticed the way this confident, handsome man had looked at his wife, and how flirtatiously she had responded to him. He'd seen the glances that had passed between them, and was so aware of his wife's behaviour that he had even known that the holiday, when discussed by a small group of people, was somehow secretly significant to the two of them alone. David had been very aroused watching Andy eyeing his wife whenever she crossed the room. He saw how the other man had stood slightly too closely to her during conversation, and had even seen him wink at her a couple of times, and her clear enjoyment of his attention. David had made polite conversation with people at the bar, positioning himself so that he could watch the pair chatting and laughing. He loved seeing Angie totally absorbed by Andy, touching his arm and flirtatiously twirling her hair whilst she listened to him with rapt attention. He knew his wife well, and could see that this man was really pushing the right buttons with her and she was relishing every second. David was a very self-assured man not given to jealousy Their marriage was strong, and they shared their most intimate thoughts and fantasies very openly with one another. He was intrigued to find out more about Andy. Driving home that night, David teased Angie. "So, good night, eh?" "Yeah, fab! It was so great to see everyone!" He slid his hand over his wife's thigh, pushing up the hem of her dress. "Especially that Andy guy, eh? And wasn't he pleased to see you, too?!" Angie stared ahead, smiling. "Maybe." "So are you gonna let me in to the back story with Andy?" Angie smiled. "He was a nearly" she said. "A near fuck. Nothing else." David took her hand and placed it in his lap, where she could feel how hard he had become. "Oh, now you know you can't leave it there, babe," David whispered. "Tell me everything." Angie poured out the whole story, confessing that she'd always wondered about what might have been had Annie not interrupted them that night. Most of all, David loved hearing Angie's curiosity about Andy's size. By the time they arrived home, Angie and David were both desperate to have each other. After they'd made love, Angie lay on David's chest. "So close and yet so far. He still wants you, Darling. He still wants my wife. And I think she wants him too. I think we should make sure you both get what you want, don't you?" Angie loved this. She was delighted that David was as excited be taking this further as she was and she didn't need any more encouragement as she started her plan.... ..."and so I thought, y'know, David wants me to do this as much as I want to do it, soooo...." Angie was smiling wickedly as she spoke, enjoying the effect she was having on her husband as she recounted the reunion and their conversations which had led to this moment. David loved that she'd brought him home early for this. He was loving every second as Angie detailed it for him, and he loved how turned on she was. Still straddling her husband's lap, her head thrown back in ecstasy, Angie started to climax. "Yes baby! Yes! I'm going to fuck Andy! Yes!" David couldn't take it any more. Pulling her down on him, he fucked his beautiful wife hard whilst she bounced up and down on his length, her huge breasts pushing into his face. As David climaxed, he pictured his wife enjoying sex with her attractive, masculine schoolfriend. God, she was wonderful! He wanted this to happen so badly. As they recovered, Angie lay in her husband's arms and finished telling David what she had planned. How since the reunion she had been texting Andy about meeting up. How flattered he was when she said how much she'd enjoyed seeing him. How when she'd asked about seeing him again alone, he'd been concerned about what her husband might think. Angie had made it very clear that this was something she wanted to do and her husband fully supported it; in fact, he had encouraged it! Angie hadn't been covert about her intentions - she had been clear about what she wanted to happen, and Andy (always someone who loved to have his ego massaged!) had seemed all too keen. She had some more surprises planned too, but she was going to save those for later. Andy lived at the other end of the country, so had booked dinner and an overnight stay in a luxurious hotel close to Angie and David's home. As the date drew closer, Angie became more and more excited, anticipating what was to come. Each night she and David made love, discussing in detail what the special evening might bring. The sex was more fantastic than ever as they painted graphic mental images for one another. Eventually the day came. David laid on the bed watching his wife prepare herself for Andy. She sat naked at her dressing table as she carefully applied her make up, spending time on her eyeliner and lipstick to perfect the slightly vampy look she knew always drew male attention. Occasionally she would smile at David in the mirror, as she saw him drinking in her beautiful curvaceous body with his eyes, imagining Andy holding his wife whilst he fucked her. David came over to her, his cock hard, and stood behind Angie, pushing her hair off the back of her neck to kiss her there. "Baby, when Andy's fucked you, I want you to come home to me before you've showered so I can taste him from you. From your mouth and your pussy." At this, Angie trembled, turned on her dressing table stool to David and taking his cock in her hand, proceeded to lick and suck her man along his shaft, her eyes closed blissfully. She loved fellatio and was extremely skilled in the art. David gently held Angie's hair away from her face so he could watch her take him in her mouth. She sucked him so expertly and looked so beautiful that it wasn't long before David, his face contorted, came over his wife's breasts and face, holding her shoulders as she did. David moaned ecstatically. "Go to him, baby," he whispered. Angie smiled. "Oh, I am going to him, Darling. He's going to be fucking your wife in just a couple of hours." Moving across the room, Angie started to slowly put on the outfit she'd planned for days; a low cut short red dress, matching high stiletto heels and her favourite underwear; the briefest bra and panties in a sexy leopard print, hugging her full curvaceous figure. David called this her 'MILF outfit'. He was so turned on, watching his hot wife a she dressed for another man, knowing that she would be taking it off again for Andy so soon. "These shoes, baby? Or my stripper heels?" David grinned. "What makes you feel most fuckable, honey?" With a smile, Angie slipped off the stilettoes she was wearing and put on the six-inch heeled transparent platform shoes her husband loved watching her strip in. David sighed in ecstasy, taking in her delicious form. "I can't walk far in these, but that won't be an issue when I'm on my back!" she teased. "Jeez, Ang! What are you doing to me?" David started to stroke himself, already hardening again. Angie smiled and gave him a long, lingering kiss as he ran his hands over her beautiful body. "Bye bye, Darling. Don't wait up - I may stay until morning. I love you." She winked and sashayed out of the door, feeling his eyes on her as she walked away from him. "I love you too. So much. Have fun, beautiful." "Oh, I intend to!" And with a sexy smile she was gone. The drive to the country hotel took around thirty minutes, and Angie buzzed with anticipation all the way. She felt breathlessly excited and a little nervous, but she knew this was what she wanted. More than anything. She'd thought about Andy regularly since she was a teenager, and here she was, about to live out her dream. She shuddered with anticipation as a tingle crept up her spine. On arrival, she checked herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Confidently, she walked up the gravel driveway and made her way into the hotel bar. Andy stood when he saw her, and smiled. He looked better than ever, she thought. Tall and slender, he was a well-built man. He was wearing a jacket, shirt and smart black jeans. She gulped as she approached him, feeling her heart quicken as she registered his appreciative expression. He looked so sexy. "Hey Ang!" He hugged her and the two of them held each other for a minute before she spoke. "Hi. It's good to see you." "You look great!" His eyes lingered over her, unashamedly admiring her. "Those are some shoes!" He winked at her, and she felt herself flush as if she were sixteen again. It was a lovely feeling. "Drink?" "Gin and tonic, please." He handed her the drink and gently placing his hand against the small of her back, guided her to a sofa in the bar. His touch made her giddy. After some time laughing and chatting, Andy put his hand on her arm. "I never forgot you, you know," he said, looking more serious. "Same" she smiled. "No, really Ang. I think about you all the time. I often wondered how it might have been if...I'd been a bit more mature. If I hadn't always had to be one of the lads." "I never forgot you either," she said. "And I wouldn't have wanted you to change." His fingers traced the corner of her mouth staring into her eyes he leaned in, as if to kiss her. "Can we go somewhere more private?" Angie said. Without a word he stood and led her by the hand out of the bar and up the stairs. Once outside the hotel bedroom, Andy gently put an arm around her shoulders and tenderly kissed her on the lips. There was that feeling again! Angie was transported back to that bar in Spain. She felt herself dampen. He whispered into her ear. "Are you sure this is what you want?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, leaving him in no doubt as to what she wanted. Inside the large, lavish room, Andy gently pulled her to him and sat down on the edge of the bed with Angie on his lap, continuing to kiss her passionately. Her hands fell to the zip of his jeans, and she tugged them undone. "Still the same!" She breathed. Andy knew she was referring to his size. He'd always been proud of the reaction he had from women. Reunion "You never truly found out the first time, did you?" he teased. "Why not check it out now?" "Oh, I intend to!" And with that, Angie slowly lowered her mouth over the tip of his impressive cock. Angie felt herself melt inside as she sucked on the boy she'd dreamed of for so many years. How she'd waited for this moment. She revelled in the taste, the smell, the feeling of him so large in her mouth. Andy groaned. "God, you're better than ever!" "Andy, would you mind if I took a photo?" He laughed. "A photo? That's a first for me!" "Only I know that David would love to see me doing this," she said. "A selfie?" He laughed again, but she knew that he loved the idea of her husband seeing him having his wife. Nothing had changed - still the same old Andy! "Yeah, sure - go ahead." David's phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the text. "Oh my God!" He breathed. "You gorgeous bitch!" There on his phone was a photo of Angie, her mouth over Andy's cock, with the message, 'Wish you were here, Babe.' David began to masturbate, furiously. Andy gazed at Angie as she stood before him, her dress on the floor, in leopard skin panties and her shoes. Never before had he been with a woman who had this effect on him. His mind flew back to the girl he'd wanted so badly when they were young. She was even more compelling now than she had been then. All the times he'd masturbated thinking about her over the years, remembering that night at the bar and how close they'd come... Kissing her, he slipped off her panties, took her by the hand and lay her back onto the bed. "You're so gorgeous." He whispered. "Fuck me, Andy." Andy didn't need a second invitation. He ran his hands over her legs as she parted her thighs and then expertly, he worked his fingers into her pussy, gently stroking her clitoris. "Oh my God! Oh..wow..that's amazing!" Angie was in ecstasy. Slowly he brought her to a wild climax. Andy couldn't believe how excited she was! As she came, he couldn't hold it any more. He needed to fuck her now. In moments, he was behind her, doggy-style, his firm hands caressing her full hips. Angie felt his tip push against her, starting to open her up. She gasped as she started to experience what she'd imagined so many times before. As he entered her, Angie came alive, pushing back against him encouraging him further. She could feel every inch of his thick cock, every vein as he stretched her open. She had never taken anything this size before, and it felt heavenly. "Oh yessss, Andy!" she breathed. Feeling his heat as he pounded her, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself. Her mind flew to David. He deserved to share this, and she so badly wanted him to see the image of her face and breasts with Andy behind her, pushing deep into her, but this was too wild to stop - she never wanted this feeling to end.... Andy fulfilled all her expectations and more. He couldn't believe her voracious appetite as Angie confidently told him what she wanted, and he was all too happy to oblige, particularly when she asked him spank her ass with his cock. This beautiful woman was so eager for him; so desirable and full of an intoxicating warmth he had never experienced before. Her every wish was his command, and Angie grew bolder and more confident as the evening wore on. Angie was loving every moment, two men sharing her at the same time. She knew which photo David would love the most, and she saved it for last. "Come in my face, Andy," she breathed as she wanked him with her soft, full breasts. "But let me have a photo." Again, Andy's ego meant that he was all too happy with this idea, and as he exploded over Angie's face and tits, she took the photo she wanted her husband to see most of all. His juice dripped from her face as she smiled into the camera. As Angie lay, spent and wrapped in the arms of the boy she'd dreamed of for so many years, she smiled to herself as she sent the photo with her message, 'I've been a naughty girl Darling, but I've had such fun! I just know you won't mind. PS - yes, I'll keep my promise - you'll be able to taste everything! See you tomorrow. I love you xxx' Reunion Hi everyone, Here is a twisted tale that I hope some of you will enjoy. I've tried to approach a common plot line from a different angle. It was getting a bit long so I decided to split it into bite sized chunks. Now to my problem, I've finished three chapters but I'm stuck on the fourth and final installment. So that's where you come in, I'm going to post all three completed chapters and see if your comments inspire me to find an ending that interests me. Thanks and cheers, CharlieB4 Thanks to Yoni Noni for editing the first two chapters, unfortunately she has stepped back from editing now and I will miss her insights. ***** With a flick of the wrist I took one last swipe with the razor. The remains of my five days growth floated with the dispersing shaving cream on top of the water in the sink. It had been a big job which had taken a long time, much to my wife's disgust. When I went back into the bedroom, she was standing and ready to go, tapping her foot. "Come on Tony! Get dressed. We are already late!" I grabbed a pair of jeans from my drawer and was about to pull them on. "You're not wearing those! Get the good clothes I laid out for you!" "It's only our school reunion, not a wedding!" "Stop your moaning and get dressed! I know you don't want to go, but bad luck. We have a babysitter. I've been looking forward to getting out for a night for four months. Yes, the rugby is on; yes it's the state against state, yes you always watch NSW play Queensland, but not to tonight! Tonight, you are taking your wife to the ten year reunion of our leaving school and you're not getting out of it." Sally left the room to answer the doorbell. The babysitter had arrived. I continued getting dressed and by the time she returned, I was standing in front of the mirror putting on my tie. "Turn around and let me do that." she said. Sally undid my effort at a Windsor knot and started again. When she had finished, she straightened my collar, then stood back to admire her work. "Wow, you still scrub up alright. You know? The rest of the girls are going to be so jealous that I landed the best looking guy in school!" Stepping forward, she stood on tiptoes and gave me a peck on the lips, then a hug. "And I'll have the most beautiful girl." I whispered in her ear. "You're lying, of course, but thank you. I'll just go to the bathroom, check my make up, put on some lip stick and we can go." "Haven't you already done that?" I chirped. "Don't be cheeky," she replied, slapping my bottom. "Go and say good night to your daughters!" Sally walked towards the door and I watched her go. To me, she was beautiful. But, like most people, she was very self critical. She had always carried a bit of extra weight, but not in a flabby way. It wasn't a carry over from pregnancy while she carried our daughters. Sally actually lost weight. She would be fastidious about what she ate and would walk everywhere. Once the baby was born, old habits would return; soft cheeses, chocolate and ice cream. They were Sally's comfort foods: If she was excited, it was cheese, nervous...chocolate, and angry or sad meant ice cream. At 5'7", she was six inches shorter than me. Her breasts varied between D and DD cups, depending on how much 'comfort' she'd been needing. They were balanced by a full round butt that grew and shrunk with her breasts. I guess if you darkened her pale complexion, Sally would fit perfectly into a painting by Ruben. Long, straight brown hair, generally kept long in a pony tail or piled up on top of her head in a bun; it framed a face that only Sally could find flaws in. She thought her ears stuck out, her lips were too thin, mouth too small, cheeks too fat. However, it was her nose she hated most. It wasn't large: Little freckles were sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and it turned up slightly at the end. As you know, schoolchildren can be cruel and early on, somebody called her Miss Piggy. That name stuck with her right through school, although it was shortened to Missy. I'm really not sure why she was so desperate to go to this reunion. That school held some painful memories for her. I, on the other hand, had a great time at school. I had been good at sports and in this country town, that made you a hero. I had represented our region at the state championships in swimming. I came close to last place there, but I still got the kudos from my peers and the community for getting there. Football had been my passion and I was selected in the New South Wales second 15, two years running; never quite making the top, but I was very close. I was popular with my classmates, especially the girls. Being tall, fit, sporty and handsome, so I was told, I experienced a little of what it must be like to have groupies. It was all innocent enough, mostly just kissing and the odd bit of groping. A couple of girls gave me a hand job, but that's as far as it went. We were a God-fearing town. There were two girls who, it was said, "did it," but they were only interested in older guys, not their classmates. I hadn't ever been much of an academic, so university was not an option. A club rugby side in Sydney said they would find me a job and a place to live if I went to play for them, so that was my plan. Then came the big New Years Eve party at the lake. It was sort of a farewell too, as many of us were moving away in the new year for work or to further our studies. I had taken my current girlfriend, but she got mad and left. I was just drinking with my mates and not paying her enough attention. Later that night, I was really drunk and I was sitting next to Missy. We hadn't been close at school. She had been best friends with Melissa the Ice Queen. Melissa was devastatingly beautiful: Just under six foot and slender, but still with some curves, long blonde hair that seemed to float around her angelic face. When she walked by, men turned there heads to follow her. The only problem with Melissa, was that she knew it. She remained aloof from the rest of her classmates, giving the impression she was better than us. She had formed a bond with Missy and they were inseparable, seemingly joined at the hip. It was something I have seen a bit since; the pretty girl with the plain Jane friend. As a result, the rumors of them being lesbians and witches, and shit like that, followed them. We were just talking and laughing about nothing in particular, and for the hell of it, I leaned over and kissed her. To my surprise, she kissed me back. Maybe she was bi-sexual. In no time, we were in the back of my dad's car, making out. Only this time, it went further. Soon, I'd removed both her and my pants and I was nestled in between her spread legs. I remember stopping then. "Are you sure?" I asked. By way of reply, she reached down between us, grabbing my rigid member. After sliding it along her sex for a bit, to lubricate it, she hunched down and pulled on the base of my dick until my head slipped inside her. Taking her hand out from between us, she placed both of them on my bare butt. "Fuck me please...I want this!" So, we did. The next morning, we were both a bit fragile and sheepish. After putting on our clothes, I drove her home. We didn't kiss or anything. Missy simply got out and walked up to her parents house without saying goodbye. I forgot about it. Two weeks later, I was in Sydney working as an apprentice in a metalwork place. Two months later, I got a phone call. It was Missy. She got my number off of one of my friends. She asked when I was going to be home next, as there was something we needed to talk about. It was my sister's birthday that weekend, so I had already booked the bus ticket home. We arranged to meet up Friday night at the pub. I suppose I was naive, because the thought of her being pregnant hadn't entered my mind. When she told me, I was stunned. "It's okay, you don't have to do anything." She said, bravely. "I just thought you should know I'm going to keep it." She got up and left. I sat there for a couple of minutes, thinking. I made up my mind and ran out after her. I saw her about two blocks away. I called out to her but she kept going, breaking into a run. I caught up and had to physically grab her to stop her. She was crying. Sitting her down on a low brick fence in front of a house, I knelt in front of her. I remember what I said, exactly. "Your not doing this alone! I'm responsible for the life that's growing inside you and I'm not going to walk away and forget that. Missy? Look at me." She looked up. "My name is Sally!" she spat with bitterness. After that day I never called her Missy again. "Sally, will you marry me?" "No! You don't love me! You have barely even spoken to me in the twelve years we were at school together!" "But our child has to have a name! There are arranged marriages where the people have never even met." "But we have met. I know you and your footy mates. You only slept with me because you were drunk." She started crying again. "Will you let me try? Please, Sally!" "But you're in Sydney. How can you try from five hours away!" "I'll come home, please... let's just try for a month. If after that you still think I'm a jerk then I'll leave you alone." Sally agreed to my proposal, and we walked the rest of the way to her house that night, together. The next day after the dust had settled from my little sister's birthday party, I spoke to my parents. I told them I was coming home, and why. They were disappointed, but understood and respected my decision to stand by Sally. The next day, I went to Sally's house and met her parents. They still didn't know about the pregnancy. Sally just introduced me as a friend, but I think her mum was suspicious. I moved home, got a job with a shed builder and found a two bedroom flat to live in. Between working six days and trying to tidy up the flat, I didn't get as much time with Sally as I wanted in that month. She worked as a check-out chick at the local supermarket, so she was busy, too. At the end of the month, I took her out to dinner and afterwards we walked down to the river to talk. I asked her again to marry me, and this time she gave me a qualified yes. The next day, we told her parents; it wasn't pretty. Her mother cried, her dad went bright red. It was just as well that I was twice as big as him! We were married three weeks later; just a little private ceremony with our immediate families, followed by a meal at Sally's parents house. Our dads remained cranky, but our mothers, no doubt seduced by the thought of a grandchild, got excited. They helped us get the second bedroom ready for the baby. Old cots and baby baths came out of storage. Five months later, Rebecca was born. She was followed two years later by Sophia. It's been tough for us; without qualifications, both of us are not on big salaries. I finished the theory part of a welding certificate, going to night school, but without the practical guidance of a professional boilermaker, I couldn't get my ticket. Sally still worked at the supermarket. We bought a little house, so instead of rent, we have a mortgage. But, at least if I fixed something, it added value to something we own, not a landlord. Over that time, I can really say that Sally and I have become a couple. I love her so much now, it really hurts me when she puts herself down about her appearance. I wasn't looking forward to this reunion because I was sure it would open old wounds and bring back insecurities that Sally had been battling with, before. Not that our life together was always smooth sailing. We had arguments, sometimes we wouldn't talk to each other for days. Eventually, we thawed out and the thing we had disagreed upon was resolved. That was what love was all about; hanging in through the tough times. I suppose that's what I would have to do tonight. I went down to the lounge room and found the girls in the middle of deciding on which blu-ray disc they wanted to watch. They were split between Toy Story 3, and Barbie in The Nutcracker. Rebecca, the nine year old, pulled a fast one telling her seven year old sister that they could watch Barbie after Toy Story, knowing full well they would be put to bed straight after Toy Story. I kissed them both good night, then went into the kitchen to say hello to the baby sitter. She was sitting at the kitchen table tapping away on a laptop. "Game or homework?" I asked, laughing. "Unfortunately, homework." Jenny said. "I'm doing my final exams this year, so games will have to wait." "Year twelve? My God, the years fly by. How old are you?" "I was eighteen last month." She replied, unconsciously pulling her shoulders back and pushing out her developing breasts. At least I think it was unconsciously. "When do you get your driving license?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't have to drive her home that night. "I tried again last week, but I failed by one point!" she said, pouting. "Oh well, practice makes perfect!" I said, by way of encouragement. "Stop talking to Jenny and get out to the car. We are late!" Sally said, behind me. "Yes dear," I answered. "You have both our mobile numbers if there are any problems, and put them to bed after that DVD." Sally delivered her parting instructions as she pushed me out the door. The reunion didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought. It was good to catch up with people who had moved away. Some, I hadn't seen for the whole ten years. I stayed close to Sally, holding her hand. She beamed with pride. Later, when we sat down for our meal, she leaned across and gave me a peck on the cheek, and whispered in my ear. "Thank you! I'm having such a good time. You can go and talk to the boys for a bit after we eat if you like." "Not a chance. They would only be jealous of me." "Yeah right." It was sarcasm but she said it with a smile. There was a murmur went around the table we were sitting at, and some heads turned towards the door. Melissa was making a fashionably late, dramatic entrance. She hadn't changed; absolutely gorgeous. Wearing what looked like a designer gown, she was dripping in gold and sparkling jewelry. On her arm was a man who looked old enough to have children her age. Thinning hair, bulging stomach, gold tooth: He had to have a lot of money. There was no other explanation for them being a couple. I took an instant dislike to him as he strutted around his trophy. Unfortunately, there were two spare seats at our table up the other end. Melissa saw Sally and floated over to us, Sally stood and they embraced, squealing like they were back at school. Other people at the table knew their connection, so they moved so we could sit together. Sally sat next to Melissa and I got David; sorry, 'Dave.' "Everybody calls me 'Dave'." My first impression proved to be correct; he was an arsehole: Rich, and he had got it the easy way, inheriting it. In fact, after talking to him, I doubt he had done a days hard work in his life. Now, I've worked for a few wealthy people, and sometimes for all their money, they can be quite humble and down to earth people. Dave was the opposite; arrogant, conceited, it took all my energy not to tell him what I thought of him. Unfortunately, after dinner, Melissa and Sally continued there symbiotic relationship. So therefore, Dave and I were in each others' pockets, too. I took the opportunity to go to the bar; to get away from him, and I spoke to some of my old football teammates as they watched the football on the TV over the bar. Shortly after, my shadow followed me. I introduced him to my mates, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. I actually went into one of the toilet stalls and sat down. Surely he couldn't follow me into here. I looked at my watch. Still an hour till closing. It was going to be a long hour. Stealing myself, I washed my hands and face and went out to face the music. Walking back, I was going past the disabled toilet when the door opened and Melissa looked out. "There is something wrong with the tap on the washbasin. Could you have a look?" "Yes, sure." I stepped inside, and there was a stopcock underneath the sink that was turned off, so I turned it on and the water came out. When I stood up, Melissa was beside me and the door was closed. "So, you and Missy are the perfect family, I hear." "Her name's Sally!" I answered sharply. I should have been looking at her face, but her gown had a deep V in the front, and from side on, you could see almost all of her breast. I finally dragged my vision up to see the smirk on Melissa's face. "Standing up for her, hometown hero?" She cocked her head to one side. I was distracted and didn't notice her hand until it cupped my crotch. "I bet you stand up for her a lot!" "What the fuck are you doing? You are supposed to be her friend!" I sneered, stepping back. "Oh, I am her friend! And we are very close. Sometimes, friends like to share." As she spoke, she moved forward, herding me into the corner. "Not tonight, Josephine!" I ducked under her advancing arms and made for the door. "You'll be back!" I had the door unlocked and was about to escape, when I looked back. Melissa was leaning against the wall, nonchalantly smiling. "I always get my way!" She added, blowing a kiss as I made my escape. I put Melissa's behavior down to the drink. I went in search of Sally. I found her talking to an old teacher who had come back for the reunion as well. "What's the score?" Sally said with a laugh. "Mr Pitts, this is my husband, Tony. He was the sports hero of our year!" Mr Pitts had been the Math master; a nice old bloke, he tried with me, but not much got through. I shook his hand. "Are you still playing football, son?" "No, working six days a week put an end to my football career." "Shame, you had one of the best pair of hands I ever saw on the field. And the gift of time, that's what separates the wanna-be from the can-do. When a player seems to have time to pick the best option and then fire the pass...magic. Of course, Sally, he was hopeless at algebra, but I suppose we all have different gifts." Mr Pitts drifted off to join another group. "That was quite a wrap!" Sally said, cuddling up to me. "Yes, I didn't even know he watched any games." I looked down into Sally's face. She was a bit tipsy and very happy. I smiled back at her, then kissed her on he lips. "Alright, alright, cut it out. We can't have public displays of affection from old married couples!" It was Melissa. "You're just jealous!" Sally laughed, grabbing me for another go; this time with her tongue in my mouth. "Let's dance!" Melissa cried, grabbing Sally's arm and dragging her away. Sally wasn't much of a dancer and generally would shy away from it. Tonight she was drunk, so her inhibitions were gone. "I'll just go and check the score again." I said, trying to get away, but they both grabbed me and I was forced to follow. On the dance floor, there was much stumbling and the laughing continued between the girls. Sally was drunk, but I don't think Melissa was as bad as she made out. She would fall against me a lot, grabbing at me as she did, generally on the butt or the groin. The girls sandwiched me between them. Sally in front, backing her butt against me, grinding while holding my hips. Melissa behind, her body flattened against my back, her hands under my shirt, rubbing my chest. I spun away from them, and as I did, both Melissa's breasts fell out of her low cut dress. Sally laughed harder, but Melissa looked me in the eye. She wet her lips with her tongue as she cupped both her tits, rubbing over them, then pinching her nipple before slipping them back inside. Sally slipped and fell on her butt, but she was still laughing. The football game must have been over, as the dance floor got crowded with guys. I helped Sally up and took her to a table. Melissa made to follow, but Dave intercepted her and got her back in the throng on the dance floor. The DJ moved to a slow song. Dave pulled her close, his hands all over her arse, his face buried in her cleavage. She looked at me over his head and winked, then pulled Dave's head out of her breasts and kissed him hard. Reunion I sat down next to Sally and she slumped against me. "I'm a little bit drunk, Tony. Could you take me home?" She whispered in my ear. "Sure, darling. I'll just get your bag. You meet me at the front door." I went to the table we had dinner at and found Sally's handbag. When I got to the front door, Sally was leaning against the door jamb. She lurched off it and I caught her before she fell again. Propping her up, we struggled out to our car. "You are going to be sorry in the morning!" I chastised her, in a friendly voice. "So are you. You can't even walk straight!" She mumbled, drunkenly. At the car, I propped her up against the passenger door, unlocked the door and helped her get in. By the time I walked to the other side and got in, she was sound asleep. I leant over and put her seat belt on, then drove home. At home, it took a while to rouse her. When I finally did, she got out and made a bee line for the front door. Once inside, she first discarded her shoes, then continued walking towards the bedroom, taking off articles of clothing as she went. She strolled through the kitchen removing her shirt, completely oblivious of Jenny still working on her laptop. I followed behind, picking up her clothes as she dropped them. I looked sheepishly at Jenny and said, "I'll be back in a minute to take you home. I'll just make sure she gets to bed first." I pointed at the now shirtless Sally as she left the room. After an interesting interlude in the toilet,where I had to hold Sally to stop her from falling off the toilet, I got her into bed. Going back out of the kitchen, I got a drink of water as Jenny finished packing up. "Ready?" "Sure thing, Mr Brown!" I carried her school bag and Jenny took the laptop out to the car. It was only a twenty minute round trip. Jenny chatted the whole way there. At her house, she finished off a story she was telling me. When she got to the punch line, I laughed politely as she giggled. She placed her hand on my knee, in what I thought was a friendly gesture. "You know you're pretty hot, Mr Brown." What the fuck! Now the babysitter was feeling me up. "Jenny, you're eighteen. I'm twenty eight and married with two kids. We are in a car out the front of your parents house!. Are you trying to get me arrested?" I moved her hand away as I ranted. "Sorry, how about we park at the lookout next time." she gushed, reaching to embrace me. "Jenny, there won't be a next time. Sally will be taking you home from now on." "It's because I'm ugly, isn't it?" her hands went up to her face. Christ, now she was crying. I reached for her hands and moved them away from her face. "Jenny, Jenny, look at me." I said softly, this time. "You are not ugly, okay. If I was ten years younger, then I would be all over you." "Really?" she sniffed. "Definitely, but you need to find someone your own age." I continued, gently. "But they're all immature dicks!" "Honey, I hate to break it to you, but trying to get on to an older married man is a pretty immature thing to do. Please don't do this again. Not just with me, but with any of the other families you babysit for." "Eww, gross. They're all creepy and yuk. Mr Benson is always trying to look down my top!" Jenny screwed her face up to show her displeasure. "Good, now just a word of advice. Immature dicks are only immature dicks because no one has showed them how to not be immature dicks. Get 'em young and train them right! That should be your motto. You have all the "assets" to get them to do what ever you want." Her face brightened, and the smile returned. "Thanks, Mr Brown!" She got out and grabbed her stuff. She walked slowly up the driveway in the headlights, swaying her slim hips as she went. Oh dear, young girls; how was I going to cope when my daughters got to that age. At home, Sally was laying flat on her back, snoring. I contemplated sleeping on the lounge, but it was too uncomfortable. Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into bed, gently nudging Sally so she rolled onto her side. That stopped her snoring long enough for me to get to sleep. My alarm went off at six. Wearily, I sat up. Turning on my bedside lamp, I got some fresh underwear and work clothes, and began getting dressed. "What time is it?" Sally mumbled from under the blankets. "Ten past six." "It's Sunday, Tony. Where are you going?" "I've got to finish off the entrance way for the Fells. Their son's wedding is next week." I did odd fencing and welding jobs on my day off to make some extra money. "How long will it take?" Sally seemed unhappy. I put it down to being hung over. "I should be home for a late lunch." I said, hoping that would placate her. It would be a very late lunch. Sally rolled towards me and groaned as the light hit her in the face. "Ohhh god, why did you let me drink so much?" She covered her eyes with her forearm. "I couldn't stop you. Once Melissa showed up, you were a woman on a mission." I laughed gently at her discomfort. "I think I asked her and Dave over for lunch today. I hope they forget." So, that was why she was upset about me working today. "Did we say goodbye to them?" "No, last time I saw them, Melissa was inspecting Dave's tonsils with her tongue on the dance floor." My opinion of Dave must have shown in my voice. "You didn't like him, did you?" Sally's eyes must have gotten accustomed to the glare. She was looking at me now and that meant I couldn't lie. "No, I thought he was a dickhead." I said, with feeling. "I hope they can't make lunch today." She sighed. "I doubt they will remember." I was hopeful. "God, I hope notI! Could you get me some paracetamol and a glass of water?" "Sure," I walked to the edge of the bed, leant down and kissed her on the forehead. Sally grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Her hand snaked down and groped for my genitals. "I've been told that an orgasm is a good headache cure." "You just want me to still be here when the girls wake up, so I can get them breakfast." I chuckled. "Do you think I'm that shallow?" She replied in an innocent voice. "No, but I do know you. I'll get your paracetamol, and then I've got to go." "Alright then, don't come cuddling up to me tonight. You've had your chance." She turned her face away, which, given the smell of stale alcohol emanating from it, was a relief. "I'll be alright. You can't resist me." "Don't bet on it." She dug me in the ribs as I attempted to feel her breasts. "I think I could, given the looks I was getting last night." Sally rolled back, "Yes, you were the belle of the ball, weren't you?" she said sarcastically, then with a smile. "And it was fantastic that you were holding my hand. I loved those jealous looks. Thank you for being a good boy last night." She held my face in her hands and kissed me. "Maybe you do deserve to get lucky tonight." "That sounds like a promise." I said, hopefully. "We'll see. Now get me my headache pills if you're not going to ravish me." "Yes dear." I did as I was asked, then went to work. I was in the middle of welding some cattle rail between two posts at about eleven, when my phone jangled to say I had a message. It was from Sally. Damn, I thought, I bet Melissa and dangerous Dave are coming for lunch and she wants me home. I looked with some trepidation, and was relieved when the first line said that they weren't coming for lunch. The news got worse after that, as they were now coming for dinner. Shit! There was no way I could get out of that. I dragged work out for as long as I could; having a beer with Ned Fell after he paid me, then I traveled slowly home. I got in the front door and was swamped by two brightly dressed hurricanes named Rebecca and Sophia. "Daddy!" They yelled, as they ran towards me. Their progress was halted by their mother coming out of the kitchen. "No, no girls! Your father is filthy and you have your good dresses on. Go back in there and set the table. Tony, get showered and out here pronto. They will be here in five minutes!" I made haste towards the shower. Her tone did not leave room for negotiation. At least this time I wouldn't have to wear a suit. Dressed and refreshed, I made my way to the kitchen, reporting for duty. Sally was making up a couple of cheese platters. She pointed me in the direction of the oven. "Can you check the roast and the vegetables, please?" I opened the oven. It smelled delicious, so I let her know. "Smells good, Sal." "How long, do you think?" "The meat, probably another twenty, the veggies, another twenty after that. If we pull the meat out and rest it, we can turn it up a bit to crunch them up." "Great, can you check the table? The girls took everything in there, but whether it's in the right place is a different matter. I went to the dining room and tutored my daughters on where to put knives and forks. Just as we finished, there was a yell from the kitchen. "They're here! Can you get the door?" Sally called. "Yes, we just finished." I replied, walking back through the kitchen. I took the girls with me as I got the door. Opening the door, I was greeted with a modestly dressed Melissa and a still-suited David. I introduced my daughters, and they immediately captivated the couple. Taking Melissa's hand, Rebecca led them to their room to show off their toys. Next it was into the lounge room for an impromptu concert on the electronic keyboard. Sally came in and greeted our guests, bringing in the cheese platters and some wine. Both her and Melissa seemed content to sip on their first glass of the night. "Have those glasses got razor blades in them?" I asked cheekily. "By this time last night, you were on your second bottle!" Sally poked her tongue out, and Melissa laughed. Dave spent most of his time looking down his nose at his surroundings. I don't think he was enjoying slumming it. Dinner was a family affair. The children ate with us, and Melissa seemed besotted with them. When they had finished, Sally told them it was time for bed and stood up to take them. Rebecca took Melissa's hand and looked at her mum. "Can Auntie Melissa put us to bed and read us a story?" Sally looked at Melissa, and she jumped at the chance. My daughters squealed with glee, and dragged Melissa away. "Be sure to brush your teeth first!" Sally called after them, "and only five minutes of reading! You have school tomorrow." I doubt they heard a word. Dave relaxed, with the girls gone, and started bullshitting about his investments; his boat, his ski lodge and his two Ferrari's. I got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn't take much more of Dave. When I returned, Sally saw her chance and stood. "I'll just go and check how Melissa is doing with the girls." She scampered around the table to get to the hallway door. When she was behind Dave, she made a gun out of her thumb and forefinger and held it to her head, pretending to pull the trigger. Sally making her escape at least changed Dave's focus. He was now keen to tell me about the wild night he experienced once he got the intoxicated Melissa to their motel room. What started as a nod and a wink quickly became a blow by blow description. I couldn't reciprocate, due to Sally passing out, but even if we had done it three times in the fountain near the council offices, I wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't understand some men's irresistible urge to pass on details of their bedroom antics. One guy at work could be counted on to give us graphic descriptions of his weekend antics inside and outside his relationship. Many there found it titillating, but to me, it was demeaning to both the women and the guy telling the story. Sally and Melissa returned, and Sally got the dessert. "You have two bright little girls there, Tony. I can't believe that Rebecca is only nine! She seems so grown up. Her reading is fantastic." Melissa gushed. Sally and I beamed, showing what proud parents we were. Melissa continued to stroke our ego's. "They are really great together, too, like best friends. My sister and I fought like cats and dogs." "Yes, we are very proud of them. Rebecca has been accelerated at school. She is doing spelling and math with the next class up." Sally replied, she was almost blushing. "I'm not surprised. What school do they go to?" Shit! This was not a topic I wanted bought up again. Sally and I didn't speak for three days, the last time we had this 'discussion.' "Just to the local government school. I had her accessed at St Catherine's, the private school in Tamworth. They have an accelerated learning stream that fast tracks gifted children. We were offered a fifty percent scholarship, but we just can't stretch to that at the moment." There was an awkward silence, then Dave took his chance to rub it in. "How much do you make, Tony?" That cunt! "Obviously, not enough." I spat with venom. I looked at Sally, but she had her head down. Then I glanced at Melissa. She had seemed a lot nicer tonight, but now she had a smile on her face. Not a happy or a cruel smile; more like a crocodile who has just spotted an unsuspecting backpacker slipping into the cool waters of her river. She winked at me, and I was almost scared. "Now David, I know you don't like it when people ask how much money you inherited." She sneered, putting David back in his box. "Don't worry about your girls, Sally. They are so bright, I'm sure they will do well, no matter what." Melissa patted Sally's hand to reassure her. "Anyway, advancing young children can play havoc with their social development. Imagine being a nine year old in a class of eleven year old kids. You would lose all your old friends, but I don't think you would get too many new ones." Melissa continued, smiling at me. I didn't know what was going on behind those flashing eyes, but I had the horrible feeling I was on the menu. The dinner party broke up after that. David had to catch an early flight. "I have an important meeting with some business associates." David said, puffing out his chest. "Oh, come on David! You're playing golf with some old school tie types." My god, she was giving him a hammering tonight. He tried to fight on bravely. "It's not just golf," he spluttered. "we have a big deal we're trying to put together." "Yes, I'm sure." Melissa rolled her eyes. "Just try not to lose as much money on this one as you did the last." Ouch. David opened his mouth to defend himself, then thought better of it and started walking towards the front door, his ego mortally wounded. Melissa and Sally embraced. "Thanks for a lovely dinner, Sally. I'm staying at mum and dads for the week, so we will have to do lunch." Stepping back, Sally answered, "I'm working everyday except tomorrow..." Melissa cut in before she could finish. "Perfect. I'll pick you up at eleven." Sally looked at me helplessly. Monday was her cleaning and washing day. Oh well, she deserves a treat. I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulders. "That will be great." I said for her. "Wonderful. Now, you don't get away without a kiss goodbye." Melissa moved towards me. I tried to stay attached to Sally, but she slipped away. Melissa put her arms around me and pressed her body to mine. "Nice to see you again so soon." She purred. Then, when her face was pressed against my cheek she whispered, "Give up yet?" I disengaged from her embrace and put my arm back around Sally. Melissa waved another goodbye, then followed Dave. When the door closed, Sally looked up at me, "What's the matter with you? Anyone would think you were hugging a snake rather than a gorgeous girl." "Would you rather I did this?" I pulled her to me and tried to French kiss her. She struggled and laughed. "Get off me, you brute!" "There is just no pleasing some people." I said with a grin, while letting her go. "Maybe you can please me later if you help me clean up." Sally said, as she undid the two top buttons of her shirt. "That's blackmail!" "That's the best offer you're going to get, tonight." "Okay...you wash, I'll wipe." We went to the kitchen and began washing up. Once Sally had both hands in the sink, I began feeling her up. She wiggled and squealed, splashing me to keep me away, but I was persistent. Leaving the pots and pans to soak, we stumbled to the bedroom, removing each others' clothes. At the doorway, I picked her up and carried the now naked Sally to the bed and threw her on top. Climbing on after her, I moved in between her legs. Our mouths met in a hungry kiss as my cock found her wet and waiting pussy, and pushed inside. "God, that feels good!" Sally moaned, "Why didn't you attack me last night?" "I generally like my partners to be conscious when I make love to them." I replied, as I pushed her arms above her head and nuzzled her fully exposed breasts. "You could have woken me up." she giggled. "A nuclear explosion wouldn't have woken you." I latched on to her nipple, bringing a gasp. "You were such a good husband at the reunion, staying close to me. I overheard a couple of girls in the bathroom saying how hot you still were, and how lucky I was." "I'm the lucky one." To emphasize my point, I withdrew and then plunged back into her. "Oh yes!...and don't you forget it. Still, is there some way I could reward you? Something you especially want?" I stopped and pushed myself up by straightening my arms, so the only point our bodies met was our crotches. "How about you stop talking and concentrate on the job at hand." I scolded, slightly exasperated. "Oh, right." Sally laughed, pulling me back down. "Take me, lover. I won't disturb you again." The next morning, I awoke with Sally's head between my legs, working on my morning glory, mostly with her hand but she gave it a lick every now and then. I was surprised. It was not a usual occurrence. Knowing I wouldn't last long with that sort of treatment, I reached down to pull her up. Sally pushed my hands away and continued working on my cock with extra vigor. "Holy shit! I'm going to blow soon, baaaaaby!" Sally only grunted and kept going. I groaned as I shot my load, to my surprise, mostly in my wife's mouth. Sally came back up with her mouth full, grabbing a couple of tissues from the nightstand she spat my cum out. Then she looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. "Wow! Where did that come from?" "Just a reward for being a good boy." She said, snuggling up to me. I looked at the clock, "I don't think I have time to return the favor." "That's okay, I'll get you later. The kids will be in here soon, anyway." As if on cue, the door burst open and two little alarm clocks came and jumped on the bed. I got up and told Sally to stay in bed a bit longer. Taking the girls out to the kitchen, I got them breakfast, then packed our lunches. Sally came out in a dressing gown and cuddled me from behind. "You can stay in bed a bit longer if you want." "No, I've got to get the washing done and on the line before I get ready to go to lunch." Sally said resting her head on my back. Once the girls were dressed, I walked them to the school bus, then jumped in my truck and headed for work. It turned into a long day, and it was after six before I was heading home again. I was on edge when I got home. Sally didn't like me working late. My boss didn't pay overtime, but if I didn't get things ready for the next day, I would be home late every night. I walked in expecting a stern face, but instead. I got a big smile. Sniffing dinner, I could detect my favorite; a beef massamon curry. She was a little more dressed up than usual in a short skirt and lacy blouse. I put it down to still being in the clothes from her lunch. Still, I was wondering why I was still getting the special treatment. Reunion "How was lunch?" I asked while picking some tomato out of the salad. "Great! I'll tell you all about it after dinner. You go and have a shower, but don't be too long. Dinner will be in fifteen minutes." I had a hot shower, and was back just as the plates hit the table. We talked to the girls about their day at school, and I gave the rundown on another boring day at work. Sally wouldn't let on about her lunch. "We can talk about it when the girls go to bed." She said, as she put another beer in front of me. Now I was suspicious. Normally, Sally would limit me to one beer after work, and she was pushing me to stop that, as well. I asked again about her lunch, but she took my hand and told me I'd have to wait. While Sally cleaned up, I checked the girls' homework, then read them a story before tucking them into bed. Back out in the lounge room, I found Sally on the sofa with a glass of wine and a third beer for me. "Alright, what gives?" I asked suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Sally replied innocently. "Favorite dinner, three beers on a Monday night, you didn't get cranky that I was late home." I ticked the three points off on my fingers. "Can't I just show how much I love my husband?" She asked, holding out the beer. I took it and sat next to her. "So, how was the lunch?" "Great. I had prawns in an Asian salad for appetizer, and crispy-skin duck for main." "Yeah, and I had a ham sandwich. What about dessert?" I asked jealously. "I was feeling full, but when they brought out the menu..." "Let me guess, " I interrupted, "creme brûlée?" "You know me well!" Sally giggled. "How was Melissa?" "Wonderful. We chatted like we had only just left school." I was reaching for the television remote control when Sally stopped me. "There is something else we have to talk about..." She said, grabbing it first. There was an apprehensive look on her face. I wasn't looking forward to this. "After lunch, we went to St. Catherine's." "What?" I screeched. "We've already talked about this!" "Calm down, Tony. Melissa has offered to help us out." "So, we're a charity case now?" I spat, standing up and walking to the window. "Sit down and shut up for a minute. It's not charity. She wants something we have." Sally raised her voice. Realizing that she had been loud, she shifted her gaze to the door to see if the girls were going to come in. I went back and sat down next to her, trying to keep myself calm. "What do we have that Melissa and Dave couldn't get somewhere else?" Sally looked flustered and she was silent for a moment. I think she was trying to find the words to say. Eventually, she blurted it out. "A child." she said softly. "So, which one are we selling?" I asked sarcastically. "Not ours, you dickhead. David had a vasectomy after his first wife had two children." "Can't they be reversed?" I had been thinking about getting the snip myself, but hadn't yet. "He had that done, but in more than half the cases, it doesn't work. His body has developed antibodies to his sperm, so as fast as he makes them, his body kills them. They have been looking into sperm donors." I sat back, thinking. I suppose jacking off into a jar would be a small price to pay to give our daughter a better education. "So, they want me to supply the sperm?" "Well...um...Melissa does. David doesn't know about this, yet." "I somehow think he might not be keen to have a kid fathered by a hick from the sticks." I mused. It was a delicious thought, though. "He wouldn't have to know. Melissa's fertile time is at the end of the week. When she goes back, she is due to be inseminated." "So, I wank into a jar, she gets the turkey baster and fires it in, and we get a year at St Catherine's for Rebecca." "Well, not quite...umm...she hasn't got the...uh...equipment, so you would have to do it the way God intended, and..." "Now hang on a minute. I'm going from a sperm donor, to a man whore?" I found myself standing again. "Just wait, it's not just a year. Melissa will pay for both girls to go through primary school there." "But, I'm still a prostitute? What the fuck, Sally! How could you even contemplate this shit? Can't you see she is just messing with you? She can't bear to think that you have something better than her." "Better than her? A welder/mechanic, making just above minimum wage, better than her husband?" Sally was standing as well. "You know what I mean. Jesus, woman! She tried to come on to me at the reunion in the bathroom. She's a sick bitch who likes to play games!" "And your a selfish fuckwit who doesn't care about his daughters!" We were both yelling, standing toe to toe. Then, the inevitable happened. "Mummy! Daddy! What are you yelling for?" Two sleepy-eyed children stood in the doorway. Sally was the first to react. "It's nothing for you to worry about darling." she said, walking towards them and ushering them back to their room. Once they were through the door, Sally looked back at me. "The spare blankets are in the linen cupboard." she snarled, then she closed the door very firmly. I had an uncomfortable night's sleep on the sofa bed, but it wouldn't have been any better in with Sally. Both of us would have been clinging to either edge of the double bed, fighting over the covers. The girls came out and woke me. Sally was in the kitchen getting their breakfast. I went to our room to get ready for work, then came out to have my breakfast. When I entered, Sally left. "Looks like its going to be a long week." I said to myself. I walked the girls to the bus, then came back to get my truck. Sally was standing at the front door, and she motioned for me to come inside. I thought about jumping in my truck and leaving anyway, but I didn't want to escalate things further. Inside, Sally was waiting, fidgeting with her coat. "Have you thought about it?" she asked quietly. "There's not much to think about, honey. I don't want to do it." "Tony, please..." I held up my hand. "If I came home and said the boss would give us the money for the school if he got to fuck you, what would you say?" "That's ridiculous, Tony!" "Why is it any more ridiculous than what you and Melissa are proposing?" "Because...because its different for boys. You guys always want to do it." "Have you ever seen me look at another woman that way?" "No...no I haven't, but please... please think about it." she was crying. "What do we do when the girls finish primary school. We still can't afford it. Are you going to put an advertisement in the paper?" 'Man whore available. Knocking up desperate bitches a specialty.' "Or, will you just turn me out onto the street?" "Don't be stupid! We spoke to the principal, and if they get through primary school at St Catherine's and continue to achieve high marks, then there are full scholarships available for high school." Sally looked at me with pleading eyes. "Is it really worth all this heartache? Can that school make that much difference?" "Just think about it, okay?" she put her hand on my arm. "I will, if you think about what you're asking. Do you really want your husband making love to another woman?" "It's not making love. It's just fucking." She protested. "That's exactly what it is. You think about me touching another woman; sticking my dick inside her, feeling her breasts, thrusting out of control as I get closer and closer to orgasm, groaning as I release my seed deep inside her. You think about that." I steeled myself. I felt like bolting out the door, but I stood my ground. Sally gave me a kiss on the cheek and then we both left. I was preoccupied all day. What should I do? Was it no big deal? Given the option, I think most of the guys in town would crawl over broken glass to get to sleep with Melissa. It would be an unbelievable opportunity for my Rebecca. Surely, I could sacrifice a little bit of pride to help out my daughter. As the day wore on, I realized what I was worried about. What if I enjoyed it? I mean, obviously there would be some enjoyment, but what if I wanted more? Once I had opened that door, could I close it? What would I say to Sally? She wouldn't ask at first, but eventually she would want to know. 'How was it? What did you do?' And most important of all, 'Do you want to do it again?' Could I answer these things truthfully? Would she believe me anyway? All these questions jumped in and out of my head all day. By the end of it, I was no closer to a resolution, and more pissed off than ever for being put in this position. I stopped at the pub on the way home and had a couple of beers, just to piss Sally off. In the end, the decision was made for me by Cindy Walker and Esmerelda Smith. They were two students in the higher class Rebecca did spelling and math with. There had been a spelling test, and Rebecca came top of the class. Cindy and Esmerelda resented it. They had been the best students in the class before Rebecca had moved up. They waited for her in the toilets at lunchtime and attacked her, trying to put her head in the toilet while they flushed it. While holding Rebecca upside down, they dropped her on the tiled floor and she split her scalp open. It had taken twelve stitches to close the wound. The school had been most apologetic, and had suspended the little bitches for two days. Two fucking days! What a joke. Rebecca wasn't going back there. That night, I lay in bed with the same questions going around in my head. Sally came to bed. She stood beside it, looking at me for a time, but we didn't speak. When she got in, she slid across and put her arm across me, and her head on my chest. "Your doing the right thing, baby. I love you, you love me, and we both love the girls. Nothing can come between us." I rested my hand on her shoulder and prayed she was right. "Have you told Melissa?" I inquired. "I sent her a text, but I haven't heard back. Mum is going to look after the girls for the next couple of days. It won't hurt them to rest up before they go to a new school next week." "How is this going to work? Do I go and see her? Does she come here? Do I just do it once? Do I have to keep trying until she gets pregnant?" There were so many issues that hadn't been sorted out. "With your history, once should be enough." Sally answered nervously. "That was nearly ten years ago, Sal. What if I can't do it anymore? Do we give her money back?" "Don't worry, babe. We will work it out. Melissa and I are going to St Catherine's tomorrow to enroll the girls. I can sort out the details then. In the meantime..." she murmured, sliding her hand down my chest and under the waistband of my boxers. "Sorry, Sal," I replied, pulling her hand away from my cock. "I'm not in the mood tonight." I rolled over and tried to get some sleep. The next morning I was up with the sparrows, getting dressed. I checked on the girls and they were both sound asleep. While I was having breakfast, Sally came out. "Any word from Melissa?" I asked, looking up from my coffee. "Not yet. I'll ring her in my lunch break. I'll take the kids to mums on the way to work. Can you pick them up? I don't know how long the enrollment process will take." Sally was a lot happier about the situation than I was. "Yes, I should be able to." I replied flatly. Getting up, I put my plate and cup in the sink, gave Sally a kiss on the cheek and made my way to the door. "Tony," Sally called after me and I turned around. "We're going to be alright, okay?" "I hope so. I truly hope so." I walked away to my truck. Reunion I was on my way to my high school reunion, anxious to meet my old classmates after ten years. Since the day came I'd been a nervous wreck, worrying about what to say once I met up with every familiar face. The party took place in the school cafeteria; noticing how beautifully decorated it was, with a huge banner welcoming back the graduating class. The whole floor was cleared of all tables and chairs, giving everyone enough breathing room to dance on. Once I spotted my old teachers and some classmates I remembered well, I didn't waste time approaching them and discussing old times. Seeing them all was a thrill and it brought back so many memories; the best of times. However, there was one person in particular I didn't want to be friendly with. That man was Timmy Meadows, a six foot four monster, sporting a thick mustache who just happened to come my way. He was once the star forward of the school basketball team, leading them to their first ever championship. Despite all his success the one thing Timmy had a problem with was his ego. After winning the championship the big dope declared himself the greatest athlete in school history. "Hey, Aggie", he said, coming my way to shake my hand. "Hey, Timmy", I said, reluctant to take his hand. "How you been?" "I'm good. It's Timothy." "What?" "It's Timothy not Timmy." "Thanks for the reminder, and it's Aguilera not Aggie." "Come on Aggie, we're not going to start fighting are we? Can't two old friends get together without causing a scene?" Timmy and I were never friends; the last person I wanted to be friends with and that massive ego of his pretty much summed it up. "All right let's drop it", I said, avoiding any chance of embarrassing myself further. "Now is not the time or the place, so let's talk about you. Did you make the pros or what?" With his height and attitude, Timmy would have fit in nicely going head-to-head against those other six or seven foot tall players in the pros. But as time went on his dream turned into a nightmare; telling me the very details on the tragedy of his playing career. "Nah, I didn't make it", he said. "I tore my knee after playing two games of college ball. I wanted to keep going but they told me I couldn't. My knee didn't get any better and I was done." "Sorry to hear that", I said. "Me too. But it's not the end of the world I can tell you that." "What do you mean?" "I'm going to be coaching our old team. Is that pure luck or what?" "Hold on", I said, not believing the details. "You telling me you're the new coach of the Blasters?" "I'm the new head coach. By the upcoming season I'll whip them in shape and take them to the top." "Well, congratulations." "Thanks man, it's the job I wanted all my life." The Blasters basketball team hadn't exactly done anything right for many years. Who knows? Perhaps Timmy could get the job done this coming season. Soon he caught up to his former teammates, leaving me alone with three girls I was ready to meet. First it was Terry and Roxanne, two former members of the cheer leading squad for the Palominos football team. The other was a tall brunette named Debbie, who was the smartest girl in class and valedictorian at our graduation. "It's so good to see you again, Aggie", said Debbie, giving me a peck on the cheek. "You look great." "You look wonderful, Debbie", I said, growing frustrated at being called Aggie all night. "Could you please do me a favor and stop calling me that." "What's wrong with calling you Aggie? I thought after all this time you got used to that." "That may have been fine back in school but we're all grown up now." "Would you rather I call you Robbie instead?" "It's a start." "Same old Aggie after all this time." "What does that mean?" "You're so sensitive and that's always been your problem." "I'm sensitive?" "Yes, you are." Right now Debbie was talking nonsense; trying hard to get under my skin was more like it. The conversation continued with her doing most of the talking; now bringing up the subject of her marriage and two sons at home. Telling me her life story was something I didn't want to hear or even care about. If that weren't enough, Timmy was not done with me just yet. "Hey, Aggie", he said, getting my attention once again. "Come on over and say hello to the guys." "I think he's talking to you", said Debbie. "I'll see you later", I said. Timmy wanted me to meet up with his former teammates; the last group of people I wanted to hang with. I already knew what they'd call me once I met up with them and I wanted no part of it. I walked as far enough away from the pack where I now caught up to Mrs. Bell, my old history teacher. "Mr. Aguilera", she said. "You're looking well." "You're not so bad yourself", I said, feeling nervous just by looking at her. "Your husband's still a lucky man." "I don't have a husband anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "I'm not. That bastard was a liar and a cheating little prick." "What happened? Let me guess he had an affair with someone half his age." "Something like that." "When did he get caught?", I asked, growing more interested in this conversation than I did the others. "From the moment I read his E-mails on line." "Oh, that's not good." "He even had dirty pictures of that slut lying naked on our couch. That very same couch I paid for with my own money and she leaves her stink behind." "What an asshole." "George was an asshole but I got even with him. I sent those pictures to the girl's father, who just happened to be George's boss." "Oh, shit, he was fucking the boss' daughter?" "That's right. Once the boss found out, George was fired and I took everything he ever owned." "Wow, you have a mean streak in you. I can imagine the look on his face when you found those E-mails." "I can show you right now." Mrs. Bell took out her camera phone, giving me a slideshow of George's surprised look on his face after reading those E-mails. The poor woman even took pictures of the E-mails themselves; capturing each and every word ever written. I have to say but they were all very naughty. "Got any pictures of the girl?", I asked. "No, I do not", she said, with a mean look on her face. "Just checking." I never told anyone but I did have a crush on Mrs. Bell. Now in her late forties she's still the best looking teacher I ever had. Even better was the fact that she's divorced and available; she could have any man she wanted. Tonight I figured this was my golden opportunity to make a move; to have that old fantasy of mine become a reality. That all changed when someone else came along and decided to grab my attention. "Aggie, is that you?", said the lone female voice behind me. I started to get really annoyed over the name and I was ready to set this person straight whomever it was. "Could you excuse me?", I told Mrs. Bell. The minute I turned around my whole attitude changed overnight, because standing before me was a petite and very beautiful African American princess. She had curly locks of dark hair, chocolate brown skin and wore a black off-the-shoulders dress. The matching pair of high heels she wore made her a couple of inches taller than me. "It's been a long time, Aggie", she said, with a bright smile and sweet voice. "How have you been?" "Great", I said, not being able to recognize her. "I'm sorry do I know you?" "We were in the same class together, Aggie." "Are you sure about that? I recognize everyone else around here but I don't remember you. You sure we were in the same class?" "You really don't remember me?" "I'm good with pretty faces and I would have remembered yours a mile away." "I'll admit I was different back then." "Can you help me out?" "Might as well get this over with before we die of boredom. Back then I was fat, wore glasses I hated wearing, and a very nasty attitude." I still had no idea who she was until she gave me one more hint. "I played on the girls volleyball team", she said. After doing some heavy thinking I finally figured out who she was after all. The only reason why she was unrecognizable was because she did not look this good years ago. As a matter of fact she didn't look anything like the other girls in my class. "Rhonda?", I said, in shock at who I was talking to. "Big Rhonda James? Is that really you?" "In the flesh, baby." "Wow, you look amazing." "Some exercising and a little yoga can do wonders for the body." "I can't believe it. The last time I saw you you were a bit chubby and acted more like a tomboy. I remember you had an attitude problem and getting suspended for your troubles." "I was in detention. I never once got suspended." "Sorry, my mistake. Still, you went from ugly duckling to a beautiful swan." "I was ugly?" "Not in so many words." "I'm kidding, Aggie. If I didn't know any better I think you were flirting with me." "Maybe I am." "You are looking good yourself." "Are you flirting with me now?" "Hey, this girl never flirts." "No, I don't expect you do." The two of us spoke throughout the evening, putting the subject of Mrs. Bell far behind me. Rhonda and I even danced for the very first time; it felt really weird for both of us. The girl kept calling me Aggie all night long and it didn't bother me for a second. After tonight she could call me anything she wanted. We started talking about her volleyball team on the day they won it all after nearly having a perfect season. "That was the damn ref's fault", said Rhonda. "The girl from the other team was clearly out of bounds when she scored. That fucking asshole assumed she was in bounds and we lost because of him. He's not here is he?" "No, I didn't see him anywhere. Were you planning on kicking his ass if you did see his face?" "Yes, I would. The next time I see that fucking loser he's going to be spitting teeth." "Now that's the Rhonda I remember. A girl who doesn't take shit from anyone." "I still don't take shit from anyone." "Remind me not to piss you off on a rainy day." Without those bifocal glasses she once wore I could see that Rhonda had pretty eyes. With those eyes, a perfect body, and wearing the sweet scent of perfume Rhonda was all woman tonight. "You know I have to say", I said, "you're not such a bad dancer." "That was my mother's fault", she said. "She told me I needed to take lessons to impress the boys tonight." "The other thing I noticed is you smiling. You have a nice smile and I don't recall you ever had one in school." "For your information I can smile and laugh at the same time. I did have plenty to smile about when we won that trophy didn't I?" "After you won the game I didn't exactly stick around for the party." "Too bad you missed it. Believe it or not I was a very nice girl that day." "Then after the party ended you were back to your old self again." "Just because I was happy doesn't mean I was going to be all friendly." "Either way you have changed a whole lot. From the minute I saw you it was like meeting you for the very first time. I can't believe it's been ten long years. I mean where the hell does the time go?" "It's fucking depressing isn't it?" Despite Rhonda's makeover she still had that tomboy attitude that never quits. Throughout the evening she was well behaved and fun to be around with. Back in the old days being around Rhonda was a scary experience; the girl could be dangerous whenever she felt like it. After the party came to a close, I invited her over to my place for a drink and continue our trip down memory lane. When we got off the elevator we were greeted by the sounds of moaning and screaming from down the hall. Rhonda just stood there getting a better listen over the chaos taking place. "Oh, shit", said Rhonda, enjoying the show. "Somebody's having a good time." "That would be David and Cynthia", I said. "The guy recently moved in and Cynthia just happened to..show him around." "Go knock those boots, boyfriend." We both laughed on the way to my place where we could still hear those two troublemakers. Once I closed my door we didn't hear one peep from them. "Wow", she said, after I turned on the lights. "You have a nice place." "You should check the view out on the balcony", I said, pointing the way. "I hope you're not afraid of heights." "I don't scare that easy." Rhonda opened the sliding door and stepped onto the balcony, getting a view of the big city we called home. I stepped outside to join her, only to admire more of Rhonda's unmistakable beauty. In my opinion she was more like a goddess than a beautiful swan; a goddess whose beauty can tame the hearts of every man on the planet including my own. A slight breeze blew in throwing the scent of Rhonda's perfume in my direction. "Let me ask you something", she said. "Are they that noisy every night?" "David and Cynthia?", I said. "Oh, no. Sometimes they take a break and start all over." Rhonda laughed, again showing more of that great smile with a set of pearly whites that were bright and perfect. "If you ask me", I said, "those two are a couple of freaks." "I can tell", said Rhonda. "The rest of the neighborhood must be complaining." "You have no idea. One time there was a rumor going around and I didn't believe it at first." "What happened?" "They were screwing in the laundry room, and the idiots that they are, got filmed doing it." "You serious?" "Very serious." "Bullshit." "No bullshit. I'm telling you those two are freaks." "Nothing wrong with being freaky." "Tell that to the landlady." "The landlady? What did she do?" "One day I caught her listening in on them by the door, and you know what she did? She stood there feeling herself up." "No fucking way." "I saw it happen. She stood there with her hand in her pants and having an orgasm." "Did you say anything to her?" "Hell no. I got back inside and watched her through the peephole." Whether Rhonda believed me or not she laughed her heart out like I've never seen her before. The laughter abruptly ended once a stronger breeze blew in, giving both of us the chills. "It's getting chilly out here", she said, rubbing her arms. "Let's go back inside", I said. "You want a drink?" "Diet cola if you got any. I'm still trying to watch my figure." "Diet cola? I think I have some. Go make yourself comfortable and I'll be right with you." Rhonda collapsed on the couch after a long, exhausting evening. After locking the sliding door shut I headed towards the fridge, taking out the last available can of diet cola. I poured it in the nearest glass I found, added some ice and handed it to her. "Oh, that's good", she said, taking a sip from the glass. "That really hit the spot." After one big sip Rhonda made herself more comfortable kicking off her high heels, letting out one big sigh of relief. "I'm never wearing high heels again", she said, wiggling her toes on the carpeted floor. "How can any woman walk on those shoes all day and all night? It's fucking murder." "Lucky I guess", I said. "Lucky my ass. I'll stick with sneakers and flip flops thank you." "Then why are you wearing them?" "Mom said I had to look more like a lady, including dressing up like one." "Mother knows best." "Sure, mother knows best. Now I can't feel my feet anymore." Again Rhonda wiggled her toes and rubbed her feet together to bring back some circulation. As my guest the least I could do was make her more comfortable. "Give them to me", I said. "Excuse me?", she said, looking at me odd. "Give me your feet so I can massage them." "And why would I let you do that?" "You don't trust me now? Come on, Rhonda, the least I can do is help you relax. I promise I'll be gentle." Rhonda took her time agreeing with the idea and laid down comfortably, planting her bare feet on my lap. I started things off with her toes then worked my way to the heels and soles. Her feet were smooth as silk, with toenails neatly trimmed and polished red. Rhonda might have spent a fortune on the perfect pedicure, but I believed her mother had something to do with that as well. "How's that feel?", I asked. "Oh, that's good", said Rhonda. "Yes, right there. Oh, yes. Hmm. I can feel my toes again." "Spending a whole evening in high heels can do that to you." "The next time I'm wearing sandals." "The next time? You plan on dancing the next occasion?" "I don't ever want to dance again for as long as I live." "You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh, that feels wonderful. Hmm, you have strong hands." Besides her lovely feet, Rhonda's legs were smooth and clean shaven. Looking at them gave me the sudden urge to reach out and touch them, but I was afraid that Rhonda would knock me on my ass with one punch. I put that subject aside and stayed focus listening to the sounds of Rhonda's continuous moans of relief. "You know, Aggie", she said, "you can stop pretending." "Pretending what?", I said. "Who you trying to fool, Aggie? Ever since I bumped into you you've been eyeing me all night. When you were at the punch bowl speaking to the gym teacher, you couldn't take your eyes off me for a minute. Even after we stopped dancing your eyes were glued to my ass." "Glued to your ass?" "Just now you were looking at my legs." I was hoping she wouldn't notice that. It sounded more like Rhonda was keeping her eyes on me more than I was on her. "Well, you're gorgeous", I said. "Guys must be lining up and knocking on your door just dying to get a date with you." "Actually, there's one guy who hasn't knocked on my door yet." I didn't know what she meant until she explained it to me, rubbing her right foot on my cock. Once Rhonda got started she kept at it until the swelling rose on the tips of her toes, leaving a smile on her face and my heart beating in my ears. "That's it", she said, seductively. "That's what I want to feel." Soon both of her feet were rubbing my hard cock, causing even more stiffness in my pants. Rhonda teased me some more rubbing her tits; each looked ready to pop out of that dress. "what's the matter, Aggie?", she said. "Are you surprised that a tomboy can give you a hard on?" "Yeah, a little", I said, feeling turned on by her actions. "But you are the kind of girl that always gets what she wants." "That's right. So why don't we get this party really started?" Rhonda crawled on the cushions and kissed me with a pair of sweet and juicy lips. She loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, stroking my chest and feeling my beating heart. Our lips locked on to one another's, allowing our tongues to explore each other's mouths. "Where's your bed?", she asked. "First door on the left", I said. "You can't miss it." "Oh, I won't." I didn't expect to have company over but lucky for me my room was all tidied up. On her way she took the dress off, letting it slide off and drop to her feet, leaving only her black silk underwear on. I followed Rhonda inside and turned the lights on, getting a better view of her laying in bed, with a pair of beautiful tits just hanging out and waiting to be touched. "See something you like?", she asked, looking more and more sexy than ever. "I see something I love", I said, looking straight at that incredible body of hers." "You treated me like a woman. Now come on over and make me feel like a woman." She laid there waving her finger, inviting me to make my move and have both our evenings end on a high note. I removed the rest of my clothes and got down to business. I again tasted those sweet juicy lips of hers and returned to the tongue lashing we kept giving each other. My mouth was all over her neck and throat, exploring the taste of her soft brown flesh. Gently I sucked on both her titties and rock hard nipples; all felt good in my mouth and giving me the insatiable urge to bite into them. Reunion I slipped off her silk underwear and Rhonda simply opened up her legs, showing me the most luscious pussy lips I had ever seen. Not only that it was cleaned shaven with not a single trace of hair in sight. It was easy for me to taste that pink piece of flesh without any strands of hair getting in the way. I made my way devouring that chocolate skinned pussy, tasting every morsel I could find. "Oh, shit", said Rhonda, keeping my head pinned down. "Oh, that feels so good. Hmmmmm. Fuck. Ah! Ah! Ah! Shit! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! Oooooh. Oooooo. Oh, shit. You eat good pussy. Oh, Aggie. Hmmmmm, so fucking good. Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, shit! Fuck! Don't stop! Please! Aaaaaaaah! Shit! Fuck! I'm about to cum!" I left the poor girl breathless when it came time to give me oral pleasure. Once her warm breath returned she was able to give me the best head I ever had. Rhonda rubbed, squeezed, and sucked the life out of my hard cock like a woman possessed. "You have a nice cock", she said, admiring what she held. "You're so sexy." Her performance was incredible; she sucked the juices right off and leaving not one drop behind. It got so intense I wanted to scream myself, but instead I kept my eyes and mouth shut tight, keeping it all in as much as I could. Soon Rhonda got right on top of me, grabbing my cock and carefully placing it inside her pussy, ready to fuck the living shit out of me until I was breathless myself. I stared deep into her eyes and let her ride me like a wild horse on growth hormones. "You like that, Aggie?", she asked me. "You like being fucked by a tomboy?" "Love it", I said, watching her titties bounce in front of me. "You love the taste of my black pussy?" "Love pussy of all types." "As good as mine?" "Yours is perfect." I had handfuls of her titties and her manicured nails digging into my chest. Soon the two of us were moaning and screaming at one another, almost as loud as my two neighbors. "Oh, shit", I said. "I'm gonna fuck you up", said Rhonda. "Fuck the living shit!" "Hurt me!" "What was that?" "Hurt me!" "You like that? Huh?" "Give it to me!" "Can you feel it? Huh, mother fucker?" "Fucking give it to me!" The bed shook so much I thought it would fall apart. I screamed so loud I might have ended up with a sore throat. After all that it was fucking worth it. After more juicy kisses I turned Rhonda over, getting her in position to rock her world next. The look on her face told me she was looking forward to it. "It's my turn, huh?", she said. "You want to fuck me? You want to fuck my shit up? Huh, mother fucker?" I looked into her eyes, nailing her hard until she screamed out my name. Back and forth, thrusting and pounding, going deep into that pink hole and giving it to her even harder. Rhonda's legs wrapped tight around my waist and her feet locked together to keep me in position. My cock was so swollen enough to go deeper and deeper, forced Rhonda to scream from the top of her lungs. "Oh, Aggie", she said. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, shit! Fuck me, Aggie! Fuck me! Oh, shit! Your dick is so hard! So fucking hard! So fucking hard! Shit! Aggie! Aggie! Fuck me! Don't stop! Don't stop! I can feel it! I can Feel it! Give it to me, baby! Give it to meeeeeee!" I squeezed my dick letting loose the cream pie I spilled on her belly, leaving the poor girl giggling and smiling. We were both exhausted, sweaty, and sticky all over our naked bodies. For us it was one hell of a reunion and a night to remember. If only the rest of the class could see us now. "You feeling good?", I asked, looking into her eyes again. "I'm better than good", she said, smiling. "You want to do it again?" "I'm too tired." "So am I." Rhonda giggled once again and soon both of us had a big laugh. We held each other and kissed more and more until neither of us had nothing left to give. By the following morning the sun shined on my face giving me a wake up call I didn't need. Fully awake I soon realized Rhonda was nowhere to be seen. Both her dress and shoes were gone; only her silk underwear was left laying in a corner. It was too bad she didn't thank me for a wonderful evening. I was set to hop in the shower until I discovered a message written above the bathroom sink in shaving cream. "Call me" was the message, with a phone number written below. It looked like it was a new beginning for both of us and I looked forward to our next encounter. Reunion Three Days Ago It all started three days ago. Three days ago, it had been a cold, wet, depressing day. The rain had been pouring down since noon and it wasn't showing any signs of letting up by dawn. What had started as a light down pour had grown to a heavy and loud storm. The sound of millions of rain drops smacking the pavment or metal porch ceilings was almost deafening. One particular black wolf didn't appear to be bothered by the weather at all. In fact, he was completely relaxed, dressed in a white wife beater and loose-fitting black gym shorts. He was seated on his back porch, listening to the rainfall around him, smoking a cigarette, and amusing himself on his cell phone while the sun set and night fell. He lived by himself in a small home, just outside the city, that his family had left him. There was nothing particularly special about him, just an average wolf in his late twenties. He took another drag off his cigarette and blew it out with a satisfied sigh just as the storm began to rain harder around him. In the dark, the first crack of lightning was blinding as the thunder roared. The wolf wasn't disturbed at all by the sudden light and noise. What did disturb him, however, was the sound of someone knocking on his front door. He looked up from his phone and glanced over his shoulder toward the noise. "Who could that be?" The wolf asked himself before putting his cigarette out in the ashtray beside him. He got up and walked inside his home, across the building to the front door, unlocked the door, and pulled it open. He saw another wolf standing there, dressed in a wet, grey overcoat. At first, he didn't recognize the brown and white wolf at his door, looking down at the doormat. Almost intentionally avoiding eye contact. "Hello, Devious. It's been awhile." The female voice surprised him. It was very familiar, and when she looked up at him and met his bright yellow eyes with her deep green eyes, he knew exactly who she was. He smiled and held the door open for her. "Leah... it has been awhile. Come on in." Devious took her soaken coat off her as she stepped in and hung it up for her. This sure was a big surprise, after all, it had been nearly ten years since he had last seen her. "Can I get you anything to drink, Leah?" He asked as he headed for the kitchen. His eyes were stuck on her, after so long, it seemed so random that she would suddenly turn up at his front door. She didn't acknowledge his question right away. She just stood there with her arms wrapped around herself and looked around Devious's home. "Yes, umm, have you got anything strong? Jack and coke...if you got it." Devious nodded his head and went to his liquor cabinet and made her a drink. When he brought it to her, she was seated on the sofa in front of the T.V. She had taken off her wet shoes and was running her fingers through her damp hair, trying to fix the mess the rain had made of it. At a glance he could tell something had brought her here, and it didn't look like it was anything cheerful. He sat down beside her and handed her the glass. "Here." She took it from him, gave him a grateful look that wasn't exactly a smile, more like a look of relief, and took a few sips from it. "I'm sorry to just drop by like this, Devious." Devious watched her take a few more sips before he responded. "Leah, I haven't seen you since high school. Is everything ok?" Leah's paw started to shake when he asked her that. She put the drink down and covered her face for a moment. She was silent for a minute until she took a deep breath and let it out. She sniffled once, then had to clear her throat. When she spoke, even her voice was shaking. "Have you got a cigarette, Devious?" It was hard to tell what Leah was struggling with without her talking to him, so Devious nodded his head and motioned for her to follow him to the back porch. He slid open the door and walked out onto the porch where he had left his pack of smokes and lighter. Picking them both up he pulled two cigarettes out and handed one to Leah. After lighting his, he handed the lighter to Leah and watched her shakily light hers. After a few puffs she began pacing and looking everywhere but at Devious. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, like she had been crying alot, but she looked to be generally healthy. Something bad had recently happened in her life, something big. But what? "Leah..." Devious started to say, but she cut him off. "I wanted to see you again Devious... I don't know why i waited so long to find you, but i just felt like i needed to see you again." She took another pull off her cigarette and then covered her eyes with her paw again. "I'm a wreck." Devious wasn't sure what to say to her, they had dated back in high school and now, here they were, ten years later. She still had the beauty he remembered, but she did look like a wreck with how bad she was shaking. He could tell she had something to tell him, but it was hard for her to say. So he let her figure it out and waited for her to get the words out on her own. When she finally moved her paw away from her face, her eyes were moist. "I just don't know where to begin." Devious leaned back against the porch rail and looked her over. Noticing the big and small differences in her since the last time he'd seen her. Time hadn't really touched her over the years. He could see what ten years had done to her, and they weren't bad. But something was deffinatly hurting her now, so he reached out and took her paw. "Breath Leah." She did, but it didn't do much to calm her shaking. He was beginning to feel worried when she finally said it. She pulled her paw out of Devious's and looked straight at him before saying "I got married, Devious. I've been married for seven years. As of yesterday...we are divorced." Once she got the words out, it was like it drained her of the last of her strength. She put her arms around Devious and buried her face in his chest. The feeling was too familiar. He wondered to himself 'Has it really been ten years? Or has it been ten days?' Devious dropped his cigarette into the ashtray before scooping Leah up and carrying her back inside where he put down on the sofa. As soon as he put her down, she let go of him and instead chose to bury her face in a cushion until she regained control of herself and could speak again. This time, her voice wasn't so weak, but it remained just as shaky as before. "I built a life with him. For eight years, he was everything to me. After all that time, how could i have ment so little to him? I don't even know what to do anymore... I'm sorry Devious, i just felt like... you could help me." This news that Leah had been married was a little shocking to Devious. It wasn't that crazy, she was a beautiful wolf and she was a great catch, but for some reason it surprised him. What surprised him more was that the marriage was over. She was completely torn apart by it. But why would she think a guy she knew ten years ago would be able to help her? What did he have to offer her? "I'll help you however i can Leah. But i don't know how much i can do for you. Do you, er, need a place to stay? I have a spare room you can stay in for awhile." Leah picked her glass back up and finished off the last few sips before she would look at Devious again. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea to come to you, but when everything had fallen apart, you were the only one i could think of. I don't need you to do anything for me, i just felt that you would be here for me." Taking the empty glass from her paw, Devious rubbed her back a bit before taking it to the sink. Once he had sat back down beside her, he took a deep breath. "Well, you were right, Leah. I can be your friend. Whatever you need." Just then, the thunder boomed loudly and lightning struck again. Leah jumped at the sound and yelped. Looking out the window beside her, she started to laughed nervously. "I've gotta pull myself together. It's just some thunder." She watched the rain for a minute before turning back to Devious. "You said you had a room i could stay in?" Devious nodded his head and stood up. "Yes, follow me, ill show you." The spare room was just a small guest room down the hall from the living room, right across from his bedroom. It hadn't been used much since he rarely had guests overnight, but it was comfortable enough for a temporary stay. "It's not much." Devious said before opening the door and turning on the light. Leah looked over his shoulder into the small room and saw a twin bed with blue sheets that went well with the white paint. The carpet in this room noticeably saw less foot traffic. It was almost a different color. The walls were blank and the only other piece of furniture in the room was a dresser. "I hope it'll do. If you want a shower, there's towels in the top drawer and the bathroom is next door." He pointed to the door beside the guest room. Leah looked relieved to hear that and managed a small smile. "It's great, Devious. A shower sounds amazing right now. I just need to go get my bag." She turned and walked down the hall toward the front door. Devious watched her go, thinking to himself how strange this was. It was kind of surreal for Leah to have just walked back into his life so suddenly. Yet, now, it looked like she was going to be staying with him for awhile. Tonight, at least. She was gone for only a minute, but, when she came back in she was soaked. That troubled look was back too. "How could i have forgotten to bring clothes?" "That's a problem for tomorrow, Leah. I'll lend you some clothes to wear to bed." He gave her a smile in hopes that she would return it. She did. She walked up to him, smiled, and met his eyes again. Her eyes were different from how he remembered them back in their high school days. They were a gorgeous, deep green, but there was something else there now. Maybe, it was just how puffy and red they were from crying, but he wasn't so sure. "Careful with the hot water. It gets pretty hot". While Leah was in the shower, Devious dug through his clothes, looking for something for her to sleep in. He was bigger than her, so most of his clothes were going to be huge on her small frame. After a couple minutes he finally pulled out a pair of sweat pants and threw them on his bed. Now he just had to find a shirt for her. That took no time to find though. As he looked through his closet, he found an old, black, long-sleeved shirt at the back. On the front of the shirt 'WillMont High School' was spelled out in bold, white letters. Down both sleeves it said 'Cross Country'. The letters were almost worn away and there were some frayed threads. Devious had forgotten he still had this shirt. He had got the shirt from his old high school team and he used to run in it every week. "Perfect" He took the shirt and sweat pants across the hall and set them on the bed before stepping outside for another cigarette while he waited for Leah to finish her shower. When Devious stepped back in, Leah was already out of the shower. She had changed into the clothes he'd set out for her and, sure enough, they swallowed her. She was sitting on the sofa until he shut the door behind him. She got up and walked over to him, a wide smile across her face. Before she said a word, she put her arms around him and hugged him. "Thanks for everything Devious... really. I haven't thought about our school in years, but I'm going to bed now." Devious hugged her back then watched her walk down the hall and dissappear into the guest room. He didn't stay up much longer either. He washed the glass Leah had used earlier and put it away then decided to lay down too. He left his clothes in a pile beside the bed, turned off the lights, then crawled under the blankets. His thoughts lingered on the wolf across the hall for a minute. 'What happened to her?' Then, he was out. Something disturbed his dreams. He was in a deep sleep, but now, he was awake. Some sound or movment had pulled him out of his sleep. Once he had his head together and returned to full consciousness, he became aware of someone else in his bed. A sweet lavender scent filled his nose. "Leah?" She snuggled up to him, grabbed his paws, and put them around her. Resting her head on his chest, she whispered to him. "I'm sorry, Devious. I hope this is ok." Devious did not object. He nodded his head and held her body against his. He just wished he had known she was going to crawl into bed with him before. Now that she was beside him, he was very aware of his nudity. 'Has she noticed?' If she did, she didn't react to it at all. She may have already fallen aeleep, her breathing was calm and melodic. One paw rested on his chest, and the other lay at her side. Devious dragged his nails gently up and down her back while he tried to go back to sleep himself. After a few minutes of silence, Leah spoke again. This time a little bit above a whisper. "Are you sure this is ok? You don't want me to leave?" "No, Leah, you're ok." He whispered back. "Do you want to sleep, or do you want to talk?" Leah was silent at first, but then she spoke up. "Like i said, i haven't thought of our school in years. I had pretty much forgotten everything about high school...until i saw this shirt. It helped me remember alot that i had forgotten. Even you...and us." Devious saw her eyes open and look up at him in the dark. "I just couldn't sleep with my head buzzing with thoughts like that. Not while i was laying just a few feet from you. I just...had to get closer to you." He could see a smile stetching across her face, loosing herself in these memories. "Well, how much closer can you get to me now?" He pressed her against his chest and she laughed. "Oh, i can get much closer, Devious" As Leah said it, he felt her paw reach under the sheets and cup his balls. Devious jumped at that. He wasn't expecting her to just grab him like that. "Leah" was all he managed to say before she shushed him. "Don't act so surprised, Devious, i knew you slept in the nude. I was counting on that when i got in bed." She leaned in and gave him a light kiss. "There's something you seem to have forgotten about me though" After the kiss, Devious wasn't sure how to react to this so, he decided to just go with it. "What's that?" Fast as light, Leah sat up and got on top of Devious, spreading her legs over him and pressing her paws against his chest. As she did, the blankets fell off her and revealed her naked body. "I sleep in the nude too." Devious was stunned. How had he not noticed she was naked too? It didn't matter though. It was hard to think straight with two full, heavy breasts in his face. Leah hadn't changed at all in the last ten years. Reunion A/N: Ahh thank you guys so much for your responses to my first story! They were very helpful and intensely appreciated! This story here has taken me a while to finish, but I hope y'all enjoy nevertheless. ***** "Do you remember Thomas?" I placed my waffles and orange juice on the small kitchenette table and sat to eat. I could feel my brother's eyes watching me. Slicing into my breakfast, I tried to recall anyone I knew named Thomas. "Uh... wait, that kid from high school? Tommy?" I asked. "Yeah, I kinda remember him. He was on the team, right?" "Yeah. He was one of the star players and got a scholarship to Southern, for like, everything." "Good for him, I guess." I drowned a piece of waffle in excess syrup. "Why do you bring him up?" "Well, he's coming to visit me. He asked—" "Oh!" I gasped. "Thomas was the kid with the missing arm! I didn't know he got a scholarship, that's friggin' amazing for someone with a fake limb!" Marcus glared at me and said "Well, yeah, that's why he's so memorable, typically. Can you not interrupt me? That's rude? Thanks." He grimaced at his eggs. "I bring him up because, for some reason I can't understand, he asked about you." I stopped chewing. "Me?" I said. I eyed my waffles and speared another piece with my fork. "Why would he ask about me? I barely talked to him." "You never noticed that he had a huge crush on you?" A shit-eating grin cracked his face in two as I guffawed in response. "Marcus, are you stupid? That boy did not have a crush on me." "He came over all the time because he wanted to see you, Noelle. I mean, he also wanted to play GTA and eat all of our fucking food, but ugh, he told me all the time how hot he thought you were. It was pretty nast." I didn't know how to react. I was flattered that I could've been the object of someone's affection, but I was pretty sure Marcus was bullshitting me. I was a toad in high school. I thought about Tommy. I used to think he was kind of attractive, but he was two years my junior and I wasn't into younger guys. Immaturity and a lack of muscle hadn't been, and still weren't, my type. I'd seen him play ball, though, and I was impressed by how good he was despite the missing forearm. "When is he coming down?" I asked. "In like, two days. I'm gonna throw a small party in my dorm, if you wanna come." "I doubt it's gonna be a 'small party'. But yeah, I'll come." Marcus leaned back in his seat as his plate sat empty in front of him, and said, smirking, "You wanna scope him out now, don't cha?" "What? No. I like parties. And it'd be nice to see him again, it's been like... four years." I finished drinking my orange juice and stood up. "Okay, you need to leave, I have a class soon." After shooing Marcus out of the apartment, my mind wandered back to Thomas. In high school, he liked to crack jokes and fuck around, but you could tell that he was also ambitious. His left arm did nothing to slow his determination, and I found that admirable. When I was in twelfth grade, he was in tenth. Even then, he had developed this low voice that had distinctive warmth to it, although you could tell he had yet to control it. His laughter was dumb, loud and carefree, and I remembered how he would come up with any excuse to touch me. He always made a point of greeting me when he came over. I'd never had a real conversation with him, but I liked him. When I saw the time, I mumbled a curse and ran out of my apartment. - I dragged Crystal by her white hand down the dorm hallway, and she whined protests with each step. "This is gonna suck so much! Jeez, just look at how grody this hall is." "Crystal, this is one of the best, cleanest dormitories on the whole campus. Quit bitchin', we're gonna have a nice time if you drop the sourpuss act." At my brother's door, you could hear music pumping into the corridor. 'Small party', my ass. Marcus would use any excuse to throw some loud, code-violating shindig. He'd probably bribed the RAs with beer. I skipped knocking and opened the door. Immediately, I was blasted with the stink of alcohol, and there must've been at least ten people stuffed into the little kitchenette. Crystal and I took off our shoes and wandered into one of the two little bedrooms. Another six or seven people were sitting and laughing on the bed pushed up against the wall, while a few kids I recognized played Just Dance, screaming and yelling. They were intoxicated and terrible. I spotted Marcus, and he sprung up from the bed, pulling me into a hug. He actually smelled nice. "Hello, Noelle. How art thou this e'en?" he slurred. "I'm fine, Marc. Say hi to Crystal." He dragged her into a passive embrace. She sighed, "Hi, Marcus. I see you're toasted." He smiled and danced his way out of the room while Crystal plopped onto a nearby beanbag chair. I leaned against the wall, watching the players botch almost every move. They were entertaining, but I couldn't shake my growing feeling of apprehension. I wouldn't admit that it was Thomas making me light-chested, but it was. Turns out I remembered quite a bit about him. My brother met him in ninth grade, and they had been best friends ever since. He was at my house all the time and they spent whole summers together. He was my brother's friend, but I realized that I knew him pretty well, too. Even if Marcus was messing with me about the whole crush thing, it psyched me out enough to make me hope that I was at least hotter than I was in high school. I mean, I thought I was. I tried to keep my dry brown skin as moisturized as possible, and since getting a job, I could afford to wear something other than hand-me-downs. I still fretted, though, hating myself for worrying so much about a guy's impression of me. I watched Crystal survey the room from her low perch with mild interest. The dancers were sweaty with musical exhaustion and only caught her eye for a second before her gaze settled on something behind me. I turned around. My breath left me and my eyebrows shot clear off my forehead. Jesus. Thomas. He looked... quite a bit different. He leaned casually on the doorframe, silently watching the drunkards mimic Beyoncé's moves. In the past, we were eye level, but now he had a few inches on me. He stood arms crossed and I almost choked noticing the fine new muscle that supported his intimidating frame. There was actual hair on his face, and of course, there was the prosthetic curled up close to his chest. He looked amazing. I glanced back at Crystal and she was giving me the same surprised look I imagined on my own face. I turned around again and found him looking at me. Recognition sharpened his features. He smiled. Oh my God. "Noelle!" he called, opening up his arms. Excited and terrified, I inched closer until I was within reach, wherein he grabbed me and crushed me into his body. He was so warm... and sturdy. All of my senses were hyper-aware of his presence, and he was squeezing me so tight that I could barely breathe. I didn't mind a second. He was wearing cologne or something and I almost shuddered. When the hug broke I felt cold and missed him immediately. I was grinning like an idiot. He looked at me a second before saying "Y'know, you're ruder than I remember, Noelle. You didn't even try to come find me when you got here." I laughed stupidly and shrugged. He took his time eyeing me up and down and I felt the blood pumping through my neck. "You look... really good," he said. "Hah, thanks." I broke his gaze, trying to think of something to say, but my mind was fried. "Uh, so. How lo-" "Tommy! Hey!" yelled Marcus as he stumbled back into the room. "I see you've reacquainted yourself with my sister." Marcus wiggled his eyebrows and reached for Thomas' head, straightening the plastic crown that sat there. "You're wearing the crown, why?" "Well, I am the Guest of Honour, as Marc likes to say," said Thomas, elbowing Marcus in the gut. "Get your black ass outta here, Noelle and I need to catch up." Marcus put his arms up in surrender and traipsed away. Thomas turned back to me and smiled. "It's been a long time," he said. "Yeah. You look... good, too, by the way. How's Southern treating you?" "The scholarship's nice and everything. It's funny actually, my teammates were almost pissed that they had the 'One-Armed Wonder' on their team but they're some of my closest friends now. It's great. A lot better than high school." His voice was murder. "Anything's better than high school," I said. "What took you so long to come down and visit us? Marcus really missed you." I grinned and nodded at the idiot, who had now snapped up one of the Wiimotes, belting into it with wild abandon. "I can tell." His attentions turned back to me. "I missed him, too. You, also." I caught his gaze. We stared at each other for a moment. A hand graced my shoulder. Crystal's. "Noelle," she said, "d'you want a drink? I was gonna get something from the cooler." She looked at Thomas and smiled. "Uh, Thomas, this is my best friend, Crystal. Crystal, this is Thomas, he's a... high school buddy." Ever the friendly gentleman, Thomas shook her hand and greeted her. Fuck. Crystal had a penchant for flirting with good-looking guys. She lingered a second on the handshake, then floated out of the room. I couldn't understand how she could be so apathetic one second and transform into a seasoned seductress the next. Instantly, I felt jealous of Crystal's charms although I hated myself for it. Tommy was attractive, but I didn't want to just melt at his feet, and I didn't even know if he had a girlfriend. It'd be stupid and I'd look like a psycho if I tried to stop Crystal from flirting with him. Thomas and I shot the breeze for a moment until she returned. She was about to hand a drink to him when she spied his arm. "Oh my gosh, is that a fake arm? I didn't even notice it!" Thomas winced and said, "Yeah, that's kind of the point. Nice to know that I can still fool people, though." "That's... fascinating! Can I... Do you mind if I ask how you lost it?" "I was a little kid. I used to go to my uncle's farm a lot, and you know how there's huge equipment all over the place..." Crystal nodded and waited for him to continue. He started up again, and I decided to give the two some privacy since I'd already heard his story. I excused myself, and then tried to find a spot where I could sit on the bed. My friend Amy grabbed me and yanked me onto her lap, taking a swill of her beer. We heckled the dancers who were almost soaked through with sweat and I started to laugh. We and a couple other drunk losers started singing along, and I tried to ignore Tommy and Crystal on the other side of the room. Despite myself, I glanced back a few times, and always found his eyes on me. - It was Saturday morning, and I jogged to the basketball court near my apartment. The boys were already there, and we waited a few minutes for my brother to show up. I wonder if he's bringing him, I wondered. Marcus finally rolled up with Tommy in tow. Now I was excited. Over the past few days, I'd been thinking about the party, and I replayed the way Thomas had looked at me over and over in my mind. I decided that it was unlikely that he'd still... like me, but a dumb-ass tiny part of me wanted the opposite. He sauntered up to us, shaking hands with the guys while Marcus dropped his gym bag and pulled out the ball. As they started smack-talking, I examined Thomas. He'd decided not to wear his arm today, and the spot where his limb should've been was kind of bizarre to look at. He was so comfortable with his body that the empty spot looked natural, more so than what I remembered in high school. Back then, he may have been insecure about it, although it took nothing away from his attractiveness. His skin was tanned and taut, and his hair, thick, dark brown and wavy, tickled the tops of his ears. When he came upon me he offered his hand. I took it and, standing up, thanked him. "How's Marc treating you so far?" I asked. "Real nice. He's such a sweetie," he cooed, glancing back at him. "Actually, all we've really done is play video games." "Oh! Well then, couch potato, it should be extremely easy to kick your ass today." He recoiled and clutched his hand to his beautiful chest. "Well, I never! I was gonna go easy on you but y'all can forget that now! Right, Marcus?" "Oh no," I said. "My brother, my team. You can have any of the rest of these hood rats but Marc's on my side. Right, Marc?" He snarled at me from across the court and waved me off. A brown arm slithered around my waist in the same moment. "Who you callin' a hood rat?" I glanced up at Rob, a fellow player, and sighed "Aw, Bobby-boy, you know I'm just playin'. Have you met Tommy yet?" He nodded and I patted his stomach before shoving him off. After he left, Tommy stared after him for a moment and remarked, "He's... friendly." "Oh yeah, he's great. Pretty sure he's on your team. So," I said. "Ready?" He grinned and pulled off his tank. Shirts versus skins. - "Fuck, I'm so sorry! Does it hurt?" "No, not really. I can't believe it's bleeding so much." "Pinch it and keep your head back. I hope I didn't break it. Fuckin' shit," Thomas said. His large hand was on my lower back. It emanated a sensual warmth, but its power was rivaled by the throbbing in my nose. I tried focusing on his fingers touching my spine. "Tommy, it was an accident. It's not that bad," I said with his tank top to my face, trying to laugh the whole situation off. It really was an accident, and it wasn't that painful. Kind of. "Yeah, but it's still my fault. I don't wanna ruin your pretty little nose." He looked around. "Which way now?" "Left," I said. "I've had nosebleeds before. They're not so bad." "But if I've broken it, it is bad." We walked in silence until we came upon my apartment building and I gave Thomas the keys. He let us in, and we tramped up the stairs until we got to my door. After we entered, I was about to start looking for bandages when he told me to relax on the couch while he got the medical supplies. I directed him to the bathroom, and he returned with my things. His shirt was still off and I stole glances of his body's movements as he searched for the bandages. In the midst of the game, things had gotten pretty intense. Sweat was rolling off of my body, and my shoelace had come loose, so I took a time-out while I tied it and caught my breath. On the sidelines, I was just about to finish the knot when the game veered toward me, and in a moment of in-game hypnosis, Thomas' knee rammed into my nose. Apparently no one thought to bring napkins or bandages, so I opted to go home since my face had turned into a fountain of blood. Thomas, feeling (and being) responsible, offered me his shirt to halt the bleeding. I told the guys to keep playing as I laughed off my injury. Marcus raised his eyebrows, but deemed that I was okay enough to stumble the short distance to my building with Thomas as my chaperone. "Hey, keep your head back," said Thomas, leaning toward me on the couch, wiping the blood from my nose. His touch was light. "Does it hurt when I poke it here?" "Not really." "How about he-" "Ow! Yes," I squeaked. He smirked. When he looked away my eyes fell back to his chest. It was large and covered in a light layer of hair. His stomach was wide, flat and thick. His presence was overwhelming, and I almost forgot about my nose while I stared. I imagined how smooth and firm that flesh would feel under my fingertips. I bet his throat— "See something you like?" I looked up at him and my lungs collapsed. His eyes bored into mine with a quirked brow and a close-lipped smile. I didn't know what to say. "Uhm," I croaked, "could you get me some water?" He stared at me for a second and, with a huff, rose from the couch. I admired his back as he walked away, but made sure that I wasn't busted this time. "Your place is really nice, by the way," he called. "Thanks, man. Oh, the glasses are in the far left cupboard, and I have a water jug in the fridge. Get yourself something to drink, too." "I think I will." I listened to him fumble around and closed my eyes. I didn't think my nose was broken. It was definitely sore, but the bleeding had stopped and I'd suffered worse injuries before. Keeping my face elevated, I spotted Tommy's bloody shirt and felt guilty. His nudity was a blessing but I didn't want to ruin his top. There were washing machines on the ground floor... I could clean it for him. He returned and handed me a full glass, and I thanked him again. "I can wash your shirt for you," I said. "I don't want my nasal blood staining it." "Okay, so I rammed my kneecap into your face, but you're offering to wash my shirt? No, you're not doing anything for the next hour." "Fine, 'mom'. It's a nosebleed, it's not even broken. Just sore." "You mentioned you've had nosebleeds before?" "Mhmm. I'm kind of exhausted right now so I'll tell you the stories later." He eyed me carefully. "Are you hungry? Maybe I should make you lunch—" "Aw," I sighed, "Thomas, it's okay. It's not that bad, it's really not a big deal." "I know, but it's more about how bad I feel. I'll feel less guilty if you just let me nurse you back to health a little." I conceded. "Alright. Get in there." He got up and leapt out of the room. "Make me a sandwich!" I called, and I heard him snigger. I put my feet up on the tiny coffee table. Wow. A bloody nose turned out to be a real boon. "What's it like making a sandwich with one arm?" He chuckled. "Easy, when you're used to it." I relaxed on the couch while I heard him clattering with my dishes again. I had nothing else to do that day, so I resigned myself to lying around the apartment, nursing my schnoz. Maybe I'll catch up on television... Thomas returned with a delicious looking sandwich. I took it and dove into it greedily, realizing how hungry I was. "You should get something for yourself." "I'm not hungry." He watched me eat, and I got a little nervous. He was being really nice, which was refreshing. I was usually surrounded by unmannered frat brothers. He reclined further into the couch, and it seemed to me that he was relishing in his partial nudity. He tore his eyes away from me and absently rubbed his bare stomach. I repressed another shudder. Thomas eyed my TV stand and asked "You have DVDs?" "Yes, Thomas, what century do you think this is?" He got up and examined the packages, tracing a long finger along each case. He stopped at a collection of the X-Files. "Dude, you have this?" he said as he pulled out a DVD. "I remember this show!" He was grinning like a little kid, holding the package with the same amount of reverence and awe that a new father has holding his newborn baby. "Can we watch this?" "Yeah, do whatever you want. I was just thinking that I was gonna chill out here for the rest of the day anyway." He turned all the proper devices on and inserted the disc. I patted the cushion beside me and he took a seat. "Uh," I said. "Marcus left a few shirts here, if you wanna grab one." I could smell the sweat off of his body and it was... doing things to me. He smelled delicious. He smirked and said "Nah, I'm good." He craned his smooth neck toward me and whispered, "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Reunion I pushed his face backward and said "Hell no," grabbing the DVD player's remote and skipping to the menu. "What episode do you want to watch?" "Any is fine. 'S all good." I leaned back, trying to ignore the half-naked man at my side. He stretched like a tomcat and let out a groan, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I found myself admiring his amputated arm again. He resumed rubbing his folded stomach with the pad of his thumb and I willed my peripheral vision to shut off. I placed the remainder of my sandwich back on the plate. Quietly, he asked, "So how've you been?" "Good," I said. "It's my last year here, and I'm super excited to start my co-op placements. They start up next semester so that should be fun. How're you, Tommy? I don't even know what program you're taking." "I'm gonna work in broadcasting, remember? Be a technician on a TV show, make lots of money, travel around..." "Sounds good." "Mhm. You should come visit me. You and your brother, I mean." I crossed my legs and looked at the television. "Me? How come? We haven't really talked over the past few years." "I know, and it's a dirty shame. I wasn't lying when I said I missed you guys. Both of you." His eyes found mine again, and we stared at each other for a moment. His irises were a bright hazel colour tipped with deep greens, and their pull was almost impossible to break. His skin caught my attention. The bridge of his nose was covered in freckles. Those are new, I thought. As we stared, his breathing began to quicken. His hand tiptoed toward my leg and my chest started to feel empty and light. The tips of his fingers grazed the top of my thigh and my teeth clamped together. The look on his face... I was scared but so turned on. Before I even understood what I was doing, my palm was on his chest. His eyes slid shut and I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as I took the liberty of squeezing and feeling his muscles. His nails sunk into my thighs and zaps of pleasure stuck me everywhere. His fingers slunk toward my inner thigh, digging between my crossed legs and my teeth sunk into my lip. I felt every single scrape of his nails. My breathing hiccupped. His stomach jumped under the graze of my fingertips. My hand came up to his neck and his eyes were open again. I stared, and then looked at his arm, then glanced back at him. He raised his eyebrows and offered it forward. The skin was tanned and smooth, and I was surprised at the thickness of his shoulder. I found a prominent vein and traced it down, down to the underside of his decimated arm, which he'd covered with a kind of sock. I pulled it off. He shuddered and mumbled, "It's sensitive." So, I lined the scar first with my finger and next with my tongue. His head fell back and he groped at my leg, breathing heavy. I hummed while I licked his skin, and my free hand caught his hairy knee. I rubbed it as his fingers crept higher up my leg and gripped the flesh. In the background, Scully was arguing with Mulder about one of his crazy theories. I pulled away from his arm and he looked straight into my eyes. I was eager to continue, and I watched him inch his body closer to me until his face was seconds from mine and I stopped breathing. His palm squeezed my thigh as his lips touched mine, and I melted when he pushed, urgently. Sparks went off both in my panties and in my face. "Ow! My nose!" I clutched my face and a thousand apologies spluttered from his lips while my stupid nose throbbed, effectively shattering the sexy atmosphere and ruining my chances of getting felt up. "Are you okay? Ugh, I'm such an asshole." "Yeah, it's just sore. Is it bleeding again?" He examined my face. "No, it's alright," he sighed. Dragging a hand through his hair, he huffed and fell backwards, sagging into the couch. "I am such a dick." I was quiet for a moment while the X-Files episode rolled on. "No, you're not," I said. "You can make it up to me by... being a little gentler." Tommy's head swiveled back in my direction. "I mean, gentle for now, at least..." I flicked my eyes up toward him, and he was giving me this look. He eyed me up and down again, and he grinned, saying, "Okay. Gentle." The timbre of his voice stroked my eardrums at just the right frequency, and pleasure waited tensely in my chest and belly as he eased closer. His fingers glided over my legs again. He squeezed. As I closed my eyes, his lips fell upon my neck and they were soft as petals. He kissed the column of my throat, and I moaned as his tongue slithered along my skin. God, yes. I grabbed his arm, feeling the muscles tense as his fingers pinched and stroked my legs. His hand decided to wander up my body, over my pelvis, stomach, until it found my breast. A low groan churned from his chest as he kneaded it, and my back arched, eager to fill his palm. His mouth was now on my collarbone, and his lips caressed it with delicate smacks. My hands found his hair. I knotted my fingers in it, scratching at his scalp, and I dragged one of my hands down his back, dying to feel the flesh, taut and firm. Our bodies were kind of awkwardly posed on the couch, so I pushed him back. He lied down length-wise on the cushions, and I crawled on top of him. Delighted, I noticed the bulge in his shorts and grinned. He dragged my hand to his crotch, and I was delighted when it jumped at my touch. Letting go, he watched as I rubbed a hand over his cock through the thin material, and the throatiest moan thundered from his chest. His hips jutted upward to greet me. I pulled my fingers away and slid my hand along his thigh, reaching underneath the bottom of his shorts. My tongue dropped to his nipple as my fingers found his testicles, and his breathing hitched and choked. His single hand was in my curly hair, and I groaned with each yank. I continued kissing along his stomach, my new favourite part of his body. His skin was warm as midday sun, and the tent in his shorts grew as I fondled the base of his cock. Out of nowhere, he sat up. "Wait," he panted, pulling my leg over his hip, "I still feel bad about your nose." I straddled him. He gripped my ass and I gasped, throwing my arms around his neck. He groped and squeezed, and scratched his stubby nails along my skin, my back arching yet again. He kissed my cleavage while he ground his hard dick into my pulsating pussy, and he whispered "That feels so fucking good." His breath in my ear had a direct connection to my vulva, somehow, and I tried grinding even harder into the thin material that separated us. He smelled so good that I couldn't resist nibbling his earlobe, and his firm schlong was hitting me in just the right spots. This was a totally different guy than that awkward teenager in high school. His hand snuck under my shirt. He fingered my bra, and pushed it up over my breasts, rolling my nipple from beneath my top. His hand shot downward, playing with the top of my shorts, until his itchy fingers ventured inside, spreading my pussy lips. I stopped moving, a nasty moan resonating in my chest, and he gently kissed my mouth again while his fingers began to move. "Thomas, yes!" Of course, my pussy was already soaked, so his fingertips glided along the insides of my outer labia. His touch was electrifying as he worked up, down, up, down, and my hips were rocking with this rhythm until he surprised me by using those slick fingers to tweak my clit slowly. It was so sensitive that it was painful. "Thomas, it kinda hurts. Push down on the... hood on top," I panted. He moved his fingers accordingly, and I hid my face in the crook of his shoulder as he played with me. "Like this?" "Yes, Thomas, fuck yes," I said into his skin. The pleasure was intensifying, and I was hoping that I wasn't nearing the end because I wanted all of this crazy shit to last. He groaned, deeper, as his fingers slithered inside, and this high-pitched noise that I'd never heard before tore from my throat. The two long, smooth fingers thrust in and out, and I tried to grind my clit against the base of his palm. I listened to the disgusting schlick of his digits drilling inside, exploring, watching him watch me. I tried using my thighs to bob on his fingers. Breath steaming in my ear, he drawled "I wanna watch you bounce like that on my cock." I gripped both of his shoulders and I leaned forward again, eager to hear what other nasty shit he had to say. Thomas licked the space under my ear and I felt his facial hair rake across my skin. I was so turned on that I needed to return the favour, and my fingers trailed down his thick abdomen, until my hand was under his shorts and gripping his turgid cock again. "Fuck, Noelle, your cunt's so fucking wet," he groaned. I stroked him slowly in response, shivering as I played with his foreskin. "I've been thinking about what your black pussy would feel like for years..." Another hot shiver shook me at his words, and I knew I was close. Boldly, a third finger slipped snugly inside and I cried out. "I never expected you to be so tight—" "Oh my God," I croaked as I reached my climax. I writhed in pure ecstasy as his fingers spread and curled inside me, and my legs cramped as my body was shot with lightning. I was still jacking him off, eyes slammed shut, and he whispered yes, Noelle with hot breath as I moaned, still feeling ridiculous. My grinding slowed as I rode the final ebbing waves of pleasure. I dropped my forehead to his, and panted, exhausted, with his rigid dick in my palm. He made sure to milk me with his digits before sliding them out. He took his fingers and rubbed my juices all over his penis, soaking the shaft, and shuddered as he traced his cock from base to tip. Thomas brought his fingers to his nose, inhaled, and then popped them into his mouth. I grinned, still aroused and aching for more penetration. He was dirtier than I ever expected him to be, and I loved it. "You're very sweet," he said. I quipped, "You're not done," and pointed to his penis, which was engorged, shiny, slick, and aiming skyward. "Well," he sighed, "it seems that I'm not. I wonder what I should do about it?" "I can help." My fingers stretched to curl around his fat dick. He was average in length, but above so in thickness, and naturally, my mind wondered how full I'd feel with it thrusting angrily inside. Now his cock was slippery and much easier to stroke. I tugged up and down, slowly at first. My free hand pushed his chest backward again. Juices soaked my shorts as I listened to Mulder and Scully pursue some rogue in the distant background. I leaned down closer, listening to the subtle slapping noise of my fingers slipping up and down his shaft. The sticky sounds were heaven to my ears. I tugged a little at the foreskin, rolling it around. His fingers crept into my hair again, and I made sure to rake my nails over his abdomen. The muscles jumped under my touch and he moaned again, throaty little keens that made my pussy pulsate. I squirmed as his nails scratched at my scalp. I chanced a lick up from the base of his cock to the tip and he yanked on my hair so hard that I thought the roots were about to tear out of my skull. It only turned me on more. Encouraging him to keep going, I tongued the tiny hole at the tip. "Ah! Fuck!" he hissed. I thought he was finished, and I waited with my lips parted wide for his drizzly release. Instead, he shoved his hips into my face like an offering. I continued, trying not to crush my pathetic nose as he eased his jerking pelvis. I moaned and hawed, letting hot breath curl and twist from my lips, practically watching the shiver shimmy its way up his spine. The tremors took over his whole body. My mouth landed on one of his testicles, and one of my fingers rolled lower. It squirmed and prodded at the thin valley of skin between his balls and anus, and he broke. The softest aw, baby leapt from his lips as he came. My mouth ventured back to his cock as his fingers scratched my scalp. His orgasm was more subdued than I imagined it would be. Shuddering and writhing, he opened his eyes to watch me gulping down each spurt of his cum. His hips bucked as he let out another guttural cry. Dragging my lips, I tongued and gargled each line of spunk, relishing in its salty texture. His cock was even slipperier now, and I licked up as much cum as I could reach. This was quite the turn of events. We'd barely talked and I was already guzzling his jizz like a sex-crazed lunatic. I savoured the pale fluid in my mouth for a little bit before swallowing. Some of it had hit his stomach and chest, and I ran my tongue up his torso as I lapped at the last splashes. I felt him shudder again. "You're disgusting," he said, grinning. "I know. You started it." "I'm so happy I did. That was fucking... amazing." He eyed his withering cock and said "I've been fantasizing about this shit for forever." I only grinned and laid my head on his chest, trying to get comfortable on my shitty couch. "I love hearing you say my name," he said. He paused for a second. "Moaning it, really." I felt like dork, but despite myself I smiled and told him "It's pretty sexy hearing my name come out of your mouth, too." We were silent for a moment while our bodies cooled. His fingers caressed my knee, my leg now folded up on his lap. "Hey," I said, "how are you so good at this?" He threw his head back in laughter and said "What?" "Fingering me, whatever. You knew exactly what to do. Guys our age typically aren't so... skilled in this matter." "Well," he said, "I've messed around with a couple... older women. They're pretty demanding, y'know. I think, actually, older is my type." He raised his eyebrows at me and I giggled like the dumb-ass I was. "Obviously," I sighed, listening to the air whoosh like a breeze in and out of his lungs. For another moment, we were silent. My attention fell to the forgotten X-files episode. "Years? Really?" "Yes! I love your brother and all but I definitely noticed you around the house. Especially when you kicked Marc's ass at every videogame y'all owned. That was hot." I nodded saying "Yeah, I'm pretty boss when it comes to gaming." "You're sweet, super-intelligent, ambitious, obviously a freak in bed," I laughed as he continued, "Funny, generous, creative. It was impossible to ignore you back then, and it still is now." My heart kind of swelled, and the butterflies resumed their dancing in my stomach. I didn't know if I truly believed him, but everything he was saying sure was nice. "Did you ever... think about me?" he asked quietly. I rubbed his belly and said, "A little. I mean, I knew you were cute. But you were a bit skinny and childish, and that wasn't really what I was into." He sighed through his nose. "What do you think about me now?" I drew a circle on his stomach with my finger. "I think you're exceptionally sexy. I love your body. It's so... strong, and it fits you perfectly. The fact that you're really gunning for that Broadcasting degree is also really hot. A hard-working man is hot man, I think." Chuckling, he placed his hand on top of mine, saying "My stump... it doesn't freak you out, does it?" I looked into his gorgeous eyes. "No. I don't care about your arm." I paused for a second, then admitted, "Actually, I like it. Like, a lot. It's pretty hot, really." He guffawed and exclaimed "Oh my God, you have an amputee fetish! Goddamn, Noelle, you keep surprising me with how freaky you are!" I slapped his chest lightly. "Shut up, it's not a fetish. It's just... it's different, and I admire it." I plopped my head down again. "You're strong, inside and out." "Thank you," he said, pecking me on the forehead. Our attentions shifted back again to the television, and it was probably one of the most relaxing moments of my life, lying there with him at midday, doing nothing. I was almost relaxed enough to pass out. "What now?" he asked. "What now?" "Yeah. Like, right now and in the future. Currently, I wanna watch this DVD with you for the next few hours, but, sometime soon, I wanna take you out. I think," he said, "we should date." "You think so?" "Yes, I do." "Well," I said, "I definitely want to keep watching the X-Files. But dating... I don't know. I mean, what would Marcus think? And you live in another province at Southern, how'd we even keep that type of relationship going?" He lay silent for a moment. "I think Marc would be cool. He's known that I've liked you for years. But, yeah, I see what you mean about the distance." His head swiveled back to me and he said, "I'd try for you, though. I've wanted this for years, Noelle. I'm not givin' up just yet. I'm serious." His gaze said volumes. I believed that he was. "Okay. We can try." I went in for a kiss and our lips touched gently. "Great," he whispered. Reunion Like many of my other stories, this one has an adult son watching his mother having interracial sex. If such stories offend you or do not interest you then please stop reading at this point. I hope the rest of you enjoy reading this one. The idea for this story came about when I was watching an amateur porn video, so the description of the sex scene may be somewhat familiar to some readers. ***** I'm a twenty-five year-old nerdy-looking-balding-red-haired dude living a bachelor life in big city Los Angeles. Well, "bachelor" in my case is spending nights in front of my iMac jacking off to the world wide web's plentiful free porn. I work as a digital art technician in one of the numerous studios in nearby Hollywood, and out there my job is giving so-so looking chicks digital makeovers and boob jobs to make them look good onscreen. Trust me, I'm pretty good at my job. It is not entirely impossible to not have any friends in the world's largest metropolitan area, but I do have somewhat of a friend here. There is this older black dude called Nigel in the apartment next door who has sort of taken me under his wing. Living a semi-retired life, Nigel is my man for all my important requirements. On weekends we hang out drinking beers and smoking pot, and occasionally watching some porn together. However, he is not as lonely as I am because there's a middle-aged black woman who visits him once in a while and, boy, do they fuck loudly? The apartment walls aren't all that thin, but their grunts, wails, moans and ungodly swears gets through to me in high fidelity. Or infidelity? Nigel has a clean shaven head, with a neatly trimmed full beard that is whitish-gray, a big beer belly and he moves around sluggishly. However, that doesn't mean he has any problems fucking someone. I've wondered how he does it, but that is something that I never thought I would see. ** "Joe, buddy, how are ya' doin' my man," greeted Nigel one Saturday afternoon as he walked into my apartment with some stash and a six-pack. "Doing well, Nigel. You're a happy man today." "Oh yeah, baby, I am a happy man today." "What's up?" "I'm going to Moscow next week." "Why Russia, man?" "No. No. No. The other Moscow. The one in Idaho." "Idaho? What's happening there?" "A 30 year college reunion." "I didn't know you went to school there." "I didn't. I worked as a janitor there ages ago." "It's nice that former janitors get invited to reunions there. It must be a nice town," I said with a wry smile. "Nice town my ass. It's a shit hole full of hicks and rednecks who hate brothers. One time, I was arrested and beaten by the cops for doing my fucking job because someone saw me carrying cleaning supplies and dialed nine-one-one to report a break-in." "Oh man. I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. Why go back then?" "That's not what I'm going back for, man." "Then?" "I'm going there because the finest white pussy I've ever had has asked me to be her date." I laughed. "Seriously? That's why you're going?" "Yes sir. I moved out of Idaho after that police beating, and lost touch with my 'ho there. Amazingly, she found me on Facebook the other day and one thing led to another and she wanted to relive those good days and asked me to come over. She's even flying me first class, and promises a great time," said Nigel as he sipped his beer and laughed in eager anticipation. "Love is in the air, uh?" "Love my ass. Just lust. The chick had jungle fever and big Nigel had the medicine she needed. She was a redneck eighteen year old freshman and I was just a nigger doing my job. She came to apologize to me after her boyfriend and his gang verbally abused me with racial slurs. The apology ended up with some hot shit sex. From then on, she and I hooked up regularly behind her asshole boyfriend's back." "That sounds incredibly naughty." "It is. She's a wild slut, and I can't wait to get my nigger cock into her once again." "She would have changed a lot over thirty or so years, right?" "She is like fine wine and has gotten better with age," laughed Nigel. "You're a lucky man then. Think she'll follow you here someday?" "I don't think so. She's a married woman and all that. Wealthy too. All she wants from me is that forbidden sex," laughed Nigel. "Man, you're one lucky dog." "Oh yes sir. That I am. It gets better. She has agree to let me to tape the whole thing. Maybe I'll let you see it," winked Nigel. We laughed. ** After his Idaho trip, I picked up Nigel from LAX. That man had a smile that was a million miles wide. "Good trip," I asked. "Good trip," he confirmed with an even bigger smile. "I'm happy for you my friend." "I'm happy for myself. What a trip. I've invited the bitch here and she's promised to make a trip very soon. Can't wait to hook up with her again." "I look forward to meeting your lady." "If you're getting any ideas my boy, then forget about it. Nigel s no pimp to share his hoes," laughed Nigel. ** I soon forgot about Nigel's little sex holiday. The mystery woman kept her word and visited Nigel in LA, but she kept their activities strictly to her hotel room and I never got to meet or see her. ** A few months later I was in Seattle visiting my parents for Thanksgiving. My dad, being as busy as he is, was only there for the dinner and flew over to the Far East the next day which meant mom and I had plenty of time to talk and catch up on our lives. In the middle of a conversation, my mom said, "Oh yeah, we had a thirty year reunion over the summer. My, my, how much people have changed." That statement made all sorts of fireworks go off in my mind. My mom had gone to school in Moscow, Idaho and her thirty year reunion was the one that Nigel had gone to! That meant Nigel's slut friend was my in my mother's cohort! While my mother continued talking about other random things, my mind kept thinking which of mom's classmates had fucked Nigel. The next day, I took mom's yearbook and top pictures of all the girls in the book with my iPhone. I then began imagining who it could be. Heidi? That slutty look in the book. It must surely be her. Kayla? Ellen? Lisa? Margaret? Damn! Everyone in that book looked like a slut. Heidi was the sexiest and for my purposes of masturbation, she was the one that got boned by Nigel. ** When I got back to LA, I was desperate to meet Nigel and find out who the slut in mom's graduating class was. "Joe! How was your trip home my friend," Nigel asked. "It was great. I had a lovely time with my family." "Good to hear." After an hour or so of random talk I had finally worked out how to broach the top of his Idaho sex holiday. "So, Nigel, you never told me if you did end up making a sex tape with your Idaho woman friend?" Nigel burst out laughing. "Of course I did. It is hotter than any damn porno one can buy." "Some hot shit then, uh?" "Any sex with Nigel in it is hot shit," laughed a slightly tipsy Nigel. "Any chance I could see it?" There was silence and then a slow nod. "Nope." "Oh come on. You said you would show it to me before you went there." "Yes, but I promised her not to share it. She's got too much to lose." "Nigel, I'm sure you can trust me." "Nope. Not with this one bud. Sorry." Well, that was that. I would have to just keep guessing who it was. Or did I? After a few more weeks of torture I decided I had to steal it from Nigel. There were only two places that 'tape' could be. One was in the camera, which had a hard disk drive and the other would be his computer. One day when Nigel had gone out shopping, I let myself into his apartment with the spare key he keeps in my house. I found his camera next to his bed and quickly plugged it into my computer to make a full disk copy. I pulled out his computer's hard disk, attached it to an external case and started making a copy of it too. After the copies ended, I placed his camera just like it was and put back the hard drive into his computer. I was in and out of his house in 15 minutes. Nigel would never suspect a thing. ** I waited for nightfall to start analyzing the copies of Nigel's camera and computer. The camera was near empty, with just a few random videos from Nigel's trip to the zoo. A quick search for video files followed by files matching the reunion dates returned empty results. I was about to delete everything in frustration, but was interrupted by a phone call and I left it at that. A few days later I was reading something that mentioned encrypted files and my mind instantly thought if Nigel had encrypted the videos because they were so sensitive. At first, I thought it couldn't be because he wasn't so sophisticated, but his lady friend could have taught him how to do it? I quickly reran searches for encrypted files, thanking my lucky stars for not having deleted the files. And yes! My luck was turning, as I found some encrypted files that began with the word 'moscow'. The same folder also had files the began with 'la', and it looked like I had ended up with the motherlode of what could potentially be some awesome amateur porno. The only problem now was to decrypt it. Now, I am smart and nerdy and all that, but the guys who wrote that encryption software are way way smarter than I can ever hope to be. I would never get what I wanted if I didn't do a bit of social hacking. I infected his computer with a keystroke logger which would capture all characters he would type. Now, all I had to do was to wait a few weeks or trick him into wanting to watch the videos. Over beers that weekend, I asked him some seemingly innocuous questions about his Idaho affair and whether this 'slut' of his was the only woman he fucked around with. Nigel was in a boasting mode, so he spoke a lot about some of his best encounters with this woman. He told me about how he was once almost caught by the woman's boyfriend and had to spend an hour in a closet while the boyfriend forced himself on her. He told me about how he fucked her in a parking lot at night, and in the great outdoors. I think I had worked him up that I was certain he would want to jack off to watching his videos. I was right. I soon had the passwords and I waited for the weekend to watch Nigel fucking the brains of some hot MILF from my mom's graduating class. ** The video started with a shot from inside a cheap motel room with the shades drawn and sunlight trying to creep in. There was a dark-haired woman digging inside her red hand bag that was placed on a chair next to a small circular table. "Hi baby, what are you digging for," said Nigel's voice from behind the camera. "I've got something for you," giggled the woman, who had a strangely similar voice and accent as my mother. "You know I don't wear condoms," laughed Nigel. "It is not condoms you silly willy," laughed the woman. Silly willy!? That's what mom called me when I was being silly. And just then the woman looked up into the camera. MOM! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Nigel was going to FUCK MY MOM! With mom looking into the camera, I paused the video instinctively. There was strange kind of sensation going through my body. My knees felt weak and I felt my throat was drying up. I could hear my heart beating hard and fast. Surprisingly, there was a surge of blood into my cock and it was very very hard given the circumstances. With shaking hands, I hit play again. Mom giggled and said, "I think I found it." "What is it?" "Look," mom said as she fished out a white-stoned choker that read 'S L U T' "Oooooh," sighed Nigel, "did you buy this just for me?" "It took me a long time to find it, but not quite as long as waiting for this day so that I can wear it," laughed mom. "What are you waiting for then, baby?" "Here goes," mom smiled as she proceeded to put the choker around her neck. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a fairly deep neckline. My mother is very skinny, so there wasn't much cleavage, but the shirt was thin enough to show her black bra. As she started to wear the choker, Nigel held out the camera as he attempted to get himself into the frame in order to kiss his lover. The two went mouth to mouth and exchanged a bunch of gentle but passionate kisses with mom smiling all the time as she fiddled with the hooks of her S.L.U.T choker. "Having trouble my dear?" "Yeah, it's my long nails." "Here, let me help you," said Nigel as he put the camera down and helped her with her choker off-screen. The video then abruptly changed scenes - presumably shut down and restarted after being placed on a more stable platform? "OOOOOHHHH MY GOD! OH MY FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," my mother was screaming as Nigel rammed her pussy. The two of them were on the bed in classical missionary position with Nigel thrusting his fat black cock hard and fast into my mom's pussy. "Jesus! Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, and woman you might burn this old nigger cock if you don't cool down," laughed Nigel. "I'm just getting started. It has been decades since I've been fucked." "Decades since you've had sex Emily," asked a perplexed Nigel. "Noooooo," mom moaned, "I've had sex. I've not been fucked! I think you know the difference. Anyway, stop talking and fuck me harder you silly man." "Ride me. Ride my cock," said Nigel trying to catch his breath. Mom didn't have to be told twice. She jumped on to him in a flash as Nigel lay down on his back. In that position, Nigel's cock reached more depths as mom screamed, "God damn it! No cock has been so deep in for so long. FUCK it feels good." Mom was riding Nigel hard and biting her lips and covering her mouth in an effort to stem her squeals and screams. "What are you doing," asked Nigel. "I don't want our neighbors to hear me." "Screw the neighbors," said Nigel as he pulled down mom's hand. "Now SQUEAL as loud as you can!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..." "That's it. SQUEAL! I love listening to a woman enjoying a good fuck," laughed Nigel. "Jesus, Nigel, I am going to wake up the whole town." "Do you care?" "NOOOOOOO!" "Then shut up and scream," Nigel laughed as he slapped my mom's boobs hard. Both of them laughed as mom increased her speed and fucked Nigel harder. "I'm gonna cum, darling," Nigel said. "Go ahead! Shoot in me!" "You sure?" "Yes, goddammit. SHOOT!" Nigel jerked and shook as he (presumably) shot cum inside my mother's hot pussy. Mom was quivering and shaking as well in what seemed like tandem orgasms. "Oh my fucking god, that was good," was all mom could muster as she collapsed on top of Nigel, who reached out and turned off the camera. The camera came back on abruptly once again. "Come over here and suck this thing Emily," Nigel said. It was now clearly dark outside and there was a dim lamp lighting the bed on which Nigel and mom had slept - and now woken up. Mom licked his balls and occasionally sucked his dick in expert pornstar fashion. "You've gotten better at this," laughed Nigel. "Shut up," mom giggled as she slapped Nigel's naked black ass and went back to cock sucking. "That's it, bend over," Nigel commanded. Mom was soon screaming in another orgasm. ** I woke up next morning and my head was spinning as if I had a terrible hangover. The tape from the previous night had been mind-blowing and a stunning revelation of my mother's secret sex life. I was supposed to meet Nigel for lunch and drinks that afternoon and I was not sure if I should go. How do I face the man who fucks my mother? I tried very hard all morning to not think about the video, but it was easier said than done. With my mind still full of scenes from the tough-to-swallow but hot video, I went to Nigel's. Nigel was happy as he always is. "How you doin' Joe?" "Doing good, Nigel. Doing good." After a few hours of useless banter and heavy drinking, Nigel started talking about his sexual exploits. Please god, not about his "slut" from Idaho, is what I was thinking. "By the way, Joe, you know my slut from Idaho?" "You've mentioned her before I said," half sulking. "She's coming over to LA next weekend. For a week!" "Another sex holiday?" "Is that what you white boys call it," Nigel laughed. "Perhaps." "No my boy, she's coming here for a fuck. A GOOD OLD FUCKFEST!" "You're bringing her home," I asked inquisitively. "She will not come. I've booked us a nice big house." "A big house? Why?" "I've signed her up for a good gangbang," laughed Nigel. I nearly spit out my beer. Nigel continued, "Oh yeah, she's asked for me and my friends." "That should be some hot shit." "Oh yeah, you're invited too," winked Nigel. "Me? ME?" "Oh yeah, come along and have some fun." Thinking quickly, I said, "I would love to, but I'm going to Seattle next weekend." "That's too bad man. You're going to miss out on some really good pussy." I know. She's my mother. Reunion I had not seen him in years and the last time had been so hostile, with me actually trying to mow him down in my car like a crazy woman, our relationship had been like that - insane, intense, we were either trying to kill each other or fuck each other senseless; there was never any snuggling on the couch with Baskin and Robbins in PJs. He was a world champion boxer and had a bona fide sadism that intermingled with my mean streak and temper. It was never meant to last - or to finish nicely. So when I saw him whilst waiting for my order of coffee in my usual cafe, and he approached me, friendly, I was amazed. He looked better than ever - a muscular six three, suave in a well-cut Hugo Boss suit, nice aftershave, his dark blonde hair close-cropped to his square-jawed skull. He was incredible to look at, he did a lot of sports modelling and I knew he wasn't wearing underwear under the suit pants. I tried to concentrate but small talk wasn't on the menu. His hypnotic blue-green gaze had me rooted to the floor - I couldn't move if I wanted to. He was forward as always, telling me I was still gorgeous and that I still had the best tits and mouth he had seen and experienced in that order. He was a shameless flirt, a terrible tease - worse than I am at my best moments - and I felt the familiar pull in my pussy, wanting him. I asked if he was still fighting and he said yeah, just less, he was travelling a bit and doing entrepreneurial stuff. He'd always been very good at the business side; he had another amazing sports-car and the usual bevy of beautiful women to fuck. He hadn't changed a bit. I played down how I had settled down somewhat and he said he lived in another city now but he was here, near my office, staying in a five-star hotel nearby, if I would like to spend some time with him. I knew what that meant. I also knew that I wanted it very badly. I left before getting my coffee and we walked into the city street, making inane talk as I recalled the unbelievably intense sex we used to have and the crazy public places we often did it - including once in a boxing ring in an empty stadium. I assessed how I looked, pleased that I was wearing a luxury navy lacy underwear set and a new blouse and pencil skirt which showed off my hourglass figure. Although years had passed and I was now in my mid-thirties, age had been kind to me. Back when we had dated, I had been an athlete so my five-foot five body was a bit softer and larger now, but I was about the same dress size and my bra size was bigger. My platinum blonde hair was now longer, curled around my face today and I knew he liked long hair - and a bare pussy; it was him who had got me into the habit of waxing all my hair off. I had just been to my beautician a few days ago so there was not a hair in sight... The hotel was not far away and he had booked the penthouse, typical of the way he lived, and we entered the amber marble lobby. He was rude to the concierge and I recalled what a prick he was, remembering our fights and how embarrassing he could be in public. I started having second thoughts as he took my arm and rather aggressively pulled me into the lift. "Alone at last," he said, smirking and pressed his mouth on mine, hard. I tried to push him away, he was hurting me, but he grabbed a handful of my hair and slammed me into the mirrored elevator wall. He was tall, muscular and very strong. He knocked people out for a living and enjoyed it. He could throw me around like nothing. Turned on and also angry, I struggled against his hands that were pinning me against the wall and his bright blue eyes danced with merriment as he watched me whilst still kissing hard. "This is on my terms, bitch," he said. We always did it rough and I had forgotten how selfish he could be. I started fighting him in earnest as he ripped my blouse down the front and pulled down my elasticised lacy chemise. His large hands roughly grabbed a breast, ripping it from my bra and I squealed, trying to knee him in the balls and getting him in the inside leg. He slapped me across the face, hard and I fell against the wall, dazzled, tasting blood down the back of my throat as my face went numb. My breast burned with pain - but my pussy flooded with moist pleasure - as he grabbed and mauled - breathing hard into my ear. "I'm going to fuck you harder than ever," he said, grabbing my crotch hard and squeezing. Aroused and furious at the same time, I managed to say, "Motherfucker. Asshole. Get away from me." He laughed and ran his hand along my lips - bringing it back to show me blood - and licked it, grinning. "You sick fuck!" I exclaimed, trying to push him away again and he laughed, his hand still grabbing my crotch through my skirt and squeezing hard. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open, revealing the penthouse and then he grabbed me by the hair, dragging me through a white marble lobby, a living space and then several meters to the huge ivory white silky king-size bed. I saw red droplets of my blood appearing on the white carpet below me as I was flung onto the bed and he rolled me onto my back, one hand ripping my pantyhose off as the other held me down by my naked breast. "You never used to wear anything like this," he breathed, tearing them off in shreds as I kicked at him, struggling. "You've become an uptight bitch. Where is my horny little cock slut? I am gonna have to fuck you stupid and that'll make you remember who you really are." "Fuck you," I snarled at him, swinging one of my sharp stilettos at his face but he grabbed my ankle, hard, making me scream as he bent it and took the shoe off. He managed the capture the other foot and flick off the other shoe, then he grabbed the bottom of my skirt, tearing it and pulling it down, until I was in my lace panties and torn blouse, struggling under this huge dominant man. He paused to pull off my blouse and then, getting greedy, used both hands to grab my chemise at the same time and it was then I was able to punch him in the nose as hard as I could. When we dated, I had boxed myself, also doing some card girl work, and judging by the surprise on his face, he had forgotten this and perhaps even assumed I would not try and fight him. His nose crumpled and a jet of crimson spurted from it, raining down onto the bed, over my bare leg. I laughed cruelly, enjoying the moment. "You like that...bitch?" I started to get up as he sat between my legs for a moment, stunned and outraged, but I wasn't ready for his hands grabbing my shoulders and flinging me back onto the bed. I hit the mattress hard and stared up at him, dazed. "You're gonna pay for that, you fucking whore!" he snarled, towering over me, with blood on his face like a muzzle. "You arrogant fucking bitch. That has always been your problem, your fucking ego! I'm going to humble you, bitch!" I was uncontrollably aroused now, watching him with delicious anticipation, and I smirked and said, "Really? Better than you have tried." This pushed his buttons as I knew it would; he had a violent jealous temper and even the suggestion that other men (or women; I am bi) existed drove him into a rage. He took his huge cock, still the biggest I have seen, out of his suit pants and lunged onto me, driving his bloody mouth onto mine, kissing hard as he violently tore my panties off me. I screamed around his mouth as the departing elastic bit into my sensitive skin and I felt two of his fingers brutally plunge into my pussy, finger-fucking roughly. I was wet but it hurt and felt good at the same time, this confused state freezing my body into a dazed state. I opened my legs as wide as I could for him, physically begging for more. He obliged and inserted a third, fourth finger and I moaned loudly. "I used to get a fist in here," he whispered, grinning. "But not today, I want my cock to split you open." He withdrew his fingers, licking my juices off them and then, his huge erection bouncing out of his pants, he shuffled on his knees up to my face. He straddled it, grabbing me by the hair and pinning me as he shoved his mammoth cock into my mouth. My lips stretched uncomfortably around its girth as I sucked and licked, feeling his monstrous purple head hit my tonsils, then mid throat, choking and then I got used to it, getting into the rhythm and intuiting his movements. It was like the old days, when he used to say I was the best at sucking cock and I knew how to ingratiate myself to him, maybe he would even get over me breaking his nose. My pussy was flooding with hot wet arousal, pounding with tension and the smell of his cock, his balls, the taste of him, was amazing. His grip on my hair was painful but it was just like how we always did it - and I recalled how he once viciously fucked me on the bonnet of his car at a party, with a handful of my blonde hair and a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, whilst in sight of his friends. He was dark, terrible and unpredictable - and this is what attracted me to him. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and went back down the bed, grabbing my small ankles and rolling me up hard, so my knees touched my shoulders. He knew this was my favourite and his entry was brutal. I screamed and he thrust in, putting his weight behind his cock, relentlessly pushing his length in. The pain and pleasure overcame me as he started to pound in, his flesh smashing against my ass and I made crazed animal noises as my self-concept dissolved and I just became my body. I couldn't help it, it hurt but god, it felt so amazing too and the orgasm was a sucker punch, it came from nowhere and took my breath away. I grabbed his muscular forearms, nails ripping into skin and he grinned down at me, knowing what he was doing to me and enjoying it immensely. He lost control and came, shouting as he fell onto me, drilling his cum deeper, and staring into my eyes. "Wow," I said, breathless. "Yeah," he said, trying to play it cool as he leaned his face against my breasts. In the sudden silence, I heard my smartphone email notification, returning me to my current reality. I glanced at the scattered torn remains of my clothing on the bed. I had meetings that afternoon with colleagues - and also, someone I especially wanted to impress. I chuckled, stroking his close-cropped hair and running my other hand down his wide muscular back. "I think I have some work stuff to cancel..." Reunion Affair Here I was driving to my twentieth high school reunion. I asked my wife to come along but she didn't want to. She told me that I would spend all my time with my old classmates and not pay attention to her. It was just as well. We hadn't been getting along these past few months. I made it to my hometown and I had just checked in to the hotel when I heard a female voice. "Is that you Jeff?" I turned around to see it was Lisa. No, she wasn't my girlfriend during high school but I had always wanted to ask her out. The problem was, she was always seeing someone else. It was one of my big regrets. Lisa walked over and gave me a big hug and she surprised me with a kiss. We talked for a few minutes when Lisa said she was going up to her room. Would I like to come visit after I dropped my bags off in my room? I told her I would stop by in a few minutes and she gave me her room number. I got settled in and I found Lisa's room. I knocked and Lisa let me in. She had changed into a shirt and shorts. It looked like Lisa had filled out some since our school days. Lisa was fairly tall but she was so thin. She really didn't have much in the way of tits. Just small dimples on her chest. It didn't matter to me. She went over to the bed and sat down. I sat down next to her and we got caught up about what we had been doing these past twenty years. Lisa was married but she said the marriage wasn't going so well. Her husband was like my wife, he didn't want to be dragged around at Lisa's class reunion so he stayed home. I told Lisa the same story, my wife wasn't interested in coming along.The next part sort of shocked me. "Why didn't you ever ask me out when we were in high school?" Lisa asked. I told her she always was seeing someone. I didn't want to intrude. "I would rather have gone out with you," she told me. That was news to me. I never knew she was interested in me. Lisa was sitting very close to me on the bed. She reached over and put her hand on my thigh. There was a moment of silence. Was Lisa coming on to me? It seemed so. I didn't know if I should make a move but I leaned in and we kissed. We just seemed to lose our self control. We were fumbling with each others clothing. It didn't take long before we were both naked. I had Lisa lie back and I spread her legs apart. I lowered my face and I started to lick up and down her slit. I missed this part in my marriage. Lisa put her hands on the back of my head and urged me to use my tongue on her pussy. Damn, she tasted so sweet. I slid my tongue in between her folds. That really set Lisa off. She moaned and her body was shaking as I ate her out. I proceeded to get Lisa all wet down below. She finally took her hands away and told me to stop. She wanted me to climb up above her face. My seven inch dick was getting quite hard by this time. Lisa took hold of my shaft and brought it to her mouth. I pushed in and Lisa began to take me down her throat. My wife didn't like sucking cock. Lisa, on the other hand, was inhaling all of me. I started to pump my dick into her mouth when there was a knock on the door. "Lisa, it's me, Mary Landers." You probably knew a Mary Landers when you went to high school. She was one of the snooty cheerleaders that never associated with anyone. I pulled my dick out of Lisa's mouth and I brought a finger up to my lips tell her to be quiet. Mary knocked a few more times and then she finally left. "Mary was sending me e-mails," Lisa said. "She wanted to hook up with me this weekend." Lisa said she would try and avoid Mary as much as she could. We finally went back to out lovemaking. I moved down between Lisa's thighs. I took hold of my cock and pressed it to her opening. I slowly pushed inside of Lisa. I love a tight pussy and Lisa's muscles had me in a hard grip. I went slow at first. It had been months since I last had sex. I wanted to make this last. I started stroking Lisa. It was plain that she needed cock. Lisa wrapped her legs around my back and we got into it. I did speed up as I fucked Lisa. I drove my hard prick in all the way and then held it in place. "Don't tease me Jeff, I need it hard!" Lisa pleaded with me. I began to ram Lisa with my fat cock. No more teasing. My balls were rapping against Lisa's ass as I took her for myself. I must pumped my dick into Lisa for close to an hour. She was so needy for my cock. I love the feel of skin rubbing against the insides of a woman's pussy. I circled my dick around inside. Lisa was becoming so wet. I could tell that her juices were oozing out. "I need you to cum in me Jeff," Lisa said. I kept it up for a few more minutes. I had my dick buried the whole way inside Lisa when I finally erupted. My hot seed came splashing out from the tip of my cock. I gave Lisa multiple loads of my sticky seed. That must have sent Lisa over the edge. Her pussy muscles went into a spasm as she squeezed my dick to get all my cum from me. I finally felt like I was empty but I kept stroking Lisa. Her body shook beneath me as we finally finished up our lovemaking. When I did pull out a pool of my white froth came spilling out. I looked down to see it running from Lisa's pussy. We ended up kissing afterwards. "We should have done that a long time ago," Lisa told me. She was right. We had wasted twenty years but I guess we made up for it that day. Lisa got herself cleaned up some and came back to bed. We weren't done yet. Lisa took my cum stained dick and she took me again in her mouth. I was surprised how easily I got hard again. Once I was erect, Lisa climbed on top of me. She guided my dick to her pussy and she sunk down on me. Lisa told me to pinch her nipples. I reached up and tweaked her small nubbins in my fingers. My cock felt raw from the first fucking but I didn't care. I brought my hips up and I filled Lisa with my dick. The second time around might have been even better. Lisa was still filled with my cum and she slid up and down my dick with ease. She might have have small tits but she loved when I pinched her nipples and rubbed her small breasts. I was able to go longer this time around. Lisa needed cock and as long as I could keep it up I was going to satisfy her desires. This second time around was for Lisa. I could feel her pussy spasms as I pumped my cock deep into her belly. I knew I was basically empty but I did manage to squirt a small amount of cum into her belly. Lisa did let out a scream when she had her orgasm. I kept filling her belly with cock until she collapsed onto my chest. For a few minutes we just tried to get ourselves under control. "I almost don't care to see our classmates," Lisa said. I knew we would have to make an appearance. I got myself cleaned up and I left Lisa and went to my room. My mind was focused on what had just happened. The time did come for our reunion dinner. Lisa and I sat at the same table. Unfortunately, Mary Landers was sitting with us as well. Mary wanted to monopolize her time with Lisa. I could see Lisa want to get far away from Mary but she didn't want to make a scene. The dinner finally ended and there was some chatting and drinking afterwards. I told Lisa I would make a disappearance to my room. She would leave by herself as to not let anyone know we were going to hookup. It took nearly a half hour until Lisa knocked on my door. "I couldn't get away from that woman!" I knew who she was talking about. At least we were in my room now. Mary couldn't track us down. We wasted no time getting naked once more. My cock felt sore but I had to have Lisa as many times as possible before the weekend ended. We fucked twice more that evening. Lisa got onto all fours and I took her from behind. Thankfully each time I was able to last fairly long. I didn't have much left in the tank but as long as Lisa had an orgasm, I was satisfied. I took her one final time that night in the missionary position. I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs to her chest. I drove my dick in the whole way on each stroke. Lisa would tell me how big my cock felt inside her. I did shoot a small load that second time and then we ended up sleeping together until the following morning. When we awoke we went into the bathroom. As the shower's hot water hit our bodies, I lifted Lisa up and I fit my cock into her opening. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I fucked Lisa one final time. I made sure it was a good one. I would drop Lisa onto my erect dick as I pushed up into her tummy. I am sure she had some small orgasms that morning in the shower. I came one last time and gave Lisa what little bit of cum I still had in me. We finished showering and it was time for Lisa to go back to her room to prepare to leave. "Will I see you again?" Lisa asked me. I said I wanted to see her again if that was possible. Lisa actually wanted more than that. She asked if I would consider being with her. I asked her if she meant permanently. She said her marriage was a sham and she would rather be with someone she loved. I wasn't expecting that. I said that we should get together again sometime soon and see if it was anything more than sex between us. We exchanged phone numbers and Lisa kissed me goodbye. I am now on the road heading back home. I know I can't go on being in a bad relationship with my wife. I am going to have to make a decision soon. Hopefully there is more to Lisa and myself than sex. If so, we will be taking the steps needed to be together permanently. Reunion After 2 Months... Amy was nervous, really nervous. She paced across the Terminal in the Airport again and again. Checking the Departure list as she walked past. She decided that she had time to check her make up and outfit one last time as people were starting to get ready to board the plane. She was putting on her lipstick, and was thinking about him again. Amy unaware of what she was doing ran her hand down her chest. ''Hmmm'', she moaned aloud, starting to get wet and incredibly turned on. Looking at her watch she decided she would have to wait, after all it would be more fun to play at the hotel with him. Checking herself out in the mirror before she left, she smoothed the creases in her skirt and picked up her bag. Amy at the mere age of 22, looked gorgeous.Long brunette hair that she had left down with a blunt fringe,5'2,slightly tanned skin, full 34DD breasts and a slender frame. She walked quickly to the gate as her flight was announced for the last time. Cursing at herself for wearing her new black velvet 5 inch heeled knee-high boots. Smiling to herself she knew he would be surprised at the outfit. She was wearing her new black t-shirt and red and black tartan mini-skirt, and underneath was an even sweeter surprise...Black silk panties and bra with black lace up stockings which were attached to their silk suspender. Sitting down she looked around,the plane wasnt that full... she had the row to herself. Pulling out her magazine she let her mind wander into thoughts of him. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she jumped as the flight attendant asked her would she like a snack or drink. Forty-five minutes had passed and there was only another hour to go till landing.Buying a coke and chicken sandwich she settled down in her seat.Taking off her boots she tucked her feet under her. ......The plane had entered some turbulence and Amy awoke with a shock. She looked at her watch, twenty minutes till she saw Jack. He was going to pick her up at the airport, and take her back to the room he was staying in. She decided to use the bathroom now before landing rather than get caught with having to wait to go through security. She pulled on her boots and walked to the back of the plane. When inside she reapplied her make up and fixed her hair. She went to the bathroom and then washed up and smoothed down her skirt. Checking her appearance a final time, she smiled and walked back to her seat. Just in time too, as the seatbelt signs lit up and she got her stuff together in her bag. ...As she walked into the arrival area with her luggage, she looked around and couldnt see Jack anywhere. She walked to some seats and turned on her cell phone. She was halfway into dialling his number, when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a kiss on her neck. ''Hi beautiful'' he whispered. Amy's skin reacted to his touch and she turned and smiled up at him. Jack was 5ft7, athletic build with blonde streaks.He bent down and kissed her lips and the took her hand in his and lifted her luggage in the other and starting walking to the car. He had no sooner put the bags in the car and the doors shut when he turned to her and ran his hand up her thigh. He whispered '' you know what that skirt does to me...'' and started to kiss her more passionately. As they pressed into each other the urgency between them and their needs grew. She felt him hard pressing against her stomach through his jeans. He stopped and said ''lets get to the hotel and continue this there..'' Amy moaned and said quietly '' hurry''. .................................. ... They reached the room and Amy sat on the bed, she saw him checking her out and decided to tease him. She slowly opened her legs and leaned back on the bed. His eyes darted up her leg to her silk panties. His cock was bulging in his jeans. Amy said '' maybe you should let it out..'' Jack pulled off his jeans and knelt in between her legs. Reaching up to her face, he kissed her and then started undressing her. Sliding her boots off, the her skirt, and then her t-shirt. He unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. He slowly licked and sucked on each nipple before trailing kisses all the way down her stomach.He reached her silk panties and started to rub her gently through them.. Hearing her moaning and gasping, he pulled them down slowly, savouring the view. Spreading her legs wide, he started to kiss and lick her pussy lightly.Then he started to slowly suck on her clit. Amy gasped and cried out in pleasure. Jack started to finger her pussy slowly while licking and sucking her clit, getting her wetter and wetter. His fingers found her g-spot with ease,and he started to rub it gently while licking and teasing her clit faster and harder. Hearing Amy screaming in ecstasy, he added a second finger. He knew she was close to cumming, so he slowed down and let it build up again.. Faster and faster his tongue darted over her clit, while his fingers were fucking her and rubbing her clit harder and faster. Amy let out a scream and suddenly squirted. He started to lick up the juices and when he had finished he then pushed her further up the bed. Jack spread her legs and pushed them back, he pushed into her tight wet pussy and started to fuck her slowly, teasingly.He thrusted in her harder and faster while calling out her name, Amy arched her back and begged him to fuck her harder. Jack speeded up and knew they were both close to cumming. He kissed her and moaned ''im gonna cum''... Amy yelled out ''uh huh'' and Jack plunged deep in her tight pussy, feeling it close around his cock and he came. Amy felt him cum deep in her and it pushed her over the edge, her tight pussy squirting and pushing him out of her. She gushed all over him and the bed. She half opened her eyes and he lay down beside her. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, then pulled the blankets up over them and they fell asleep. Reunion Afterglow I've waited so long to be with you again, and when your call came, the message on my answering machine with flight numbers and arrival time, I have to admit, I was at first, more confused than excited. I fret, and pace, and forget to eat. I remember the circumstances of our goodbye: Lamenting the loss of someone with such similar physical needs and desires because our lifestyles wouldn't and couldn't mesh, at least not at that time. What could it mean your return? A life change? Or merely another try at eliciting one in me? I watch the clock, the minute hand scraping slowly past number after number, that time drawing closer until it suddenly is upon me and I am standing at the gate, hoping my puzzlement does not show. It doesn't truly matter. You are here. I greet you, grabbing you exuberantly, then letting my arms slip around your back, just holding you, and sighing gently. Something seems to click, to snap into place, but silently, and with a sense of relief. I can't explain the way you make me feel, I can't explain this moment, but does it truly need explanation? I feel your arms around me, your hands stroking, smell your warm, comforting scent, hear your breathing, your heartbeat. You tuck your chin to murmur quietly in my ear, your soft, exciting moan of pleasure reverberates through me, leaving me with a needy throbbing. Familiar, yet wildly exciting arousal simmers constantly, threatening to boil over if we can't be somewhere private, soon. I whisper to you, "I need you....soon..." My lips press to yours again, I feel the trembling that is almost imperceptible, something that originates from my center, where your presence ignites a flame. We manage to part long enough to get to the car and drive back north a ways to a place along the beach in Oceanside; far enough away from the distraction of downtown, with a view of the ocean out the one large window. Glad that check-in went quickly, we enter the room and stand, just inside the door, kissing, hugging, hands wandering, bodies pressing close. I feel that all pervasive heat that you always bring to me, I know you must notice it, too. I pull you back towards the bed, smiling at you. "Mark...." You lean down to kiss me, your hands silencing me perhaps more easily than your mouth. I gasp for breath, feeling my heart race in response to your touch, the knowing of what is to come. That knowing has existed within me ever since the first time...kept me wanting, needing more of you. Your mouth on my neck, the heat of your breath against my skin, which seems now to be so much more sensitive, so much more receptive. Even the atmosphere around me brings a tingle of sensation. Hearing you, feeling you, seeing you, it all builds to create a frenzy of desire. My fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt, you remove your pants, then work at mine. I open my shirt, letting it fall away from my breasts as your head bends to kiss, to suck at each nipple, my back arching to meet you, your hand now sliding between my legs, stroking, pressing at the dampened material of my panties, my hard gasp giving away the perfection of your touch. Almost reluctantly, but with an inspiration, I turn beneath you, and push to the edge of the bed, you stepping back, tugging the panties down, your hands squeezing, stroking my ass, then sliding forward between my outer labia, causing me to pull away with the suddenness, the intensity of my need there. I quickly push back, though, and moan, whispering my desires. "Yesss...baby....I need you...need you to fuck me....my cunt, my ass...please...Mark...I need you" I feel you then, pushing forward, your cock stroking through the wet folds of my pussy, dragging over my clit, then back, hesitating at the opening, rubbing over it, pushing just inside, teasing, thrusting in a few strokes, then slowing, you must feel how close I am, I struggle to regain control but then I feel your fingertips, probing, circling the tight, throbbing opening just above where your cock is buried in my hot, wet cunt. Shuddering, I clutch at the bedding, bending forward and down more, lifting my ass to your fingers, and in that same moment, I feel the rise of arousal that sends me hurtling over, swept away within it, crying out with passion as your finger pushes in and curves within me, the heat of your cock, the fullness where it holds me open. Every heated wave of pleasure seems to burn through me in slowing ripples, long, slow swells which at their peak obliterate all sound, all vision, and all but the most intense sensation. I feel then the removal of your finger, the replacement of your cock at the tight opening, and I draw in a breath, waiting, my upper teeth tugging at my lower lip. I push back, your push forward, stretching the ring of muscles around the thick girth of your fucktool. I draw in yet another breath, the first still unreleased, the surprise of the circumference of you, the slow, delicious burn of stretching and friction as you push in, then know at exactly what moment to thrust into me, forcing me past that point at which I hesitated, and struggled to maintain, wanting to savor, but also, even more so, wanting to experience the dizzy plunge through ecstasy that awaits. My head now resting on the bed, turned to one side, then buried in the comforter, to muffle my cries, hands gripping tightfisted bunches of fabric as you push your cock deep inside me, then tug back, and thrust in again, each thrust renewing the sharp sensation of fulfillment, friction, pressure, and heat at once. I hear your grunts grow more urgent, sharper, the exhalations of your imminent arousal clipped by the need for more oxygen. You pull my hips back, pushing yours into me at the same time with an upward thrust, grinding into me at the finish, then giving a series of sharp jabs. I feel the expansion, the pulsing explosion of your cum, the way your hands tighten their grip, the way you groan as you empty your balls into me, filling me with your heat. I feel you tremble as you arch your back, holding your cock deep in me as you finish, it seems as though my own orgasm fades in rhythm with yours, leaving us both gasping for breath, trying to regain control of frantically pounding pulses, soaking in a glowing warmth. Slowly, I let myself fall onto the bed, and you follow, we find a position close, lying side by side, unmoving, no conversation except the warm, contented sighs and moans of those aftershocks that seem to linger after you make love to me. Especially when you whisper to me, or make that sound you know I love so much. Eyes closed, feeling so perfect just now, so perfectly satisfied, content just to lie beside you. I think to myself of all the things I want to do with and to you...knowing you will stay at least long enough to fulfill most of them, my fingers lazily stroke your skin where my hand rests on your chest. I turn my head so that I can kiss your neck, and snuggle close to you. "Thank you, lover...." "For what?" "For what!" I laugh softly, fondly amused, and very happily sated. ---------------- So sweet to fall asleep with you, now...after making love, knowing that just being near will provide a glow of its own, adding yet another layer to the already existing ones. It has always been about this; the multiple facets of joy you bring to me. Hard to know how much time passes, for there is no real reason to measure this. Instead, I become more aware of you beside me, I hear your even measured breaths, feel your sleepy movements and press close to you. Opening my eyes, I see you, and draw a deep, scented breath, savoring you in so many ways. I let my fingers wander, featherlight, to your thighs to stroke softly your cock, smiling at the way the foreskin covers the tip, remembering how it retracts even as your cock lengthens. I purr in pleasure at what I see there, the silkiness my fingers encounter, the heat a mere hint of what is possible. Turning, I draw my face closer, to nuzzle you there, to let my lips caress this source of pleasure. My warm sighs brush the surface of your flesh, my fingers gently direct your hardening shaft, bringing the head to my mouth, my lips pushing at the retreating foreskin, tongue circling the tip, curling around the flared crown's edge. Your hand at my hair alerts me to your wakefulness. I know that you don't mind, though, and I let my gaze meet yours, turning my head, but not relinquishing the grip of my lips around your cockhead, my smile evident even so. "MMmmmmm" vibrates your shaft as I taste you, inhale your scent, satisfying my craving for sensory input in the form of you. Gentle suction at first draws you in, then stronger, drawing the blood into you, pulling the silvery clear precum from your cock, sighing gasps of pleasure at the taste. I grasp you, my fingers sliding down the length of your shaft to the base, holding you firm, fingers caressing your balls, feeling the way they tighten, knowing what they will yield. My breath comes more quickly, you hear and feel it. I move my free hand between my own thighs, to press there, craving that pressure, remembering your hand there, the reflected heat...your touch so perfectly gentle, yet with an exacting force. More of your salty, slick precum spreads across my tongue, I suckle eagerly at the taste, my tonguetip seeking, pushing into the slit at the end of your cock, stroking up and down it, flicking across it. Fingertips trace patterns on your balls, squeezing, stroking gently but firmly. I hesitate long enough to coat my middle finger with saliva, leaving your cock reluctantly, then returning to slide my lips around its thick, spreading head, down the shaft, tight pressure, then softening, my tongue curled under it, cradling the thick vein at the underside. Trailing my slickened fingertip down behind your balls, I hear the hissing intake of your breath, note the tightening muscles. I slide my finger then along your crease, over the tight opening of your sphincter, teasing it a while, circling, stroking, feeling it relax just enough to press my fingertip in. Curving it forward, I push in farther, stroking my finger inside you. Your cock hardens and lifts in response, the flow of precum seems constant, now, I taste it as I suck at you, pulling the desired fluid greedily from your cock. My moans increase in need, my breathing insistent as my hand circles, pressing over my clit, fingers delving into the sodden opening, my own juices flowing in desire of your hardness, which now my mouth enjoys. Fucking you with my finger, sucking at your cock, these thoughts seem to spiral dizzyingly through my mind; lust-driven waves of orgasm imminent, I speed the strokes of my mouth on your cock, feel the muscles of your hips tauten, rise, meeting me, fucking my mouth. The first spurt takes me almost by surprise though I feel it before it splashes my mouth. I gasp, then pull back, enough to let the subsequent bursts spray over my parted lips, dribbling down my chin, I reach my tongue for all I can catch, then wrap my lips around your cock again to drink your hot cum. "Mmmmm" again, all I can say, my mouth more occupied with drinking, lapping up your sweet, salty juice. Smiling up at you, I slip my finger from your ass, then curl up next to you with contented sighs...closing my eyes for another stretch of warm, relaxed sleep. Feeling your arm around me, I relax easily and rest, knowing when I wake you'll be there. "Sleep sweet, my love" I manage to whisper sleepily. Reunion & Union A story written in a kind of "she thought and did/he thought and did" fashion... alternating paragraphs. It starts slow but builds... hope you like it. The story... ***** He's my best friend and has been since we were kids. He used to fix my bike and I'd help him deliver papers in the mornings. We went all the way through school and are still best friends ten years later. We've never gone out and we've neither been married and we've each had a lot of friends and a few lovers and we're still friends. My best friend has always been there for me and is my best buddy. She's cute and really a great girl but we're just friends. I did think about asking her out once, but if things didn't work out I didn't want to lose my friend. Besides we talk a lot about everything. Nothing is ever off limits and we've had some pretty intimate conversations about our lives. I know almost everything about her and she knows most about me. I'll never figure it out how I can have such a good male friend and yet never find a guy that I want to marry. I've been with a few guys that turned me on, but after awhile they've also turned me off. He's always been different because I can even tell him how turned on I get and how a guy satisfied me or how the guy didn't. No matter what he'll listen and offer me help and advice. I'll love him to death as a friend. I even wanted him to ask me out once, but I'm glad he never did because he's still my friend. Several months ago I got an invitation to our tenth reunion from school and I thought it would be fun to go and see how the guys and gals I knew in school had changed. I also wanted to see some of the gals that I'd always thought were hot but that always seemed to be taken by someone when I was free. I already knew what had happened to some old girlfriends and my best friend has kept me appraised on a few others. I wanted to know about them but not one of them appealed to me then because I was going with this knockout chick I'd met six months ago. I hadn't been with a guy for over six months, in fact it was about the same time my friend met his latest. I've been chaste since then and I've been really, really horny. I need a guy that likes me and wants me and that I can talk to and we can make love all day and night if we like. I feel so horny that I'd probably sleep with the manager in my apartments if he asked, and he's over sixty. My new girl was very nice and we hit it off really well. Even our appetites for sex seemed to match. For the first five months we couldn't get enough of each other, but like usual it started to cool about six weeks ago. I'd already paid for the reunion and even though she was three years younger than I was I wanted to show her off. It started to cool just as I'd always been afraid it would and I started to worry. I took off work at noon on a Tuesday and drove home. I found her fucking the guy from downstairs in my bed. I'd received information on the reunion, too, but had no one to go with so I tossed it. I was really surprised when my friend called last week and asked if I wanted to go. I asked about his girl friend and he'd explained it all. I'd been so busy with work that it had been over a month since we'd talked and now I really felt bad about neglecting him. I found that he'd been through this on his own for over a month. I wasn't sure that I should but when he told me that he had tickets and there was no way to get his money back from the hotel and reunion committee I agreed. In other ways my new gal was so great that I've thought a lot about taking her back, and she called to apologize a dozen times, but if you can't trust someone what do you do? I'd refused to see her again and she'd stopped calling although I saw her car out front several times and thought I heard her voice one night as I walked upstairs to my empty apartment. I just assumed that she was still with him. I had bought a new pickup. I'd always wanted one and the guys all had them and thought they were cool. Is a gal sexy in a pickup? I wanted to see. So two months ago I went down and got a new one. It's a deep red with big wheels, a king-cab, automatic four wheel drive and a black cover over the back and I love it. When I agreed to go I insisted that we go in my truck and that I drive. He wasn't sure about me driving, but because so many class members had moved away the committee had moved the reunion to a larger town about eighty miles away so he agreed. I hadn't even been certain that his old clunker would make it that far without breaking down. Last week when I called my buddy she was amazed that I'd broken up again and I'd poured my heart out to her. She was a good listener. Suddenly I remembered the reunion tickets and on the spur of the moment I'd brought it up and found myself asking if she would go with me. She was reluctant but finally gave in. We're going in her new truck instead of my car. I'd been thinking about renting a car for the trip but really wasn't sure how much money I'd have left if I did. The reunion was a two day thing. I could have just planned on the dance that evening but I wanted to make an impression on my 'then' girlfriend so I bought the hotel room too. I bought a formal for the dance because I wanted to show off and tease the guys in school that had never paid me any attention. I deliberately picked one with a short above the knee ballerina type skirt and a really deep neckline. I've been working out for three months at a fitness center and have trimmed down a lot. I like the way guys look at me now and in this dress I was going to make them look. We were leaving Friday at noon and so Thursday night I took out the back seats and cleared room for our baggage so that we didn't have to leave anything in the open bed of the truck. I put the cushion from my patio Chaise on the floor to cover the seat rails and to keep our stuff from getting dirty. I put on a pair of Levi's and a polo shirt with my penny loafers and was ready to go when she arrived at noon. Actually, I'd packed most of the stuff I wanted the night before including a really nice rented tuxedo. On my way home I called ahead and ordered some flowers and a corsage to be picked up Saturday afternoon for my friend . I was ready when she got there. I stopped and got something to take with us for lunch so that we didn't have to stop on the way. It might be a good time to have a Chinese food picnic about half way and renew our friendship. Half of the space behind my seat was already crammed with my stuff. Where did all that stuff come from, it looked like I was packed for an ocean cruise? It was only two days he'd said and I wondered because all the reunions I'd ever heard of were one evening affairs. I arrived at fifteen minutes after twelve and helped him load. I was in Capris, my favorite tee-shirt and I was wearing my jogging shoes because they're comfortable and I knew it would be almost a two hour drive. I could smell the food as soon as she unlocked the door. I should have thought of it but didn't and felt a little embarrassed. I got in and fastened the seatbelt and when she got in we took off. I told her how good she looked and I meant it. She really has a way of fitting in pants and a tee-shirt. I told her that I admired her new body and told her that I didn't remember her boobs so perky. We both laughed. Perky boobs! He'd actually said perky boobs and I laughed. He was looking pretty good too although maybe a little wan from his latest experience. I drove and we just talked about old times and what we'd been doing. I was embarrassed to admit that I didn't have a current boyfriend and yet he just told me how the guys were missing out on a good thing. I told you he's my best friend. We'd been on the road for an hour when she asked if I was hungry and I said yes. She said that because the food was Chinese she didn't want to try eating while she drove. So she looked for and finally found a small dirt road that led off between a tightly packed bunch of small trees about fifteen feet high. She drove off for a ways then turned, came back and parked behind the trees and a billboard sign. It was an easy lunch and fun. We talked about everything including my workouts and how guys seemed to appreciate my body more now. He was a dear and told me that he could understand why. He even spent some time staring at me and I caught him lingering on my ass and boobs more than once. It was reassurance that I had a friend's approval and I relished it. I even tried to tease him a couple of times just for fun and he always warned me that if I kept it up that he might have to start considering me more than just his friend. I loved him to pieces when he did. We were late getting back on the road. It had been a fun two hours of reminiscing and talking. She'd even teased me a little and I really needed it. One time I had more than a little trouble from that teasing. Fortunately my cock was trapped between my legs and my briefs held it down, but I was hard and afraid that my friend would think the wrong thing about me. I don't think she noticed. The lunch was good and I was really feeling better when we hit the road. I even volunteered to drive but she said that it was less than an hour now and for me to take a nap. I wasn't sure, but I thought I'd noticed a little stiffening in his crotch before we left. I'd complained about how tight my bra was getting after eating and threatened to remove it. He'd smiled and said for me to go ahead, but I didn't because he's my friend. Later he even reached around me and tried to help gather the boxes after lunch and when I moved I accidentally brushed my tit against his arm. It really was an accident, but I was kind of pleased with what may have been the reaction. I tried to nap, but she kept popping into my head and I remembered how soft she'd felt and even though she was teasing, her remark about taking off her bra was a turn-on. She was always pretty and a large gal with an exciting body but I still wanted and needed her friendship. I even wondered what it would be like to actually enjoy one another and to be able to have unlimited sex. With the picnic and the drive it was almost five o'clock when we arrived. It was a nice hotel or motel if you prefer, and only then did I learn that we had only a single room. The hotel was booked solid and the surrounding hotels were also booked. I was destined to spend the two days in the same room with him. When he realized our situation he asked if another bed could be brought up to the room and whispered that I could take the large bed in the room. We sat in the room waiting for the bed before going to dinner. I had carried most of my stuff to the room, and somehow he'd managed to bring his own and the remainder of mine. After the bed arrived and was set up I took a shower and came back in a simple knee length dress. I felt that it was safely conservative but unbuttoned the first three buttons. I did wear a bra and I wore bikini briefs. When I was finished in the bathroom he went in. A few minutes later he came back out with a towel around his mid-section. His pants had been on the floor next to the shower and were soaked from the leaking curtain, so he needed a fresh pair. He looked good in that towel and I felt myself getting wet. I felt like an ass. The shower curtain had been sucked in against me all the time I was showering and no matter how hard I pushed it the cling remained. When I finally gave up and turned off the water I noticed that the spray had hit the curtain, bounced and drowned my pants. I felt like hollering for her to get me a fresh pair, but I wasn't sure where I'd put them so I wrapped the towel. Everything seemed okay until I found the pants and started back to the bathroom when I noticed her staring at me. My cock was noticeably elevating the front of that towel. I ran for the bathroom and was long before coming timidly back out. I was right earlier I was sure because he now did have a hard-on and it happened when he looked at me sitting on the bed. The skirt of the dress had ridden up higher than I knew and it had apparently had an affect on him. I smiled as he ran for the bathroom and I'll have to admit that my mind wasn't on friendship at that moment. I had to push my skirt down and I paused with hands in my lap and rubbed trying to relieve some tension. My panties were wet and I'd have to change them. When I came back out she was standing and just smoothing her skirt and a pair of panties were rolled up on the bed. She turned at my stare and hurriedly picked them up and wadded them in her palm. I caught her scent in the quiet air and it was one of arousal. The part of her panties that didn't fit completely in her hand appeared wet. I smiled to myself as I found my shirt and finished dressing. How had I done that I wondered desperately. He'd almost caught me with my skirt up and I'd forgotten about the wet panties when I heard the door open. I quickly grabbed them up and tried to high them in my palm. Even I could smell how wet I was, could he tell? I threw the panties in a bag and then watched him from behind as he finished dressing. He opened his pants and I caught a glimpse of his ass as he tried to hold them up and tuck the shirt at the same time. He was wearing low cut cotton briefs I noticed. Dinner went well and we enjoyed a nice evening I thought. At dinner I noticed that I'd lost my napkin and looked around for it. I found it on the floor and bent to retrieve it. As I grabbed it my attention was drawn to her legs and then up as she sat with her legs naturally slightly apart. Her skirt was high and I thought she wasn't wearing panties until a slight white spot showed that she was. It was still a great view I thought as I straightened again. When he'd straightened up I asked if he was ready to go and then noticed him put the napkin in his lap and hold it with one hand as he picked up a glass of water. He sat for a few more moments staring into space before announcing that he was ready. I remained seated until he came up behind me to hold the chair. Innocently I turned and placed my hand on the top of the chair to assist as I stood. He was so close to the chair that I brushed his crotch as I started to stand. I felt him respond instantly and sat back down and removed my hand. I too had to sit for a moment and relax without looking back at him. I'd walked to the back of the chair as I always did with a lady and I'd stood close and offered a hand. She didn't notice my hand and brought her hand up quickly to hold the back of the chair as she stood. I felt the knuckles of her hand brush my cock and I couldn't help myself. I was horny and had been thinking of her all evening and this was almost too much. I noticed that she sat back down and I wondered if she was okay. She just sat looking straight ahead for what seemed many minutes before she stood again without putting her hand on the chair. She couldn't have noticed my response, it was too quick I thought and I'd stood by the back of the chair and managed to partially control myself as I waited. When I felt that my wobbly legs would support me I carefully stood and made every effort not to get near him again. We even warmed a bit walking to the truck in the parking lot even in the stiff and cool breeze. I was grateful for the breeze and it seemed to both dry me and carry away my scent as we walked. When we reached the truck we separated and as I was about to open the door a stiff gust of wind caught my hem and it billowed well above my hips. A car drove past and honked its horn as I got in. He commented that he wondered what the honking was all about and I told him. He smiled. We went in to the hotel's bar for a quick nightcap before heading back to the room. There was a small band playing and a guy came up and asked her to dance. I watched closely through the whole dance and watched as she'd raised the guy's hand off her butt three separate times. I found myself wanting to be protective, but she seemed able to take care of herself and so I sat and watched. When the dance was over she came back alone. The guy didn't have the manners to walk her back to the table. I asked how she was and she told me about the guys wandering hands. Two drinks and we returned to the room. I normally sleep nude or in a shorty gown without panties, but tonight I put on the pair of sweats I'd packed to go jogging. He'd dressed in a full set of two piece pajamas and then he turned out the room light. In the dark I reached inside the loose fitting bottoms and comforted myself as best I could. He was on my mind until late when I finally managed to sleep. I'd pulled on the pajamas and said goodnight before turning out the light. My cock was in my hand before the sheet had settled around me and it was difficult not to jack off as I felt its comfort in my hand. I lay on my back and held it down in case there was enough light for her to see a raised sheet. I woke early and it took a moment to realize where I was. Finally I rolled over and glanced at him. His sheet was off to the side and apparently the tie had come loose in the night because his pajama bottoms were lowered and his cock was visible. I watched and looked closer when I realized that he had a hard-on in his sleep. He was beautiful and large. More than I'd ever dreamed he'd be. All of this time together through the years and I'd never seen him. A smile came across my face as I imagined what it would be like to make love to him and have that as my own personal plaything. I reached down and rubbed myself and since he seemed deep asleep I fondled my clit. After several small and nearly satisfactory orgasms I pulled my hand away and sat up. I got up and pulled the sheet over him before going into the bathroom for a shower. When I heard the water running I came slowly awake. At first I thought she'd come back, my former girlfriend, and then I realized where I was and who was in the shower. My cock was hard as I imagined the water on her naked body and I stroked it quickly and managed to partially relieve myself in the towel left over from last night. When I was breathing easy again I heard the shower shut off and quickly got up and slid a pair of pants on while I waited for her to come out. When I came out of the bathroom, he quickly hurried in. I dressed in a skirt and blouse and brushed my hair. When I was finished I heard the shower start so he must have finished shaving and whatever in the bathroom. I got up and straightened my bed and then went over to straighten his. I noticed the towel in the bed and picked it up to hang it over the chair. When I opened it I'd found what he'd been up to. At first I wasn't sure but after a quick smell I was. It was fresh and I smiled at the knowledge and wondered if he'd thought about me while he climaxed. I put the towel on top of his shoes. At least I have pants this time and I've made sure that it's wedged tight between my legs by my briefs so that it shouldn't show when I see her. As I came out I saw her looking so good in that skirt that my cock started throbbing from the pressure and her blouse was so tight across her boobs that I wanted to run over and rip off her clothes. I said good morning and then I noticed that she's fixed my bed and I wondered what the maid would do when she got here later. It was just a passing thought as I tried to avoid staring even though the sight of her was blazing in my mind. He's still not wearing a shirt and his chest looks so sexy, and he's still shy from yesterday, and darn he doesn't have a bulge. Wait... there isn't a bulge at all... not even one from a relaxed cock. I imagine it's hidden somewhere and being held down tight between his legs and he is walking a little funny. Those pants are tight enough that normally I'd see something. Oh well, he can't hide it forever. He wants to go for breakfast and then drive around and see the sights before we get ready tonight. Reunion & Union I was afraid to look at her as I was finishing dressing and so I made small talk about breakfast and maybe driving around town today to see what's here. At last I'm dressed and one last check in the mirror and I escort her to the elevator. We ride down alone and I want to hit the emergency button and then rip off her clothes and fuck her in this little elevator. I wonder what it would be like to see her naked and riding me. She is facing front and I'm slightly behind and can see her well now. She looks as good from the back as the front. I'm going to have to get a girlfriend soon. All the way down in the elevator he stood slightly behind me and didn't say a word. I was conscious of his smell and the toothpaste and deodorant and everything that smells so good about him. I was getting wet again. I wondered if he even saw me. Is he staring at the numbers of each floor as we pass? I need a boyfriend again, but I wonder if I move a little and maybe scratch my ass if he'll respond or if I'll see that bulge after. Maybe just a slight scratch, raise my skirt a little and tease high on the back of my thigh. It can't hurt to try. Is it just sharing the room that has me so turned on? I don't think so because every time she moves even in public I get excited or should I say that I stay hard instead of getting hard? At last we're at the lobby because that scratch was almost too much and I felt myself wanting to touch her there too and then kiss her. My cock is throbbing still and I need to rearrange it a little but I can't now. Maybe I can at breakfast. When we got to the restaurant we had the same waitress as last night and she asked us how long we'd been married. I smiled and looked at him and loved to see the range of emotion as he tried to think of an answer. Finally I told her we were just friends and she said something about us looking like we belonged together. Breakfast was good and I was good and wet again. That's the problem with being a girl because guys never have that problem. After breakfast I told him I'd meet him outside as I headed for the ladies room to dry off. The waitress is cute but my friend is nicer I think. And this time as I'd held her chair I stood back a bit. Her bottom fit that skirt so well and I thought that skirt shouldn't be so tight and then I thought again and decided that it should be even tighter. As I bent forward with my knee against the chair to help move her forward I couldn't help noticing the cleavage apparent from the top of her blouse as I glanced over her shoulder. Too late... my cock has found the strength and a way to rearrange by itself. We drove all afternoon almost in circles and hadn't yet seen anyone we knew. Our record wasn't spoiled by the time we headed back to the hotel. As I pulled in to park I noticed a car being unpacked a couple of spaces down and the couple looked familiar but I wasn't sure. The woman was staring as we got out and then I heard her shout to ask if we were here for the reunion. My friend answered and she ran over and gave him a hug. It was the gal he'd taken to the prom and never seen again. She introduced her husband and told us that he'd been two years ahead of us in school. I remembered her as very pretty, but kind of phony and her husband looked like milquetoast and just smiled and looked away. Right now she was trying too hard to appear sexy after gaining probably thirty pounds. It was fun riding shotgun because I could watch her as she drove without her being more than casually aware. Occasionally her skirt would ride up above her knees as she used the gas and brake pedals. Turning a corner to the left would disturbingly open a view of the mound formed by her left breast and turning right would accent her nipple taut against the fabric as her arm raised. I wondered about that bra because it did nothing to hide or control the nipple's rise. I kept the seatbelt low across my continuous hard-on and tried to appear occupied with the view outside. Is that the gal from our prom? Is she the one that never spoke to me again? She's older and heavier and that must be her husband. Prom girl invited us up for drinks later but I feigned a headache from the sun and hoped my friend would decline also. He did! He told her that the two of us had been out all day and had to get ready for the reunion because we were going early. Prom girl replied that in that case they would be there early, too. Oh joy! I do want to see people from school, but I can do without her. Finally she let me lose after slowly grinding her hip into my lap. Why hadn't she been this hot at the prom? I mean we didn't kiss and only danced two dances together. She played with every guy from the class that evening. Later I'd heard a member of the team had scored after I took her home. Well my friend is much hotter than she is now and at least we'll be talking some if we don't dance much. I wondered what my friend would be wearing and it was hard waiting to get upstairs and see for myself. I do know that some of the guys I remember will be notching her dance card. The four of us rode up in the elevator together and we got off first. As the door was closing I heard Prom queen holler out their room number and it was directly above ours. He opened the door for me and then we sat for a few minutes and talked about her and his experience with her at the prom. He confided that he had been horny all evening and was really bummed when she got out of the car without even a goodnight kiss. It didn't sound like he was remembering her fondly at all. We talked and I mentioned the dismal night I had at the prom. I told her that I was horny but how do you tell a friend... a girl friend (two words)... that you were as horny then as you are right now... but for a different girl. After a few more questions and answers she excused herself to go take a shower again. I'd seen her dress covered in the closet next to my tuxedo but I hadn't actually seen the dress. I watched as she took a little bag and robe with her into the bathroom. I shaved... I mean I really shaved. My legs and my pussy were smooth as fresh peaches when I'd finished. If only he could see me now I thought as I entered the shower. I was very careful about my hair. I'd had a perm a week ago and most of it was still holding but each shower relaxed it a bit more. It's a good thing that I'm good with my own hair. I planned to change the style of my hair when I finished the shower and he'd never seen me the way I was going to change it. I couldn't help myself as I washed down and my hands caressed my body and with my eyes closed I imagined it was him playing. I got all my stuff ready and waited for her to come out. She was in there for over an hour and a half when I heard the door unlock and she slowly came into the room. I couldn't talk and just stared. The robe was tight and I could see the flesh moving as she walked, but the thing that caught my attention first was her face. What had changed? She was gorgeous. Slow witted as I am I finally decided that it was her hair. I've always liked long hair, but my friend never wore her hair long and yet here she was... a dream. I got the greatest reaction when I came out. For a moment I thought he didn't like it but after a minute his face lit up and he actually told me how beautiful I am. I also noticed his cock and he wasn't paying attention to himself at all because it was an extremely noticeable large bulge and it actually moved a little as I bent my head to the floor but kept my eye on it. He wanted to talk but I mentioned how late it was getting and apologized for taking so long. He smiled and unconsciously his hand pushed his pants down as he stared at me. In the shower I had to relieve myself because the pressure was intense. I shaved in the shower when I finished because I'd always been told that you get a closer shave that way. What a numbskull I am I thought as I came out of the shower and started drying. I forgot my pants again. I wrapped a towel again and opened the door to tiptoe out and get them. I was holding the towel closed but as I got the pants and turned around she was there. My mouth dropped open and I said wow again and just stared. She was like a model in that dress and the color was perfect. Her breasts were mostly visible and I stared. After a minute she said thanks for the approval but hadn't I better pull up my towel? He was so funny and so pleased. His mouth was open and his eyes wide and he didn't even notice that one end of the towel had slipped loose and he was standing in front of me with an elegant hard-on. He had trouble talking and I was pleased. I was really pleased with the double reaction from his mouth and his cock. I thanked him and as he tried to cover himself he was red all over and ran for the bathroom. His bare ass was cute as he shut the door behind him, and I was wet... really wet. She had seen me naked now with a hard-on. What does she think? Does she think I'm a pervert? That I just forgot the pants so that I could come out naked? I felt humiliated as I remembered her laugh as I was closing the door. I sat on the edge of the dressing table and put my face in my hands. I don't know how long I was that way when I heard her tapping on the door and asking if I was okay. I replied that I was and got off the table and slowly combed my hair and washed my face again. As I went to dry my face I picked up her wet towel by mistake and suddenly I was aware of her scent on it. I breathed it in taking great gulps of it before I changed towels, dried myself and went out. When he came out I was ready for the evening but went back into the bathroom without closing the door and checked my hair and did one last look-over before deciding that I wouldn't get any better. I even pulled up my dress and turned around to check that my thong and stockings were straight. When I turned back I noticed that he'd been facing the other way the entire time and missed my brief show. She'd called me a slowpoke and urged me to hurry. I started to apologize and she just smiled and replied that it was nice to know that a girl could be appreciated that way and patted my butt. I hurried dressing and had to run back into the bathroom to put on my briefs and undershirt. When I came back out I just had to put on my shirt, my tie, my cummerbund and jacket... and... Oh Crap! I forgot the flowers! I told her and I hoped we could get to the shop before it closed. I drove fast and at first I thought I'd already gone by the shop but luck was with us and we got there just as the shop was closing. An old lady helped us and she was very nice... everything came out fine. The corsage was the first orchid corsage and the first wrist corsage I'd ever had and I cried a little before she helped me fix my makeup. It might not be a romantic date, but it is the best I've had so far in life I thought. We got to the reunion just before it was supposed to start and they'd already had the tables and the sign-in set up so we said hello to some of the people we'd known before... and we thanked them for setting it up and letting us know about the reunion. I escorted my friend into the large ballroom and I thought how funny it was to call it that because I was feeling that I didn't have enough ball room already. I picked a table just to the side but close to the dance floor and we sat down. I asked her if she'd like something to drink and then went and got two drinks and returned. We saw a few more folks and I saw four of the cheerleader squad from school. Most of them weren't exactly cheerleader material anymore, but a couple still looked good. It seemed like everyone was married or had been and was now with someone else. He held my chair as I sat down and I took off my wrap and placed it on a chair to my side. He stared at me for a moment and his eyes traveled to my breasts and returned. His face may have been a little red as he asked if I wanted something to drink. I thanked him and said I'd love a cold Pepsi with lots of ice. I looked around while he was gone and only a few people had arrived yet. It seemed like most of the cheerleader squad was there... at least those that had been seniors with us. I was glad at the thought that I might look better than some and almost as good as the others. When he got back he talked to every one of them as they walked by, but then he'd return and talk to me. It was almost thirty minutes of noisy talking and some hollering across the room before the band started playing. I asked my date if she'd like to dance and I felt a little thrill when she said yes. It was a slow dance as the band seemed to be warming up. It felt so good to at last be holding her and she surprised me by snuggling close and putting her head on my shoulder. Her waist felt so good and yet her hands were cold and a little clammy. I felt her body moving against me as she followed my every lead and I had a continuous hard-on again. I was surprised when he'd asked me to dance, but I'd really wanted to and said yes. When we got to the floor the music was so nice and the company so special that I couldn't help but snuggle close to him. I could feel his confidence as we danced and feel his warmth penetrating me. I moved closer and could feel his body and his hands warming mine that were already sweating. He moved quickly in time with the music and I was surprised at how good a dancer he was. At one movement I felt something against my tummy and knew it was him. I deliberately rubbed myself against him without seeming to and each time I felt his cock press against me. I was so happy until the dance ended and we pulled apart and returned to the table. That was the best dance I could remember and my arousal made it hard to try and walk normally back to the table. We had been talking again for a few minutes when the gal from the hotel and her hubby came up and asked to sit with us. I looked at my date and she nodded very slightly. I invited them to please sit down. She sat on one side of me and my date was on the other side. Both chairs seemed closer to me than to her husband. It had been only a few more minutes, while we chatted and they waited for their drinks, when I felt her knee against mine. It was moving. I sure didn't want Prom queen there, but I didn't feel that I had any right to refuse them. I was hoping that my friend didn't still hold a crush on her, but if he did I could do nothing about it. When her hubby seated her, I noticed her move the chair a little closer to my date and away from her hubby. I decided that she still had the hots even though she was long married. I felt my date jump while we waited for their drinks to arrive and wondered what had happened. I tried to bring her husband into the conversation and he said a few words and retreated back to sitting quietly. My prom date seemed eager to talk and her hands were in her lap. She was wearing a really low-cut dress in front and in back. I could see her ass everytime she turned away and had an almost unrestricted view of her tits. I could see part of her areoles and every now and then when she bent forward laughing I saw a nipple. It was only fifteen minutes later when I felt her hand on my knee and tried to ignore it. A few more minutes and it seemed that her hand migrated closer to my crotch. Soon she was actually holding me through my pants and I was too embarrassed to do anything and I moved closer to the table to keep my date from seeing it. Oh! I saw it! Her hand was actually holding his cock and I wanted to slap the hand and her, but I kept quiet and just tried to ignore it. It was completely between them and I was grateful when he finally moved his chair so that the tablecloth covered her hand. He seemed a bit withdrawn from the conversation after that as she started talking to me. What was I supposed to do? I was a lady I thought and just answered her. After another few minutes and as another dance was starting to play she asked my date if he'd like to dance. The two of them went to the dance floor and I asked her husband if he'd care to dance. He said that he wasn't very good but would try and I led him onto the floor. I like attention from a lady... a lot! But for some reason this was too much for me. It started as a slow dance and she rubbed every part of me with her body and hands. I had to do the continual relocation of her hands to my waist, and when she was up close her hand was always on my cock. As the dance ended, and we started back, a Spanish tune started playing and she dragged me back out to the floor. I have never danced like that before but I tried, and every time I leaned back imitating some of the moves that I saw guys making, she would mount my knee and start dry humping me. This woman seemed insatiable and I almost wanted to get away except that it had been weeks since I'd been with anyone and my friend was heavy on my mind. The slow dance was okay and even then he kept his distance and I wondered how he could be so quiet and his wife be so... demonstrative? He held me just the way kids do at their first dance in grade school. It was okay because it gave me a chance to watch my date and his wife. I couldn't believe how blatant she was in public and felt sorry for her husband. When the dance ended we all headed back to the table. When her husband and I got back they were gone and I searched the dance floor and finally found them and she was straddling his knee and really working it. Her husband turned around and stared too, before remarking softly that he wished she wouldn't do that. She definitely had me hard for awhile, but as the dance wore on I wilted and just wanted to get back to the table. I knew that my pants must be wet from her straddling because my knee kept sticking to them. One time she whispered that she'd like to go outside and get some air with me but I whispered back that I might enjoy it but my date was waiting. Moments before she even kissed my neck and almost left a hicky when she pulled away during the last dance. Finally we went back to the table. After they got back my date had to turn down a few dances with others because Prom queen had ask him every time. After he turned her down saying he wanted to rest, another gal would come up and his manners made him decline her too. It must have been uncomfortable being a gentleman because I'm certain the he'd love to have danced with a couple of the babes that came up to him. He did get out twice more with someone else while she was sulking and hadn't asked him first. I'd had a crush or two that has never been consummated in school and two of those gals were still around and looking good. When they'd asked me to dance I was lucky that my prom date was mad at me and hadn't asked me too. It was fun with each of these other gals, but strictly platonic as they each went on to another guy from the class. Finally, on the next to the last dance he asked me again, and talked to me and was sweet. When that dance ended the last one started and he pulled me to him again. I lay my head on his shoulder and almost did a little humping myself. He was smiling as we went back to the table and as he said thanks, he added babe. I was floating now. The reunion slowly broke up and it was almost four in the morning as we said our goodbyes. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed his hand. As we finally headed for the truck I put my arm around her and put my jacket over her shoulders. Even in the wrap she looked cold in the crisp night air. I walked around to the drivers side took her keys and opened the door to help her in. She climbed in and held my hand after she was seated. She looked down at me and said that it was my turn to drive and put the keys in the ignition. I climbed up next to her and she didn't move as I scooted in to close the door. She was right there close and I wanted to put my arm around her but instead I started the engine put it in gear, released the brake and put both hands on the steering wheel as I backed out of the space. Reunion & Union Except for Prom queen, it had been a perfect night for me even though I'd only had the four dances, the three with him made it special. As he drove and talked, I finally had the courage to comment that I was amazed that she hadn't given him a key to her room. He smiled, reached into his pocket and took something out. It was a note and a key. I read the note in the passing light and it told him that her husband was going to be gone more than three hours tomorrow and gave him the times. I asked him if he wanted to stay later tomorrow and smiled when he said no that he wanted to leave earlier than we'd planned. I asked him if was going to miss something and he said that it would be nothing important. I smiled and felt good all the way back to the room. I saw them getting out of their car before we'd parked and gave them a minute to get inside before I got out and helped my date down. She was gorgeous and flirted with her skirt as she climbed down. She had great legs. On the way to the elevator I stopped at the desk and asked for an empty envelope. When I got it I scribbled a note thanking my prom date on the outside and explained that we had to leave before they got up in the morning. I showed it to tonight's date and then put the key inside, gave it to the clerk and asked him to put it in their mailbox. My friend beamed at me and took my arm as we went to the elevator. I couldn't believe he did that and then let me read it, too. He was everything I'd ever wanted in a guy and yet he was my friend. That fact rode heavy on my mind as we got to the room. When we got inside, I excused myself, picked up my nightgown and robe and went into the bathroom. I really didn't want to but I put my hair up in curls and put cold cream on my face before returning to the bedroom. I said goodnight and thanked him as I went by. I was really disappointed when she came out ready for bed with the robe and curls and face cream and everything and went right to bed. I don't know what I'd expected but I was at least hoping we could talk for awhile. I got ready and went to bed, too. It was a long night as I remembered the way she'd fit that dress and remembered everything that I'd seen of her since yesterday. I was aroused and disappointed as I finally fell asleep. I heard him tossing in bed and wondered and I lay the fingers of one hand in my pussy and drifted off to sleep. When I finally woke up, it was still mostly dark, but sunrise was coming soon. I looked over at him and he was just like he'd been yesterday morning. His cock was hard, his pajamas were partly down and the sheet was wrapped around him but only over his shoulders and lower legs. I wondered if he always slept that way and was always hard when he was asleep. Eventually I got out of bed walked over and studied him. I wanted to touch him and finally I reached out very carefully and touched his cock. He sighed in his sleep and reached out and held my hand around him. He moved some and after a few minutes he let me go and I removed my hand. It was an experience that left me wet and smelly. I covered him again and went to the bathroom. Again I was awake when I heard the shower and I'd been dreaming about her and about her holding me. It was so real and I was so hard again. I reached for a towel and there wasn't one so I used my sock. When she finally came out I was relaxed and my eyes followed her and the curve of her body under the robe as I got up to shower, too. I dressed quickly and straightened up again. Again I straightened his bed and enjoyed the scent of him left on the bed. As I picked up his socks I noticed one was wet. Does this man do this every morning I wondered as I brought it to my nose and then brought the dampness to my tongue? There was no smell except him on that sock and when I tasted him for the first time I almost climaxed too. I heard the shower shut off and wadded up the sock again and put them both on his shoe. I went back and packed for the trip home. When I got out of the shower and returned to my bed, she'd straightened it again. I got dressed and then packed all my stuff, too. We carried the stuff down in the elevator and it wasn't even eight thirty as I settled the bill and we went to the truck. She got behind the wheel again and we were off. As we drove and talked awhile I finally had the courage to ask if he didn't miss an opportunity last night. I thought that he might answer before he thought. But, he said that he was indeed horny and that he was sure that she'd have given him everything he'd have asked for. I asked if that included oral and he smiled at the road and said sure. I asked why he didn't do it then and he just smiled and said that he'd had other things on his mind. I was quiet when he spoke again and commented that he sure was horny this morning. I took the chance and asked him if he was every morning and he smiled again and said that it seemed that way this trip. I asked how horny he was and he closed his eyes and whispered that he was really horny. I don't know why but when we talked it seemed natural. We had never actually discussed my preferences before even though I thought I knew most of hers. She asked if I liked oral and I just said yes. She asked about my not going with prom date and I told her that I was interested in other things. I didn't tell her that she was on my mind. When she asked how horny I was I had to whisper truthfully and not look as her as I closed my eyes and whispered really horny! I noticed that we were coming up to our picnic spot and something made me turn in. He asked if I'd brought lunch and I smiled and said that I had. When I got turned around and stopped, I got out quickly and walked to the other side and as he opened the door and turned, I pushed him back in and reached for his pants. He was surprised and asked what I was doing. I smiled and whispered that I was horny too, and that I couldn't have us both going home that way as I reached the tab on his zipper. I pulled it down and he almost blossomed out and I bent my head and finally took him in. I almost climaxed from the ecstasy of finally enjoying him. When she made the turn I asked about lunch, because it seemed natural. The way she smiled made me wonder and when she jumped from the seat I was concerned. As I opened the door and turned her strength amazed me and she was reaching for my crotch. When I asked what she was doing I swear she whispered the word lunch and then said that she was horny too. As the zipper parted I felt my cock pressed against it and felt the sudden freedom. I wasn't prepared for the warm sweetness of her mouth, but I had absolutely no complaints as she wrapped her hands around me and seemed to enjoy the taste of my cock. I went with the flow. I was more than horny and I had him in my mouth and in my hands. He was responding and I wrapped him with my tongue and then opened my mouth and circled him. He was so hard and rich and I felt him throbbing against my lips. I pulled back and kissed his full length and then licked him as one hand found his balls and extracted them. His balls were huge and seemed to throb with his cock. I began to work him and then, even though I'd tried but never been able to deep throat a guy before, I started. I guess it must have been my excitement because I had no trouble at all and the warmth of him in the cool and damp morning air made me even hotter. Soon my head was bobbing and I was stroking and he was working when suddenly I felt his hands in my hair. I've always enjoyed a guys hands in my hair when I was sucking him but this was wilder than I'd ever experienced. I'd always wanted a gal to take me deep, but they'd always gagged and complained. I couldn't help myself as I grabbed her hair and started passionately fucking her mouth deep. I felt her throat open and I kept going. She backed off and took me again. I felt her hands around my balls holding them hard. But my mind was on what she was doing with her mouth. My friend all my life and she was giving me an incredible blowjob. I was losing it and I heard her moan and she kind of looked up at me with a pleading in her eyes and I had to release. It seemed like I was never going to empty before refilling and letting lose again. She swallowed and kept sucking and moving me in and out. I was drained when I finally had to stop and push her away. I was totally out of breath but so happy with myself and being with him. I knew that I'd satisfied him and I felt good. I didn't let go of his cock as he pushed me away. It was mine and I was going to hold it for awhile. He fell backwards across the seats and my knees collapsed against the side of the doorway. He was so good and exactly what I think I'd wanted all my life and I'd just satisfied him. I want to hear him say that he's horny now I thought as I reached down and pressed my clit through the pants I wore as my breathing settled. I was exhausted and content except that now I wanted to repay her in a really big way. I wanted to show her how happy she'd made me and how good I felt. I even wanted to make her feel better than I did if that was possible. I closed my eyes and dreamed and felt her against me at the car's open door. I sat up and pulled her hand until she climbed in with me. I kissed her then passionately and thanked her. She smiled shyly and asked if I felt any better. I laughed and said that I'd never felt this good before. She smiled and I kissed her again and then she thanked me. He likes me and I like him and I wonder if I've ruined our friendship by what I did. He'd told me he was horny and I really didn't think instead I reacted. I was horny too, and as happy as I am I'm still horny, but I've made my best friend content for awhile after the weeks of torment his girlfriend had put him through. It was an experience that I'll always remember and regardless of what happens I'll only be sorry if I lose him. He kissed me! I told her to sit there while I did something and I crawled around her and stepped down. I walked to the back and opened the tailgate and came back. I opened the back door and started taking things out and carrying them to slide under the truck bed's cover. It took me several trips but finally I got everything transferred and closed the tailgate. When I came back she had a frightened look on her face and asked me if I was leaving. I didn't say a word as I pulled her out and helped her down. I really was frightened that he was clearing out the back so that he could sit there on our way back and that he'd organized our stuff so that he could empty it quickly when we got to his place. I had terrible thoughts of him leaving and hating me. But when I got down he kissed me passionately once more and I felt that everything was going to work out okay. She was warm and soft in my arms and passionate in our kiss. I slowly backed her up against the open rear door without breaking our kiss. When I felt her bump the truck I lowered my arms around her and filled my hands with her cheeks. She had such a firm ass when it was tightened and so soft when it wasn't. I lowered my hands still further and picked her up by her cute little ass and still we kissed. When I had her up I pushed her back and lowered her on the floor cushion she'd put there before we left. His hands were on my ass and gripping my cheeks as he pulled me toward him. His kiss was sweet and my eyes were closed as he lifted me. I felt the truck against the back of my knees and then felt him lowering me onto the soft cushion on the floor. He kissed me hard and then broke the kiss. His hands were behind my legs and lifting them. My skirt was high and my panties were absent as I felt a cool breeze on my bare pussy. I reached down and lifted her legs over my shoulders and as I spread them I noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing panties and her soft thighs melted into the lips of her pussy. I lowered my lips to them and kissed her and then kissed again and again. She was so soft and completely shaven and I began teasing her by nibbling the edge of each lip. Her scent was strong and sweet and I could tell that she'd climaxed while she was sucking me, and now it was my turn. I was going to thank my very best friend. Of the few men I've known sexually only a few gave oral and only one was good at it, but every woman who's ever enjoyed oral wants what I was experiencing now... a truly dedicated and passionate man that knows how and what to do to please a woman and wants to do it. His lips and breath were hot on my lips and the soft bites of my lips were arousing but didn't compare to what his tongue did next as he ran it along them and then parted me. I felt the coolness of a slight breeze where he'd moistened me and I felt myself getting wet again. I like oral, both ways. I really like giving a lady pleasure and have enjoyed a few compliments and a few helpful suggestions from the few women I've known. All of it came rushing back to me as I started and I was more alive each moment with her. I found her clit and was amazed at its small size but rigid response to me. Her lips were smooth and pale pink and when I folded her open I saw and tasted each tiny fold. Those folds were nested and protective of her body and soon I felt the dampness increasing not from my own lubrication but from her inner reply. The sweetness increased rapidly and I felt her begin to move. I couldn't help it because I wanted more and everything he would give me. His mouth and hands were pleasure sites to my body and soon I moved and as my body responded to him I had to hold his head and then my fingers were in his hair and I was pulling him to me and my body was alive with motion. The feeling was more intense than I'd experienced or heard of or even dreamed of. He was taking me to places I'd never been and I wanted more as I closed my legs around his neck and my heels against his shoulders pulled his face tighter and deeper. Suddenly I knew that I had to let him breathe and relaxed slightly, but it was only for a moment and I had to do it all again. Every guy dreams of sex with a beautiful girl and dreams of passionate, demanding sex that is returned with enthusiasm. She was beautiful, demanding, enthusiastic and more than I could have asked for. Her legs wrapped me and pulled me into sweetness and I lost thought of breathing for a few moments before she released me. I realized then how much I needed air, but also how much I needed her as she pulled me down again. Her body began a slow tremor, like an approaching truck might shake the ground. As the truck gets nearer the shaking increases and very soon she was in continuous orgasm and I felt both pride and happiness at bringing her here. My mind was only on him and the wondrous sensations coursing my body and then I was lost in ecstasy and didn't want to return. I don't know how long it lasted but when he finally slowed I felt myself descending, my breathing rapid and ragged and my body aching pleasantly. What had I just been through? Can a man provide such sustained and constant pleasure? He could! He did! I let my legs release him but still wanted him as I gulped for air. I felt pleasantly warm, alive and mellow all over and grateful to him like no other lover or friend. He is my treasure and I felt rich and happy. I knew she was lost in passion and I was enjoying pleasuring her. She climaxed now, repeatedly or continuously I couldn't tell. I felt her body in my arms and her hips quivering and heard her labored breathing coupled with a contented moaning that went on for minutes. I had managed to clear a small path for air even with her legs tight around me, her ankles digging deep and her hands pulling my hair. I managed to follow the roll and thrusts of her hips without stopping my hands or freeing her clit. When her breathing became shallower I was afraid and had to bring her back slowly. Her breathing picked up again and with a few last wild responses from her body she relaxed. I don't remember it, but he had climbed in and now lay beside me on his back. I turned slightly and stretched to kiss him softly. I could taste myself still on his soft lips. His arms were around me again but this time they weren't frenzied and he hugged me to him. My arm was trapped beneath his and my hand had found a resting spot below his tummy. He held me for a few more minutes and I felt something against my hand. I moved and closed my hand around him as he stiffened further. Slowly I fondled and teased him with my fingers as we kissed. Soon, I knew what must come next. She was breathing smoothly and I watched her breasts rising and falling as I climbed up and lay next to her. I thought she was asleep and had nearly dozed myself when I felt her kiss. My arms went around her instinctively and I hugged her and returned the kiss. She tasted so good and the taste of her tongue started doing things to my anatomy. I felt her hand and then the gentle loving stroke of her hand and I was ready all over again. This was so good I thought to myself and thanked the powers that we'd finally gotten together. I sat up on my elbows and teased him about the life I held in my hand. He smiled and that was enough as I sat up, rolled over, raised a leg and straddled him. I reached down and teased myself with his head as I stroked myself front to back and then settled to circle my clit with it. Soon I was rubbing myself hard with it and pushed it back to further tease my pussy. He brought a hand down and replaced the hand against my clit and I concentrated on moving his head in a wide circle just inside my pussy. I felt the walls stretch and pleasured myself in the feeling before slowly sinking down over him and feeling him stretch me further. I was already wet and needed no more lubrication to sit deep on him. He came to rest just as he bottomed in me and I sensed how perfectly his cock fit me. I felt him respond with a tightening of muscles that some men have to control their cock. I had bottomed in one other gal and she'd complained that I was too large, and I'd been told how sensitive my head was. I don't know why I was thinking these things except now I had bottomed and she enjoyed it and I could feel how sensitive my head was as it slid and slowly expanded her pussy. I felt her muscles close around me and felt her warm wetness all around. This was perfect for me and I tried to let her know it as I too tightened some muscles and as I placed my hands on her waist she seemed to know instinctively that I wanted to stroke her. Girlfriends have told me that fucking isn't always fun and I'd learned it a few times, but this time it was fun and I was now filled with its pleasure. I could have sat there enjoying that full feeling, but his hands told me that he was ready and the moment that I moved I knew that I was, too. I'd never enjoyed a man large enough to be able to hold me quiet or control my movements but he seemed to lift me and then pull me down again and again. Finally I moved his hands and enjoyed the gentleness of a slow unhurried session. I explored and tried to find exactly what movements excited him most. I enjoyed his hands on my breasts and the slow rolling massage as he caressed each and then my nipples. I sat up part way and placed one hand on her back and used other fingers on her left breast as I brought my mouth to the right breasts' nipple. She had told me once how sensitive her nipples were but I'd never experienced them myself. I was making up for lost time and opportunity and her nipples were pliant against my tongue as I rolled them between my lips. Her hands were behind my head and she pulled me in tight and I felt her mound caressing my groin and felt the gentle slap of her body as our rhythm increased. I wondered if she could cum with me playing only with her breasts and filed the question away for future enjoyment as I felt her movement throughout my body. It started at the limits of my conscious but I felt it building and building. I was rapidly approaching climax and told her and asked her to slow, but she merely responded that she was going to find out because she was almost there, too. Reunion & Union Is there any more pleasure a woman can have than when she knows her lover is going to cum? Especially if she knows that she is almost there herself? He was my friend and he was my lover and I wanted to make him happy and I wanted to experience it simultaneously with him. I was committed now and couldn't have stopped or slowed if I wanted, and I didn't want. Guys talk about a g-spot and I've thought it was a myth, but he was against me somewhere that was better than I'd felt before. It was slow but it was mammoth and was taking control of my mind with my body. Her head was back and her eyes only partially open and rolled back. Her tongue was caressing the upper lip and her hips were on fire. We were each wet from the warmer weather, but mostly from our experience. I closed my teeth lightly on her nipple just as I felt myself starting to cum and I felt her need as she milked me with her pussy and she rode me up and down and then settled deeply on me and I did cum. I felt her shudder and we moaned together at the peak of ecstasy. I felt my body pulse, regroup and pulse again and I felt her warmth mixed with my own. It was too delicious and too special and so very sweet feeling and I wanted him deep when he peaked. I sat down hard just as I flooded and I felt myself releasing harder and longer than I ever had... even more than his oral had stirred me alive. I felt his cock and his body stiffen and his hips rise to meet me and then I felt the glorious warmth of him filling me again and again and I had to respond. My body demanded more and more and he furnished it and my own body yielded sweetly to him. I knew that I had ejaculated for the first time just as I crushed him to my breasts with my arms. I was exhausted and fell back against the cushions and she released me and followed me down. Between each new breath I thanked her and thanked her. I had been so horny and the last two days had me remembering glimpses of her body and the joy of her friendship as I lay there and closed my eyes thoroughly exhausted. I felt the harshness in her breathing against my chest as she lay on my arm and kissed my cheek. She was quietly trying to quiet my talking and when I slowed it was she thanking me. She continued about our friendship and our special moment together and then she asked if I wanted to stop seeing her. Stop? I had just found her and I wasn't going to let her go I said. I kissed his cheek softly and deliberately and thanked him and told him of my love for his friendship and our togetherness. I curled in against him and felt a soft breeze through the doorway and driver's window delicately caress my body and I was fulfilled and content next to him. I drifted asleep against him with my mouth still against his cheek. The afternoon was more than pleasant. I heard her gentle breathing and new she was asleep or resting comfortably and I dozed myself. I woke a time later and glanced at my watch and thought perhaps we should get on the road. I moved and then bent over and kissed her awake. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at me and then raised her head and kissed me again. It was a gentle and sweet kiss that I returned with equal joy. I gave him the keys and he closed the truck and climbed behind the wheel. After we had pulled onto the highway and driven for a few miles I noticed a highway patrol car with lights ablaze coming rapidly toward on the other side of the highway. He passed at high speed and glanced only once at us. We continued for perhaps five minutes and he'd set the cruise control at just over the speed limit when I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the patrolman right behind us. His emergency lights were off and I mentioned it. My new lover told me that he'd seen him coming up behind us at high speed before he braked and pulled in behind us. I think I knew what had happened. Someone had probably seen us where we were parked and finally called the Highway Patrol, but we'd already pulled onto the road and were driving carefully. He followed us to the County line and then pulled up beside us and waved goodbye as he pulled onto the median, slowed and drove back the other way. We'd left early and now it was nearly six in the evening when I pulled up in front of my place. She looked puzzled and then asked if I'd come over to her place for awhile. I smiled and put the truck back in gear. When we got home we dragged our stuff out of the pickup because I'd asked him to bring his up for the night. I'm not shy when I've found something I really want. I put our stuff, mixed for the first time, into my washing machine and he took a shower. When he finished I suggested that he lay on the bed and rest while I showered too. It felt really good to have a man in the place and staying the night and I set stuff out for dinner and took my shower. I came out dried and without a towel but he was worn out and sound asleep and didn't notice. He'd propped his head up on both pillows apparently thinking he'd stay awake. He was completely nude on his back snoring softly. I draped my shorty robe over my shoulders and went out and fixed dinner. When everything was on the table I went in to wake him. I felt a presence in the room and woke slowly. I looked around and realized where I was just as a shadow covered the light from the front room. I looked and saw her coming in through the doorway and she was wearing an open robe that came just to the bottom of her cheeks. She paused and studied me and I noticed a flag waving below my waist but I did nothing. She walked to the foot of the bed and I watched the robe slide over her shoulders, pause at her hips and fall quietly to the floor. She was smiling and her eyes were not on my face. She climbed onto the bed on her knees and started to move toward me on all fours. Her breasts were swaying gently across my bare legs and I watched each nipple touch and move on as she crawled. She stopped and lowered her face to my cock and her tongue teased me and her body continued to sway and her nipples kissed my bare thighs in the middle of each sway. As I'd entered the room and saw him awake and saw his delicious manhood awake too, I felt a need to join him. I could warm dinner later. I had fastened my eyes on that manhood but knew he was watching me as I crawled. The warmth of his legs on my nipples was unexpected but arousing me as I crawled forward. I stopped and licked him and continued to just touch his legs with my nipples as I continued swaying. My nipples were hard and enjoying the new sensation and my tongue had found a home with him. I teased him until he was throbbing and then took him deep in my throat again as I kneeled and took his balls in my open hands and felt their desire. It had only been a few hours and yet it was like it was fresh and new all over again and my desire was pulsing for her. I wound my fingers in her damp hair and moved her head just as I felt her throat closing tightly around me and my cock responded all over again. But this time I vowed not to cum yet. After a few minutes she looked at me with a puzzled expression and I smiled and told her that I wanted something else right now and we might get back to this again later. She pulled away, smiled and asked what I wanted. I made her sit back and then had her swing a leg over me so that she was facing the other direction and then had her lower herself onto me. Again a thrill of the new as I sat up behind her and reached around to hold a breast and tease her clit as she started to move. It was another new thrill and I knew that eventually we would run out of the new, but right now I wanted it. I have never ridden a horse, especially not one at full gallop, but now I felt like I was. He was my very own bucking bronco and I was impaled on the saddle horn and loving every moment. His breath was on my shoulder as he kissed it and his hands were busy hanging on in just the right places as we galloped. Every time with this man was better than the previous and I was caught up in his passion and the thrill of him. I don't know how many times I climaxed today, but there were two hard ones and I was going through a few smaller ones right now as I prepared for another huge one. It was new and special and I wanted to keep it that way. For now I'd had a good start but I was still amazed that I could cum this hard and this often. Maybe it was because I was exceptionally horny but I don't think so. I think it's because I'm so excited and thrilled with my lover friend. It was just a fleeting thought as I wondered how I'd be able to part with her on Monday for nothing more important than a day's work. It is becoming a special treat when we climax together and I'll dream about it always being this way. He did it again. The big one!... and I can love him to pieces. Stay with me always I thought as we'd kissed after and then I forgot about dinner for awhile longer. Reunion at The Oaks Larry's cell phone rang just as he was heading out of the city back to his office. Pat was on the other end. She said that she was in the city also, had just driven past The Oaks and noticed a vacancy sign, and wanted to know if Larry had time to meet her. It was intended in jest, since she had no idea that he was in town, so she was sort-of taken back by Larry's quick response of "sure, be right over". Pat quickly asked that he wait about 30 minutes as there was an errand she had to run. Thirty minutes later Larry pulled into the parking lot of the hotel across the street so that anyone driving by wouldn't see his car in The Oaks parking lot. As he walked across the street he saw Pat walk out of the room. She was as lovely as ever. She was wearing a long flowing light blue gown that was slip all the way to the hip. As she walked her leg would show through the slit, causing an instant stir in his cock as he remembered how those legs lead to heaven. He'd been to heaven a few times. Some times at this very motel as they would slip into the city, and there had been times they had shared the pleasures of a mutual friend, but this time it was to be just the two of them. As Pat arrived at the balcony she leaned forward, her breasts resting on her arms on the rail, pushing upward, and completely filling the opening in the neckline of the gown. Larry couldn't wait to get his hands and lips onto those tits. They met right outside the door, falling into each other's arms, as their lips met and their tongues began to thrust against each other. With his foot Larry kicked the door open and they almost fell into the room. As soon as the door was closed Pat said that Larry had on way too many close and began pulling his shirt off. As soon as his shirt was off her hands were on his belt, unfastening it, and pushing his pants and shorts down to the floor. Larry's hands were all over her tits. Feeling her nipples grow hard, her breasts becoming flushed with her arousal. As she bent over to finish slipping his pants down her face came close to his rising cock. She couldn't resist. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it, and then causing a very noticeable "plop" as the head slipped out of her mouth. Pat immediately wrapped her fingers around his dick, guiding it back into her mouth, and alternating between those incredible deep throat thrusts, and sucking on the head of his dick while her fingers rapidly stroked the length of his cock. It felt incredible. His knees were getting weak, and shaking. As good as it felt he wanted to revisit more of the memories they had made in the past. Reaching down, taking her by the shoulders, he lifted her to her feet. Kissing her deeply. Her sucking on his tongue with the same fervor she had just showed to his cock. His hands were now on her tits. Feeling their fullness in his palm, as he moved her backwards towards the bed. When she fell backwards onto the bed he began kissing his way down her neck, across her nipples, and keeping up his pace as he headed to her pussy. When his tongue first made contact with her pussy he felt her twitch violently with arousal. Encouraged he buried his tongue deeper. Tasting those juices that used to be almost a daily nourishment for him. Licking and sucking on her clit he rapidly built her towards a quick climax. His tongue being helped along by a couple of fingers that he had slipped into her pussy. She had released any restraint she may have been showing, as she fucked his face as fast and hard as she could. Within moments her climax flooded over her. Her crying out in release. Her legs clamping tight against the side of his face, but only for moments. There was not going to be any long-term resting here. She quickly rolled him over onto his back on the bed, and swinging her leg over him she straddled him. Reaching down she took his twitching cock into her hand and guided it into her pussy. As he watched his cock disappear between her very wet and swollen pussy lips he realized that the day was far from over. He wondered what other pleasures might also be on their way... Reunion at Whispering Trails I hated work parties but couldn't get out of this one. Since being promoted to executive administrative assistant to the V.P. of sales it was mandatory for me to attend these events. It was the summer and so we were at a Muskoka resort called Whispering Trails or something like that. It was the first evening of activities and so after a dinner in the banquet hall, we were all drinking and chatting on the back terrace. All I wanted to do was curl up with a good book but instead I was clutching my fourth tequila and cranberry juice, listening to one of the lawyers ramble on about copyright infringement. "It's so fucking amazing how stupid these little shits are." I smiled, trying to see if there was another group to hang out with. There wasn't. I continued to listen to the lawyer and then my whole world did a somersault. She was there. "Oh there's Janelle." The lawyer motioned for this small dark haired beauty that walked over. She was wearing jeans and a golf shirt but looked so gorgeous and sexy. "This is Tony, Heather, Jay, and Cady." "Hi." "Hi." The big-mouthed lawyer continued talking and every once in a while I glanced over at her. She smiled back which drove me crazy. It took five minutes before one of us was brave enough to say something. "I'm heading over to the dock. I heard the view is amazing. Cady want to come along?" "Yeah sure." The group nodded and continued listening to Craig drone on about legal matters. We scurried towards the water but then diverted towards the cabins. "Tell me you have a room to yourself." Janelle was whispering and I knew she was trying to hide her tone of voice, which was urgent and desperate. "Yeah I do. Fifth cabin on the right." We waited until we entered the cabin then I spoke. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I work for the same company. Just go hired." "Wow. And so what are we doing in your cabin?' Janelle grinned. "Tell me that from the moment you saw me to now that you haven't thought of anything sexual." "You know I can't do that." "Exactly." I watched as she undressed and then motioned for me to do the same. I leaned back with my legs spread wide. I had no idea what she was going to do but I didn't care. She was going to make me feel so good and I needed this. She spread my legs even wider and nuzzled her nose against my inner thighs. It was such a sexy feeling but then I felt her tongue lick my sensitive skin. She licked in circles until she got within one lick of my pussy lips. I was breathing hard and I had my eyes closed. I gasped as she licked my pussy lips and then licked up and down but not quite touching my clit. My whole body was on fire and I wish now that I hadn't drunk so much alcohol. I was lightheaded as it was and I wanted to remember every moment. Her hands were caressing my stomach and I cried out in pleasure as she fingered my navel ring. She was so gentle and it was driving me crazy. "You are driving me crazy!" She didn't respond with words but she did wrap her small pink lips around my throbbing pink bud and sucked hard. She did that three times in a row and by the third time my legs were vibrating. She sucked so hard I could feel my clit swell and I was so close to cumming. I opened my eyes and saw that she was lying on the bed with her arms wrapped around my hips. I had not been thrashing around but even if I wanted to I couldn't. Her dainty manicured fingers spread my lips wider and she continued her tongue assault on my clit. I was so wet I could feel it. My juices were dripping down to my butt. She must have known what I was thinking because she licked up and down. I expected her to go back to sucking but she kissed and then bit one of my cheeks. "Oh!" That was all I could say before she slid up my body and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss and soon our arms and legs were tangled together. Her petite body rested on top of me and I could feel her hard nipples rubbing my chest. I saw that her eyes were closed and I smiled. She was so cute. She pulled away from my lips. A grin spread across her face and then she spun around. I looked up and was presented with her gorgeous pussy. I wrapped my arms tight around her hips and began to tease. I licked and sucked her lips. I licked my tongue around her clit. She was doing the exact same thing to me and the room was filled with our moans and cries. "I need to make you cum now." "No you first." Both of us were aggressive now, wanting to win the superficial prize of making the other orgasm first. I pushed two fingers inside her, the pads of my fingers pushing against her sensitive spot inside. It didn't take long. "Oh dear god. Push harder, faster. Damn it you fucking win Cady." Her words made me smile because we both knew that I had won. I always did. "You are amazing baby." She twisted around and pulled me up. We got into a position where our wet pussies were touching and we could caress and hold each other. Our bodies were flush with arousal and I couldn't help but sigh when I felt the familiar feeling of her trimmed pussy against mine. "Why did we break up again Janelle?" "You said you were bad for my career." "I was fucked up then. Can I change my mind?" Janelle nodded. She quickened her pace and I kissed her again. I had made some stupid mistakes and breaking up with her was one of the biggest blunders I had ever made. My mind was racing with emotional and romantic thoughts, so much so that I didn't even realize how close I was. She knew though because she leaned me back and after sucking on her index finger she slid it against my clit. I exploded. My whole body arched and I gushed juices all over her hand. "That's it baby. Release for me. Let me make you feel good." She kissed me again and then pulled back the covers. I cuddled against her and soon we were both asleep. I wasn't going to let her go again. Reunion Birthday It had been so long since Todd had seen Keri, not just pictures texted but to see her move her gestures her mannerisms. Her amazing smile so much had been shared over the last few weeks, even though so little was said. He longed to see her smile, he ached to feel her hug, and he lusted for something he told himself he shouldn't. What was amazing was the way he felt about thinking it, logically he thought it was wrong however emotionally he couldn't make himself feel guilty for it... what did that mean? At long last today is the day, she's coming to see me on my birthday. Just stopping by briefly to give him his birthday present and so they could see each other after so long again. It was too often that they had to spend so long a time apart or even without talking. Like so many times he just had to put it out of his mind and get to the business of the day, he got ready shower, shaved... still having trouble clearing his mind, he "relieved " some tension in the shower while thinking of Keri. He felt physical relief more than emotional, but none the less felt a little better, he picked a shirt that he knew he looked good in, "no point in looking lke a slob" Todd thought. Off to work after grabbing his laptop and other books he wanted to read or reference. Also hoping he could focus on them for a distraction. Todd works a twilight shift so as usual it was a leisurely morning, normally he would stop for something to eat, but didn't feel hungry. "Nerves?" he thought? Maybe, but he didn't have butterfly's. She would be there soon, Todd decided to dive into his project so he wouldn't be overanalyzing things and just be surprised when Keri got there. And before he knew it his phone rang with Keri's amazing eye's showing up on his phone's caller ID picture. He smiled and a warm feeling rushed over his body. He answered, "Hello" "I'm here downstairs" she said. "I'll be right down, to get the door" he told her. "See you in a sec" she replied. And the line disconnected. His heart was beating faster, he laughed when he noticed. "What am I back in high school?" thinking he was ridiculous for being on edge. He opted for the stairs (the elevator not being fast enough) he said to himself "need to take the stairs to keep in shape". Opened the door to the stairwell and looked across the lobby, and there she was... $h!t she just had to wear black, his favorite color. When she saw him she smiled big, and seemed to glow. She gave a slight nod yes (this was the code they had set up so he knew that her husband waiting in the car could not see them from the front door) he got to the door and let her in. desperately wanting to hug her, to feel her warmth and as much of her skin as possible she wore a nice black dress came up to about mid-thigh and was somewhat low cut. About as low cut as it could be without being inappropriate. Her dress was a halter but she had a light stylish sweater to cover her arms. She handed him is birthday present with a seemingly warmer smile, she when to hug him, he could tell she was fighting back the urge to pounce on him. Before she could, he took her by the hand so that they could find a place where the people would not be watching them being nosey, since an office was worse than a small town with rumors. He knew the building well so he casually found a unused conference room. She almost was pouting when he looked back at her after closing the door. "You didn't hug me" she said playfully pitiful. "I didn't want to share you with nosey onlookers" he said. And tried to not make it look like he was rushing to her as he swiftly moved to hug her. **SIGH** they both felt instantly better, for this perfect moment they held each other, and everything was right in that moment. Nothing else mattered, no scratch that there was nothing else. He loved that she was much closer to his height than any girl he knew. She was so warm, her hair smelled sweet. They had talked about being able to hug without fear of somebody saying they held on too long. A tension had been relieved at long last... although a new one building. He squeezed her, she squeezed back. He felt her feel relieved as well, but then her tension build as well. It still amazed him they were so connected, psychically linked. His hands moved across her back just simply enjoying her completely. She reciprocated, and his head tilted in, they had talked about whether or not they could resist kissing. Kissing after all was not cheating, and neither of them felt any guilt. Who were they kidding. His hand moved up her back to her head, fingers through her hair, to slightly pull back, she let a gasp right before their lips met softly slowly, then slowly more passionately their hands embracing each other more than hugging. Their lips parting massaging each other's tongues, breathing more heavy, they were getting lost in the moment kissing and feeling each other, all the lost time and missed connections culminating into a backlash of passion and lust, so unfair that they spend so much time apart. Emotion won over the battle for any reason to stop. Keeping the embrace he moved her to the far wall firmly pressing into her. Moving his hands more aggressively over her body, and to more intimate places, her hips and around to squeezing her ass. Then moving up to his favorite her lush breasts, squeezing and massaging, then moved his hand down to her hip again and lower and back up bringing her dress up with his hand cautiously to test her, she moaned through the kiss and lifted her leg to wrap around him in acquiescence. With his other hand he pulled back her sweater and off her arms showing more of her smooth succulent skin, his other hand still higher and higher moving over her panties rubbing her clit through the thin fabric, making her moan more and squeeze him with her arms. He could feel that she was dripping wet, he continued by pulling down her panties, she stepped out of them and instead of returning to the passionate embrace, he wanted to treat her to something more intimate, he continued massaging her clit this time with his tongue. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide as to yell but remained quiet lost in the incredible sensation. As hot and passionate as this was combined with the stored tension she didn't last long, cumming powerfully and surprisingly fast for her, but he had always had a powerful way with her any other way, why not this way as well. Not being able to stand any more of that, and wanting to repay him. She pulled him to his feet and dropped to her knees, partly to keep from collapsing anyway her knees being weak enough already. She unbuckled his belt hungrily and consumed by lust. Unbuttoning, unzipping and seeing his huge hard on through his boxers, she couldn't help a little moan at the size, and then again when she pulled his boxers down to see it, after so long wondering about his big hands. She was everything she imagined and hoped for and maybe a little more. She hungrily put his cock in her mouth and bobbed back and forth, stopping occasionally to lick and kiss him, he couldn't help groaning in ecstasy. God she thought, she had almost forgot the way he smelled, it was intoxicating she just kept going getting lost in the feel of him in her wanting mouth. She would have kept going but he stopped her, she wanted to please him as he just pleased her, but she was melted butter in his hands, she was completely submissive to him. She would do anything for him, the thought sobered her a little but she liked it. He brought her to her feet on her weak knees, he held her head by the side kissing her more, pressing, grinding against her. She hadn't noticed or cared that he was unlatching her halter top, until the chilled air hit her hot breasts. He quickly moved to kissing and sucking on her breast while massaging the other with is strong warm hand. She groaned in lust, he pushed her to the table in the room, instinctively sitting on it and wrapping her legs around him. He laid her back, and vigorously enjoyed rubbing his hands over her breasts, stomach, neck, everywhere. Then finally he pulled up her dress again, looking at her beautiful, wet, bare pussy. And began to rub his engorged cock against it, rubbing her clit in the process driving her absolutely crazy, she gave a pouty longing look and begged him "give it to me, I want it so bad" her voice quivering. He gave a half smile the way she loves it, looking her right in the eyes begun sliding his huge cock in her sopping wet pussy, she gasped sharply, and let out a slow moan as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper inside her. At last they were one, not being able to control himself to torture her by going slow, he started thrusting increasingly faster and faster, and a little harder as well, somehow magically every thrust was either more special, passionate, or amazing! Neither of them able to contain themselves anymore, he held her head so she had to look him in the eye as they climaxed together, he gave a throaty groan, and she an equally lusty moan. No other sexual experience for either of them had come close to this, and they shared a knowing look that they couldn't go back from here, he kissed her passionately one last time. Reunion Blues PART ONE - NEW YORK CITY I wake before dawn, alone in my bed. I reach over, old habits die hard, but there is no tousled head on the pillow beside me. Not even a slight indentation in the useless fucking thing. I get out of bed and the memories wash over me. We’d made love, then fought. She’d packed her bag and left. Now the loft seems much bigger than it had seemed before, with her things gone. I’d wanted her gone, so what the hell is the matter with me. Lonely. Yeah, lonely. She’d been here for eight months, and she’d become a part of my life, no matter the terrible time the eight months had been. Now, even though I am glad she’s gone away, I miss, not her, but her presence in the place. That house filling presence. The little comforts among the horrid fights. No question, I’m lonely. But I’ll get over it. I walk through the vast loft, or at least it seems so to me this morning, to the kitchen and put on coffee. I pour myself a glass of fresh tangerine juice from the refrigerator, and take a vitamin pill from their container on the counter. I take the vitamin, and take a sip of the juice to wash the monster down. I walk out on my balcony, no one can see my nudity up here because of the height of the balcony’s solid guardrail, and drink my juice watching the city waken, the flood of humanity coursing up Broadway. The life’s blood of the city. Back inside my kitchen, I wash my glass out and stick it in the dishwasher. I pour myself a cup of coffee and wander over to my dining table which almost spans the entire width of the loft and which has already been washed of the smells of her body. The scents she’d drained on it last night had seemed obscene in the early evening, so as she’d been packing, I’d been cleaning. Yesterday’s mail is thrown carelessly onto the table. I finger through it. Bills, ads, a letter from Mom who is still located in my hometown in Southern California, which I set aside, and a letter from an old friend also with a return address of my hometown. My god. I haven’t heard from Charlie since I’d sent a gift, some six or seven years ago, for his wedding. I remember he’d married one of the hometown girls but for the life of me, can’t remember who. Although I’m curious about Charlie’s letter, I put it aside and open Mom’s letter first, which, as always, is full of news of people I’ve forgotten, or can’t place. She always does this to me. But, then a surprise, she tells me that my old friend, Charlie, had asked her for my address and she had gave it to him. Voila, the envelope from Charlie. I put her letter back into her envelope and take up Charlie’s envelope in my hand. I’ve no idea what to expect. We haven’t spoken in, oh, at least ten years, and although he was my best friend during high school, I’d sort of left all that behind when I went away to college, then come to New York to sell stocks, which I’m very good at. Still, for some reason, perhaps to escape the crush of loneliness, or maybe just a wistfulness for those bygone days, I’m curious what this letter might contain. I open the flap and pull out a rather formal invitation to my tenth highschool reunion. It shocks me for some reason. A handwritten note inside, I suppose in his script, says, ‘Hope you can cum.’ I laugh at his pun, then sit there with the envelope in my hand for the longest time, a kind of inherent wonder suffusing itself inside of me. It occurs to me that we’ve all grown up. The reunion is to be held, of course, in my hometown, in two months. I have to smile. I love New York, the byways, the my ways, the up town, the downtown, the in ways of it, and even the bad ways of it. The night life, the restaurants, the movies, the plays, the bars, the women. Ah yes, the women. Of course I haven’t had very good luck with women since I’ve been here. Been alone more than with. And it’s summertime in New York, and despite the romance that brings to mind, it’s hot, and close and muggy. It’s going to get hotter, and muggier the next two months. It makes me remember the coolness of the west coast evenings. No matter how hot during the day, it was always cool at night. At least at the beach. You can always drive to the beach there. Or to the mountains for skiing during the winter months. Okay, maybe not as good a restaurants, maybe the bars are not the same, neither as crowded or as noisy, and maybe I’ll hate it if I go back. And Charlie? I’d left his friendship and everything else on that coast behind when I’d gone to school here, and then took a job here. A good job. Would the old town be the same? Would Charlie be the same? It would be great to see Charlie again though. He was always a gutsy cut up. Maybe it would be fun. Who knows? PART TWO: THE FIRST DAY The reunion is supposed to encompass the entire weekend. There is a mixer Friday night. Saturday, there is a dinner, and dancing at the roadhouse. I have no one to take, so I won’t plan on dancing. And finally, on Sunday, there is going to be a baseball game and barbecue. I rent a car at the airport and drive home. The family home is located on a hillside overlooking a ravine. On the other side of the ravine are other houses. My father had selected this place during its development because of its potential night lite view. As I drive up, I remember the old days. My father, who passed away a couple of years ago, would be sitting in his out rocker out on the porch, rocking and reading, when I'd get home from school. I miss him so much it leaves an empty feeling in my chest and a tear in my eye. When I rush inside and my mother takes me into her arms, the sadness fades as fast as it had come. It is a bit nostalgic being back in my old room. It hasn't changed. Placing my bag on the bed, the memories come flooding back. I wonder what ever happened to Sally Landers. She’d been my first. We’d done it in this very bed while my parents were away on vacation. I’d thought we’d break the springs, but those old springs turned out to be made of studier stuff than our romance. No one had ever known about our fling except Sally and me. My mother is truly a different person than most would expect. To give you a picture of her, I’ve never seen her when she was not wearing makeup. I’ve never seen her in flat shoes. I’ve never seen her in what one might call a house dress. In her early sixties, I was a late child, she goes to the club twice a week and hikes in the hills on weekend. She’s never been a beach person, I’ve never seen her in the sun without a hat, and if she were so inclined, an umbrella would shade her entire person. I’ve never seen her cry but for Dad’s funeral. Why she never took a beau, I don’t know. I’m sure she could get one if she wanted. Mom quickly reminds me who Charlie's wife is. I remember her instantly from school. In her yearbook picture, she was pretty with slanted eyes, shoulder-length black hair, and laughing eyes. I also remember that she had no shape, a real bean pole with no tits and no ass. She must've changed a lot, because the way Mom describes her she doesn't sound like a bean pole anymore. I try to envision Neoni all filled out and busty, but I can't. When I’d gone to New York, I’d gotten rid of my California clothing. I never really expected to come back. Mom and I spent the afternoon clothes shopping for my reunion. We pick out a couple pairs of linen slacks, several shirts, and a Jay Ko jacket California clothing. As I got into my rental car to go to the mixer, I think I look good. They'd leased an old movie theater for the mixer. I seem to attract a lot of attention when I walk into the theater and grab a beer from the open bar. Charlie appears to be the spokesman for the event, which doesn’t surprise me. He was always in the middle of everything going on. He makes a few jokes and then turns to me, and says it’s good of me to come all the way from New York for the occasion. Of course, everyone stares at me. I try to smile through the embarrassment, but I’m not use to this much up front attention. As a stock trader, I tend to be something of a recluse. I sell over the phone, so it’s just my computer, my phone, and me. "Our boy, Brian, is here for the ball game on Sunday. The Two Terrors will play again!" Charlie leads the chant through the room. I'd forgotten about that. The Two Terrors. Embarrassing. But that’s what the other kid’s nicknamed us. Someone yells, "Hear, hear!" At last, the chanting ends and I surreptitiously look around the room. I nod to those I recognize or think I recognize and those who are staring at me. It feels strange being back, but it is still home. I don't recognize a lot of them, but on some level, they seem familiar. We probably don't have much in common any more, but I hope to renew a few old acquaintances at the ball game on Sunday. I am standing there, wishing for Sunday to come, when I feel a small hand pull on my arm. I turn around and fall instantly in love. "Hello, Brian," says the vision of loveliness. Desperately trying to place her, I search my mind for something to say that is both smart and charming. "Don't tell me," I say, smiling at her. "Don't say a word. I know you, but you've changed. For the better, I might add." Then it hits me who she is and my heart sinks. "I saw you talking to Charlie," she says. "Side by side, you two still look like twins. But, of course, you look better. Charlie still looks like a frump." She giggles. "I remember how truly amazed I was when I found out you and Charlie weren't brothers or cousins or something like." "Neoni?" My mother had warned me, but I am floored by her beauty. "Yes, It's me," she says with another heart-stopping smile. I lean in and kiss her cheek. "Damn Lady, You are truly beautiful." "Actually," she whispers, still close to me, "you don't look at all the same. Charlie does, though." She looks me up and down. What the hell, I'd been doing the same to her. "I love the way you look . . . " "Compliments will get you anywhere," I say with a laugh. "Oh?" She caresses the lapel of my jacket. "Nice jacket." "Thank you." "You work in New York City now, right?" "Yes, I sell shares at the stock market." Just then, Charlie puts his arm around me from behind and hugs me. Then he walks around beside me. "I see you two found each other," he says, his smile including both of us. It is like looking in a mirror and finding myself poorly dressed. Charlie had never had much sense of style. "We were just getting to know each other, but it’s going to take some time before I get used to new her," I say, hoping he can't tell how much I lust after his wife. Neoni laughs a tinkling laugh. Charlie releases me and goes to his wife's side, putting his arm around her. I can’t help thinking that they don’t look right together. They look so awkward together. With both of them facing me, I feel a little on display. As other people mingle around us, I sip my beer. Charlie thanks me for the wonderful gift I'd sent them. Since I can't remember what I'd sent, I just smile and sip more of my beer. After a moment, Neoni pulls away from him and says, "I'm going to get a beer." She looks from Charlie to me. "You two want anything?" "I'll take one, Honey," Charlie says. I tell her I am all right with the beer I already have. What I really want is to take her into my arms and never let her leave me. But what can I do with my best friend, her husband, looking on? I wonder if she has an adventurous soul. She is so sultry and so earthy, her figure a gorgeous 36C-26-35. She is tall with long, long legs. The curves never seem to end. Her long hair falls down the back of her shoulders, curling slightly at the ends. She has tiny feet and hands, her nails are painted in clear polish. She has beautiful almond-shaped eyes that seem to look right through you. I feel like she'd been looking through me all night, knowing my deepest secrets. I have it bad. Distantly, I listen to Charlie talking about old times. By the time Neoni returns with the two beers, Charlie has been distracted and is talking to one of the other couples. She pulls him aside and hands him his beer. She speaks to him for a few moments, then returns to me with a smile. "I can’t get over how you’ve grown up, Girl. You are great. Want to marry me?” I’m wondering for a minute if I’m overstepping my bounds here. Do I feel any guilt? Not yet. She gives me a shy smile. "Thank you, Brian." I am grateful she doesn’t add, "again." She takes a sip of her beer and so do I. "How long are you here for? Just the weekend?" "I don't know for sure," I reply. "New York is dead in the summer, you know. Everyone's out of town to beat the heat. It gets very hot and muggy there. You spend most of your time running from building to building or from the subways to a cab. It's hell. At any rate, it wouldn't take much to keep me here for awhile. Depends on what’s happening." She smiles and says, "Charlie and I want to invite you to dinner at our house. As a matter of fact, I was just trying to work out the time with him. Would Sunday evening when all this," she says, waving her delicate hand around the room, "is over be okay? About eight?" "Sure. I'd like that, eight is fine," I say, smiling. "Have you two considered that all three of us might be so overstuffed after the barbecue that we can’t eat? Maybe we'll end up sitting around, staring at each other, too full to speak." She smiles again and says, "You're probably right. But, do you still want to come?" I nod. "You bet. I want to see where you live." We both look around for Charlie, but he is talking with another group of people, further away from us now. He appears to be working his way around the room, his sole purpose to shake everyone's hand. I ask, "Is he going into politics?" "Not that I know of, but who knows," she says with a frown. [Please put the I in Italics] I pick up something amiss but I can’t very well broach something I don’t understand. "I'm going out to get some air," she says. "Will you forgive me?" I nod even though I don't want her to go. "For anything," I murmur as she walks away. Watching her receding back, I wonder if she'd heard me? Charlie is still schmoozing with someone across the room, so I turn and follow her out into the night. It is really beautiful outside, if a little cool. With the full moon overhead, it isn't as dark as it could have been. The wind is tantalizing and the air is crisp, suggesting a snowfall in the mountains later that night. Neoni is leaning against a bus bench near the street. I pull my jacket close around me to ward off the cool air, one doesn’t get this evening chill on the east coast, and cross to where she is. I notice that she's pulled on a sweater herself. She is facing away from me, but I guess she knew I'd come. "I'd hoped you wouldn't follow me," she says, her words almost lost on the breeze. As she turns to me, I watch her small, upturned nose swing into view and then disappear, because the moon is behind her now. The shadows even make it impossible to see her eyes. "Why?" I ask. "I can . . . " Hesitating, she looks down at her hands which are tightly clasped in front of her and then back up. "I can feel you . . . wanting me." "I can see that," I say. "You should feel it, I mean. I'm sorry, but it's real." "I don't want to feel it." Shaking her head, she walks back inside. I stand there, feeling like I’m stepped on my pud. Finally, I get control of myself and go back inside. I get another beer and sip it as I walk around. I avoid both of them as much as I can for the rest of the evening. It isn't that I really want to avoid her, but I don't know what to say to her. What can I follow my last move with? So, I avoid her. All evening, as I wander around, talking to this person and that, I never lose sight of her. She'd become the only reason I am here. After a while, I find her with Charlie and make my excuses. They remind me about Sunday dinner. I say I won't forget and leave. PART THREE - THE SECOND DAY Tonight is the big night. Dinner and dancing. I’ve dreamed all night of holding Neoni in my arms as we twirl and spin away from this place. As I said, I’ve got it bad. I get out of bed the next morning needing coffee, bad. I find all old pair of jogging shorts, and several old shirts, which, to my amazement, still fit. I dress in them, put on my old tennis shoes and go down stairs. Mom is waiting for me. She looks, as she always has, rested, and perfectly dressed. She pours me a cup of coffee and brings it to me. "Good morning," I say, accepting it, and sipping. I look up as she sits down across from me. "You were asleep last night when I got in." "I don't stay up too late anymore. I need my beauty sleep, you know." That’s a laugh. "Well, it sure has worked, lady.” I’m going jogging, to get out the kinks. What about us having lunch today?” “Well,” she laughs, “I haven’t had a better offer.” * * * I take Mom downtown, to a nice restaurant. We’re sitting in a room that has water under the glass floor. I can’t help but look for fish. As soon as we’re seated, I tell her I love her, and that I’m glad I’m here with her. “I love you too, Brian.” She smiles and sips on her iced tea. “Have a good time last night?” “Sort of.” I try to put a good spin on it, “tonight will probably be better. And the ball game on Sunday should be fun, too.” The waiter refills our iced tea. “So. Was Neoni there last night?” She asks. I nod yes, sipping. “What did you think of her? Isn’t she pretty?” “Charlie’s a lucky man,” I say. “Yeah,” she says, sipping. “He doesn’t know how lucky.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. She purses her lips as the waiter brings our lunch. Mom waits until the waiter is gone. “Well,” she says. “The way I understand it, he doesn’t appreciate her as he should, and she is a good wife to him. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like he treats her.” I look up, chew, and swallow. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Mom.” “He runs around on her, Brian.” “You’re kidding, right? Charlie?” “I'm not kidding. Not at all,” she says, staring me in the eye. She drinks from her tea glass. I can’t believe this. But, I know Mom wouldn’t tell a lie about it. I don’t know what to think, but despite the inner turmoil I feel, I can’t help wondering if this means I have a chance with Neoni. Then I find I’m not hungry. I put my fork down and don’t even notice when the waiter removes my plate. * * * The location of the second night's festivities is The Roadhouse, which is located just outside of town on the main road. I arrive about 45 minutes late, but not by design. I got a phone call from my ex in New York. She’s forgiven me my crass behavior she says. Naturally, here I am in a quandary about Neoni and my ex girlfriend wants to move back into my loft. There is dinner and then dancing. After last night, and the information Mom had given me, I look forward to seeing Neoni and hope she is here. Despite my shyness, I hope for a dance or two, so I can hold her in my arms, just like in the dream. After all, how could she have felt my attraction if she wasn't attracted to me too, or am I way off base? Fooling myself. And if her husband my buddy, Charlie is cheating on her, she might be more open to me, right? During dinner, I get stuck between two women who don't resemble at all the people I'd known in high school. The one on my left is now very heavy, but jolly. The one on my right is now the city librarian and swears I'd been to her birthday party when we were eight. I look around at the other tables and see Neoni sitting quietly as Charlie entertains the table were they are sitting. After dinner, a band gets up and starts playing. I dance one dance with the librarian and then fade away from both of the women. I hadn’t seen Neoni on the dance floor. Reunion Blues I go looking for her and find her. She is standing and talking to an older, portly man. I don’t see Charlie. Neoni seems to be listening intently to whatever the older man is saying. From what I can see as I move closer, he is talking so consistently she can't get a word in edgewise. "Hi, Brian," she says, turning a bright smile on me, as if we hadn't had words last night. "I came to claim a dance," I say. "Okay, I'd like that. But first, let me introduce you to the mayor, Mr. Bradley." I shake the guy's hand and exchange a few pleasantries. But before he can continue his conversation or start one up with me I lead her away to the dance floor. "You saved me," she whispers as we walk away, looking over her shoulder to make sure she is out of earshot. "He looked to me as if he could go on all night," I whisper back. They are playing a jitterbug as we join the group on the floor and begin to dance. "Have you forgiven me for my bad manners last night?" Watching my feet, she pants, "You can talk and do this?" I laugh. "Sure." "Yes," she says seriously, "I've forgiven you." "I'm glad. I really didn't want to offend you." The jitterbug ends and we stand there panting at each other a moment. The band starts a ballad. Taking her hand, I lead her to me. Her skin is so soft she feels like silk in my hands, probably because she’s wearing a silk dress. I pull her even closer to me, so I can feel her large breasts pressing against my chest. I think she might pull away, but she doesn't. Instead she looks up at me and says, "You didn't offend me, Brian. I was discourteous to you. I was having a personal problem and took it out on you." I forgive her instantly. "What were you upset about?" "I'm still upset!" She bites her lip lightly. "But, I don't want to talk about that right now. I want to have fun." "Okay. Just remember that I'm a good listener." She purses her lips. "Maybe some other time." I keep her close for the rest of the dance, but Charlie takes her out of my arms just before the next dance. "You're hogging my woman, Brian. Go sit on the sidelines for a dance or two," he laughs. I force a smile and walk away, but I don't think he is funny. I get a drink and sit in the corner. A few people come by to speak to me, but they don't stay long. All I do is sign and grunt. I can't sit still, so I take my half-finished drink and walk outside. I decide to walk off the alcohol, so I stroll around the building. There is a stream running behind the building, the water reflecting the moonlight. It is quite beautiful. The night is cool, so I pull on my jacket. While watching the stream, I finish my drink. I wonder what is going on between Charlie and Neoni. Why is he cheating on her? She’s so beautiful. I try to capture the feeling of the Charlie I’d known growing up. He’d always been honest. You could always depend on him. But apparently no more. What’s happened to him? What's happened to them? And what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. My heart is affluter around her, even when I'm not around her. She captivates my mind. Still, have I no conscience. But I think I’m falling in love with her. I am, I know it. What am I going to do? Finally, I make my way back inside and return to my corner table where I can keep my eyes open and see what’s going on. The group seems to be getting quite drunk, but I don't get another drink. I place my empty glass on the table and just watch the interplay. Charlie and Neoni find me later and Charlie says, "There you are. We've been looking for you. So, you're gonna play ball tomorrow, right? And I understand you're coming over to our place after for dinner, right?" Picking up my empty glass, I stand. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." "Well, good." He looks at Neoni, back at me, and then over my head. "Look," he says, looking back to me and squinting slightly, causing me to wonder if he’s trying to communicate some deep secret to me, "I'm going to the little boy's room. Got to take care of some business." He laughs. "Take care of my woman for me while I'm gone, okay?" "Glad to," I say to his back. Damn right I’m glad to. When I turn back to Neoni, I can see that she is embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she says. My empty glass still in my hand, I lead her to a table near the dance floor and we sit down. I place the empty glass on the table. "There's no reason for you to be sorry, Neoni" I say. "But there are women here," she says, waving her hand at the crowded room, "who are available." She looks at the floor. "It wasn't right for him to saddle you with me." "Neoni," I say, reaching across the table to lift her face up so our eyes meet. "No one is saddling me with you. You aren't an imposition to me. As a matter of fact, I'd rather spend my time with you than with anyone and you know it. Just because you're taken doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you." "Thank you, Brian." There is a tear in her eye. I don't know exactly why she is crying, but I assume it is from embarrassment. At least I know when to keep my mouth closed. Taking her hand in mine, I ask, "Do you want to dance again?" She pulls her hand away and dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Later maybe," she says. "Do you want something to drink?" I ask, holding up my empty glass. "What was that?" "A Manhattan," I tell her. She says, "I can't drink hard liquor. Maybe a glass of wine." “You bet,” I say. I rise and go to the bar. As the bartender is pouring her wine and getting my beer, I wonder what the hell is going on. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Charlie is pushing Neoni on me. When I come back to the table, I find her still dabbing her eyes. I place the glass of wine and a glass of water on the table in front of her. Sitting down, I place my beer in front of me. "You sure are an unhappy lady tonight. What can I do to cheer you up?" I smile. "Hey, what happens when you drink hard liquor?" She laughs, "I get crazy." "I'd like to see that," I say. She shakes her head, the brief glimpse of good humor completely gone. She took a sip of wine and then a sip of water. "Once again, if you want to talk, I'm a good listener," I say in a low voice. She takes another sip more and so do I. She finally looks at me and asks, "Can we go outside for awhile? For a walk?" "Sure," I say. Since I’m not into drinking anymore, and neither is she, we leave our drinks on the table. I look around as we walk to the front doors and don't see Charlie anywhere. We exit The Roadhouse and, taking her arm, I guide her around to the back where I'd earlier seen a few benches next to the flowing, reflecting stream. There is little moonlight now and there are trees covering us, so once again I can hardly see her facial features. We walk beside the stream, kicking stones into it. I stop, pick up a stone, and skip it across the water. She is quiet and so am I. Finally, I lead her to a bench and we sit down. She looks away from me at the stream. After a long while, she turns back and her shoulders begin to shake. It’s a moment before I realize she is sobbing. I place my hand on her head and pull her to me. My suit coat quickly become damp, but I don't care. She cries for a long time, then become still, quiet again. She slowly pulls her face away from my shoulder, and then her body away from mine. I am surprised when she speaks. "Tell me about yourself, Brian." "What's there to tell? I left here and went to New York. I went to business school and now I'm a trader on the stock market, which you already know. I've been lucky in real estate. I bought a loft in Tribeca from a guy about five years ago. Have you heard of Tribeca?" She is definitely cheering up, but there is several dried tear tracks on her cheeks. "It's a trendy spot. That's all I know." "Well, Tribeca is a trendy spot, that’s true," I say. "I'm lucky to live there. It was trendy even when I bought my place, but real estate was in the dumps at the time. It was good timing." "Sounds very nice," she says. "Anyway," I say with a smile, "there's nobody there now but me. It's a huge space and looks out on the West Side near Greenwich Village. Have you heard of that?" She smiles her first honest smile in some time. "Everybody's heard of the village." I smile back at her. "Well, the village is in my immediate view. And some days you can see the boats moving along the Hudson River." My smile turns a little sheepish. "But it has to be a clear day. Usually we don't have clear days on the island." "That sounds so exciting to me. Are you happy there?" "Well, it's kind of lonely right now." She says, "So I assume there was someone living with you. At one time anyway, right?" "Yeah," I admit. "You do get used to having somebody around even when they're not right for you." "You just broke up?" "A couple of months ago." She seems genuinely interested. "What was she like?" "Too possessive. A Scorpio, you know." She laughs. "Do you believe in astronomy?" I laugh too. "No, but if the shoe fits." "Was she nice other than being possessive?" I grimace at the thought of my ex. "Yeah, I suppose so. We fought a lot.” "Oh, about what?" This woman wants to talk about anything other than her own predicament, but I’m okay with that for right now. "Everything," I say. "What to have for dinner. Where to go for entertainment. What to watch on the T.V. When dancing, she was always jealous, causing a scene, thinking I am attracted to other women. That kind of thing." "I see." We are quiet for awhile, both of us staring at the water. I see her turn back to me out of the corner of my eye. I look at her. She wipes at the dry tear stains on her face. "I'm going to need to repair my makeup." "You're beautiful even with your face tear-streaked," I say. She stretches and stands up. I volunteer, "My car?" "Good idea," she says. We begin to walk. "So, what about you? What have you been doing since high school?" "Oh, I went to design school in San Francisco, came home, got married, and opened a shop. I design dresses. I've got a good clientele. Most of my sales are to boutiques in the area." "Wow, I had no idea," I confess. "I guess I thought you were a housewife or something." She laughs and I think how amazingly beautiful she is with her makeup smeared and moonlight reflecting off her tears. "That sounds really boring”, she responds. “I don't really think any family can afford that anymore." When we arrive at my rental car, I unlock and open the passenger-side door. She gets inside and begins repairing her makeup. "So, do I get to find out why you were upset?" I ask mesmerized by the simple act of her reapplying her eye shadow. "Maybe soon," she says. "Stop staring at me." "Okay, okay. I was just looking at the prettiest woman I know putting on eye shadow. Geez." "Women like to be admired, but not while they're doing their make-up." "I understand," I concede. I lean against the car and look up into the night. One thing California is not known for is its skies. There aren't many stars that aren’t covered by cloud or smog. When I turn back to Neoni, she is ready. I hold the door for her, then close and lock it after her. "Ready to hit that dance floor again?" I ask, taking her hand. "Maybe." She pulls her hand away and begins to run toward The Roadhouse. Over her shoulder she calls, “come on.” I ran too. She precedes me inside where everyone is getting drunk and making asses of themselves. We survey the mass of people on the dance floor. "Let's just wait until some of them pass out, okay?" "Sure," I say. We find our table vacant, near the dance floor, but the drinks we’d left there are gone. “Beer or wine,” I ask. “Beer,” she replies. I get us a couple of beers and we go back out and sit on the front steps. "I didn't see Charlie," I say. "Mmmmm," she replies. "Did you?" I ask. She looks at me. "No, I didn't really look for him." "He's probably in there blowing his own horn." She laughs heartily. "Yeah, maybe, but he doesn't blow it very well." I laugh too, but as if she realizes what she just said, she quickly stops. We lapse into silence. Sipping my beer, I look at her. She sips too and then looks at me. Finally, I go for it. "Look, Neoni, I know you're having me to dinner tomorrow night, but I'd really like to see your shop too. Maybe I could buy you lunch on Monday. I'd like to see some of your creations your dresses." She cheers up then. "And belts, and shoes, and hats, and purses. I'd be happy to show them to you," she says. She looks down into her drink and then, very shyly, she says, "And I'd love to have lunch with you." "Good," I say. "Want to dance now?" "Sure," she takes my hand as we stand, then we go back inside, leaving our beer bottles on a table. The band is playing slow, soft ballads now, one after the other. I hold her close as we move almost in place to the beat. She places her head on my shoulder and molds her body to mine. I start to get an erection, but I can't help it. She leans back and looks up at me. She smiles at me somewhat incredulously, as if thinking, "I can still do that to a man?" Unembarrassed, I smile down at her. She snuggles back into me and lays her head back on my shoulder. We continue to dance to Misty without saying a word. Later that night, when Charlie doesn't return and Neoni has become high from the wine, I drive her home in my rental car. * * * There are no lights burning in the house when we pull up. I shut off the car. We sit in the car for a moment while I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. I turn to her, stretch out my hand to her. Without a word she turns to me and comes into my arms. I kiss her and continue kissing her for a long time. She is so soft, so yielding. I force her mouth open with my tongue and begin to explore heaven. Her breathing quickens, but she pulls away from me. "You're nothing like I remember you," she says breathlessly, huskily. I laugh, breathless too. "Neither are you. You're better." I kiss her again before asking, "Where the hell is Charlie anyway?" She pulls away, shrugs in the dim interior of the car. "Playing cards, with a woman, who knows?" "I'm so sorry, Neoni," I say. "It's the way of married life or so I'm told by my married friends." "It shouldn't be that way," I say to her. "Yeah," she says, then, "I always remembered you as a stuck-up jock!" "I always remembered you as the skinny, sophomoric, Asian stuck up little girl." We laugh together. "I'm not a jock anymore and I'm not stuck-up either," I say. "And I'm not skinny anymore, I'm not a little girl, and I’m not stuck up either," she responds. "I really like you, Neoni," I tell her. The laughter ends and she smiles and stretches up to peck me on the cheek. She pulls away too soon and turns to the car door. My mind is crying out "no, don't go!" After a moment, her hand clutching the door handle, she looks back at me. "Want to come in for a nightcap?" I couldn't help laughing at that. "Maybe something non-alcoholic?" "Come on!" Laughing, she opens her door and runs into the house like a child at play. I quickly follow as she opens the door to her house. She flips a switch and soft lights come on in the living room. We enter their house, which is one of those 80's models that you have to work really hard to get character into. Neoni has done it beautifully. I recognize her designer touches everywhere. I wonder what she could do to my loft. I follow her into the kitchen, where she switches on another soft light over the cooking area. There isn't anything special about the kitchen except an island eating area, which is approximately table height. The rest of the counters are taller. She moves to the cabinet and gets two glasses. She crosses to the refrigerator and fills them both with orange juice. She hands me one, “Okay?” “Sure,” I say. She turns from me and crosses to the counter top, placing her glass of juice on the flat surface. . Facing away from me, she looks out the window at the backyard and the trees beyond. Standing there, just looking at her turned away from me, my heart is beating so rapidly it is making me anticipate something I am afraid will not happen. I’m alone in their house with the object of my affection. I want her. No question. Do I take her now? Will she let me? Can I do this to my friend Charlie? But, then, is he really a friend. I am confused, anxious, and I’m frightened that I am falling in love and it may not be possible. In the end, I do what lovers always do. I approach her. I place my glass on the countertop near hers and wrap my arms around her. Her silken dress is still sticking to her body from the dancing. It is soft and damp in my hands. My hands touching her feel hot. She arches against me whether from pleasure or fear I don't know, but I push ahead. I’ve gone this far, too far by most standards, but there is no turning back now. I place one hand over the bodice of her dress, caressing her breast through the cloth and the other on her mons. Her mons is radiating heat. I must have her. I push her dress between her legs with the other hand and I feel her open them slightly for me. My fingers search for her clitoris, and they find a hardened nub, distended, and throbbing. "I've never done this before," she rasps almost to herself. I press myself against her buttocks, my penis like steel. She presses back against me and this time, I know she isn't trying to get away. I know she wants me as much as I want her. I turn her around and kiss her hard. I think I could kiss her all night, her mouth is soft, so full of promise. This time, she opens her mouth for me. Without any effort on my part, her lips open and mold themselves to mine. My tongue enters her mouth and it is a deep, dark haven I can easily get lost in forever. As gently as I can, I pull her closer against me. The heat of our bodies is a caldron ready to boil over. She moans into my mouth and I moan back. I begin unbuttoning the buttons running down the front of her dress, and as she leans back to accommodate me, I open it to her waist, exposing her lacy bra. Flicking open the front clasp, I free her large breasts and bury my face in magnificent flesh. The nipples are soft, pink, against the paleness of her skin. I capture one nipple between my lips and suck it until I feel it harden. Then I do the same to the other breast. When I finish, I take her nipples between my fingers and rub them lightly while I look into her eyes. They look lost in space, but they are looking back at me just the same. I kiss her again, exploring, finding. She moans again and closes her eyes. She isn't as light as I expect, but I easily lift her onto the island counter. She is an irresistible handful. Once sitting on the counter, she opens her eyes and kicks off her shoes. She lifts her skirt out of the way and reveals her lace panties. Placing her hands behind her on the counter top, she raises her hips so I can pull her panties away from her upper thighs. My eyes lock onto her dark bush as I slip her panties down her long legs, past her delicate ankles, and drop them on the floor. When I look up at her face, I see her neck has reddened and she is panting almost as heavily as I am. While I unzip myself, I watch the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window caress her naked flesh. She lowers her buttocks back onto the counter, looking at me with lust in her eyes. I let my pants fall around my ankles. Reunion Blues Moving closer, I pull her to the edge of the counter. Her body is such a beautiful, curvaceous, sumptuous offering that I kneel at her feet and sniff her wonderful aroma. I begin to lick at her vulva. I feel like worshiping her, her body, her soul. I run my tongue up her vulva, opening her slit as I go, to her clitoris. It protrudes there, looking very much like a small penis crowning a pair of vertical lips of joy. A temple for me to worship at. I can’t get enough of her. Her taste is so erotic, it teases my senses. My head is spinning. I love this above all else. This woman. I bury my tongue inside her vagina, as deeply as I can, plunge once, twice, the remove it and run it up her crease to her nub again and then repeat it. I continue this move over and over again. Neoni begins to buck against my face after several of these luscious moves. Her sudden shudders and her continued bucking nearly throw me off of her, but I lock onto her clitoris and suck it into my mouth until she goes through her first orgasm, as her juices flow from her and I taste her essence, and then her second. I hold her in my mouth, with very little pressure but with a lot of pleasure as she comes down. She’s a long time coming down. The small shudders that continue for some time to wrack her body finally cease and I feel her fall limp in my hands. I stand up and she is laying listlessly back on the counter top before me. I stretch across and kiss her and feel her try to respond. I pull back from her and place my penis at the entrance to her vagina, and slide into her smoothly. She is hot, slippery with her juices, and we fit together perfectly. It has never been this good for me. She encases me with her clenching warmth and it takes me to a higher plane away from the cares of humanity. I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of her so that my pelvis is pushing against her clitoris when I go into the warmth. Slowly, she begins to move beneath me, then she begins to fuck back at me, and she becomes multi-orgasmic within minutes, clamping down on my penis, milking it, and I can't hold myself back for long. My cum boils out of me and erupts into her, overflowing her canal, running out of her onto the table beneath us. We hold each other closely for a long time. After awhile Neoni stirs in my arms and I let her sit up. She smiles at me. There is a gleam in her eye that I can’t help thinking I put there. She turns and reaches behind her and grabs some paper napkins from the counter positioning them between our bodies. When my penis wilts and falls out of her, she is quick to contain our combined juices. "You are a dream come true, Neoni. I think I’m falling in love you," I say and I realize that it is true. I am falling in love with her. Neoni looks down at the counter, her eyes moving over the surface around her. She looks up at me and says, "We sometimes eat breakfast on this counter." She starts to laugh and it's contagious. "You're wonderful," I say. "No, you are." Her eyes have lost their lust, but they sparkle in the moonlight. "You are wonderful." She jumps off the counter with the paper napkins pressed to her sex, kisses me, picks up her panties, and leaves me standing there with my dick hanging out. Finally, I recover enough to wipe our juices off my penis, my shorts, and my pants with some paper towels from under the sink. I pull up my trousers and look unsuccessfully for a trash can. I end up just folding the soiled paper towels and when I shrug into my jacket, I place the soiled remainders of our tryst in my jacket pocket. After getting some cleaner and a sponge from under the sink, I clean off the island counter and dry it with more paper towels, which I also place in my pocket. I survey the kitchen and decide it looks no worse for wear. I would eat there. Matter of fact, I already have. A low laugh rumbles in my chest and I know it wants to come out, to shout out, “I’m in love.” I look around. No one would guess the passion that just taken place in this room unless they look in my jacket pocket, I think and it makes me laugh again. But I quiet myself and wait for her to return. This is the part of sex that has always confounded me. What do people do? Do they talk after sex? Do they hold each other? I've always done both. When Neoni comes back to the kitchen a few minutes later, I am sitting at the table top again, hoping she doesn't regret what we've shared. She comes over to me and kisses me. She collects our barely touched glasses of orange from the counter top and comes to join me, pushing mine toward me. "So, Brian, tell me, do you still want to take me to lunch Monday?" she asks me straight-faced. I laugh. "God, yes. I'm more interested now than I was before." We sip at our glasses of slowly warming orange juice. “Actually," I say. "I was thinking when we came into your house tonight that I could sense your personality everywhere. I admit I have been wondering what you might do to my loft." She looks me right in my eyes. "This was a one-time thing, Brian. I can't do this." "To Charlie?" I ask. "To myself," she corrects. Not long after that, I leave her sitting there and go home. I think we both have some serious thinking to do. Later that night, lying awake in my childhood bed, I wonder what Neoni and I might have in store for each other in the future. I wonder about Charlie. How can he be so stupid. He’s losing his wife. Maybe he deserves it though. How do I feel about what we did tonight? How do I feel about betraying Charlie? But then, what about me? How can I be so gullible. I’m letting myself fall in love with a woman who is married to someone I’ve always considered one of my best friends, although that has certainly come into doubt now. How can there be a happy ending to such a volatile, disastrous mix? PART FOUR - THE THIRD DAY During breakfast, Mom asks me about the night before. I tell her I’m in love and although I don't want to hurt Charlie, it is obvious to me that they are very unhappy and seem destined to continue to fall away from each other. I admit to her it won't be easy, but I want Neoni. I want her to be my wife. I tell Mom about the previous night, but not about making love to Neoni. I also tell her about the dinner plans I have with the two of them tonight and my plans to see her on Monday. My mother surprises me. "Well, Brian, you've always managed to accomplish whatever you've set your mind to do. I don't suppose this will be any different." While watching me eat my pancakes, she sips her juice and then surprises me again. "Actually, I'm pulling for you, son. I’m not sure, but it sure sounds like the two of you belong together.” She pauses, sips, then, “Brian, I'd love to come to New York for your wedding." Amazed she was being so supportive about my plans to steal my best friend's wife, I simply say, "Thank you." When I arrive at our high school's baseball diamond for the game, Charlie is already there bright eyed and bushy-tailed. "What happened to you last night?" I ask. "Got busy," he laughs, tossing a ball at me, which bounces on the ground. I catch the ball on the bounce and throw it back to him. I make sure to throw him an easy one, since I don’t know what kind of shape he is in. He throws it back to me with some steam on it. "Thanks for taking Neoni home last night," he says. "I wouldn't trust her with someone like me too often, Charlie." "Ha," he laughs as the first batter came up to bat. I wonder whether or not he cares if Neoni has an affair? I still don't know why she was so sad last night. We won the ball game easily. Charlie and I pick Neoni up from the stands and we all run hand in hand to the barbecue. Charlie and Neoni grab some hamburgers and hot dogs and walk off together, talking. I feel like an intruder, so while I load my plate I talk with some of the other players before going off to eat by myself. Later, Charlie finds me. Neoni hangs behind him as if she doesn’t want to be a part of what’s going on between the two of us. Charlie says to me, “Look, Brian, I’ve got some things to do today and Neoni needs to get home to start dinner. Do you mind driving her home?” Is he driving us together? I look at Neoni but she is looking at the ground, scuffling her foot in the grass. Her face is red. “Sure, happy to,” I say to Charlie. He smiles at me, almost a cheshirish smile, “Good, good. See you tonight, right?” “Yes,” I tell his receding back, the second of these like scenes, I tell myself. I watch Charlie walk out of earshot. He doesn’t even look at Neoni, or tell her goodbye, or that he’ll see her later, nothing. I walk over to Neoni. “You alright?” She looks up at me as I walk up, I realize that she is crying again. “This is just so embarrassing, Brian. He is so mean.” “I know, Neoni.” I’d like to hold her, and she looks like she’d like that too, but I don’t. All these people know the two of them. I don’t care what they think of me, but I do care what they think of Neoni. Turning away, she dries her eyes with her handkerchief. I take her arm. “Let’s get out of here,” I say, and lead her away. We walk to the parking lot where I’d left my car and find it quickly. I open it and watch her slide onto the seat. I realize that at this inconvenient time, I am aroused by her. However inappropriate, I cannot control myself any longer. I close her door. “I’m so sorry, Brian.” “Don’t be sorry for me, as far as I’m concerned I got the better end of the deal.” She turns and looks at me, her eyes still red. “The better end of the deal being you,” I say. She smiles, still red-eyed. But it’s a real smile. I round the car I open my door and get behind the wheel. “Thank you, anyway.” I glance at her. She smiles at me. "What did I do?" "Mainly,” she says. “For not being possessive in front of my neighbors. But also for giving me another ride." "I'd drive you right out of this town if you'd let me," I say, starting the car. "Brian, please," she says, looking away. "I told you last night that I can't handle it." I guess I know she is right. Even though I don't intend to, I am pushing her. Last night was good, but I can be a very patient person when I want something badly enough. Arriving at her house, I park in the drive. We get out and I follow her inside. Nothing has changed. Charlie still isn't here. No signs of the momentous occasion we'd participated in last night can be seen. Somehow it seems empty to me and I feel empty at the thought of losing her. Neoni makes lemonade as I sit down at the island counter. Looking out at the back yard, my mind flooded with beautiful memories of the night before. She brings me my refreshment and sits down with a glass for herself. "I'm in love with you," I say quietly. She looks at me with the saddest eyes. "I wish it were that easy, Brian, but it's not. It's just not that simple. I'm married." "Why were you crying yesterday?" She sighs. "It’s so common. Charlie cheats on me, Brian. I've known it for a long time." She looks deeply into her lemonade. "And about a year ago, he came home drunk one night and he beat me." I look up in shock. "Oh," she smiles demurely up at me, "don't feel sorry for me. I gave as good as I got. He's never touched me again." "I had no idea," I say. She smiles again, looking back into her glass. "Back to the reason I was crying yesterday. Marriage is not a casual thing for me.” She looks up at me after that, “After the fight, I thought I'd leave him, but I didn't. I stayed and stuck it out, hoping against hope that he would change." She grimaces and looks away while saying this, I suspect she feels she is a fool for expecting him to change. She looks up at me again and says, "And he did." Sadness fills her eyes. "For a while." Then, her expression and tone turns cold with bitterness and anger. "Yesterday, I discovered for sure that he started cheating on me again and I knew it was over." "So?" I say, genuinely confused. "Let me ask you something, Neoni. You know I love you. If you return my love, then why don't we just run away together?" She looks at me as though I am a child. "Because I'm married. I can't just simply run away. I've got to get a divorce. And I want you to think too, long and carefully. Charlie's your friend. Do you want to end that relationship? If I were to run off with you, you'd be doing exactly that." "Neoni, don't look at me that way. Get a divorce. You're making this much more difficult than it needs to be. As to my history with Brian, it’s simple, I don’t have friends that beat on women!" She smiles at that. "It takes a year to get a divorce in this state, Brian!" "That doesn't mean you have to stay here, does it?" "No, I suppose not." She shakes her head. "I don't really know. I know we bought this house together. It’s increased in value." She shakes her head again in exasperation. Both of us get lost it thought. We’re quiet for some minutes before I say, "Look, Neoni, I'll admit that I don't know for sure, but I think we ought to find out. You need a lawyer, I suppose. Just to let you know, I have some money. You don’t have to worry about things like that. You just have to love me enough." "That sounds beautiful, Brian, and I do love you. I think maybe getting a lawyer sounds like a good idea, though." she says. We drink our lemonade for a while, Neoni running her finger through the rings left on the table from the wet glasses. Finally she drains her glass, and stands up. "I've got to start cooking. Dinner's at seven-thirty. Don't be late." I stand too. "I won't. You know, I don't know where your shop is." She goes to her purse and pulls out a business card from her wallet. "Here," she says. I cross to her, hold her close, and kiss her, but she refuses to let me into her mouth. "We’ll work this out, Neoni.” “I hope we can, Brian.” “Okay,” I say. “I'll see you tonight. And I'll see you before noon tomorrow." "Okay" she responds in a small and I can't help thinking, forlorn voice. When I leave her there, I can tell she is not a happy lady. * * * When I come back that night, Charlie meets me outside. It is a cool night, so I turn up my jacket collar as we walk. "Gonna be a beautiful," he says. “The clouds are gone, the smog is gone. “Look up there,” he points at the sky, “stars a zillion.” He is only wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but as far as I can tell, he doesn't feel the cold at all. "The moon will be almost full. Beautiful." He turns back to the house. I follow him. He sits in the porch swing. I take a seat in a chair near him. “This is a great setting you’ve got here, Charlie,” I comment, to say something. “How much property have you got here?” “Only a half acre. It seems like more because of the forest behind us. It blocks the freeway beyond.” The house seems very still, quiet and I find myself worrying about Neoni. I can hear jazz softly playing inside. I sit there thinking that he’s found us out and maybe beat her again. As it gets darker, the crickets began chirping. "Great game today," Charlie continues, setting the swing in motion. "Yes, it was." We sit in silence for a while. What do I say to a man I don’t like. At last, I hear sounds of movement and the clink of pans from inside. Relief washes over me. "Hey, Brian, you okay?" Charlie has stopped the swing’s movement, and is leaning over toward me, looking at me. I guess I must have showed some symptom of relief. "Yeah, sure. I'm just not used to so much fresh air, I think." "Hell, you looked like you saw a ghost or something,” he comments. I smile at him. “Dinner's almost ready," he volunteers, and begins to swing again. "She say’s no beer tonight, we're having a couple of bottles of good Napa wine tonight." "California wines are very popular now even in New York," I say. "Europe, too, I hear. Wish to hell I owned a vineyard." "Wouldn’t you have to move for that? The wine vineyards are all up north or south of you one way or another." He smiles. "South is okay. There are some good vineyards in Temecula. But Napa, Sonoma, damn, that's where the money is." Neoni pokes her head out the door, smiles at me [in italic’s please] - I am so relieved that she has no bruises on her, and she distracts us from our conversation. "Hi, Brian. Charlie, come cut the meat, would you? Brian, you can come in too. I need you to open the wine." She is gone before either of us can comment. Charlie looks at me and winks. "I guess we've got our assignments." I follow Charlie into his house. "I'm going to the bathroom, hon," He calls out as we walk inside. "I'll wash up and come in and do the cutting when I finish." “Good,” I hear Neoni’s voice from the kitchen. He walks off to the left and I go through into the kitchen, pulling my jacket off. I look at Neoni as I place my jacket over the back of a chair. She is bending, working in the oven, facing away from me. I want to touch her so bad. My mind is fueled by thoughts of her, nude, and available to me, bent, working in the oven. "So, I understand you need the hands of a master," I say, betraying my natural inclinations. I keep my hands precisely down at my sides where they belong in this situation.. This is so uncomfortable for me. I know it must be hell for Neoni. "Do I," she emphatically says over her shoulder, then she turns and indicates two bottles of wine on the counter. One bottle is red and one is white. When I cross to the wine I find they are at the perfect temperature and I open them. "Who's the wine connoisseur?" I ask. She tosses what looks like a harassed smile at me. "I guess I am. I took some classes. Charlie's a beer and whiskey man." I have to admit, the more I find out about Charlie the less I like him. Am I being honest with myself? Is it possible I’m just shutting him off in order to steal his wife. No. He’s a fucking wife beater. "You can put them on the table," she says, indicating the dinner table in the dining room beyond. Charlie passes me, entering the kitchen, as I walk into the dining room. I stay in the dining room, looking at the well-appointed table. The room has the same view of the trees in the backyard that the kitchen boasts. Looking at the trees shadowed against the night sky, I can hear Charlie and Neoni bickering in the kitchen but I can't make out their words. Neoni enters bearing a platter of baked potatoes and steamed vegetables which she places on a steam warmer. She looks at me. She looks so beautiful, if upset. "You okay?" "Oh, sure,”I say. “Yes, Neoni, I'm fine." "Sorry about the bickering in the kitchen," she says. "I didn't notice," I lie. She smiles her thanks and leaves me alone again. Charlie with a very red face, enters after a few minutes later with the platter of meat. Neoni enters right behind him with fresh-baked bread. We sit down and eat. The conversation is mundane, listless, and sparse. Neoni doesn't look at me unless she needs me to pass her something and she doesn't contribute to the conversation. Tonight is nothing like I’d hoped for, or she had planned. I leave soon after dinner. PART FIVE - THE FINAL DAY A bell above the door sounds when I as I open the door and walk into Neoni's shop. It is a delightful hole-in-the-wall place painted in olive and a brown that I don’t know but like, on Main Street filled with her dresses, bags, hats, and etchings. All of which are very pretty. I am impressed. The ambiance of the place is youthful and bright. She glances up at me obviously startled when I come in, but then she smiles. A woman is at the counter paying for her several purchases when I enter and it gives me time to size up the place. She seems the only customer right now, and soon leaves the store. Reunion: Caught Checking my watch, it turned out that the time was later than I thought. I knew I was more than a little drunk. The girls were still out on the dance floor just like old times as the guys, too chicken shit to dance, sat around in a group at a table talking about football and reliving old memories. Jesus, I couldn't get over how strange this weekend had been having my fifteenth high school reunion. "Marc," Steve asked me drunkenly, "Who was that chick you fucked during gym class our sophomore year?" "Two chicks dude," I said taking a drag off my cigarette and holding up two fingers for emphasis. "No way man," said Mike Barbossa from the other side of the table, his every word dripping of disbelief, "I don't remember that." "Yes, way," I said sarcastically, "And you weren't there were you?" The rest of the guys around the table nodded their approval. They knew I never lied about sex. "No, seriously," said Steve again, ignoring Mike altogether, slurring worse this time, "Who was it?" "Brenda Parker and Heather Marshall," I replied, still feeling satisfied from that encounter. "Oh, yeah," said Todd Murphy, "That bitch, it's a wonder your dick didn't freeze off. Nobody could get any of that action." "Well," I said, giving Todd a look, "I guess you lived in the wrong county. Bryerson used to get plenty of action from her." Todd just made a disparaging comment as to what he thought of the sex life of the other star quarterback in the county. Todd Bryerson had been quarterback for our rival school and Todd Murphy's main rival on the football field. But Bryerson and I had been pretty close buddies off the field. On the other hand I had stolen Todd Murphy's girlfriend from him junior year, sort of. At least I'd been a major cause of their breakup. Todd was a looking a little seedy as he sat there, and I was guessing he'd let himself go since high school. Rumor had it that he was a pediatrician somewhere in the Midwest, but knowing Todd's intelligence as I did, I wouldn't be taking any kids of mine (or anyone else's) to see him any time soon. By contrast I was pleased with myself that I'd kept in shape compared to some of my old buddies. Those that worked locally in construction had stayed fit, but most had some layers of fat that bespoke a too comfortable life. I was still rock hard, lean and more muscular than high school and in better shape even than when I'd left the Marines. "Wild times," said Bill Howard disparagingly, giving me a malevolent look, and bringing us all back to reality. I assumed that he must have realized that something had gone on with his wife that afternoon. But he hadn't mentioned it to me or intimated anything along those lines. "Now listen man," I said to Bill, trying to bring him up short, "You're not still sore I took Mary Francis's virginity are you? I mean I know you two had gone out a couple times, but...." There was a general chorus of laughter at the table as we remembered just how pissed Bill had been when he'd found that out. The look he gave me then really was pure evil. I smirked back at him. See how you like that asshole! You can take it and shove it up your ass along with your little pencil prick. I needed some air. "Look gents, I need to take a piss. Hold down the fort for me." I didn't need to piss, but I headed off for the back hallway where the bathrooms were located anyways. We were in the old high school gym where we'd had many a school dance. There were a lot of girls I'd fucked in the janitor's closet next to the entrance to the boy's bathroom too. Man, those were the days. So I headed for the back to reminisce. I was about to hit the bathroom when Jen Howard opened the door of the janitor's closet, with a look of pure excitement on her face! My cock jumped remembering what she's done to it earlier that day. She'd changed her dress since then, and she was wearing a tight cocktail number that enhanced her beauty and figure exquisitely. She also had that same horny look on her face. Over eager beaver we used to call it. And she was drunk, too, which was probably the whole cause of this. But I didn't wait for an invitation, or anything else. I pulled her roughly into my arms right there at the open door, my mouth covering hers. Her arms went around my neck as her mouth opened to allow my tongue access. My hands cupped her ass over the tight material of her dress, and I could squeeze her soft flesh beneath my fingers, as my tongue explored her mouth. Jen was aroused. I could feel it in every inch of her body. She could no doubt feel my bulge pressing against her stomach as I backed her inside the stuffy warmth of the closet. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed for the door behind me, pulling it shut. I broke the kiss and she looked up at me with her dark eyes, her chest heaving. I gave her one of my best smiles. She smiled back, not needing to say anything. I pulled the zipper down on her dress, revealing more and more of her tanned skin. Down the zipper went, breasts sweet ripe breasts spilled out. Two perfect mounds of flesh, erect nipples surrounded by those dusky areolas. She didn't resist when her dress fell off her waist and down to the floor. She stepped out of it, becoming almost completely naked. I pulled off my jacket and undid the buttons of my shirt, revealing my muscular upper body, gold chain dangling from my neck. I took off my shirt as her eyes drank in my chest and abs, broad muscular shoulders, and round biceps. I was a big man at six feet, three inches tall and two hundred twenty pounds. She hadn't seen this much of me, this closely, since we'd last fucked the summer between our Sophomore and Junior years of high school. Back then I was nothing but a well experienced boy. But now I was a man in every sense of the word. And Jen was a woman. Where I was hard and uncompromising, my body like rippling steel, she was soft and welcoming. I had seen her fully earlier in the bathroom. Her physical perfection had ripened in the time since high school. He curves had deepened and she was graceful and fluid. Everything about her drew me into her, made me burn with desire. And my cock eagerly stretched its confines to get out at her. I couldn't resist. Didn't want to. I pulled her naked body close to me, kissing her as I backed her slowly towards the wall. I neither cared that our reunion was going on just outside, nor did I care that I'd just needled her husband. All I thought about was her thighs. My lips trailed down her neck to her ample cleavage. I kissed up the slope of her breast to her nipple, where my tongue teased around it. I sucked her hard tit right into my mouth briefly before releasing it, sending tingles of pleasure down her body to her crotch. My tongue lightly ran across her other nipple. I massaged her one breast while my tongue continued to tease her other nipple. I noticed suddenly, that my cock was very uncomfortable in my slacks. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, I undid my belt and pushed my slacks down a little ways, along with my boxers, freeing up the thing that made me a man. I began to kiss down her belly, and I found her spreading her legs a little. Bill might be her husband, but right now, her pussy was all mine! My lips passed over her belly button and I continued kissing my way down her sexy body. I got to her neatly trimmed bush, and I kissed over it. I could smell the strong scent of her arousal as I drew closer to her treasure. I could smell my earlier cum still inside her! Her legs were as wide apart for me as she could get them, and I kissed the inside of her left thigh. I kissed higher up her thigh, right beside her pussy. I kissed her other thigh, teasing her. She reached down between her legs and, using both hands, gently guided my head to her treasure. I kissed her swollen pussy lips. Jen gasped as tingles of pleasure fired up her body. Her knees bent. Her legs were as wide as they could be. Her hands stroked my hair as my tongue darted out and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top. "Oh yes..." she moaned. My tongue took forever to get to the top of her clit, but the trip was worth it. My hands slid under her bare ass, holding her cheeks tightly as I shot my tongue far inside her hole. I loved her taste, and my tongue licked all around the inside of her needy pussy hole. Her eyes were closed, her toes were curling and uncurling on my shoulders as her fingers stroked my hair. She began to move her pussy up into my face subtly. I sucked the lips of her vagina into my mouth and released them. She gasped as bolts of ecstasy fired up her body. I sucked her swollen slit into my mouth again, and released it with a loud audible 'slurp'. I ran my tongue up and down her lips rapidly, purposely ignoring her sensitive clit. She moaned again, louder this time. I could feel her press my head into her a little harder. Then I lightly licked her clitoris, just teasing it a little. She sighed loudly as a wave of pleasure rocketed up her body. Suddenly, too drunk to be patient, I sucked her clit into my mouth, trapping it there. I ran my tongue back and forth over it rapidly and Jen rubbed her crotch against my face as her orgasm built to a crescendo. She cried out, cumming violently. She was thrashing against the wall and into my face, and it was only because I was holding her ass that she didn't fall over. Her entire body was on fire, her pussy was convulsing. Her feet were stretched out and her legs squeezed my head tightly. It took a few moments for her to relax, and when she finally did, I kissed her swollen pussy lips one more time before I began to kiss my way up her body, standing up. I kicked my slacks down to my ankles as my mouth trailed up her stomach to her breasts. I briefly sucked a hard nipple into my mouth before releasing it and continuing on my journey. My lips kissed up her neck and she turned to me, eagerly finding my mouth with her own. Her tongue darted into my mouth as I positioned my member at the gateway to her wonderful hole. She placed one foot on an empty paint can and I used my strong arms to raise the other leg. She was all mine to do with as I saw fit. I slowly ran my fat dick down the moist lips of her cunt, stopping where she was at her hottest. I was French kissing her passionately as I prepared to enter her. Then I pushed forward, feeling Jen's pussy lips open up and allow me entry. She moaned into my mouth, not breaking the kiss as I slid inside her inch by inch. She was so wet, so horny that I gradually slid entirely inside her in long, slow strokes. Her hands clawed at my back as she felt her pussy filled up to the max with my cock. I was inside her! Ten minutes ago I was swapping stories with her husband and now I was inside her wonderful cunt. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth and the entirety of my nearly ten inches of dick was inside her body. I broke the kiss and grunted and I began to thrust in and out of her using short, fast, hard strokes. I grabbed her by the hair and forced to look straight at me as I fucked her. Her dark eyes were filled with lust; her eyebrows were raised as my monster dick glided in and out of her hungry, needy hole. Her moans were loud immediately, with nary an effort to muffle them. She was breathing loudly, heavily as her needy pussy was filled over and over. Still holding her by the hair, I looked down her lightly tanned body. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with every thrust; her leg was raised up in the air next to me. I looked at her, thrusting harder. Her eyes had glazed over, and her moans were now higher pitched. She looked so beautiful when she was on the edge! The alcohol was all that prevented me from losing it then and there. It gave me incredible longevity as it always had. Jen was losing it again. How many times can this bitch cum, I thought? It just didn't stop! I was so deep! And I stretched her so fucking wide that I thought she's break. "Oh, fuck! God! God! God!" she moaned, wincing. She brought her legs up to wrap around me as my cock pinned her to the wall. She couldn't arch her head back as there was no room. She was gasping for breath when I pressed my mouth against hers. I forced my tongue inside and she struggled to catch her breath. No mercy this time. Her orgasm was finally subsiding when I pulled my mouth away. She moaned again, taking a deep breath as dick continued to poke into her helpless body. I gave her a peck on the lips and slowly pulled my long, steely shaft out of her twat. I kicked off my slacks and boxers altogether and lay her down on the dirty floor. I held my rock hard cock in my hand. Jen's chest was heaving as she found the strength to sit up. My dick was so big, and I was holding it straight up in the air. She slid her hands up my legs until she reached my lap, both of her small hands taking my cock from me. I could not get any harder. She could feel how tightly my foreskin stretched around my manhood. She stroked me lovingly as she bent her head between my legs. I felt her tongue lap at my balls, and I opened my legs a little wider for her. Jen sucked my left ball into her mouth, teasing the soft testicle with her tongue as her hand squeezed my shaft a little tighter. She released me, and slowly sucked my other one into her mouth. I reached down and gently held the back of her head as she lapped at my nuts. I ran my hand through her hair as I watched her stare right at my thick cock. She released me again, and looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes. She stuck out her tongue and I watched it slowly trail up my shaft. It was a long trip as I was huge. She could no doubt taste her pussy on my cock as she licked it. Her hand gently held me upright as her tongue approached the top. She slowly circled the head of my dick and I squirmed. My tip was sensitive. Jen kissed my mushroom shaped head erotically, and smiled up at me. She opened her mouth and slowly slid her lips down my fat cock. I groaned, watching a part of me disappear into this beautiful woman's mouth. I could feel the moist warmth of her mouth slowly engulf me, and her lips were wrapped tightly around my skin. She took as much of me as she could, and I felt myself touch the back of her throat. She held me in her mouth, staring down at my taut stomach and my pubic hair beneath. Finally, she slowly lifted up, gliding her lips along my pole. Suddenly, she began to eagerly bob her head up and down on my crotch. I groaned again, watched her suck me off with abandon. My eyes trailed up her body. She was sticking that gorgeous ass of hers up in the air as she knelt between my legs. Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp she sucked hungrily on my thick dick. I arched my head back, sighing. My hand was still on the back of her head, moving up and down along with her. "Oh, fuck me!" I whispered. Jen pulled my cock out of her mouth. She didn't need to be told twice! The tingling in my crotch grew stronger, and I sank to the floor. She crawled up quickly, straddling me. Her mouth was on mine, and she kissed me urgently. I was conscious of her warm, wet slit pressed against my rod, and I ground against her as I sent my tongue into her mouth. She breathed heavily into my mouth, unable to take anymore. She raised her ass off of me, hovering over me as she reached behind her and underneath her. Her small hand gripped me and raised my shaft straight in the air. I could feel my hardness poking at her entrance, and then she eagerly pressed down on me. Her swollen lips parted again for me again and I could feel her being stretched wide again. She was more excited than when I took her virginity all those years ago. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she moaned, closing her eyes. I watched her arch her head back as her pussy slowly engulfed my rod in her heat. I grabbed her soft ass, helping her ease me inside her. Her pussy was now pressed against me tightly. My rock hard member was sticking high up inside her. I kissed her, my tongue searching her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close as she held me deep inside her. Jen began to raise and drop her ass, slowly sliding her tight cunt up and down my member. I moved right along with her, rising up off the floor to meet her gentle thrusts. My hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly and helped her ride me. I was helping her ride me quicker than she was ready to go. Her face grew even more flushed as she took my incredible cock into her body. She broke the kiss, moaning. I kissed at her cheek, neck and ear as I made love to her. "Turn around without taking me out of you," I panted. We were both gasping for breath. Jen obediently slid her pussy most of the way up my cock, keeping only two inches inside her, and lifted her foot off the floor. With me holding her waist and balancing her, she slowly spun around. My big hands grabbed breasts and laid her back on me. Her nipples were fully erect in my hands, and I could feel her ease her pussy back down on me. Jen laid her head beside mine, turning to me, and her lips were searching for mine. I kissed her passionately as my hands caressed her tits. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as we moved against one another. My one hand released her breast and slid down her stomach. I ran my hand through the curls of her bush and slid my fingers down her slit. My hand rubbed against her tiny clit as I caressed her lips. I could myself enter her vagina over and over. She moaned into my mouth. I began to rub her sensitive clit, driving myself up into her even harder. She moaned a little louder now, still stubbornly trying to maintain our passionate kiss. She was losing it. Jen placed her foot on the edge of the wall, opening her legs as wide as possible. Still expertly rubbing her clit, I began to drive myself up into her hard and fast. Like lightening, my dick fired in and out of her wet tunnel, showing no mercy. She couldn't help it, she broke the kiss. She cried out for salvation, her eyes closed. She was moaning right in my ear, almost there. Suddenly, she was silent. All that could be heard was the quiet sounds of my ass bouncing off the floor. She was wincing, cumming silently. I fucked her through her orgasm, before shoving my cock all the way inside her, holding it there. I held her body close to me as I placed my foot on the floor. Still keeping my cock in her, I lifted us both up. I got her up on her knees, still keeping much of my prick in her. Jen placed her hands floor, and pushed her ass back against my groin. She couldn't get enough! She moaned. I felt even bigger when I was inside her this way! I grabbed her beautiful ass on either side and began to fuck her doggy style. I watched her tanned cheeks jiggle each time I rammed against her, driving my iron manhood up into her extremely tight hole. Then I eagerly began a rapid pace, my balls slapping her ass. Now she moaned softly, heart pounding excitedly. I had one foot on the floor and a tight grip on the sides of her ass, getting full leverage in my thrusts. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap! The sound of me slapping against her was so loud that there was no doubt it could be heard outside if anyone had been listening. I suddenly jammed my cock up into her, holding it there. I slid my hands up Jen's soft, naked body, cupping her tits. I pulled her upright, kissing her neck. She sighed, arching her head back, pussy bursting with cock as my lips trailed up her neck. "Can I fuck you up the ass?" I whispered, hoping. I didn't think she would be up for it, but I was a little drunk so I thought I would ask anyway. "Yes." The magic word came out of her mouth. I kissed her cheek, happily. And my dick slowly slid out of her vagina. Reunion: Caught I spit into my hand and rubbed it into the juice left from her pussy. It would hurt her if she wasn't used to it. It would hurt a lot. But I'd never fucked her in the ass before. My heart pounded with lust at the sight of her gorgeous body. I slipped inside her pussy. I sighed. My cock being out in the open for few minutes made her cunt feel hotter than ever when it enveloped me. I slowly slid in and out of her, gathering juices. I broke the kiss, lifting her up off of me, my cock pulling out of her wetness. Heart pounding. I knelt behind her, resting my huge shaft in between her tanned ass cheeks. I hugged her, kissing her neck. I squeezed her tight, and then released her, and I began to kiss softly down her spine. She felt my lips brush over the bottom of her back and kiss the top of her ass cheeks. I groaned softly with desire. I kissed along the crack of her ass. I kissed her ass again, spreading her cheeks even wider and revealing to me her tight little asshole. Heart pounding, my tongue snaked out and licked it. She sighed, eyes closed. I slid my tongue inside. But I was too drunk and too horny to continue. I had to put my dick in there! I gave her ass a couple more kisses before getting up. I lubed up my dick again. Then I placed my finger at the entrance to her asshole and watched as she opened up and absorbed it. I heard her let out her breath as she felt my finger slide into her ass. I pulled it out of her, coating the entrance with her juices as she remained passively bent over before me. I rubbed my fat mushroom head. I couldn't get any harder! I got into position behind her, holding my big cock straight out and placing it at the opening of her tight little hole. Jen was breathing laboriously. Her ass wouldn't give. I pushed even harder, holding my dick straight and adjusting my aim. Her bud opened up for me and I was able to squeeze my dick into her ass a couple of inches. "Fuck!" she grimaced. I released my dick and grabbed onto the soft sides of her ass, holding her in place. I pulled back a little, and then slid forward, getting half my dick in there. She was hyperventilating. "Go slow!" she grunted, wincing. I began sliding half of my cock in and out of her little asshole, being gentle with her. She sighed. I looked down, watching my white cock slide partway into her tanned ass over and over. I chanced another inch, getting six inches in her. She gritted her teeth, bearing it. For the next few moments, all that could be heard was the sound of our heavy breathing as she tried to get used to having such a big object in her ass. "Can I go further?" I whispered eagerly. "Yes!" she whimpered. Smiling, I gripped her hips a little tighter and slowly eased more of my cock into her ass. She groaned as her anus stretched deeper. I pushed relentlessly, easing my entire length inside her asshole. "So big..." she breathed, holding her breath. I loved looking down at her beautiful ass and seeing it pressed tightly against my groin. I loved feeling every inch of my cock being held in a death grip by her snug little hole. I pulled back, nearly half way out of her. A groan was all Jen let escape as her orgasm exploded inside her. Her entire body tensed up and she had tears in her eyes. I slid back into her, and the orgasm surged through her with even more intensity. She was helpless as I began to fuck her up her ass, slapping against it. I began to move a little faster as she got used to my size somewhat. She had trouble holding herself up on her arms as she took my in her ass even harder. She was gasping for breath, occasionally letting out the odd grunt of pain and ecstasy. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap! I was slapping hard against her ass, picking up the pace even more. Her ass cheeks shook each time I struck them. "No more!" she pleaded, grimacing as her orgasm subsided a little. I eased out of her ass, watching my cock slip out of her hole. She was a helpless rag doll as I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. She lay before me submissively, chest heaving. Her legs were wide open and her feet were high in the air. I grabbed her right ankle with my left hand and my cock with my right hand. I placed myself at the quivering lips of her hungry pussy. Then I pushed my dirty cock forward and easily slipped inside her warmth. She moaned, arching her head back. My cock always seemed to take forever to slide all the way inside her! I watched her pink pussy lips suck in more and more of my shaft until I was pressed against the neatly trimmed pubic hair of her bush. I grabbed her other ankle with my other hand and now held both of her feet high in the air as I held myself inside her for a moment. Her eyes were looking up at me lustfully. I pulled back, my hard cock gliding easily out of her tight, slick cunt. I slammed back into her, taking satisfaction in seeing her eyes close and hearing her moan. I began to fuck her, sliding my tool in and out of Jen as I held her feet high in the air on either side of my face. Without breaking my stride, I kissed all over the bottom of her foot. I held her ankles tightly as I kissed her other one, thrusting my powerful rod into her needy hole. I brought her toes to my mouth, sucking the biggest three into my mouth as I looked down at her pussy. I watched her trimmed mound make my penis disappear, over and over as I sucked on her foot. All Jen could do was watch me, and moan as I did whatever I wanted to her sexy body. With her legs up that high, my normally huge dick seemed even bigger as it banged the bottom of her pussy. She cried, trying to keep the volume down with little success. My thick pole pistoned in and out of her hungry pussy, bouncing her ass off the floor and creating still more velocity. I pulled her toes out of my mouth and brought her other foot over. I kissed that one all over, not slowing my pace. I sucked her big toe into my mouth, watching my cock pull out and push in the pink of her pussy lips. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. I pulled her toe out of my mouth and pushed her feet even higher up so her knees were on either side of her head. I began to fuck her as hard as I could, like a jackhammer my rock hard member pulverized her helpless cunt. She grunted, she groaned, she winced. I was losing it as well, not even the alcohol could nullify the amazing sight before me. I groaned, pumping in and out of her pulsating cunt. I jammed my long cock all the way inside her moist vagina and held it there. Then I groaned as my cock jerked inside her, a long stream of hot cum firing into her defenseless hole. Another thick wad of semen shot violently out the end of my dick and off the back of her convulsing pussy. Jen was gasping for breath, eyes closed, helpless as I shot my seed into her. She couldn't move as her feet were in the air above her head as my nearly ten inch cock shot a river of hot cum into her pussy. I trembled on top of her, released her ankles, and she was able to bring her legs down on either side of me as the last of my jizz trickled into her pussy. I collapsed onto her, kissing at her cheek breathlessly as she ran her hands up and down the muscles of my back. She rubbed her crotch up against me, trying to milk every last drop of my cum as she turned to kiss me. Our lips smacked repeatedly as I softened inside her. She broke the kiss, squeezing me tight with all of her limbs and she looked at the clock. I glanced at my watch and realized I had been fucking her hard for over half an hour! Bill would be looking for her. Shit, fuck, damn, I thought. After a few words of tenderness, we got up and hurridly got dressed. I opened the door and as we stepped out of the closet we ran smack dab into Bill and Steve. "Shit!" I said. Bill looked like he had a devil by the tail as he took in our tousled appearance. Steve just smirked in that knowing kind of way. For some odd reason I remembered him smirking like that just before we'd shared Lisa Wilson together the night of our graduation. But it was Jen herself who brought us all back to our senses. "Well for fuck's sake honey!" she said to Bill exasperatedly, fixing her blouse, "What'd you expect?" I figured a stupid expression would probably serve me best.... * * * Copyright © 2005, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.