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Friday

By: RubieRed



Part I

It's Friday and I've had a long week. I decide to leave the office early, so its about 4 o'clock when I pull into the parking space in front of my favorite salon. My girl Lea works here, and she always knows whats happening on the weekends. I step out of my car wearing my red and white sun dress and matching heels. Noticing my chipped polish on my toes, I decide to get a pedicure along with my regular. 

I walk in, "Rubie! Hey girl hows it going?" Lea comes over to me.

"Great," I give her a quick peck on the cheek. "I've had a long week, need to let loose. Whats going on tonight?"

Lea took my hand and lead me to a back room of the salon. She was going on about a club she had gone to and how much fun she had. While I watched her wiggle her tight ass in front of me.

"That's perfect! So how about you come by my place around 9 and we'll head out." 

"Sounds like a plan, I didn't want to drive tonight anyway," Lea smiles,"I'll have Myra come in shortly.

She walked out the room, and I quickly changed into my bikini and settled down on the massage chair. Shortly after, Myra came in with a short blond girl. 

"Hey Rubie, this is Sandra I'll be working on both of you if you don't mind." 

"Not at all, pleasure to meet you Sandra." I smiled at the cute blond.

"Same here, that's a great suit you have on, I love it. " Sandra winked and went to the dressing room to change. I was wearing a red bikini about a size too small, so it pushed my tits together. The bottoms barely covered the minimum, which was perfect for here, as it wouldn't be in the way. 

Myra was over at the counter preparing the sugar mixture for our bodies. Sandra comes back out and gets comfy in the chair next to mine. She is wearing a peach colored bikini.

We had a good time laughing and talking with Myra for the next half hour or so, while we had our bodies sugared. I convinced the girls to join Lea and I tonight at the club. Myra finished her job and handed us some towels, "See you outside in a few."

Sandra and I headed to the showers to rinse off. I was enjoying the stream of water on my body and I noticed Sandra watching me, my tight top clinging to my breasts. I winked at her and she smiled and continued rinsing her body. I could see her nipples through her thin top, standing at attention. I could even see the outline of her pussy lips. It was hard not to imagine taking it off with my teeth. 

She saw me staring at her and turned off the water and grabbed her towel, with a smile on her face. 

I finished up and went to change back into my dress. I walked out to the main salon and sat on the pedicure chair in front of Lea. 

"Mm, Rubie your looking great in that dress today, " She runs her hand up my leg, "And Myra does wonders." She smiles wickedly at me.

"Now, you better behave or we are gonna end up in that back room." We laugh and I notice Sandra smiling from a few chairs down.

I finished up at the salon around 5:30. I had errands to run and didn't get home until almost 8. Lea would be there at 9, so that left me enough time to shower and do my hair and make up. Lea knocks on the door at a little before nine. 

"Come in, doors open!" I yell from the room. Lea strolls in looking gorgeous. Wearing a black miniskirt and a tight blue top that hugged her tits perfectly.

"Mmm girl you look great!" I kissed her cheek. 

"And what are you gonna wear?" Lea pulls at my short robe. 

"Hell I don't know, come help me look." We walk back to my room, and she goes into my walk in closet. She flips through several items and pulls out a short red dress with a slit up the side, and a low V neck lined with sequins.

"This is perfect, you look great in red!" Lea says as she hands me the dress. I knew this dress fit me skin tight, so I had to find my really thin undies to wear with it. I start to go through my pantie drawer and Lea laughs. 

She hops on to the top of my dresser, "Girl, you must not have heard, no panties tonight babe!" With her sitting up there I could clearly see her bare pussy. 

I laughed and agreed. I threw the dress on over my naked body, no panties, no bra. Topped the outfit off with some high heels and perfume, and we headed out the door.

The club was already packed when we got there at 10. We headed to the bar and ordered drinks. After a few shots Lea had me out on the dance floor, pressed against her as it was super packed. We are dancing all over each other and had caught a little attention. 

After a few minutes Sandra and Myra join us on the floor. They had brought a few people along and were dancing with them. One of them was Myra's very sexy cousin Rich, and he came over to dance behind me. Rich and I had history. It was always a pleasure to spend time with him.

I was still rolling all over Lea's sexy body and he seemed to enjoy it. He was pressed against me from behind and I could feel his cock slowly hardening against my ass. I am dancing and moving my body against both of them. Lea's tits pressed against mine. I move my hand up to pinch her nipple through her top as I feel his hands move to my hips. He is grinding against my ass. 

Lea moans as I pinch her nipple, and she reaches behind me to grab my ass. I know she can feel his cock against the back of her hand. She inches the hem of my short dress up and runs her fingers along my pussy lips from behind. 

"Mmm, wet already are we?" I respond by pressing my ass against his cock, her hand still between us. I feel her hand leave my body and grab his hard cock. He moans in my ear, and Lea leans in and kisses me deeply. Still rubbing his shaft. I feel his hands move up to my chest and he pinches and plays with my tits. 

There are so many people dancing around us, no one hardly notices. I do see Sandra watching from the corner of my eye as she is dancing with another guy. Lea stops kissing me but continues dancing and touching my body. She touches my pussy again from behind me, and easily slides a finger into my dripping pussy. I moan loudly into her ear, and throw my head back against his chest. 

She thrusts her finger a couple of times into me then pulls it out. Her finger is slick with my juices and she brings it to his mouth, he eagerly sucks and licks it clean. Then Lea brings her mouth to his and kisses him hard. I am pinned between them as she kisses him over my shoulder. His cock pressed to my ass, her tits to my tits.

I rub her pussy through her skirt then lift it and play with her hot pussy, just as wet as mine. My finger finds her clit and I rub it roughly. She stops kissing him and tells me she needs a drink. 

Lea grabs my hand and guides me to the bar. We take a double shot each and order more drinks. Sandra comes over with Rich. "Hey girls, having fun yet?." Sandra grins at us. We laugh, "Most definitely!" 

"Why don't you ladies join us over at our booth in the back?" Rich suggests. We agree, grab our drinks and start to follow him back. Sandra grabs my hand and asks me to go with her to the bathroom. I nudge Lea to let her know and head off with Sandra.

Sandra leans against me and puts her arm through mine as we walk to the restrooms. "You too were sure looking hot out there on that dance floor." 

"Thanks, I noticed you watching, did you enjoy the show?" We walk into the crowded bathroom. There's a large stall in back. She doesn't let go of my arm, as she walks towards it. We walk in together and she closes the door. "I did, in fact, I bet if you tried you could tell just how much I enjoyed it."

"Mmm, is that so?" I walked up to her and pulled her close to me. She was wearing a tight black dress with a low v-neck. I ran my fingers down her cleavage, and over her breasts. I pulled the fabric down and let her small tit pop out. Her nipple stood erect and looked so inviting. I pinched and pulled at it until she moaned and closed her eyes. I brought my mouth to her tit and sucked on her hard nipple. With my other hand I picked up her skirt and felt her bare pussy. 

"Mmm nice and smooth. Oh, and very wet, I guess you did enjoy it didn't you." I rubbed at her outer lips and felt her wetness coat my fingers. I sucked on her nipple as I rubbed her hard clit. Her pussy was drenched and I could smell her sweet aroma. I wanted so bad to have my tongue in her hot hole. I shoved two fingers into her tight little pussy, she moaned loudly, "Ooh fuck."

I pushed her back against the wall and knelt down to lick her cunt, I couldn't resist any longer. I licked her slit up and down with my tongue flat against her, long strokes. Tasting her sweetness with my tongue, then I spread her lips with two fingers and flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue. 

"Mmm, ooh yess..." Her sweet moans, and hot pussy, making my own pussy juices drip down my thighs. I began devouring her sweet cunt, tongue fucking her and rubbing her clit with my thumb. Digging out all her juices with my tongue. 

Her moans became louder her breath quick. I stuck two fingers in her pussy and pounded her fast and hard, my mouth clamped onto her clit. Fucking her sweet tight pussy until I felt the walls of her pussy clench my fingers, her body trembling, her cum seeping out onto my hand and down my chin. I sucked up all the cum I could get, licked her pussy clean and got up. I took her face to mine and kissed her hard, letting her taste how sweet her own juices are. 

We straightened up and headed back out into the club. As I walked over to the back booth, Sandra headed to the bar. I noticed Rich had his head back and Lea was whispering in his ear. I scoot in on the other side of Rich. He looks at me and smiles. Lea has his cock in her hand, and she licks her lips at me. She reaches over and pulls my face to hers in front of Rich. 

We kiss deeply and passionately in front of him, I hear him moan as my hand joins hers on his cock. We play with his hard cock for a while, still kissing. He starts licking at my neck, whispering in my ear how much he wants to fuck us. 

"I want to taste that pussy of yours on my tongue," he says, "Feel my cock slide in and out of your sweet hole. You know how much I miss making you cum for me."

He slips his hands under each of our skirts, and starts rubbing at my pussy as he plays with Lea's as well. I moan into Lea's mouth and she reaches up and pinches my nipple with her free hand. 

My pussy is dripping wet at this point and I need to cum so bad. I want so much for him to fuck me right then and there while I licked at Lea's sweet pussy. 

"Baby, lets get out of here. Lets go to your place." Rich says. 

"I think that's a good idea, Rubie." Lea says and pulls away. "I could sure go for that."

We get up straighten out our clothes and head for the exit. 

Rich takes the keys to my car and drives us to my place. When we get inside he cant keep his hands off of us. Lea and I head to the bed and she immediately starts kissing me. Rich is right behind me kissing my neck and fingering my pussy. 

"I want you to lick my pussy baby, no one can do it like you, make me cum for you." Lea says to me. I push her down on the bed and push her skirt up to her hips. I start licking at her sweet pussy, hearing her moan. 

Rich moves behind me and teases my clit with his cock. I moan into Lea's pussy as he slowly drives into me.

He starts pounding my pussy as I fuck Lea with my tongue. I insert a finger into her ass, cause I know it drives her wild. I flick my tongue at her clit and fuck her ass with my finger. 

Rich is pounding my cunt deep and hard I feel his balls slapping against me, I'm so close to cumming already I squeeze my pussy around his cock.

Lea is moaning and screaming and I slip two fingers in her pussy still fucking her ass, I feel her walls tighten around me as she screams that she's cumming. 

At the same time, I feel Rich shoot his hot cum inside me, hear him moan my name. My pussy starts to contract as I cum so hard. I feel our juices dripping down my thigh as I lick up every drop of Lea's sweet cum.

We collapse on the bed, all of us spent. 

Friday



This is my submission for this year's Valentine's Day contest. Since I got only done in the last moment for submissions, I didn't have the time to give the story to an editor anymore - and considering that I am not a native speaker of English, I am sure there are some mistakes in it. I hope you forgive me for those. Once the contest is over I might have the story edited, but I wanted to participate...

I submitted the story into the Romance category, because I thought that is the category that comes closest to fitting the story. However, I don't write my stories by category, so not everyone might see it as a "real" romance story - it is just a story, and I hope you enjoy it.

~~~~~

We are all relationally disturbed. We are all emotional wracks in some way or other. I suppose, it is part of the human condition. We might just not realize it.

Sean and Julia and Rubén and I sit together every Friday night in Sean and Julia's shabby little kitchen, to discuss how fucked up all of our friends are. We much prefer this to going out into town, into the pubs that burst into existence in our once quiet little street as of late. We are crinkling our noses at this neighborhoods new fashionability, as we sit around the heavy oak kitchen table drinking beer and throwing out opinions on any and everyone we know onto the table like trumps in a card game.

Everyone has problems; there isn't anyone who has figured life out. Whatever you do, we can analyze you into a state of deep socio-emotional trauma. If you have too many flings, you surely can't commit. If you have long spells of being alone, you are unable to even connect to people. If you have a new serious relationship, just after the old one ended, you surely are scared of being alone. And if you've been with the same partner since school days, you are much too dependent on them.

We love to shred to pieces every bit of conversation we have had with anyone we know, take their lives apart until only the foulest, darkest, shrillest moments and most unwise decisions they ever took remain. We take everything that happened out of its original context and put it into a new one, lining up reasons and drawing conclusions, always following a logic that is so brutal that no counter argument could convince us of it being untrue.

We do not only know who did what with whom, but we shout out the childhood trauma we suspect behind it, between sips of beer, fall into each other's word in a hurry to prove that the most unhappy of our acquaintances are to be blamed themselves for their misery, but it is not even their own fault, but their parents', do they not know what they do to their children, or no, in reality society itself is behind it, the system fucked them up, and that is the truth behind it, that they are fucked up, damaged beyond repair, they will never reach happiness unless they free themselves completely from their personality and circumstances -- but that will never happen, they will go on blaming everyone else, when really... and do you know who else...

In the pale light of Sean and Julia's kitchen, our faces turn an eager red as our voices rise to a level the neighbors wouldn't accept at this time of night any other day of the week, but today is Friday, and everyone but us is out to celebrate the arrival of yet another weekend. Our voices form a concert of insult and arrogance, a shrill staccato of screams flying across the table like the saliva out of our mouths when we get too eager, mingling in the air, creating a slimy sea in which we drown any positive notion for anyone we care about.

As the level of alcohol in our blood rises, and we finish the last peanuts or potato chips or whatever other unhealthy snack we chose to accompany that week's feast of gossip, the conversation slows down, and certain gaps appear, during which we stare out the dark window, wracking our brains in search of yet another acquaintance, anyone we ever met, that we could rip apart next. We have gone through all our friends -- most of whom we don't see often, and some of whom avoid us more and more, as if they could read the contents of our fridaily discussions in our eyes -- and work colleagues and relatives and acquaintances, and suddenly we notice a certain emptiness in the air, as we are out of things to talk about.

And then, just to fill the emptiness, just to have something to say, I mention meeting one of my ex boyfriends recently, and how something he said or did indicated that he is surely not over me yet, poor thing, and how his obsession with me must mean that...

From the silence with which the others react to my statements I know they don't agree. Julia then takes up her courage, and reminds me, that even my last ex has broken up with me more than four years ago, and in response to this I realize suddenly it is time to go home, I am in a hurry.

On my way down the stairs I take revenge by having my own thoughts about them: Do they think I do not notice how Rubén stares at Julia all throughout the evening? And how every Friday she offers him to stay on their sofa, since he has a long way home? With a grim satisfaction I imagine her sneaking off, as soon as Sean is asleep, into the living room, to Rubén. And Sean, I continue, wanting to give the whole story a more extreme edge, Sean is probably not even really asleep. He lies there awake, listening to Julia's moans and Rubén's groans, and can't help touching himself. And that's maybe the only times he even gets it up anyway. Just because they are my best friends, doesn't mean they aren't fucked up too.

And so I step out of Julia and Sean's house, into a warm summer's night or a cold winter's night, into a wet autumn or a stormy spring. My way home isn't far, just a few minutes to walk, and then up five flights of stairs, I like to stay high above everything, and five stories is about as high as houses get here, for anything higher up I would have to move closer to the centre of the city, and who wants to do that...

I walk through the dirty streets of my neighborhood that were once empty and quiet at night, but now bustle with people tumbling in and out of bars. When I am lying in bed, later on, I will still be able to hear them, shouting on the streets, like they are alone in the world. I glare at them angrily now, because they might keep me awake later. And even more so, because they think this is fun, this is the sense of life: Partying every weekend, running through the streets, happily arm in arm, having beer and wine in all those fashionable little bars.

'Drunkards, all of them!' I think, while I stagger towards my home, pushing plastic bags and empty bottles away from the pedestrian lane with my feet, or hearing the snow creak under my shoes in winter.

The pub inside my house had been the first one. It had existed already whenever I moved in, when this neighborhood was poor and dangerous and my family asked me whether I wouldn't want to live somewhere else, somewhere that isn't in the news every week. When I moved in, the pub had been one of the reasons I chose to live in this house. I had seen myself hanging out there, getting to know the neighbors, making friends. I snigger at my own naiveté each time I pass it now.

I went there only once, on a cool Friday evening in March, a few weeks after I had brought my belongings into my new apartment. That day I did indeed make new friends: Julia and Sean, who themselves had just moved into an apartment nearby, and were having a look at what was then the only pub in the area, too. I don't remember why or how I entered a conversation with them, but their cynical tone, in which they dared to bad mouth anyone within sight, not caring whether they could be heard or not, impressed me. Being part of the conversation ensured not being its topic, and made me feel superior to anyone around.

As the evening turned into night, and the night into the early morning hours, we found ourselves alone in the pub with a moody bartender, who seemed to wish for nothing more than that we would finally go home -- we didn't drink enough for his staying there to be worthwhile, and back in those days the Friday night crowds still gathered in a different part of town. As we weren't done talking yet, I suggested going up to my place, on the fifth floor, in the same house as the pub, but Julia disagreed and said here and Sean's place was more convenient. You can't disagree with Julia on this issue. She doesn't visit other people, she has people visit her. So we went to their place, and from then on, we met there every Friday.

Rubén only joined our group about a year later. Julia brought him along one day, it turned out with the time that she knew him from work, but she didn't do any formal introductions, nor did she explain why she thought him a good addition to our Friday nights; but from then on he was there every Friday.

Julia and Sean and Rubén and me. I only see them on Fridays, but I know everything about them, because I know everything about their friends and families and work colleagues, without ever having met them.

***

Every Friday night, on my way home, I pass the pub, remember how I met Julia and Sean there, and wonder if maybe one day I should go back inside. And every Friday night I decide that I am too tired and that I don't like pubs anyway. Especially if they are as crowded as they are in my area, lately.

And every Friday night, I see the tall, blond guy from the third floor sitting somewhere near the window, by himself, looking into his glass of beer or watching other people play pool.

He is weird, that guy. He always smiles at me when we meet in the hallway, and sometimes he tries to strike up a conversation. I don't like him, though, and always pretend to be in a hurry. He does look nice, there is no arguing there, but maybe that is exactly the problem. He just looks too nice. Always eager to talk, to be helpful when I am carrying bags up the stairs after coming home from the supermarket. One of those people who want to be friends with everyone. And yet he sits alone in that pub, every Friday night.

In fact he has no friends, I bet. That's why he is so eager to talk to everyone.

*****

And then there was that year in which Valentine's Day fell on a Friday. I didn't even realize it at first. I don't think much about Valentine's Day. After all, it is just another one of those imported holidays that no one in their right mind would give any attention to. Another one of those events that dominate billboards and TV commercials, with their tacky hearts indicating what chocolate or diamonds you should buy if you truly love someone. I didn't care, and I had learned to ignore the signs.

On Thursday evening, however, my phone rang. On the other end: Julia. It felt strange talking to her, hearing her voice through my old phone. She sounded so far away, as if she was calling from another country. I suddenly realized that we had never spoken on the phone before.

"We have to skip meeting up this Friday," she said.

I was still too preoccupied with the sound of her voice and the fact that she had called me, to realize what she was saying.

"You know, it's Valentine's Day, so Sean and I decided to have a romantic dinner somewhere... Should be good for our relationship too... I am sure you understand..."

Who are you and what have you done to Julia? I didn't say that, when what she was saying finally sank through to me, but I was close. This didn't sound like her. Since when did Julia worry about her relationship? Since when did she need to worry? Weren't we the ones that were above it all?

"Yeah, sure."

What else was I supposed to say?

Only after she had hung up, I started getting angry. Why did they have to do their romantic dinner on a Friday? Doesn't the week have six other days that work just as well?

I hadn't asked Julia what Rubén was going to do that day, and I didn't want to know. Rubén, to me, only existed in the context of our Friday meetings; he was like a talking addition to Julia's and Sean's apartment. In fact, even though I had heard all about him and his mother and his friend Robert and his crazy boss and many other people from his surroundings, I didn't even realize that he might have a life of his own.

I could have called other friends, too, to fill that gap that presented itself for the following night. But I didn't want to, out of protest. If they were going to go do something else on a Friday night, I was going to sulk. Quite apart, I couldn't think of anyone to call -- of course I knew more people than Julia and Sean and Rubén -- but none of them were people I actually hung out with. I knew them from work, I knew them from choir, and I knew them from way back when... But no one I wouldn't feel weird to call and ask to meet up on a Friday night.

When Friday night arrived, however, and I could hear the sounds of people from the street despite the closed windows, I grew nervous. I spend the whole week at home, every evening after work. I read books; I read internet forums, though I never dare to participate in them. The only exceptions are Mondays and Thursdays, that's choir practice, so those days I get home very late, and do less reading before going to bed. Oh, and on Tuesdays I usually go shopping after work. Saturdays are spent in bed, because our Friday nights get later and later, and on Sundays I visit my mother, I have to do that once per week, else she would start complaining. Generally I work a lot, time passes quickly.

But not going out on a Friday night, not seeing people with whom to talk about whatever I want to talk about, not drinking beer and eating unhealthy snacks -- after a whole week of reading and shopping and choir and work -- that just doesn't work. I couldn't stay at home, it just didn't feel right.

***

Outside, it was cold. I hid my hands inside the sleeves of my coat -- I had forgotten to take gloves along. The snow on the ground was covered with a fine layer of dirt, yet the streets still looked cleaner as they were covered with brownish-white snow rather than the usual mixture of plastic bags and torn magazines. The thin layer of snow and ice on the pedestrian lane creaked under my footsteps, while more tiny flakes were falling from the sky.

As I was about to close the door of the house I live in, someone was approaching with quick steps, his face covered almost completely with a thick scarf, a hat pulled down deep over his face. He hurried to reach the door before it closed completely, to safe himself the effort of unlocking it again. I caught it and held it open long enough for him to be able to slip in, even though my fingers were freezing,-- no one can say I am not nice.

Only when he passed me, I recognized him by the silly grin with which he greeted me. My neighbor. The guy from the pub. I realized that I didn't even know his name. Nor did I care to know it, though. We had talked a few times when he was still new in the house and I had not yet learned to avoid him, and he had probably introduced himself back then, but I don't spend attention to names I don't see as worthwhile remembering.

He looked different today. Usually he was always pushing his bike, carried it up the stairs to his apartment, a bright red helmet on his head. I have a bike too, but it had been standing in the courtyard for at least two years by then, without me ever touching it. It wasn't even locked -- not worth stealing. And I was pretty sure it would fall apart by now if I tried to ride it. 

"Hello," he said, and stopped in the door, forcing me to keep standing there, too.

"Hello."

I rubbed my hands against each other, wanting to show him how cold I was, and how much I wanted to get going, rather than have to stand here in the door and return his smile.

"Cold, isn't it?"

You don't say.

"Sure is... Listen, I am in a hurry..."

"Yes," he smiles. "You are the lady that is always in a hurry."

He looked like he was about to say something else, but I slipped by him, and quickly walked off. I almost felt a bit sorry for him. Idiot.

***

I must admit, I spent at least fifteen minutes in front of Julia and Sean's house, spying on them. That is, spying on their dark window, in the hope of seeing some shimmer of light, in one of the back rooms, glimmering through when they open a door inside their place carelessly -- any sign that they are there, maybe with Rubén, hiding from me, excluding me.

Only when the cold crept through my coat, through my jeans, making me shiver, I realized how stupid I was behaving. What was I going to say if they were to come home just now, and see me standing there, across the street of their building, snowflakes on my bare hat, my hands hidden deep in the pockets of my coat, staring up at their empty windows?

I had to go inside somewhere, I realized. Somewhere warm. One of those many new bars maybe. Drink something. Going home would just have made me feel more pathetic. And there were enough places around that might be worth checking out. All I had to do was pick and chose. I could get reasonably drunk, pretend to have fun, and prove that I didn't need my friends, nor anyone, for that matter.

*** When I entered the pub downstairs from my apartment, I felt frustrated and exhausted: All the new pubs and fashionable bars seemed to have decided that Valentine's Day was their favorite event this year, and a worthy reason to throw single's parties, couple's parties, or just decorate everything with pink hearts. None of these places seemed to fit my mood, none of these places looked like somewhere I would want to be seen in. In the end, only this one pub remained, and it was the only one that looked like every normal Friday.

Stepping into the pub from the cold winter's night, I was greeted by too warm, too dry air, the smell of beer and cigarette smoke, and a mixture of some indefinable music and conversation shouted loudly enough to be heard over the music and the other people's voices. The pub was very full indeed, I could barely see any free seats, and people were standing in a thick crowd around the bar too.

Only in one corner of the room, next to a window, there still seemed to be a free chair at a small table. On the other chair that stood by that table, a male figure was staring into his beer. Too late I recognized him: Just when I realized I saw my neighbor sitting there and was about to turn away and join the crowds at the bar, he looked up and discovered me. With an inviting smile, he pointed at the empty chair opposite him, and as there really was no other free spot, I sighed and made my way through the crowds towards him.

"So the lady who is always in a hurry for once has time to go to the pub?" he said, smiling, as soon as I had sat down.

"Hmyeah."

I turned around to look if anyone was coming around to take orders, or if I had to fight the crowds at the bar after all.

"He will be here eventually, don't worry," my neighbor said.

I nodded, and started taking off my coat to place it over the chair. Then I took my hat off, but instead of placing it in the sleeve of my coat, as I normally do, I fiddled with it in my hands, just to have something to do, just to appear busy.

"By the way, I am Alex", he said suddenly, reaching his hand toward me over the table. "In case you didn't know yet."

"Maria," I mumbled, and after hesitating a moment, I took his hand. It felt nice, somehow. For some reason I had expected him to have sweaty, cold hands, I had thought he was one of those people that never put anything into a handshake, so you feel like holding a rubber glove that someone has filled with water. Instead, his hand was warm and dry and strong.

It was my surprise about this, of course, nothing else, that made let go of his hand a fraction of a second later than was necessary, than was normal, and when I realized it, I felt my cheeks grow hot. Fortunately pubs are dark places around here, so I had hope he didn't see me blush. Instead, just to distract him, or to distract me, or maybe just to have something to do, I started talking.




Friday



"Quite a winter this year," I said. I hate people who talk about the weather. "We haven't had this much snow in years."

He nodded.

"Though it is nice. Better than rain and mud, anyway, isn't it?"

He nodded again.

"Still, I can't wait till spring. I think this year I will try to go to the outskirts more often. Enjoy nature and all that. There are supposed to be some really nice lakes that you can still reach with the city transport."

Yet again, he nodded. I started getting angry. Was this some kind of trick? He was the one who had always been eager for a conversation, hadn't he? Why didn't he say anything?

"When I first moved here, I used to go swimming at this big lake out East," I rambled on. "Forgot the name now, but it is a really popular place in summer, it seems. Was fun though. I don't really know why I stopped..."

The people at the bar all seemed to have their drinks by now, and the bartender was walking around, checking if anyone at the tables needed something, thus saving me from the need to cover the silence between us. After I had got my beer, I at least had something to do, looking into the glass, and taking one big sip after another.

"The Green lake, you mean?" he suddenly broke the silence.

Now it was my turn to nod. He didn't continue talking right away, but finally he spoke again.

"I like going there. I like walking around in the forests there too. I used to hike a lot back home..."

"Where are you from?" I asked.

He named a town whose name ran vaguely familiar, some small town in the South. "I had it very close to the mountains... Used to go there a lot."

Mountains. There weren't any anywhere near here, or the small town nearby in which I had grown up. But my parents took me there on every family vacation when I was little, and until this moment I hadn't realized how much I missed them now that vacation just meant a few weeks without work at home, or extending the Sunday visit to my mom for a few days. I hadn't traveled in forever, I realized. Nor had I been anywhere that could really be called nature.

And suddenly we were in the middle of a conversation, and even though we weren't bad mouthing anyone I had more fun than I had had on any other Friday of the year so far. Or the year before, probably. I don't remember how many beers I had, nor do I remember when we left the pub, actually. It must have been quite late, I remember it being a lot emptier already when we had moved on to the topic of jokes we had liked when we were children, and were giggling and laughing so loudly the bartender felt obligated to turn up the music. By that time, we decided to continue with vodka, instead of beer. After that, my memories get blurry.

***

I hate waking up. One moment everything is warm and comfortable, and my mind is blank, and then, slowly, first thoughts of reality come creeping in, nagging. I try to push them away, but the thoughts come back, they bring their friends who remind me of what I should do today, what I really shouldn't forget to get done, what other things I have to worry about, there are more and more of them, they come crashing over me, and eventually I can't fight them anymore, and I have to open my eyes and admit that I am awake.

This time, when I opened my eyes, I didn't see my own bleak walls that had been in need of a fresh painting for years now. Instead, I looked at something resembling a jungle. On closer look, it was a collection of plants in various sizes that were standing along the walls and around a balcony door and window. Outside the window, there was the usual dirty-looking winter sky; thick grey clouds prevented me from estimating what time it was.

I was lying on a couch, covered with a thick blanket in freshly washed linen. It smelled strange, different than the washing powder I use at home, but nice and comfortable. Looking around, I could see my jeans and pullover lying crumpled up over a chair.

As the memory of the last evening slowly came back -- though never further than to the first few drinks -- my heart started beating wildly. I was sure I was in Alex's apartment. Did this mean we...? Even drunk I couldn't have... I mean, this was my annoying neighbor! The one I couldn't stand! The one that always had this cheesy grin and big need for conversation...

With relief, I suddenly realized that I was still wearing my underwear and T-shirt, which made it unlikely anything in that direction had happened. And a moment after realizing this, a new, strange emotion crept up. Almost like... disappointment?

Before I could linger on this thought, the door opened and Alex carefully looked into the room.

"Ah, you are awake." He pushed the door further open. "How do you feel? I made some coffee, and I could give you some headache pills."

Only now I realized that indeed, I would probably need some headache pills. A few minutes later I was dressed and sat at his kitchen table, in front of me a big mug of coffee. He offered to make some scrambled eggs, too, but the thought alone made me feel horribly sick. Instead I chewed some dry toast, but even a little bit of toast was too much, my stomach protested. I pushed the plate aside, and instead turned to Alex.

"How did I end up sleeping here anyway? It's not that my place is very far away..."

He grinned. "You don't remember much of last evening, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Well, you just didn't seem so well, and I was a bit worried about leaving you alone, so I thought it is a better idea to have you sleep here."

Somehow I wasn't sure that was the whole explanation, but I left it at that. I was still tired and felt the need for a hot bath, and my bed and bath tub were only two flights of stairs away. Yes, a hot bath would be a good idea. I needed to think. Or better, to switch off all thought. Suddenly I was in a hurry.

Alex looked a bit disappointed when I said I had to go.

"See you around," he called after me, as I walked up the stairs to my place. I turned around for a moment and smiled. Standing in his door, his cup of coffee still in his hand and his hair obviously not brushed yet, he suddenly didn't look quite as annoying as usual.

***

I was strangely busy the next week. On Saturday I had spent most of the day in the bath tub, and on Sunday I visited my mom, like every Sunday. During the week, though, all kinds of tasks seemed to constantly send me up and down the stairs of my building. 

I was late for work almost every day, because when I was about half way to the train station I suddenly realized I had forgotten my gloves or my hat upstairs. I brought down the garbage far more often than I usually do, and I left the house again on three days to go shopping.

However, I only met Alex again on Thursday. I had been thinking that now it would be rude if I wouldn't spend a few minutes talking to him -- but this time I was really in a hurry. I was on my way to choir practice, and as I had been late for every single practice in the last three months, our conductor had threatened to throw me out of the choir. I had to be in time this time. Running down the stairs, I almost bumped into him as he was carrying his bicycle up to his apartment, the helmet still on his head. 

He just grinned. "In a hurry again?"

"Yeah, I am really sorry, can't talk just now... let's meet up sometime."

I wasn't sure why I said that -- just to not be rude, I assumed. After all, he had taken care of me when I apparently had had more than just one drink to many. I had to be nice to him now. Of course, why else?

"How about tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow? Hm, well, tomorrow is Friday and..." suddenly I remembered last Friday, Julia's phone call, my anger at her and Sean for breaking our string of I-don't-know-how-many years of constant Friday meetings. "... Friday is great. Yeah."

I wasn't quite happy with how I had finished that sentence, but there it was, and Alex didn't seem to see any problem with it. His smile just got bigger.

"Great. Pick you up at nine, then?"

I nodded and then sprinted on down the stairs, out of the house, and made it to choir just in time.

***

I hadn't expected to be that excited about a date to which I had, after all, just agreed in order to spite Julia and Sean. And Rubén, I suppose, though I did not much care about spiting him or not -- after all, it hadn't been his fault. I got home from work at about six, and after a long shower, some time in front of the mirror, which must have had the shock of its life to see me actually looking inside it, and the realization that all my clothes looked the same and it thus didn't much matter what I wear, I still had to pass two more hours before Alex would come to pick me up, as he had said.

My phone rang, and made me hope for a distraction, but a short look onto the caller ID revealed that it was Julia calling my home for the second time in all her life, and I decided to refrain from answering her. What, after all, should I say?

I had called her earlier that day, from work, when I knew she was not going to be at home either, to leave a message on her machine explaining that I would not be there tonight because I had a date. This was all I wanted to tell her, I felt no wish to give any additional explanation. After all, she was likely to ask just who I had a date with, which would have forced me to lie. Alex was one of the people I had been talking about occasionally on our Friday meetings.

He had been a good topic -- the way he always smiled and wanted to talk. How religiously he seemed to cycle everywhere, and always wear a helmet with it. Someone who behaves like that can't be normal, can they? I had known very little about him, so I made things up to keep the conversation interesting. I am sure the others realized that, but still, my made up stories would have formed their opinion of him, and they even had influenced the way I myself thought about Alex.

But even considering how much I had said about him wasn't true, why did I even want to go out with this guy? Why was I sitting here like a teenage girl waiting for her first ever date, heart beating wildly? And when the doorbell finally rang, why did I jump up so quickly I knocked over the beer I was drinking to calm myself down?

***

We chose a different pub that day, for varieties sake. One that was further away from our house, crowded as all of them were on a Friday night, but we had found a small quiet corner where the music blasting through the place didn't reach a level at which it would completely prevent conversation.

They had armchairs and sofas here, instead of the normal uncomfortable pub chairs, so we sat slumped into our corner, turned toward each other, and the wine I was drinking this time helped me to forget my excitement and feel more at home.

Alex was more talkative this day, and I just let him talk. After a while I found myself staring at his mouth, barely listening to his words. He had nice lips. Had I noticed those before? I couldn't remember. I wondered if he would try to kiss me. What would I do then? After all this was the guy I couldn't stand... But he would be too shy to kiss me anyway, he looked like the type who was too shy to do that. Oh how I hated guys that are too shy...

And suddenly I wondered if this even was a date? Of course, I had only agreed to meet up to spite Julia and Sean. But he was supposed to mean it as a date. What if he didn't? Maybe to him, this was just two neighbors meeting up for a few drinks and some conversation.

He asked something and I just smiled and nodded -- I hadn't heard his question. He looked confused. Whatever he had asked, nodding quite obviously wasn't the appropriate response. I hesitated. And then, without quite knowing myself why I did it, I was suddenly kissing him.

For one scary moment, as my lips touched his, I feared he might not respond to my kiss. But then I felt his lips open slightly, tasted his mouth, entered it with my tongue, to retreat again right away, trying to coax his tongue into my mouth... It became a surprisingly long kiss.

When finally we let go of each other, he still looked confused, but to my relief also quite pleased. We both turned back to our drinks. I was wondering if I should say something, when he finally spoke:

"Strange, I had somehow thought you don't particularly like me."

I didn't quite know what to answer, and he saved me the embarrassment by kissing me again.

***

The evening was over much too fast, somehow. Suddenly we stood in front of our house, still in the middle of conversation, interrupted by kisses every now and then. Neither of us wanted to say good bye just yet.

"My place or your place?"

Stupid thing to say, but Alex grinned. Of course.

"Mine is two flights of stairs less up."

That was a strong argument -- I had drunk far less than the Friday before, but walking up five flights of stairs was still not my idea of fun just now. Thus, a few minutes later, I sat on the same couch I had slept on a week earlier, looking at the jungle of plants that decorated the room, while Alex was in the kitchen making coffee. I had wanted a beer, in fact, but he had none in his house.

Once again I wondered what I was doing here. I stared at the green growth coming from the assembly of pots by the window. What man kept plants in his house, instead of beer? I thought of the way he had spoken of his hikes in the mountains -- what did I want with a nature person like him? I was quite obviously a city girl. Even if I was one that never went to bars or clubs or used much of the possibilities this city offers. For a moment I considered to just leave, go upstairs, to my apartment. Turn on the computer, like every evening. The evening out with him had been nice -- but wasn't this all bound to lead to a failure?

Before I could make up my mind, he was back from the kitchen, sitting back down on the sofa, next to me. It would be rude to leave just now, of course. And the cup of coffee he handed me gave me something to do, at least.

Once again, we talked. It was strange, actually, how much we could talk about -- without ever resorting to similar conversations as those I had with Sean and Julia and Rubén. We spoke about our childhood and we spoke about the places we would like to travel to and we spoke about future plans I hadn't even realized before I had.

I can't say how long we sat there, just talking. I don't think I talked that much with anyone, in all my life. Only when the sky outside the window slowly started turning from black to a very dark gray, did we grow quiet. We were still sitting on the sofa, my head leaned against his chest now, I could feel his heartbeat and slow, even breaths. It wondered a bit whether this position wasn't uncomfortable for him, but he didn't say anything. For me it was nice, warm, and somehow much warmer than my own cold bed in my own cold apartment. I closed my eyes, and slowly felt myself drifting off to sleep.

The touch of his hand on my hair made me wake up again, and I opened my eyes and turned my face towards his. The light in the room was dim, but I could see his eyes, looking into mine. His lips, so very close to my mouth, approaching it. I could feel his breath, and then the touch of his lips again, like earlier in the bar and on the way home -- but different somehow. This kiss seemed more intimate, softer and yet full of longing... I put my arms around him, leaned backwards until I came to lie on the sofa, pulling him with me, on top of me. I wanted to feel the weight and warmth of his body on mine.

My whole body was aching to be touched -- I had forgotten, that I had wanted to leave many hours ago, that meeting up with Alex was meant to be just to spite my friends, to not have time for them either, as they had not had time for me. I had forgotten his annoying constant smiles and silly bike helmets. All I could think of was that I didn't want this moment to stop. That is, in fact I wasn't thinking at all. I was just feeling his lips, feeling his hands that carefully, through the fabric of my clothing, started exploring my body, felt, how I wanted them to be more daring. And I felt his skin under my own hands which in their turn had started to explore his body, sneaking their way under his shirt...

I moaned in disappointment, when he broke our kiss, but then his mouth searched for my neck instead, started kissing me there, biting me lightly, and the disappointed note in my moan turned into one of pleasure. His hands had now finally found their way under my shirt, too, and he pushed his fingers underneath my bra. When his other hand searched for that place between my legs, started rubbing against it through the fabric of my jeans, my moans grew louder, and inadvertently my hips started moving, I started pushing against his hand -- I wanted to feel more.

Finally though, he stopped and sat up, then first took off his shirt, and I quickly did the same thing. In a way, I would have preferred for him to undress me, but I was impatient suddenly, maybe I was afraid he might stop, or I might come to my senses? He helped me out of my bra and my jeans, though. Then I lay back on the bed again, now wearing nothing except for some black and quite plain underwear -- it had been only today that I realized that I didn't own any really nice ones anymore, the thought that anyone who got to see them would probably just be eager to take them off anyway had always been my argument against spending too much money on them. Now I regretted this choice a bit.

He didn't seem to mind though. He looked at me and smiled again -- but his smile was different this time, like the amazed smile of someone who can't yet fully believe this was really happening.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, and for some reason it didn't sound corny, it just sounded like he really meant it.

We started kissing again, his body pressed against mine. He was still wearing his jeans, but I could feel they were getting tight... I searched for the fly with my hands, and tried to open it. Strangely, my hands seemed to be shaking a bit -- was I nervous? He helped though, and soon he, too, was only wearing his underwear, underneath which I could see a big bulk in the dim light of the room.

I lifted my hand toward that bulk, touched it at first only lightly with my fingers, rubbed against it then a bit stronger, before I slipped my hand inside his underwear and took his manhood into my hand. It felt hard and warm and smooth. In response to my doing, he closed his eyes, and opened his mouth a bit. As I moved my hand slowly up and down, my fingers wrapped around his erection, his breath got faster.

After a little while he opened his eyes again, moved a bit away from me, then came to sit between my legs, and took off my underwear to gaze at my pussy with the same expression of amazed admiration on his face that he had had earlier, when he had looked at my almost naked body. Then he kneeled down, approached it with his face, each of my legs to one side of his head, and at first observed it, carefully touched it with his fingertips, parted the labia, looked at it -- as if to find his way around better.

When he finally touched me with his tongue, circling the area of my most pleasurable spot, a shiver went through my body. I had forgotten just how good that felt. How long ago since last someone had done that to me? My last boyfriend hadn't been very fond of going down, and the few sexual encounters I had had since then hadn't involved any oral sex either...

It took me a little while until I felt I could fully relax; just give in to everything I was feeling. Somehow, at first, I was worried. I wasn't sure even then what I was worried about, but somehow a memory of the last guys I had been with, who had somehow managed giving me a feeling of not being quite adequate, still lingered in my mind. Alex was different though. The way he had looked at me... Also he was quite skilled with his tongue, and I soon forgot everything else, as I felt a strong arousal welling up in me, wanting release. And he was quite willing to help me reach that release.




Friday



After my orgasm, he let me catch my breath for a few moments, holding me in his arms. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me, though. I hadn't realized how much I wanted to be close to him, until this moment. Somehow part of me had still assumed I was just doing what one does in those occasions; I had thought I was just having another of these meaningless encounters, this time with my neighbor, to satisfy the needs everyone has sometimes. But now I realized this was something I had been missing for a long time, without realizing it, and I was a bit afraid of that time, far away in the future, when this night would be over.

He interrupted my thoughts, as he shifted his body over mine and started kissing me again -- I could taste my own juices on his lips. He was still wearing his underwear, though through it I could feel his manhood pressing against my stomach. My hands searched for it, trying to free it, pushing down the underwear. He broke our kiss again, to sit up and take off that last bit of textile that separated us.

"Do you have..."

I didn't finish my sentence, but he nodded, and reached down to the floor, to his jeans, to fish a condom out of the pocket. I could barely wait for him to put it on.

When he was again lying on top of me, and with the help of his hand guided the tip of his manhood into my waiting sex, for some reason and only for the fraction of a second, the thought "If my friends could see me now" wandered through my head. Then, though, he slipped all the way inside me and pushed all thought out of my head, as he started moving in me a bit too careful at first, but then started picking up speed, making me moan loudly with each thrust...

***

Much later, as we were lying exhausted next to each other, my behind pressed against his stomach, his arms wrapped around me, I suddenly realized that I hadn't felt like this in years. A strange, tired yet wonderful feeling that was taking over all of my body. I couldn't think of any other name than happiness. I had always assumed I was happy -- happy with my life, happy with whom I was, happy with the feeling of knowing something all the others don't... Only now I realized I hadn't been happy in years. And now that I was, I must admit, it was a bit scary.

Maybe I wanted to get rid of that thought, maybe I wanted to bring some feeling of reality back into the situation, or maybe I just didn't want to fall asleep just yet -- otherwise, I don't know why I asked him this question.

"So... why are you always sitting alone in the pub on Friday nights?"

He didn't answer right away, and I assumed he wasn't awake, when he suddenly said, quietly, with a voice I couldn't quite interpret: "Don't know, really... Just an old habit, I guess..."

***

My friends Sean and Julia and Rubén and I sit together every Friday night in Sean and Julia's shabby little kitchen, to discuss how fucked up this world and the people inside it are. We love slandering everything and everyone we know, it is a kind of hobby, you could say.

Sometimes my boyfriend Alex joins us. Not every time, though. Sometimes he prefers going to the pub, or doing something different. My boyfriend Alex -- this phrase still almost sounds a bit strange, but I am getting used to it. Don't think he wouldn't still sometimes get on my nerves with his stupid constant smiling and his obsession with plants and with the way he looks with his silly favorite winter hat underneath the bike helmet. He does. But then again, who is perfect? And besides -- who wants someone perfect? I certainly don't. That'd be boring, I'd have nothing to talk about the days he doesn't join us.

It looks like Rubén has a new boyfriend too. It did surprise me a bit: I have known him for several years, and he mentioned his ex-boyfriend Robert many times, but I had never spent attention to it. I just wasn't listening very much when the others were talking. And maybe I was also a bit too convinced that he is giving Julia longing looks, and of the story I had made up around those supposed looks. He might bring him along to one of our Friday meetings soon, he said.

I am still looking forward to those Fridays, I like sitting in Julia and Sean's kitchen, and I like our late night conversations, even though I go home earlier than I used to, these days. And there are some Fridays that I don't go there at all, that instead I make some plans with Alex. For example, as soon as the weather gets better we are planning a weekend trip to the mountains. There are enough Fridays in the year. And, after all, it can be a good idea to break with old habits every now and then.



Friday



Friday's are usually a chaotic day, so I like to get out of the office for a little while to clear my head. My favorite place to go is a little pizza place in the shopping plaza next to the medical office complex I work in. It's got good food, and the staff is always really nice. 

A little about me... I'm Megan, and I work in a doctor's office as a medical secretary. I'm 5'4" and about 110 pounds. I have longish strawberry blonde hair (although a little more blonde than red) and a 34B chest. I'm the mother of a 6 year old boy, and through some hard work managed to never lose my pre-mom figure. I think I look pretty good, and I like to dress nice for the office.

I usually wear nice dresses or business suits, and always wear thigh high stockings and heels. I also like to put on some fairly sexy lingerie under my professional looking suits. On occasion, when I wake up and my body is almost vibrating from being so horny, I will skip the panties and cherish the naughtiness of feeling my bare ass and pussy on the fabric of my dress or suit. 

One particular Friday I woke up earlier than my alarm because I had a sexy dream and was very worked up. As I got my day started, I couldn't help running my hands all over myself in the shower. Hearing "Mom, I'm hungry" come from outside the bathroom snapped my out of my horny haze. I threw on a robe and made my son something to eat. 

Just as I was finishing that, the nanny arrived and I went to finish getting ready for work. It was a nice warm, and sunny early June morning so I decided to go with more of a nicer sun dress today. As I reached for my underwear drawer I again felt my body shiver with excitement and decided to not wear any panties. I knew I would feel wickedly sexy as the breeze went through my dress and past my bald pussy. 

Work was indeed chaotic, and patients were trying to cram in last minute appointments all morning. As my lunch break approached, I handed off the phones to the call service and headed out the door to my little hole in the wall pizza joint. 

As I walked through the door I saw that it was completely empty as usual. I'm not so sure that this place is doing well at all. The only time I see any more than one or two people here is when the dance school next door in the plaza lets out on a Friday evening. Could be because it's on the non-street facing side of the plaza, or maybe the plethora of other pizza joints in town. 

I walk over to the table I usually sit at, and take a seat. Sandra, the cook/owner/waitress, sees me from the kitchen and smiles. 

"Kim, Megan's here!" she shouts at her daughter Kim who is a waitress there. 

Kim saunters over with a big smile and asks how I was, and how my son was. We make a little small talk and then she takes my order. 

As she walks away I hear Sandra talking sternly into the phone. I can't make out what exactly she's saying since the table I like to sit at it right next to the soda machine, and it's a bit loud. I can only suspect that it's her ex-boyfriend (and Kim's dad) that she's arguing with. It was his idea to open the pizza place, and after about 6 months he decided it wasn't for him. So, he ran off with the other waitress who was Kim's age and actually graduated high school with her the year before. Needless to say, he wasn't too popular around the pizza place. 

Sandra hung up, and after threw my slices into the oven, she came over to talk. She plunked herself down in the chair across from me and sighed. 

"The ex?" I asked.

"Yeah." She replied with a sigh. "He wants me to sell the shop and give him half of the money. I keep telling him that's not going to happen because a) it was mostly MY money we used to start up, and b) that we're basically failing now and any money from selling would barely cover the debt. He just doesn't get it." 

I gave a sympathetic shrug and Sandra got up to check on my lunch. 

As she walked away I admired her body a bit. 

Oh, I forgot to mention that I do have a bit of a bisexual side and am attracted to women. 

Sandra is cute. She's about 5'6/5'7. 130 or so (small love handles) and 34b I guess. She's got a bit of a haggard look lately, but I think that's mostly the problems with the shop and her ex. She was much more upbeat and sunny when they first opened. She usually wears pretty tight jeans and snug baby doll cut t- shirts. 

As I watched her walk toward the kitchen I felt my pussy tingle as I looked at her ass. When she was out of sight, I looked over toward Kim. Now, she was very sexy. She liked to wear short, tight cut off jean shorts and fairly light tank tops. I noticed that today she wasn't wearing a bra, but instead just had on 2 tank tops. I could see her firm, perky 34Cs clearly defined. She has a fairly small frame, and is about 5'5" and only about 95 or 100 pounds. That made her tits look even better. Especially today. 

I sipped my Coke and heard the door bell go ding. I looked up and saw a very handsome man stroll in. He was maybe in his late forties or early 50s, tall and had a trim sturdy build. He had kind of a George Clooney ER days look to him. He was dressed well in a very nice suit. He had a large worn looking camera case with him. 

He sat at a table by the counter. Kim got up to go take his order and I could see that she liked what she saw. He was pretty handsome. He too looked like he was enjoying the view. As she walked away to get his drink his eyes never left her ass that was being barely held in by the tiny shorts she was wearing. 

From where I was sitting I could see into the kitchen, and Kim was in there somewhat frantically describing the new customer to Sandra. As Kim came out with his drink, I saw Sandra poke her head out and give him the once over. She ducked back, and as she did she looked at me and gave me thumbs up and a wink. 

This pretty much repeated itself as Kim brought him his slices of pizza. I think Kim sort of sense he was checking out her ass, because she sauntered much more slowly back to the kitchen this time. 

He took a couple of bites of the pizza and loudly exclaimed, "Wow! This is some of the best pizza I've ever had! Can I talk to the cook?"

Sandra and Kim both came out of the kitchen. He repeated his compliment, and this time slipped in a compliment about the good looks of Sandra and Kim. 

I could see them both blushing a bit, and sort of mesmerized by the handsome and charming man. 

"How come you're so empty on a Friday lunch hour?" he asked.

Sandra gave him a quick rundown of their troubles, the lack of business, and their building debt.

"My name is Nathan. Maybe I can help. I'm a producer and photographer for several food shows and magazines. 

I would love to do a story on you and your pizza place. Maybe even get you highlighted on a show."

Sandra and Kim were speechless. 

He looked over at me, and said "Wow, you even have great looking customers! I can take a whole spread now."

I couldn't help but blush myself. He was pretty damn handsome. 

Sandra began to protest a little saying that she wasn't looking that good today. Kim didn't protest one bit. She knew she looked good, and was showing off a lot of her "assets". 

Nathan calmed Sandra down and reassured her. "You all sit down, and I'll get some more drinks and we'll talk about some details." He said as he walked into the kitchen to the soda fountain. 

He came back out a couple of minutes later with three drinks and even motioned me over to the table. 

Sandra, Kim and I sipped on our Coke's as he explained the process. 

"I'll take some quick shots here today. Get some of the place, you two and one of you (he said looking at me). 

Then I'll get a customer review to add to mine (again looking at me). Then I'll run it all past the writers and see about getting it into our local magazine chain."

Sandra was starting to primp herself and straighten up. 

Nathan took out a very large camera and a smaller video camera. He explained the pictures would be good to use, but he only had his small personal video camera with him so he would have to come back with a camera crew. He had them pose in front of the sign by the front door, and then in the opening to the kitchen by the oven. 

As he was taking their pictures, I started to feel my head getting a bit fuzzy. I couldn't tell if it was all the excitement about the camera, or that a handsome man was taking pictures of two women that I found attractive. I took some more sips of my drink to try to shake off the fuzz. 

Nathan then asked to take some shots of just Kim. He took a picture, and then suggested that she rise up the bottom of her tank tops a bit to show her flat belly. She looked a bit dazed, but reached down and did as he asked. 

She raised it a little, and he then reached over to her and moved it up to right under her tits. 

I looked over at Sandra to see her reaction, but she was just sitting there watching. She looked like she was feeling the fuzziness too. 

He then told Sandra to go stand next to Kim. She popped up and did as he said in an almost robotic fashion. 

Then he looked at me and instructed me to go lock the door to the restaurant. In my head I wanted to ask why, but I found myself just getting up and going to do it. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't able to really disregard him. 

When I got back to the table I saw that he had both Sandra and Kim's shirts up high enough to be showing off a good amount of under-boob each. Both of their pants were unbuttoned also. The flies were opened and you could see the tops of their panties sticking out. 

They just stood there without protest. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Sandra wasn't even raising a fuss. 

"Why don't you two just take those shirts right off?" he instructed as he picked up his video camera. 

I now wanted to protest, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to do it. I looked down at my drink, which was now almost empty and noticed a bit of a film on the bottom of the cup. Holy shit, we've been drugged! I though. 

I looked up again and saw that Sandra now had her shirt off and just her bra left. Kim was standing next to her completely topless. My pussy began to drip as I saw her young, firm tits right there in front of me. Her nipples were standing straight out from maybe the air conditioning or maybe from excitement. 

"Kim, why don't you undo your mom's bra and also pull down her jeans." Nathan instructed. 

Kim moved toward her mom and reached around to unhook her bra. After it fell down away from Sandra's older, but still beautiful tits, Kim reached down and started to pull her jeans down. Sandra was wearing some plain cotton panties, which were really nothing special. 

Nathan was sitting there filming the entire thing. I noticed that he at some point had unzipped his trousers, but still had his cock in his boxers. 

He then told Sandra to take off Kim's shorts. In her drugged daze Sandra reached right down and slid the very tight shorts down her daughter's legs. Kim, unlike her mom, had on some fairly see-through front thong. Her firm legs moved all the way up the side and I would see her taught, beautiful ass. 

"Now each other's panties," ordered Nathan. 

They both complied, and in a few seconds both were standing completely naked. They both had completely shaved pussies. I let out a little gasp when I saw their nakedness in front of me. 

Nathan heard me and looked over. "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you. Come over here and sit next to me. As you do, take off your dress." 

I was powerless to defy him. I stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. As I got there I slipped the straps of my sundress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. There I was standing with only a strapless lace bra, thigh high white stockings and white strappy heels. 

"Well, well, well," Nathan said. "Looks like someone decided to go commando today. Maybe hoping to get a nice fuck, or maybe flash her pussy at some lucky guy?" He asked. As he did so he noticed that I was transfixed on Kim's young tight body. 

"Oh, maybe not a guy, but a hot young woman to show yourself off too." He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You just may get that chance."

My pussy was almost overflowing as he whispered that into my ear. 

He turned his attention back to Sandra and Kim. "Ok, you two. I think it's time to give me a show." 

"Kim, start rubbing your hands all over your mom's tits and ass." 

Kim, still without any protest or hesitation, reached over and started to caress her mom's breasts. She started to rub her nipples between her fingers, and kneed her whole tits. 

I could see a mix of emotion of Sandra's face. She looked to be trying to protest, but she was also opening her mouth and letting out little moans of pleasure. 

Without any instruction, Sandra reached over and started to run her hand over Kim's cunt. Kim let out a sigh and began to slowly hump her pussy onto her mom's hand. 

I looked over and saw a tent in Nathan's boxers as he filmed the hot scene in front of him. 

"Kim, I think your mom needs to feel your tongue in her mouth as she's rubbing your cunt," he said. 

With that Kim and Sandra moved their moths together and began to kiss each other with a burning lust. Kim now started to rub her mom's pussy too. I could see here middle finger start to slide into Sandra's hungry cunt. 

Nathan looked over at me and told me to get on my knees in front of him. 

I didn't want to. I wanted to taste Sandra and Kim. Not the cock of some stranger who drugged us and is now forcing my two friends into an incestuous act. I couldn't stop though. Whatever he gave us removed any and all free will, and any shred of inhibition. I kneeled in front of him. 

"Take out my cock and start sucking, you slut!" he barked. 

I freed his cock from his boxers, and it sprang straight up at me. It was actually quite a nice one. I guess that makes sense since he was so good looking. I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around the head. It was thick, and I actually had a bit of tough time getting it all in my mouth. 

I felt him grab the back of my head and push. "Deeper!" she barked again. I obeyed and worked his thick, maybe 8 inch tool, into my throat. 

"Good girl," he moaned.

Taking him deep was eased a bit by how turned on I was from the moaning coming from behind me as mother and daughter fingered each other. 

"Sandra, get on your back and slide your head under Megan. She's sucking me good and deserves something in return."

I felt a body slide under me and stop directly under my bare cunt. Then I almost stopped sucking, stopped breathing, stopped thinking as I felt Sandra's tongue hit my pussy lips for the first time. I moaned on Nathan's cock as her mouth found my clit. 

I then felt her moan into my cunt. I moved my eyes up, and in the reflection on the glass soda cooler door saw Kim kneeling down and devouring her mom's pussy. 

We kept up this moaning, writhing, and dirty chain on for about 10 more minutes or so. 

"Everyone get up!" Nathan commanded. 

We all obeyed immediately. For the first time though, I could feel myself being able to think more clearly and resist. I didn't want to though, and I couldn't let on that I was coming out of the effects of the drug. I hated Nathan, but I loved what he was having us do. 

"Kim, slide your cunt down onto my cock. Sandra Get down between her legs and lick her pussy and my cock as I fuck your daughter's tight cunt. Megan, get behind Sandra. Slide two fingers into her cunt, and then when they are both dripping wet take them and slide them into her ass, as you put two more into her pussy again. Then finger fuck the shit out of her." 

I watched as all the parts of the puzzle moved into place. Kim faced toward Sandra and me as she lowered herself on his cock. Her eyes bulged and she did so. 

"Damn!" Nathan exclaimed. "She so fucking tight!" 

"Did I just popped your cherry?" he asked Kim

She nodded, and I saw a little tear escape her eye. 

"Good!" he laughed callously. He then grabbed her hips and started slamming into her cunt. 

She was whimpering from the pain and bit of pleasure she was subjected to. Sandra then got into place and blocked my view of his cock buried into Kim. Kim's face changed from a wince to a look of ecstasy again as her mother worked her pussy and Nathan's cock with her mouth. 

I got into position myself and did as I was instructed. I lubed up two fingers with Sandra's pussy juice and then slid them slowly into her ass. I was actually surprised with how easily they slid in. I think Sandra's ass wasn't necessarily "virginal". I slid the other two fingers into here pussy and began to pump both sets in and out in an alternating rhythm. 

Sandra was now pushing back to meet each of my thrusts. 

The pizza shop smelled like sex, and sounded like a porn set. Moaning, slapping, squishing, and Nathan barking out a random, "harder!" or "faster!"

Just the scene alone was bringing me close to a climax. I was hovering on the edge for several long minutes now. 

I heard Nathan grunt and proclaim that he was about to cum. He then grabbed firm hold of Kim's hips and slammed her down on his cock one last time. He was shooting deep into her. Each spurt of cum accompanied by a grunt from him, and a whimpering moan from her. After he was done, he pushed her up and slid out from under her. 

Kim dropped onto the chair and seemed to melt into it. As she did, both Sandra and I, without any direction or hesitation, rushed our mouths onto her cunt. Our tongues licked her up and down as we sucked Nathan's cum out of her daughter's pussy. Our tongues danced together and into Kim at the same time. We slurped every bit of cum out of her that we could. 

Sandra's eyes and mine met. We both smiled at each other, and realized that the drug had worn off of everyone but we were still all over each other. 

I looked up at Kim and she was smiling also. She looked down and put a hand on the back of each of our heads. 

"Mmmm, god you two really know how to lick some pussy," she sighed. 

Looking up again to see where Nathan was, I noticed he was gone. In fact there was no trace of him whatsoever. I sat back down and we all sort of looked at each other silently for a few minutes.

"What time do you get out of work?" Sandra asked me.

"About 5:30," I answered. 

"Would you like to join Kim and me at our place after work and we can talk about all of this?"

As I was about to say yes, Kim broke in bluntly. "Fuck talking about it, I want to do it some more!"

We all laughed and got dressed. Miraculously I was still barely in time getting back from my lunch break. I did have to wash my face, hands and pussy before I got back. I smelled of both women's and men's cum. 

After work, I called the nanny and told her I had to work late. She was free that evening, so she could stay. 

I went straight to Sandra's place after work. I don't think it was even five minutes before the three of us were in a bed eating each other out. This became an almost weekly occurrence. Kim even met a guy she liked and brought him into the group. He was a happy camper with three sexy and dirty women draining him dry. 

END



Friday 13th



Bloody Friday the 13th

Andy didn't believe in Friday the 13th, in fact he rather despised those who do and thought of them as 'superstitious fools'. This Friday the 13th, however, was definitely living up, or should that be down, to its reputation; it had just been one damn thing after another. For a start he'd traipsed halfway across the country for a sales meeting only to find it had been cancelled at the last minute, then the Sat-Nav had gone on the blink forcing him to dig out his old road atlas from the boot. And now he was lost, well and truly lost. He'd tried a rather clever shortcut across the moors and it had gone badly wrong; he must have taken a wrong turning somewhere and now, with the atlas balanced across his lap and not a road-sign in sight, he was desperately trying to find out where he was. The detour, instead of being quicker, had cost him hours; it was getting late, night was fast drawing in and the gathering gloom had brought with it lashing rain driven by a north easterly gale.

Slowly, cautiously, peering through the windows, he picked his way along the narrow twisty lane that dropped down from the tops. Under better circumstances this would be the North Yorkshire moors at their best but, as the windscreen wipers fought the incessant rain and headlights picked out the jagged outline of the dry stone walls that hemmed him in, right now Andy would give anything to be back on a main road.

Fate had kept her cruellest twist to last. A sudden turn in the road concealed the flooding where the beck had burst its banks and, before he could even think about stopping, Andy found the bonnet of the car awash, the engine stalled, the lights dead and the car sliding to a halt in two feet of swirling water.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" Andy hammered his fists on the steering wheel in impotent fury. He got a grip and forced himself to calm down; anger and bad temper were not going to fix his current predicament and he needed to get somewhere, anywhere, to sort out the mess. He dug in his pocket for his mobile phone but, as he suspected, he could not get a connection; there was no chance of getting a signal out here in the middle of nowhere. He put his phone back in his pocket and reviewed his options: he could either sit there until someone came along and rescued him or he could get out and walk. He hadn't seen another car for quite a while, nor would anyone in their right mind be driving a road like this in the current weather. Anyway, Andy was never one to sit quietly and wait, he always seen himself as forceful, a go-getter, so there was nothing for it but to brave the elements and walk. He opened the door and looked out and his resolve nearly weakened; he was going to have to step out of the car directly into the water but, with the way the rain was lashing down, he was going to get soaked to the skin anyway so it wouldn't make that much difference. He got out of the car, pushed it the best he could to the side of the road, locked the doors and set of in search of a phone, preferably one in a pub.

What was left of the daylight was fading fast and Andy was beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off sitting out the night in the car after all when, thank heavens, he spotted the light. It wasn't that far, a hundred yards or so at the most and not far from the road either. It must be a farmhouse, please let it be a farmhouse, though, quite frankly, Andy would have settled for a barn at that point. Pulling up his collar and wrapping his jacket around him as best he could he pushed on through the wind and the rain. As he got to the gate he could see it was indeed a house; the light was showing from an upstairs window and there were signs of life from downstairs. He opened the gate and, stumbling in the potholes; he made his way up the drive and reached the relative shelter of the front porch. He groped for a bell but he couldn't find any; rather there was an old fashioned door knocker in the shape of a ram's head. He pulled it back and slammed it onto the door. At first there was silence so he hammered again and this time he could see a light moving inside. The door opened a crack and an unseen person peered out at him.

"Please, please help me." Andy asked. The cold, the wet, the struggle against the wind had left him quite exhausted and his words came in clumps, almost incoherently. "My car... it's back in the lane... broken down... need to call the AA..."

Immediately the door opened fully revealing a tall, thin woman of indeterminate age. She had long, jet black hair and dark eyes. She was dressed in some sort of long flowing robe which made her look a bit like some sort of nun or something but, as far as Andy was concerned, she could be dressed any way she wanted as long as she gave him shelter. She held up a candle which flickered in the wind and looked down at him.

"You poor man, look at the state of you!" the woman exclaimed. "Come in, come in immediately. We must get you dried out. Here, this way."

The woman stood back to let him in and motioned with the candle to a half open door further down the gloom of the hallway. Grateful to be out of the rain Andy pushed past her and stood apologetically dripping on the doormat.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Go on through; I'll fetch you a towel."

Squelching gently Andy went down the hall and on through the door. It opened into a large, well proportioned room which was mostly lit by a roaring log fire at the other end. The only other lighting was from candles and Andy presumed that they must have had a power cut or something, heaven knows they couldn't be that uncommon out here in the middle of nowhere. Grouped round the fire were three high-backed armchairs and, as he approached, two women got up to greet him. They were dressed in the same sort of robe as the woman he had first met. Indeed, they might almost have been her as they were both similarly tall and thin with long black hair. Andy guessed that they must be sisters or something.

"Come in, come in. Get yourself next to the fire." One of the women urged. "You must be soaked to the skin on a night like this. Let's get you out of those damp clothes."

She reached out and led Andy to the hearthrug. Then she came round behind him and started to help him out of his jacket. Andy was a little concerned, after all his wallet with all his credit cards was still in the pocket, but it would have been churlish to have refused such warm hospitality and, there was no doubt about it, he was soaked to the skin. He'd hardly got his jacket off when the first woman reappeared carrying a towel and a dressing gown.

"Ah, that's better. Now let's get you out of those damp clothes. You'll catch your death and that would never do." She handed Andy the towel, laid the dressing gown over the arm of a chair, and, as Andy towelled his hair, knelt down in front of him and started to take of his shoes. And had no problem with this but, as he continued to dry his hair, the woman finished taking off his shoes and socks and reached for his belt.

"Err..." Andy stammered. He wasn't at all sure about this.

"Don't be silly, man." The woman replied crossly. "You've nothing we've not seen before and your trousers will never dry unless we hang them up properly. Now don't be shy. Get that shirt off and put on the dressing gown."

Again, despite his concerns, it would have been churlish to have refused such hospitality and, anyway, the woman's voice had an edge to it, like a primary school teacher from his childhood, an edge that stood no nonsense, an edge that demanded obedience. He took of his shirt as fast as the damp material would allow so as to put on the dressing gown and preserve his modestly. The woman gathered up his clothes and headed for the door.

"Now, I'll hang these up to dry. Alice, why don't you fetch our visitor a drink? I'm sure he'd like one."

One of the women, presumably Alice, went over to the side of the room and, without asking Andy what he wanted, fixed him a drink. When she returned she handed him a cut glass tumbler with a couple of fingers of dark amber liquid at the bottom.

"Here, drink this. It will warm you." She said.

Andy took the drink from her and sipped it gently. He guessed it was some sort of whiskey, certainly not one he'd met before, but it slipped down easily and he could feel the warmth of the alcohol flowing into his veins. The door opened again and the woman returned and stood next to him.

"That's better, now we can relax. Good heavens! We haven't even introduced ourselves. I'm Lilith and these are my sisters, Alice and Jane. Welcome to our home." The three women smiled at Andy. So his guess was right, they were sisters. 

"Hi." Andy replied. "I'm Andy and I can't say how grateful I am for your hospitality. If I could just use the phone..."

"But we don't have a phone." Lilith replied. "Anyway, you won't be needing a phone, not tonight."

"You don't have a phone!" Andy groaned. And then exactly what Lilith had said sunk in. "What do you mean? I won't be needing a phone tonight?"

"Oh, you're going to be far too busy." Lilith replied. Suddenly she seemed to be standing very close and her voice, previously so welcoming, so seductive, had taken a much harder edge. Andy tried to back away but he was nearly against the fireplace and the heat from the logs was already uncomfortable against his bare legs. Andy glanced over Lilith's shoulders looking for a way out but instead he saw Alice and Jane standing either side of her. He realised he was hemmed in. With a rising sense of panic he glanced at the door and decided, dressing gown or no, to make a dash for it. He flung the glass into the fireplace and dropped his shoulder to push between Lilith and Alice but, no sooner had he started, than six hands gripped him. There was a brief, very brief, struggle and he was down on the floor, his face pushed into the hearthrug with the weight of the women holding him down.

Andy was no stranger to the gym and he fought hard to try and regain control but the three women were too much for him. Hands gripped his arms behind his back and the dressing gown was forced down. His arms were no sooner free from the sleeves of the dressing gown when some sort of cuffs were fastened round his wrists. He tugged hard but they were far too strong. Next he felt a similar pair of cuffs being fastened round his ankles. In vain he squirmed and wriggled but he was now hogtied and unable to make any real moves. He felt one of the women get off him and there was the rattle of chains. A stiff leather collar was put round his neck and he began to find himself pulled upwards. Even when the other women got off him, bound as he was, it was still a desperate struggle to get to his feet fast enough; the collar tugged at his throat, half choking him. Finally, when almost on tiptoe, the chain was fastened off and he hung from the collar dangling in front of the fireplace.

Lilith came up in front of him, a large and vicious pair of scissors in her hand. She clicked them in font of his face menacingly.

"Tonight you're ours; our plaything, or toy, our slave. You're going to pleasure each and every one of us, you're going to obey our every order and you're going to do it willingly. Now what shall I do with these?" Again she clicked the scissors in front of his face. "Shall I cut your worthless member off?

"Please, please let me go..." Andy knew real fear. It had all happened so fast; one moment he was enjoying a drink in front of the fire and the next he was strung up, half naked, dangling by his neck. The scissors were just in front of his face and he had no idea just how far the women would go. He could well believe that Lilith would make good her threat. Lilith reached down and he felt the cold steel of the scissors against his hip, sliding beneath his boxer shorts. SNIP! The side of his shorts were sliced through. Another snip and the other side had gone. Lilith grabbed the material, tugged the remnants of his boxers from between his thighs and threw them on to the fire where they sizzled briefly.

"Look at this! How pathetic! What a useless little specimen you are." Lilith flicked the end of his penis with the scissors. "You're like a little shrivelled up worm. Are you a pathetic little worm?"

"Please, let me go." Andy repeated, struggling against his anger and fear and trying to be calm and reasonable. "Look, let me go and we'll forget all about it."

"Oh, no. That's not right at all. A proper slave begs to serve his mistress. It looks like we need to teach you exactly what happens to slaves who haven't got the right attitude." Lilith stood back and put down the scissors. She unfastened her belt and let her robe hang lose to reveal her naked body beneath. But she wasn't quite naked. She wore a thick black leather belt and from it hung a riding crop.

"Come sisters." She said as she unfastened the crop from her belt. "Let's show this worm what happens to those who disobey."

Alice and Jane came and stood either side of Lilith and unfastened their robes. Alice had a cat-of-nine-tails hanging from her belt and Jane had a firm leather tawse. Slowly, steadily the three women circled round him and, each with her different implement, struck at his body. At first Andy clamped his teeth together and tried his best not to show the pain but the relentless lashes were far too much for him. It seemed no part of him were to be spared even if his buttocks and the backs of his thighs bore the brunt of it. No sooner had the crop laid its ribbon of fire than the tawse would strike a counterpoint. The cat, although not as vicious as the crop or the tawse, could get in places they could not reach, the tips of the lashes stinging harshly on the soft flesh between his thighs.

"Please, please. I'll -- aargh -- I'll do anything. Please - aargh - I can't take this." Andy gasped but they ignored him. His cries became incoherent, tears filled his eyes, he sobbed continuously and, all strength gone hung against his collar with no option but to take whatever he had coming to him. Finally, at a word from Lilith, the blows finished, the chain was released and he slumped to the floor.

"Now to the choosing. Jane, fetch the dice."

Jane disappeared for a moment and returned with a pair of dice. The three women knelt down in a circle in front of Andy. Jane tossed the dice in front of her.

"Five and three -- eight." She announced.

Alice picked up the dice and threw.

"Four and six -- ten." She announced triumphantly.

Lilith then threw the dice.

"Double six -- I win."

"You always get double six!" Alice said petulantly. "When are you going to let us win for a change?"

"When you rule the sisterhood then you can control the dice." Was the sharp reply. "Now, Jane scored lowest so she goes first."

Jane disappeared to the side of the room and reappeared with a long thin chain dangling from her hand. At one end was what looked like a small dog collar in black leather. She bent down and fastened the collar tightly around the base of Andy's genitals forcing his prick and balls to jut out in front of him. She stood up and tugged on the chain.

"Come, worm, come here and worship."

As best he could Andy struggled to his knees and shuffled across the floor. Jane kept the chain tight, the collar round his balls digging into him, forcing him to move as fast as he could or face the agony. She settled in one of the armchairs, her robe wide open, and slipped off her shoes.

"Let's see if this slave knows how to worship a woman." Jane lifted up a foot and held it in front of Andy. He bent forward and kissed the tips of her toes. 

You can do better than that!" Jane snarled jerking the chain to reinforce her point. "Now worship properly or you'll feel my anger."

Andy realised that he wasn't going to get away with just kissing her feet if he were to avoid further blows from her tawse, the collar yanking at his balls was bad enough and, if he were to survive without too much further pain, he was going to have to convince Jane that he was really the subservient worm she demanded of him. He kissed her feet again, this time just brushing them gently with his lips, playing along, trying to convince her that he was what she wanted.

"That's better." Jane mocked. "Good little slaves love to honour their Mistress's feet, don't they? Are you a good little slave?"

"Yes." Andy replied, still playing along. Again he felt a vicious tug on the leash around his balls. "Yes, Mistress." He quickly added.

"Well, if you're good, if you're very good, then I'll let you honour me properly. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." Andy replied.

"Well, get on with it."

Andy threw himself into the role. He liked to think of himself as an accomplished lover and he'd realised that, as long as he was satisfying Jane, as long as he was indeed a 'good little slave', then at least they weren't beating him any more. The humiliation of being forced to act as their sex toy was bad, but is was nothing compared to the pain of being whipped. Furthermore, and he hardly dare admit this to himself, although Andy thought of himself as an alpha male, and although he would never in a million years submit willingly to being tied up and humiliated like this, there was a strange erotic thrill in being at the feet of a beautiful woman and there was no doubt, as the open robes had shown, that all three of the sisters were beautiful women.

Urged on by tugs at the leash around his balls Andy kissed his way up Jane's calves, caressing them as sensuously as he could with his lips. He was so intent on giving the best performance possible that he almost lost himself in what he was doing; there was even a certain sense of pride in being sufficiently skilful so as to avoid further punishment. Once past the knees he ran lines of butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs and was gratified by the sighs of pleasure this elicited. Each time he moved towards her groin he could smell the wonderful warm, dark, smell, the smell of an aroused woman.

Emboldened by his success Andy moved further up, kissing the very tops of her thighs, and then her lower belly, his lips tingling as they brushed through the neat, well trimmed fur of her pubic bush. His lips flickered around her mons, teasing, tugging gently, kissing here, there, everywhere except for the lips of her vagina.

"Don't tease!" Jane tugged on his leash and he got the message; he moved to the centre of her passion, his tongue easing her lips apart, probing for her clitoris. Andy was no stranger to cunnilingus, it was often the best way to persuade girlfriends to go down on him in return, and now, still in his worshipping slave role, he put his experience to work. However, as soon as his tongue found her clitoris it was as if he'd flicked a switch. Jane grabbed the back of his head with her hand, pulling him into her groin, and Andy felt the collar round his balls tighten as she pulled firmly on the chain. He responded by increasing the pressure of his tongue, flicking harder and harder from side to side.

Jane lifted her legs over Andy's shoulders and rested her calves on his back, locking her ankles together. Her hand on his head, the chain and collar around his balls and her thighs locked together all held him trapped in her groin. Andy was having difficulty keeping up with her unspoken demands; he was being gripped harder and harder but he couldn't match this by upping the strength of his licking, he was at full stretch, giving as much as he could. He was having trouble breathing, his mouth and nose were crushed into her and when he tried to twist away to snatch a quick breath a swift slap round the ear told him not to try it again.

He could feel Jane nearing her climax; at least he hoped she was. He was near to passing out from suffocation and his head felt like it was about to burst, crushed as it was, between her thighs. He knew he just had to keep going, had to keep his tongue flicking away; he dare not stop for fear of the reprisals he knew Jane would mete out to him but he was feeling feint, almost passing out and right on the edge of his endurance.




Friday 13th



And then every muscle in Jane's body seemed to tense and her legs were forced together even harder, Andy felt as if his brain was coming out of his ears, his head was exploding, his mouth filled with her juices and the pull on the chain increased. For maybe thirty seconds her whole body was rigid until, finally, she collapsed and relaxed back into the chair. Andy was gasping for breath, panting with exhaustion still kneeling before her until Jane lifted her leg off his shoulder and placing her foot firmly in his face, kicked him away. He sprawled across the floor, landing in a heap and lay still for a few moments.

When he looked up from the floor it was to see another pair of feet in front of his face.

"Did you enjoy that, worm?" He was sprawled at the feet of Alice and it was apparent that he was not going to have time to get his breath back before she took her turn with him. "Well, did you?"

"Yes, yes Mistress." Andy thought it best to answer positively.

"Well, you're not going to enjoy what I'm going to do to you. Look up. Look at me." Alice's voice was full of menace.

Andy looked up. She towered over him and stood with her hands on her hips holding her robe open. Jutting from her groin was an enormous dildo. In the flickering firelight he could make out the leather straps which held it in place. His heart sunk as he realised what she was going to do with it.

Roughly Alice bent down and grabbed the wrist cuffs. She then attached them to the chain which still hung from the ceiling, and started to pull. Once again Andy was forced to move as swiftly as possible to minimise the pain as his arms were tugged in directions they were never meant to go. He ended up knelt on the floor, his arms pulled upwards, forcing his head down and his bottom up. Alice removed the cuffs that bound his ankles only to replace them with a bar that held his legs stretched a far apart as they would go. There was no mirror but it didn't take much imagination for Andy to picture in his mind how he must be, upended, presenting his open arse to the world.

Then he felt something cold and slimy slapped into the crack of his buttocks. 

"Chicken fat: I thought it appropriate." Alice laughed. 

Busy fingers worked the fat into his anus, pushing deep inside. Andy had thought that when he had had his prostrate examined it had been bad but, by comparison, his doctor had been gentle and considerate. Alice, on the other hand was forcing her finger, and the chicken fat, deep inside him whether he wanted it or not and, if her finger was uncomfortable...

Alice wiped her hand on his buttocks and knelt down behind him.

"I'm going to make you scream." She snarled. "The more you scream, the more it turns me on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Andy whimpered. 

And then he felt it. Alice leaned forward and the tip of the dildo pushed against his sphincter. He tried desperately to relax, not to fight it, but his nervousness was working against him. Harder and harder the blunt, rounded end of the dildo pushed against him until finally he was open and it was forced inside him. Alice pushed until it was about an inch deep. Andy felt as if he were about to spilt in two; an involuntary groan of pain escaped.

"Is it too big for you?" Alice asked sweetly.

"Please, please, I don't think I can take any more." Andy replied between clenched teeth.

Oh yes you can, and you will!" Alice thrust forward and it felt as if his backside were being raped by a rod of fire. Andy's scream was all that Alice could desire. His whole world was now a ball of pain and he couldn't help but try to pull away but this only meant that the upward tug on his arms increased threatening to dislocate a shoulder. Again and again she thrust into him. Time ceased to have any meaning for Andy, nor was he aware of what he was babbling, pleading, begging. If only she would stop, even for a moment, let him get his breath back and he'd give anything, anything at all if only, if only, if only the agony would cease. The thrusts built up, harder and faster, blurring into one. Alice grasped his hips, digging her long nails in like talons, pulling his buttocks back to meet her.

And then, at last, it was over. The thrusting reached a crescendo; Alice screeched and, with one final deep, deep push, collapsed over the back of him. For a moment she just lay there and then Andy felt her withdraw, the chain was released from his wrists and he collapsed, battered, beaten, and totally broken in a heap on the floor. 

For a while the room was silent except for Andy's sobbing. He lay there, in the middle of the floor, bound, beaten and broken, waiting for the next part of the nightmare.

He didn't have to wait long; he felt his wrists being freed, he was rolled onto his back and his wrists were refastened and attached at floor level leaving him stretched full-length in front of the fire. At no point did Andy put up any resistance, all the fight was gone from him, he was theirs to play with; he would do anything, anything at as long as they didn't hurt him any more.

This time it was Lilith who stood astride him. She slipped off her robe and towered over him, statuesque and completely naked apart from the belt around her waist. The flickering light from the fire made her skin appear to glow and Andy knew he had never, ever, seen a woman as beautiful as this before.

"Well, worm. Are you ready for your Goddess?"

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything you want, anything at all, just please don't hurt me any more."

"Anything at all." Lilith echoed. "Jane took your servitude, Alice took your pain, I'm going to take your manhood. When I've finished you will be mine, you will love only me. I will own you, own your body and your soul."

Lilith knelt down. She unfastened the collar around his balls and took his penis in her long, slender fingers. Andy felt too exhausted, too wracked by pain to be able to achieve an erection but the play of Lilith's fingers was skilful and delicious and soon had him stiffening in response. As soon as he was hard enough she shifted forward and slid him deep inside her.

Andy had never felt more conflicted. Every inch of his body was in pain: his shoulders had been twisted this way and that by the various contortions they had been put through, his body, and especially his buttocks, were covered in wheals from the flogging he had endured and his backside felt like it would never recover from the brutality that Alice had inflicted upon it but, and it was a huge but, he had never felt anything as erotic as the feelings he was getting as Lilith eased her way backwards and forwards with his penis deep, deep inside her.

At first her movements were small as she rocked her hips back and forth, one hand playing with her clitoris as the other massaged her breasts. Gradually she increased the tempo, pushing harder and firmer down on him. Andy, almost without thinking, started to return her thrusts but immediately she leant forward and her hands rested on his chest.

"If you move again" her fingernails dug into his nipples "just the slightest movement and I'll cause you so much pain you'll think Alice was being easy on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And don't you dream of coming before I'm ready; this is for my pleasure, not yours."

Lilith, her fingernails still gripping his nipples, started to move up and down. Andy had never felt anything so sensuous, her vagina muscles seemed to grip his penis and he had never felt so large, so engorged. His balls, his poor tortured balls, seemed to swell. He could feel the pressure rising within him; it felt so good, so very, very good. The sheer intensity of the contrasting feelings within him, the pains that wracked his tortured frame and the sexual tension within his prick and balls, was an experience far, far beyond anything he had ever felt before.

Faster and faster she rode him. Her eyes locked on his; her stare locking him down as surely as her body or the chains were. Andy could feel himself starting to come. In desperation he tried to distract himself, to think of anything, anything that would stop him climaxing to early. He thought of the quarterly results for the North West region and how the team weren't going to make much of a bonus this year, he thought of the disastrous match when United had lost by two goals to City, but despite his best efforts he was distracted by the amazing sensations emanating from his groin, how his prick felt as this wonderful woman worked her magic, how the pace, the intensity was increasing, how he couldn't hold out much longer, how he felt as if his whole being was going to explode, how he could feel the muscles of her vagina getting tighter and tighter around him, how...

"Now, worm, now!" Lilith forced herself down on him and simultaneously twisted his nipples. He screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony as time after time he ejaculated within her. His whole world centred around his prick, and the joyous release as, still moving firmly, her body pumped him dry, draining him, exhausting him.

Sated at last Lilith leaned forward, her hands moved to his shoulders and her long hair fell forward, touching his face.

"Now you are mine, mine forever. You'll come back, time after time, crawling on your hands and knees, begging to serve; you'll be back when the moon is full."

"Yes, Mistress." Andy replied. His body felt empty; he was washed by waves of fatigue. He had given, no, Lilith had taken, everything he had and he was but a shell. He looked into her eyes, her deep dark eyes and her irises seemed to spin, the room seemed to spin, his world seemed to spin.

"Yes, Mistress." His voice was just a whisper and the world went dark.

It was cold, bitterly cold, and Andy felt frozen to the bone. He reached out for the covers and, finding none, opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on the floor of a ruined house; by the amount of charred timber around it must have been destroyed in a fire. A cool breeze blew in through the holes where the windows had been and the sunlight streaming through the many holes in the walls and roof heralded a bright spring morning. Dazed and confused, his eyes darted here and there, trying to reconcile the ruin he'd woken to with the house he remembered from last night. It must have been some sort of dream but, if it were a dream, why was his body covered with bruises and why did his arse hurt so much. He stumbled to his feet, every muscle complaining. Swaying slightly he looked around; the burnt remains of three armchairs stood around a stone fireplace and, neatly folded across the arm of one of them were his clothes. 

He checked the pockets of his jacket; his wallet, complete with cash and cards, was still there as were his phone and car keys. In fact everything seemed to be there, neatly folded and mercifully bone dry. The only thing missing were his boxer shorts. In their place was a pair of feminine red lacy panties. He picked them up and looked at them. He desperately needed to get dressed, he was freezing and he didn't fancy trying to explain himself if anyone were to see him like this. For a moment he considered going 'commando' but his backside, as well as being sore as hell, felt slimy and sticky and he didn't fancy getting whatever it was that was oozing out of him on his good suit so he slipped the panties on. After all, no one was going to see them.

As he dressed he was made more and more aware of the state of his body. His shoulders ached from the contortions he had been put through; his nipples were so sore that the lightest touch was agony and his body was covered with wheals and bruises.

Once he had finished he stumbled his way back to the car. The conflict between his vivid memories and what he saw continued. The car was neatly parked and bone dry; there was no sign of last night's flooding. He got inside and turned the key in the ignition. It started first time and he wasn't that surprised when the Sat-Nav burst into life as well. He checked himself out in the rear view mirror; he was unshaven and his neck showed signs where the collar had bit into him. Still, there was nothing he could do about it; he fastened his seat belt, wincing as it brushed against his battered nipple, and drove on down the hill.

He'd gone less than a mile or so when he reached a village and, mercifully, an open service station. He pulled onto the forecourt and went inside. To his immense relief they had a coffee machine so he found the necessary change and purchased a cup. The coffee was ghastly but it was hot and sweet and he was beginning to feel alive again.

"Good morning." A teenage girl appeared behind the counter. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks. Just the coffee." He replied.

"That's a nice car." She gestured to the forecourt. "Did I see you parked up in Gallows Lane this morning?"

"Err... Yes." Andy thought fast. He didn't want to get caught up in a web of lies but he had to give some explanation. "I got a puncture last night and got stuck. Ended up sleeping in the car."

"Yes, Gallows Lane can be tricky at night, especially that corner by the old manse."

"The old manse?" Andy queried.

"Yes." She replied. "The ruin just before the village. It burnt down ages ago and now there's all sort of stories about it."

"Stories? What kind of stories?"

"Oh, you know what these villages are like." She continued, laughing. "It's supposed to be haunted. Strange lights in the windows at night; that sort of thing."

"Haunted?" Andy echoed.

"Yeah, silly, isn't it. I mean, who believes in ghosts nowadays?" She gave him a long hard stare. Andy suddenly wondered if she knew exactly what being parked up by the manse all night meant; were the marks on his neck obvious? She relaxed and smiled. "If you're interested, there's a bit about it in the village guide book. It's only five pounds and the profits go to the kiddies' hospital."

She reached for a slim booklet and held it out to him. Intrigued Andy found a fiver and handed it over. Another customer came into the shop distracting the girl, so he had time to flick through it as he sipped his coffee. Mostly it was blurry photographs of local beauty spots and suggested walks across the fells but there were a couple of paragraphs about the manse. Apparently it had burnt down in 1987 killing Lady Lily Woolthorpe and her sisters, Alice and Jane. There was an accompanying photo showing three middle aged ladies in fifties clothes standing on the front steps. The quality was not good and it was difficult to see the details but it was obvious that the women were tall, thin and dark. Andy stared at the photo; if the women had been middle aged in the fifties they must have been quite elderly in the eighties. The women he had met last night, although he wouldn't dare guess their age, had been anything but elderly. It was just another contradiction to add to the list.

Andy finished his coffee and, waving goodbye to the girl, went back outside to his car. For a moment or two he sat in the driver's seat, looking again at the photo. Was last night real or a dream? Common sense told him it was a dream but the aches and bruises all over his battered body told him otherwise. Shrugging off his thoughts he opened the glove compartment to put the booklet away but as he did so he noticed a black leather strap inside; one that had certainly not been there before. He pulled it out and looked at it. If it wasn't the collar he'd worn last night it was certainly very like it. There was a label attached to it and on the label, in fine copper plate handwriting

You're mine now, worm.

Come back when the moon is full.

Thoughtfully he turned the collar over in his hands. He remembered the feeling of suffocation as Jane had crushed his head between her thighs; the sheer agony as Alice had analy raped him with her strap-on, but most of all he remembered Lilith (Lily?) and how good it had felt as she had used his body. In comparison to her all the girls he had ever had had been just that, girls, but Lilith was all woman and deep down he knew he would never, ever, desire another woman the way he desired her. Last night may have hurt; indeed most of him still hurt, but it had still been the most intensely erotic experience of his life.

He rummaged in the glove compartment where he knew there was a cheap diary which he had been given as a freebie by one of his clients. Sure enough it showed the phases of the moon and, as he was beginning to suspect, last night had not only been Friday the 13th but a full moon as well. He flicked through the pages; in four weeks time it would be full again. An image formed in his mind; he was kneeling before the three women wearing nothing but the collar and the red panties, ready to serve, ready to be used.

Would he be back? He looked at the collar lying on the passenger seat, his collar, the one he knew he had to wear again. But really, who believes in ghosts nowadays? 



Friday: 2 Is Fun, 3's Never A Crowd



INTRODUCTION

The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.

MONDAY:  Law & Order          
TUESDAY: Mile High Club        
WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit        
THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types  
FRIDAY:  Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd   
SATURDAY: Power of Trust        
SUNDAY:  Out in the Country

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FRIDAY: Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd

"Hold the door." Called out Mike as he raced to the elevator door. A tiny hand came across the door, allowing Mike to jump inside.

"Thank you." He told the early twenties brunette who held the car for him.

"You're welcome." She smiled back "Which floor would you like?"

"Twelve please." Mike smiled back, taking a moment to admire the cute girl sharing the elevator car with him.

"I've seen you a lot here. How long have you lived in these apartments?" She asked Mike.

"Four years." He replied, "How about you?"

"My twin Sister and I just moved in two weeks ago. Say since you're familiar with everything around here, where is a good place to order Chinese Food?" She asked.

"Willy Wong's Won-Ton House is the best." Mike told her. "Trouble is I have too many favorite dishes there, and it's tough to order for just one person."

"Well, tell you what, Why don't you get changed out of that shirt and tie, order your four favorite dishes, and join my Sister and I for dinner tonight? She offered him.

Mike blinked for a moment. He didn't even know her name, and she was inviting him for dinner. "Sure, ah, name is Mike." He mumbled and offered his hand.

"I'm Andrea and my Sister is Katie. Have the Willy Wong's Driver, deliver the food to Apartment 1410." Andrea told him.

Mike nodded as the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. He couldn't believe the conversation he had just had with this female stranger. He went to his apartment and placed the order. He quickly had a quick shower and got dressed into a golf shirt and jeans. He grabbed a bottle of wine off the wine rack and headed out the door. He glanced at his watch and realized it was already thirty minutes since he placed the order. He skipped the elevator and walked up the stairs to the fourteenth floor. He got to 1410 just as the Deliveryman had knocked on the door.

"Good Timing." Smiled Andrea.

"Here, put the food on this card." Said Mike as he handed the deliveryman his Visa card. Mike grabbed the bags of food and followed Andrea inside the apartment.

"Mike this is my Sister Katie, Katie, this is Mike." Introduced Andrea.

"Pleasure is mine." Smiled Mike as he shook Katie's hand.

"Katie, give my the wine glasses, I'll get the plates and lets have some dinner." Ordered Andrea.

Before long the three of them were enjoying the wine and food. Mike learned that the girls had decided to move out on their own after finishing studying at a local college.

"I couldn't handle the downtown hustle and bustle, I much prefer the suburbs." Katie told him.

"Besides, if we want to club it down town, it would only be a thirty minute drive." Added Andrea.

Mike poured more wine as the twins cleared the table. He offered to help with the dishes but was turned down.

"Its time for desert." Winked Andrea, as she smiled at her Sister.

"Yes, Studying for the last two years has been a real bore. No fun people to meet." Smiled Katie as she cuddled up besides Mike, her hand brushing over his knee and upper thigh.

"Boring isn't the word, its like we were locked up in a convent." Added Andrea as she sat on the opposite side of him, mirroring Katie's moves.

Mike had to pinch himself. This couldn't be happening in real life. He was sure his alarm clock would wake him up from this dream he was witnessing.

"Yes, all work no play." Continued Katie as her hand moved its way up the inside of Mike's leg closer to his growing tool.

"Yes Mike, I bet you know how to play." Added Andrea as she bit Mikes ear and brushed her hand over the bulge in his pants.

"Yes I know," Grinned Mike as he played the game and put his arms around both girls. "Whose first?"

"Silly boy." Whispered Andrea as she lightly blew in his ear. "You're going to have to look after us both at the same time."

"Follow me." Giggled Katie as she offered her hand and led Mike to the bedroom. Mike followed her smiling with anticipation.

Before he could get his shirt off, both girls had quickly stripped off all of their clothes. He laughed as he hurriedly shed his own clothes. "I can tell you two are enthusiastic about this."

Mike jumped on the bed and lay down on his back between both girls. He turned and French kissed Andrea deeply as Katie massaged his chest and gently pinched his nipples. Andrea returned the kiss as she gently stroked his erect cock. He broke off the kiss with Andrea to her squeal of protest.

"There'll be time for more kisses." He winked at her.

He turned to Katie and French kissed her and gently caressed her breasts. Andrea kissed him on the back of his necked and continued on down his back towards his ass. 

Katie then roughly pushed Mike back onto the bed, almost burying her sister underneath him. Andrea quickly moved out of the way and reached for his throbbing cock. She quickly grabbed it with her hand and mischievously licked the tip of his purple, swollen head.

"I found it first." Giggled Andrea to her Sister.

"Whatever happened to sharing?" Pouted Katie, as she also wrapped her hand around his cock and licked what ever was exposed.

"Don't fight." Groaned Mike, who was enjoying all of this attention, "I'm sure there's plenty of me to go around."

The girls giggled and continued to share his cock, each taking turns lightly licking it, and occasionally deep throating it. Mike smiled and moaned with pleasure as both girls shared his cock. He motioned to Andrea to swing herself towards him.

"That's better." Laughed Mike as he swung Andrea so that her legs spread, and straddled his head as he lay on the bed. "Now I can do some of my own tasting."

Mike worked his tongue on Andrea's swollen clit. He gently dipped a couple of fingers into her wet pussy. Andrea moaned with pleasure at his gentle probing and teasing. Mike increased the tempo of his licking, straying to dip his tongue into her hot wet snatch. Mike moved his wet slippery fingers up to Andrea's ass hole and gently lubricated the entrance. Before he could continue, Andrea moaned and bucked her hips hard as she reached her orgasm. Her juices drenched Mike as he licked and swallowed her tasty honey. The girl's double blowjob had its own effect on Mike. He had never had two tongues work his dick before and he soon exploded a stream of cum that both girls shared.

"Here Katie, we have to get that thing hard again." Stated Andrea, "You come up here and get some tonguing, I've got an idea to get him hard."

Katie straddled Mikes face like her sister but this time facing him. She lowered her hot pussy onto Mikes face so his tongue could replay the actions of her sister. In the meantime, Andrea resumed her stroking and licking of Mikes cock, but with a bit of a twist. She inserted her index finger in her wet pussy and lubricated it up. She then took her slippery finger and quickly inserted up Mike's ass. His cock seemed to harden like steel immediately.

"Holy shit." Muttered Mike as he enjoyed the probing.

"Keep licking me." Urged Katie as she played with her breasts, "I want to feel your tongue deep inside me."

Mike obeyed her order and stretched his tongue as deep as he could inside of her. Katie pinched her swollen nipples hard as she rode Mikes face. Her hips started to quiver and reacted like a vise around his head. Her hips were trying to maximize his tongue movements when her orgasm hit her. Katie screamed loudly as she drenched Mike with her juices. Her juices flowed like a river down Mike's cheeks and into his ears. He had never experienced a girl that had come like Katie.

As Katie swung off his face to recover Andrea stopped her licking and probing to ride his swollen cock. Andrea slammed her pussy onto his hard dick, bouncing Mike hard on the bed. She rode him hard like a bronco rider. She came numerous times as she rode his hot cock and bucked wildly as she enjoyed this ride. Mike chuckled and flipped her off of him. He quickly rolled her onto her fours and entered her doggy style. He pumped vigorously as his balls slapped against her swollen clit. Andrea trembled as she could feel another orgasm coming. Her pussy erotically squeezed his cock as it pumped her. Andrea moaned as another orgasm overtook her again. Mike pumped a few more times and came again filling her pussy with his load.

"You two are incredible." Wheezed Mike, who was out of breath.

"You're not so bad yourself." Smiled Katie.

"Yeah," Added Andrea, "If you thought dinner was good, wait till you see what's for breakfast."

Mike could only imagine.