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Temptation

By: Rosa_P



I never viewed temping as a stopgap like most people. I loved the irregularity; the unpredictability. I didn't have time to get bogged down in a never-ending cycle of filing because I was only there for a week or so. I could swan in and instantly become the mysterious new girl; wank fodder for every man in that office. I was the perfect no-strings fling: up for a quickie and gone in the blink of an eye so any awkward encounters in the lift were few and far between. 

I had worked in loads of offices and they were all the same. I tried to summon up some enthusiasm as the MD continued to show me around. 

"Eva, let me introduce you to Daniella."

Two pistachio eyes swept over me, disinterestedly. She arched a bored eyebrow and stifled a yawn before rearranging her plump lips back into their original pout. 

"Hi," I mumbled.

"Hi," she sneered, her focus already back on her computer monitor.

She was beautiful. Her caramel-coloured hair flowed over her shoulders; her collarbone jutted out like a knife edge. She flicked her kohl-rimmed eyes to a huge stack of paper in the corner of the room.

"All of that needs shredding." 

Her voice sent prickles down my spine. My nipples hardened under my cotton blouse. It was an unusual mixture of emotions: fear tinged with excitement; dread mixed with desire.

My first week was terrible. Daniella watched me constantly with those unnerving green eyes, breathing down my neck. She terrified me and yet at the same time, I found her fascinating. I knew nothing about her apart from the fact that she wore Chanel No. 5 and drove a black Lexus. She didn't wear a wedding ring and there were no photographs on her desk. Her inscrutable aura entranced me. I was bewitched by her unfathomable depths. She would strut from one side of the office to the other and every pair of eyes would be fixed on her, feasting on the sight of her satin skirt skimming the curve of her ass, her tight blouse clinging to the arc of her breasts, her lean legs striding with poise in killer stiletto heels. She had men and women alike, regardless of their sexuality, eating out of the palm of her hand and I was her newest recruit. 

Drinks after work on Fridays were a staple of office life. Every week at five-thirty, a group of us would pile into The Oak. After claiming our usual table in one corner, I waited until we had all taken those first, satisfying sips before I raised the inevitable subject.

"So, Daniella..." I let her name dangle tauntingly for a while before continuing, "Does she ever join you for drinks after work?"

Ingrid shook her head and laughed, "You must be joking!"

"Well, what does she do?" I pressed, half to myself than the rest of the table, "Seriously, does anyone know anything about her? Is she married? Has she got kids?"

My question collided with a wall of blank faces.

"I think she moonlights as a stripper," someone piped up; "she's certainly got the body for it."

We all nodded solemnly. I was surely not alone in imagining Daniella twisting herself around a pole or writhing on a table; a leather bra struggling to contain her pert breasts. I shifted in my seat and shrugged off my coat. Using a beer mat, I fanned myself. Several other suggestions were thrown into the mix as the alcohol worked to loosen everyone's tongues and inhibitions but I preferred to keep my theory to myself. I envisaged Daniella on a yacht with a bunch of other beautiful people, drinking champagne and eating sushi. I pictured her hair cascading down her honeyed shoulders, tendrils resting between her breasts. After diving gracefully into the sea, she would emerge, her white bikini transparent. Her nipples would clearly be visible through the thin material, seeking me out, beckoning me closer. I took a sip of my drink, using two hands to keep my glass steady. I had often fantasised about sleeping with girls, as I suspected most women had. There was something intensely sensual about the idea of licking a women's vagina, kneading her breasts. 

The following week was my last. Being on the brink of leaving didn't mean Daniella treated me any differently though. On my last day, she had pointed to a pile of paper and barked "shred" at me as soon as I walked through the door. Something inside me snapped. I had pandered to her whims and nuances for almost a month and been bullied and belittled in return.

"You know if you said 'please' once in while, people might stop thinking that you're a complete bitch."

It was the first time I had seen her rendered speechless. I grinned as I stalked into the store cupboard where the shredder was kept and began my mundane assignment. The door opening behind me failed to grab my attention. When it closed again, I assumed that I was once again alone until two hands snaked around my waist and moved up to cup my tits.

I gasped in horror and looked down in alarm. Ten beautifully manicured nails fondled my breasts. I turned around to face Daniella.

"What...?" I started.

"Don't say you haven't been thinking about this moment as much as I have," she scoffed,

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, gradually revealing peachy tits nestled in a black satin bra.

"I liked it when you stood up for yourself earlier," she played idly with a slightly exposed nipple, "It really turned me on."

I fought to lift my gaze from her cleavage. When I finally looked into her eyes, she glared at me and I let myself succumb to the horny frustration that had been building up inside me. I pushed her roughly back against the wall and kissed her. Our tongues entwined hungrily; her fingers were entangled in my hair. I pulled her breasts free from her bra and pinched her nipples, delighting in watching her face twist in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Breathlessly, she pulled away from me and lifted her skirt up to disclose fishnet stockings and French knickers.

"Touch my pussy," she pleaded desperately. I walked towards her and kissed her fiercely, our teeth grazed against each other. 

"I'm the one in charge," I reminded her, "I want to watch you finger yourself."

Without hesitation, Daniella deftly slipped a finger between her glistening labia and started to move it in and out. I stared at her, transfixed, dying to flick her clit with my tongue. But not yet. Now, it was her turn to wait.

I decided to prolong the agony by stripping for her. I ripped my shirt open, losing several buttons, and uncovered my tits. Her hand moved faster against her pussy. She bit her lower lip. 

"Another finger," I commanded, drunk with the power I had over her. She obeyed; restraining a cry. I walked towards her and pushed my breasts in her face. Submissively, she sucked my nipples. 

"Another finger," I hissed.

With an effort, she forced a third finger inside her engorged pussy. The pressure of her teeth on my nipples intensified. I bit back a scream. Annoyed that she had regained control, I bent down and licked her clitoris urgently, trying to synchronise my tongue with the rhythm of her fingers.

"Just how long were you going to make me wait?"

She ignored me, throwing her head back and driving her fingers deeper inside as she approached orgasm. I wanted to take her to the verge of climax and leave her there, wanting, but she looked so gorgeously rampant that I couldn't resist carrying on. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own flavour, as she reached her goal. She leant back against the wall heavily, exhausted. Slowly, languorously, she slid her fingers out of her pussy and ran them up over her stomach and breasts, leaving a trail of shimmering juice. I buttoned my blouse as best as I could and smoothed my skirt down. Daniella didn't make any effort to tidy herself up. She remained where she was, resting against the wall with her hair in wild disarray and her legs thrown open recklessly. She lifted her pussy-soaked fingers towards her mouth, a sly smile on her face. Possessively, I snatched her hand and licked her fingers, savouring the musk of her on my tongue. 

I left her where she was and cleared my desk as casually as possible, basking in the curious expressions on my neighbours' faces. At last, I had become the inscrutable temp. By the time my desk was empty, Daniella still had not returned to her seat.

"What have you done with Daniella?" Ingrid asked, "She's been gone for ages. Have you finally finished her off?"

"Something like that," I replied.

Temptation



Natalie unhooked her bra as she walked across the messy, dark hotel room. She let the bra fall to the floor with her other clothes as she entered the bathroom.

Flicking a switch on the wall, she stood in front of the mirror as the stark fluorescent light flickered on. She wanted to assess her breasts, to decide if they were good enough. She cupped them and decided they were more than firm enough. Aged 26 and just a few years out of college, she had more or less the same breasts - same shape, same firmness - she'd had back in the third year when she was dating, hell, unofficially living with, Nick.

The one thing she'd like to change was that she wishes her nipples were bigger. They weren't weirdly small, but they were smaller than she'd like. She wanted big puffy nipples, but she was stuck with small pert ones. She looked herself in the eyes and couldn't help a little smile. If only her nipples were the only thing she had to worry about tonight...

There was a DING! as the elevator doors opened and Natalie stepped out into the hotel lobby. She was wearing her favorite little black dress now, the one she reserved for special occasions like this. Feeling more confident than she'd ever felt in her life, she clip-clopped in her heels across the marble floor, heading for the hotel's dark, moody, cool little bar. She was hoping the hot barman would be on duty tonight, and she wasn't disappointed.

After sitting alone in the empty bar for half an hour, with just occasional glances at the barman to keep her amused, Natalie felt her phone vibrate in her purse. Fishing it out, she answered.

"I'm already there," she said, then listened intently. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I won't forget anything. You taught me too well for that." She hung up, and felt a little buzz of excitement: she'd never been the one to hang up before. She felt Nick would be secretly quite impressed.

"Natalie," said a voice.

Looking up, Natalie saw a smartly-dressed, attractive businessman with a winning smile, standing by her table and looking a little embarrassed. He had the same old glint in his eye that she remembered from so long ago. "Nick!" she exclaimed with obvious excitement, getting up and giving him a hug, making sure he felt every inch of her body pressed against him. "How have you been?"

"Good, Nat," said Nick as they separated from their hug. "I'll just get a drink."

As Nick went to the bar, Natalie made eye contact with the barman. He looked a little disappointed that she was with someone. Another confidence boost. This was turning into a good afternoon.

When Nick got back from the bar, he and Natalie sat and talked, and it was like old times. They'd always had a good rapport, spending hours chatting away while they were at school. All their friends had predicted they'd get together long before they first kissed, and it had seemed inevitable that they would one day get married, have kids and grow old together. Somehow, that hadn't happened...

"I'm getting married next month," Nick said, trying really hard to sound casual but failing. He eyed Natalie, looking for any kind of response.

"I heard," Natalie said, with a carelessness she'd practiced over and over again. "Congratulations. Some girl named Lisa?"

"Yeah," said Nick, nodding. "She's really nice. You'd like her." There was silence for a moment as they both thought about how unlikely it was that Natalie would like anyone who married Nick. "So... what are you doing in London?"

"Business," said Natalie. "Meeting potential clients for the publishing company I work for. We're looking to expand."

"Cool," said Nick. "Sounds like nice work."

"It is," said Natalie. Now that they were talking about her visit to London, she knew it was time to initiate phase two of this little operation. "And they've paid for this lovely hotel room," she said carefully.

"Yeah," said Nick, looking around the bar. "Nice place. Not been here before."

"Me neither," said Natalie. For the first time, she was feeling a little uncomfortable. Could she go through with this? "The room's amazing. So big and comfortable. Great bed."

Nick didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded. In so many ways, he hadn't changed since she'd last seen him half a decade ago.

"You want to see?" Natalie asked, and she could instantly tell that not only was Nick interested, but he also understood exactly what was on offer. "I guess you won't get to see the inside of strange girls' hotel rooms after you're married."

"No," said Nick, clearly a little nervous. "I guess not."

Natalie glanced at the barman, who seemed to be following the conversation. "So what do you say?" she asked Nick after taking a silent deep breath. "Want to see?"

She had, of course, tidied up before leaving the room an hour ago. As she led Nick into the room, Natalie was impressed by her own efforts. It looked like she'd barely ever set foot in here. There was no way he could ever tell that she'd spent two nights tossing and turning, planning and plotting, running this moment over and over in her mind.

"Nice bed," she said. "Really comfortable."

Nick nodded, but he didn't say anything. Perhaps Lisa was on his mind? Natalie waited until he had shut the door. His choice. He could leave any moment he wanted. Nothing was keeping him here.

"It's funny," said Natalie. "I was looking at myself in the mirror earlier, and I was thinking how I don't think I've really changed since we were together."

"No?" said Nick patiently.

"Not really," Natalie said. "Actually, you'll laugh, but I was looking at my tits. They haven't changed at all."

Nick laughed, a little embarrassed. But he didn't make to leave. She had him.

"You want to see?" Natalie asked.

Nick nodded. "Sure."

Natalie slipped her black dress down. She wasn't wearing a bra, so it took only a moment for her breasts to be fully exposed. She realised it was a little dark, since the curtains were closed, so she switched on the side wall light so Nick could get a better view.

"You're right," said Nick. "They haven't changed."

"They're still really firm," Natalie said. "You want to feel?"

She walked over to him and he reached a hand up, tentatively touching the side of her right breast.

"My pussy hasn't changed either," Natalie said, and they instantly kissed, mouths wide open and tongues locking. Nick pushed her back a step, and she sat on the desk next to the TV while Nick lifted the dress off her body then pulled down her panties.

"Since when do you shave your pussy," Nick said between kisses, his fingers touching her clitoris.

"Some things change," she said, undressing him quickly. She pulled his underwear down, then pushed him backwards so that he fell onto the bed. Within seconds, she was next to him and was rubbing his hard cock with her hand. "I like it shaved," she said before leaning down and taking his cock in her mouth, tasting his pre-cum already.

"Fuck, Natalie," Nick said as she wrapped her tongue around his cock and let the circumcised head push against the very back of her throat. As she caressed him with her tongue, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

"Fuck, where did you learn this?" Nick asked as Natalie continued to suck on his cock. She wasn't going to answer, of course. Five years ago she'd have barely been able to get him hard with her mouth. Now she was just worrying that he might come too soon. She could feel him getting harder and harder every second. Fortunately, this time she knew exactly when to slow down.

After a few minutes, she let his cock out of her mouth and swallowed the pre-cum. "I didn't learn it anywhere," she said. "I guess I always had it in me." But of course that had been the problem five years ago. As she moved up the bed and climbed on top of Nick, Natalie couldn't help remember how she'd overheard him back then, telling one of his friends how "I love Nat, but she's so bad in bed I keep wondering if I'm missing something". That had hurt. Really hurt. But she knew one thing. He wouldn't be saying anything like that again.

She reached a hand down and gently parted the lips of her pussy before lowering herself onto Nick's cock, which slid easily inside her. Then she started to grind against him, as he reached up and ran his hands harmlessly over her breasts, fingering her hard nipples.

"We should use protection," Nick said.

"I'm on the pill," Natalie said, lost in the pleasure of feeling him inside her again after so long. "I want you to come in me." She leaned forward a little, partly to shift the angle of his cock and partly so her breasts hung more from her body. She knew Nick always loved her breasts.

"Fucking hell," Nick said. "This is different."

"Different to what?" Natalie asked.

"To before," Nick said. "It's like you're..."

"Someone else?"

"Well... no, not someone else. Still you, just..." but he gasped as she applied a little extra pressure to the head of his penis, by contracting muscles in her crotch.

"Don't come yet," she said. "We're not finished".

"I'm going to come," Nick said. "I'm going to come."

"No," Natalie said, and slid his cock out of her. She lay next to him for a moment. "You want to go on top?" she asked. Nick nodded, so Natalie lay on her back with her legs open and Nick climbed onto her. "You want to try something new?" Natalie asked.

Nick seemed to hesitate. "Like what?"

"Let me," Natalie said, reaching down with one hand and firmly taking Nick's penis. "Don't put your cock in my pussy, just rest it on the lips."

"Why?" Nick asked.

"Trust me," Natalie said, and she helped Nick lower his penis so the head was resting against her labia. "Now I'm going to push your head against my clit," she said. "You'll understand."

She gently rubbed the hot, hard head of his penis along the lips of her vagina, then she used her thumb to open the hole in the end of his tool - which was now seriously leaking a lot of pre-cum - and she slid it against her clitoris, in a way that made her swollen, wet clitoris slip gently inside the tip of Nick's penis.

"I'm inside you," she said. "How does it feel?" She wriggled her hips a little, squirming her clitoris as it rested gently inside the hole on the tip of Nick's penis.

"Good," said Nick, letting her do what she wanted.

Without saying anything else, Natalie began to pick up the pace, moving very slowly so that her clitoris dipped in and out of the hole in the end of Nick's penis. It was as if she was penetrating him, her clitoris rubbing in and around the hole. Forcing herself against him harder, she felt him reach up to hold one of her breasts, his thumb brushing against her hard nipple.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," said Nick.

"Not yet," said Natalie, but this was all part of the plan. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. They never could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," said Nick, and Natalie pushed her clit harder into the hole as she felt him get momentarily slightly bigger, a sure sign that he was about to ejaculate. Sure enough, a moment later Nick let out a moan and Natalie felt spasms in his penis. Hot, thick sperm erupted from the tip, surrounding her clitoris as she kept it dipped into the hole. She kept pushing, kept riding her clitoris in the hole as wave after wave of sperm rushed out, creating a sticky hot patch that held them together. She rode and rode until Nick relaxed and she felt his penis was no longer in spasm.

Nick collapsed on to her. "Where, where did that come from?" he gasped, trying to regain his breath.

Natalie gave a wicked smile. "Maybe I had it inside me all the time. It just took a while for it to come out."

"Is there more?"

"Who knows? Would you like to find out?"

From the look on Nick's face, she knew the answer.



Temptation



My name is Allison; my daddy's a preacher so I grew up always being told to never follow temptation. Temptation comes in all different forms, mine came one Friday night after having some fun with my girls.

I just got home, and everything seemed alright. It wasn't until I'd gotten myself inside with the door locked that I felt it. The awful feeling that someone was watching me; I was completely frozen in my tracks trying to decide where the feeling was coming from. I just had to be imagining it; it was just paranoia, right? I was wrong.

Not a minute later till a pair of small blue eyes appeared in the corner, and the second I saw those icy blue eyes emerge I bolted up the stairs. I got maybe 5 seconds ahead of him before he hopped over the railing and gripped my wrist, delicately swinging me down and trapping me against his body. He was pretty well built, and only a few inches taller than me. My head fell perfectly below his chin, that's when he spoke, leaning closer and whispering right into my ear "Aww sweet, poor, Allison. You thought you could run from me? Your cute very cute, but the time for cuteness is over."

His voice was so calming almost like a song; it just came out and caressed me, making my whole body tingle slightly. As he spoke his hands started slowly sliding up and down my sides, still pinning me against him, but somehow massaging me softly. Leaning in he started to cover my neck in soft little kisses, still tracing his magical fingers up and down my sides, teasing me when he would briefly brush the side of my breast. I could feel it happening and it was almost like he could too, the warmth between my legs started to grow and I could feel my submissive side taking over. "No!" I screamed and tried to pull away, only to hear the taunting chuckle behind me.

He held me against him tighter, and kissed up my neck till his lips ran into my earlobe. He began sucking, and licking, it was fantastic...until BITE! A piercing bite that I felt from my earlobe all the way down to my toes. I screamed in pain and struggled to get away, only to fail again. The bite started to sting and I felt something wet drop onto my shoulder, I looked down to see it was blood. MY blood! And then a long pink tongue glided over my shoulder lapping at it. What was he? I turned to him with shocked wide eyes, and met his smile. "Ah yes, have you discovered my secret?"

Then that smile turned demented, with white fangs poking out. I'm sure my mouth dropped, for his face showed his appreciation of my fear. I was trapped, trapped with a vampire...they didn't even exist, but I was face to face with one. With that last thought he ripped a line down the front of my blouse, exposing my red lacy bra, "Ah red, red is my favorite color, were you expecting me?" 

I was shaking, panicking, I had read stories like twilight where vampires had "relations" with humans, and well Bella almost died in like every book. That was not a situation I wanted to be in.

He then pulled my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it drop to the floor. His hands ran all across my stomach, circling my belly button with his finger then quickly pushing in it, making me jump. "Mmmm, a bit jumpy aren't you Allison? What are you afraid of?" I could just feel the smirk he had. His hands moved up until his hands cupped my breast and his fingers brushed inside the top lining of my bra, I took a sharp breath and began pushing closer up against his body in an attempt to avoid his touches; that earned me another laugh. "I'm not going to hurt you, just relax."

He continued moving his hands up until he was rubbing my shoulders, then I was twirled in his direction. That's when I got the courage to look up at him, and I was mesmerized.

He was gorgeous; his brown wavy hair flowed and rested right above his shoulder and his ice blue eyes, I'd always been a sucker for blue-eyed brunettes; such a gorgeous combination. While in my dazed state, I hadn't even realized he'd pulled my skirt down letting it drop to the ground with my blouse. It was curious, as I was admiring him, it seemed as he was doing the same. Taking me in, and noticing every feature.

Eventually I came to, and as I did he pulled me up on my toes and into him, forcing us to be nose to nose. My eyes were locked to his, his hands trailed down to my ass where he began moving my cheeks in circles. I knew I was gone, those eyes had me. They were so inviting, so peaceful; and when my arms came up to wrap around his neck, there was no going back.

He smiled and started moving up the stairs towards my bedroom. He walked so majestically. He had me practically hanging from him and I was never once shaken, and he strode into my bedroom as if he had been here many times. 

My bedroom was both calming and exciting, with purple and fuchsia as its main colors. I like to think it explained my personality, calm and innocent, with a hint of spontaneous rebellion.

He gently laid me on the bed and kneeled over me, eyes lustfully focused on my red lacy bra and panties; I found myself blushing under that gaze. He laid himself over me and starting kissing my jaw, then he began to work down and lick at my neck. He kept moving farther down, till he reached my breast. His hands came up to move them, playing with them as if he was weighing them. 

He pulled the arch in my back up a little so he could reach under and unclasp my bra. My breast spilled out of it bouncing against my chest. His eyes lit up and instantly he was down letting his teeth drag along the soft skin of my breast, tempting me with a slight pain. His lips wrapped around one of my nipples and his tongue flicked back and forth across the sensitive bud, now standing fully erect on my chest. His hands moved to my other nipple, as he pinched and pulled it softly, rolling it between his fingers; he was driving me wild. 

My back was arched up trying to get my breasts closer to him, and the most obnoxious noises were escaping my lips; whimpers. The more time he focused on my breast the louder and higher pitched my whimpers became, I knew where I wanted him, where I was starting to need him. My hips rose up, giving him a hint as to where to go next, and he didn't disappoint. 

He slid his body down mine, and before I knew it, he was positioned between my spread legs kissing and nipping at my stomach. His tongue circled my navel and then dipped in as his finger had done before, it gave me chills. My body was becoming frantic, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

His tongue had found the tip of my panties and he grabbed them with his teeth slowly pulling them down, his nose pushed up against my heated pussy. I couldn't focus on anything else, except how close he was; how I could feel his warm breathe against my needy flesh. Once he had successfully removed my panties he moved his tongue so it slid against my lips just enough to part them slightly. My whimpers were slowly turning to moans, low moans that expressed how badly I wanted him.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts once again, and to tease and roll my nipples; as his tongue started to push further between my lips. My arms reached down and gripped his hair, holding him to me; he let me grind my hips up to him for a little, before retaking control. Pinning my hips down with his upper arms, and starting a slow and tantalizing licking process, going up the inside of one lip and down the other, letting his tongue briefly brush against my swollen clit, before repeating the process. My body thrashed with need, begging him. He looked up at me, and instantly I knew what he was waiting for. He didn't want my body begging him; he wanted me, my words. He wasn't going to stop this until he had heard from me how much I needed and wanted him.

I'd love to pretend that I fought with myself over this, but I was so hot and flustered; I did need him, so badly. So the words just flowed out, "Please oh God...please? I don't know your name, but please give me what I need?" The second the words left my lips I felt the embarrassment hit, but then he lifted his head and smiled at me. "My name is Nathan, and all you have to do is tell me what you need." 

I was frantic, I needed no more pushing, the words practically spilled out, "Oh please Nathan, please. Please go a little faster, let me cum for you. Fuck me, do anything you'd like, just please let me cum!" His lips wrapped around my clit and he began sucking hard, pulling it away from my body; letting his finger slide down to push between my lips and against my slit, just barely pushing through it. His finger pushed in and curled up rubbing a sweet spot that made me twitch, getting closer and closer; until I could take no more. My body exploded in sweet orgasm, an orgasm that rocked my world, hard. 

Before I could even come down from my orgasm, he was on top of me, naked. His hard cock rubbing against my sensitive pussy, then in one push his entire length was buried deep in me. I'm pretty sure I started screaming, but his kisses silenced any noise I could make. His tongue pushed into my lips coaxing mine out to play; our tongues began dancing together as he let me adjust to his cock being so deep.

He then started slowly pounding in and out, and my God did it feel good. I couldn't help but moan as he went in and out, his cock brushing right along that sweet spot he had rubbed earlier. We started kissing rougher as my body bounced up to meet his thrusts. He noticed my efforts and started going harder and faster. The room was filled with wet slapping sounds, as our sex went on and on. It was heaven, my father had once told me I would know heaven when I saw it, well to hell with seeing it; I was feeling it. 

My body was completely his, there was no fighting the sensations his cock was stirring in me; as he went harder it became apparent I was coming closer to the biggest orgasm of my life. My body was thrashing and rising up to him, begging him to pound harder and faster; he did. 

He pounded my pussy so hard, harder than anyone had ever dared to, and then it hit. My body flailed and shook as my moans became screams of ecstasy, he pulled away from our kiss wanting to hear them. "OH MY NATHAN...YES, OH YES!! FUCK ME SO HARD, WITH YOUR PERFECT COCK, YES PLEASE, NATHAN YES!!" Tears sprang to my eyes as my body became overly sensitive, and yet he still was pounding into me, it seemed he was going harder and harder. He nuzzled his face against my neck and bit. He broke the skin and a slurping sound was audible along with my screams. In a few seconds his cum exploded into my aching pussy, and I had passed out. 

I awoke freshly cleaned with Nathan lying beside me, embracing me. He stared into my eyes as they opened and whispered, "You are mine now Allison; I will take care of you, and you will take care of me." With that he hugged me closer and told me to sleep some more, I'd need it for what was about to come. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I started to wonder what my father would say if he could see me now.



Temptation



Kim

I knock on the door as a flurry of emotions overwhelm me. Fear, regret, and insecurity. It's been too long since I saw my best friend. Will she forgive me for my bizarre absence? My frantic questions are quieted when I hear the door open slightly and see Lizzy's dad standing behind the threshold, looking more handsome than ever.

"Hey! Lizzy missed you a lot," he says as he opens the door for me. "Don't tell her I said that though. She'll kill me."

"Aw." I frown and immediately feel guilty. "I've been a bad friend. I hope she can forgive me."

"Nonsense. You've been a better friend than half of those people she's invited over. I can tell you really care about her and that means a lot to her."

"Aw. You're so sweet." I feel my cheeks flush uncontrollably. "Thank you."

"Just saying the truth."

I try not to wince too visibly. If only he knew the truth. That I've been brainwashed by a guy who is so controlling and deceiving, he's separated me from my loved ones and isolated me. I blink back tears and thank Mr. O'Keefe before I head inside.

Luckily I am able to erase the regret and sadness from my face before I see Lizzy. She looks gorgeous as always with her mermaid hair and tan skin with freckles on her cheeks. She's wearing a long, flowing green skirt that makes her look like a sprite. When we hug each other tightly, I find myself lingering in the embrace, wanting to tell her the real reason behind my absence.

"Promise me we won't go this long without seeing each other," she says once we let go of each other. "I'm done with fake friends and cheating partners."

"Aw. I'm sorry, Liz. I'll beat up whoever hurt you."

She covers her mouth as a sob escapes her mouth. "That'd be a long list, hon. They're not worth it, anyway."

I can't stand seeing her cry so I hug her again. To my shock, I see her dad staring at us from the kitchen. He's gazing at me intently, and I feel like I should be perturbed by it but instead I'm liking it. As soon as my eyes linger on him for more than a few seconds, though, he looks away. Maybe my make up smeared and that's why he's staring at me?

"You okay, sweetie?" He asks from the kitchen. "Can I get you something?"

Lizzy sniffles and pulls her head up from my neck. "A margarita would be nice."

He laughs. "Later. Okay?"

Lizzy sniffles again. "Okay. Thank you, daddy." She turns to me. "Want to hang out in my room?"

*

I feel like the worst friend as Liz tells me all the issues she's had over the past years. I quickly realize that I haven't been there for her and what makes it worse is knowing that I could have easily been there when she was confused or hurting. Trust is so easy to break, and I can definitely see how it has affected her spirit. Before she was bubbly, charismatic and lively. Now there's shadows underneath her eyes and it's harder for her to smile. Knowing that she's been fucked over by so many people enrages me.

Hours go by but I don't really notice because I'm too busy trying to make my best friend feel better. When there's knock on the door and her dad says that the margaritas are ready, though, both of us jump up from the bed with smirks on our faces.

"You're the best, dad." She kisses him on the cheek. "I hope you're having one, too."

"I'm having a beer myself," he says with a chuckle. "I might have one later on. We'll see."

I try not staring at him too much. I didn't tell Liz about how I accidentally flirted with him. He cleaned up now and even though he's not shirtless, he still looks gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt that has a Jack Daniel's logo.

"Nice shirt," I manage to say with a squeak.

"Thanks," he says as he hands me my mixed drink. "Jack and Coke is my favorite."

"Weird. That's her favorite drink, too," Lizzy says.

Her dad nods and smirks at me. "Good taste. Did you invite her, Liz?"

"The beach house?"

He nods. "Want me to formally invite her?"

A beach house? With the both of them? That sounds like heaven, especially if I get to see...

I quickly stop the images from infiltrating my brain. Which isn't easy since I honestly don't want them to stop. It doesn't help when he's peering at me over the rim of the beer can.

Lizzy nods. "She should come. It can be my graduation gift."

I raise an eyebrow. "Wait. What?"

"Would you like to come with us to the beach house we rented out next week?" He asks as he sets his empty beer can down on the counter.

"Beach house? But I don't have a job. I wouldn't be able to help you guys out."

"Your boyfriend won't mind, right?" She winks. "And don't worry about the money, I got you. You graduated, you deserve a gift."

"And a vacation," he adds.

All I need is five minutes of them trying to convince me to go. Which isn't too hard since I really, really want to go. Now I just need to convince my boyfriend to not stay mad at me over my decision.

Quinn

I know that something's wrong when Kim comes out of the bathroom wiping her eyes and shrouding her face. Maybe it's the paternal instinct clutching hold of me, but I don't like seeing her upset. Five bucks says it's her jealous, immature boyfriend that killed her excitement and is trying to make her feel bad. I only say this because I know; I've had to listen to my daughter's laments about her screwed up relationships. It seems like a lot of young men nowadays just don't know how to treat women decently. This is apparent with Kimmy, too.

I should definitely mind my own business. Kim is an adult, she is way over the legal age at twenty-two. As much as I hate seeing Liz get hurt, I can't control her life. I can't tell her to ignore that guy because he's going go cheat on you and lie to you without even blinking once. Because not only will she feel like I'm lying to her, she'll see me as the enemy. Besides, I've done my fair share of fuck ups. The best thing I can do is promise her that I'll be by her side.

But there's something nagging at me, like a starved dog gnawing at a bone. Why did it feel like there was something going on between Kimmy and me? I've known her for a good ten years so of course I never saw her in an attractive way; she was my daughter's best friend and often times I viewed her as a second daughter. But now that she's a grown woman, she's changed so much. She was always skinny and preferred wearing tomboy clothes, even cutting her hair like a boy's. Now there's no question that she's feminine with her long, raven hair and curvy body. I've been trying my best to keep my eyes above her neck but that's impossible with the way she's looking today with a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel top that accentuates her breasts. I'm such a perv, I find myself wondering what size cup she is as the girls return to the kitchen. I need to stop drinking. It will only make the thoughts worse.

*

Two more days until the vacation begins and I find myself in a predicament. The next day, a Saturday, is hell in the morning thanks to the explicit dream I had of Kimmy. I try my best to not think about it at all, but it's impossible. The dream is just too fucking hot. Lots of moaning. Lots of sweat. Kimmy screaming in pleasure, writhing under me. Even the cold shower I take isn't enough to stave the lustful haze I'm under.

I go through the dream in my head as I fix myself breakfast. I almost pour the entire half gallon of milk into my oatmeal because I am daydreaming of her. The dream was so real, I swear I can still taste her. We were hanging out in the living room, watching a movie, when suddenly she got on her knees and kissed my crotch through my jeans. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes and I couldn't deny my ardent desire for her flickering like a well lit fire at night.

I want you, her eyes whispered to me as she pulled down my zipper and uncovered me. She kissed my hardness gently, making me gasp and involuntarily shiver. The way she was looking at me with those eyes...it was making me ache inside so much, it hurt.

When she made love to me with her mouth...I swear I almost came within five minutes of her sucking me off and moaning around my cock. She was just too good. Her tongue massaged the head while her hand deftly stroked the base. The loud sucking noises she made threatened to send me over the edge.

I was shaking by the time I undressed her and kissed her mouth deeply and passionately. When I licked her neck she arched her back and grazed her bare pussy against my cock. 'Fuck me' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me'.

*

I try to distract myself for the entire weekend. I clean the house like I'm a goddamn maid and even Lizzy notices that something's off because she's peering at me oddly as I sweep the floor for the second time on Sunday.

"Are you feeling well?" She asks me. "You never struck me as the neat freak type. Is there something I need to know?"

Her words hit too close to home. If only she knew what's been going on thru my mind yesterday and today. She would call me a creep, slap me, and not speak to me for a good month. Justly so.

"Nah. Just bored. Did you pack yet?"

"My bag's all ready to go," she says excitedly. "We're waking up at eight tomorrow, right?"

I gulp as I think of seeing Kimmy again, especially after my dream. Maybe if I keep away from her, the rampant thoughts and inappropriate desires will cease. One can hope, right?

*

"There's a problem."

This is the last thing anyone wants to hear on the day of one's departure to a full week of vacation. At first I think she's going to say that she has a court date scheduled for today and that's why she can't go with me, but when she starts fiddling with her phone, I get the feeling that it's something else.

"What's wrong?"

Lizzy scrunches her nose. "Kim says that she's backing out of the vacation."

"Wait. What?"

"I know. Everything was okay as of last night but now she's saying that she can't make it."

Suddenly there's a call coming in on her phone. She picks it up without hesitation and for a long minute there's a tense silence before Lizzy starts to speak.

"That's okay," she says. "We'll pick you up wherever you are, Kimmy."

She looks at me for confirmation and I nod.

Kim

I can't believe I'm being such a drama queen. But I really feel shitty and I need to be away from that dickhead Kyle before I say or do something that I regret. Like telling him that he's an asshole fir making me feel like complete shit for no reason.

According to him, though, there is plenty of reason for him to be furious at me. The biggest reason? That I decided to go on this trip without his confirmation. I should have asked him if it was okay. Even now I'm shaking as I remember how he called me a selfish bitch for the entire weekend. Every time I tried to get close to him he'd push me away, both physically and emotionally. We'd be in the same room, sitting on the couch and we wouldn't say a single word to each other.

By the time I see a shiny blue Honda Accord pull up in front of the bus stop that's three blocks away from Kyle's apartment, I feel the sadness subside. Until I hear my phone go off and I see that it's Kyle.

"What do you want?" I ask briskly.

"If you go on this vacation, we're over."

My throat closes up. Tears fill up my vision. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, even though I don't like the way it's making me feel. We've been going out for a year. The first six months were picture perfect, with him spoiling me out of his free will and pampering me with kisses and snuggles. He made me feel so loved and cherished. But it wasn't perfect. He's an awfully selfish lover. He never really cared for me sexually, ever since the beginning. There was only one time he made me come, but that was only when I was pleasuring myself while he was behind me.

I'm feeling like a royal bitch so I take a deep breath before I say, "You're a lousy lay anyway. Bye."

The relief I feel is instant. I hang up the call and put the phone on silent. If he calls me, then I won't be tempted to answer it. The moment I see Lizzy, I feel a burst of happiness pulse within me. When I see Mr. O'Keefe in his aviator sunglasses, I get an additional shot of adrenaline. He looks like he could be on the cover of Men's Magazine , he's so gorgeous. How old is he again?

"Kimmy!" She wraps her arms around me the moment she sees me. "Do you want to get into the backseat? Or do you want to be copilot? I'm a horrible copilot. I give out horrid directions."

I glance at Mr. O'Keefe but he's busy looking at a print out of a map. Sitting next to him sounds thrilling, as dumb as that sounds. Even though he doesn't think of me that way, I'd love to help him out with directions, right?

*

An hour later Lizzy is snoring lightly in the backseat while I stare at her through the rearview mirror. The rock station is playing through the stereo and a lot of the songs remind me of Kyle. He's a big fan of rock bands like Shinedown and Three Days Grace. I try to hide my disdain over the selection of songs but apparently it's failing because Mr. O'Keefe keeps glancing at me as we drive straight on the highway.

"Don't like the tunes?" he asks. "I can change the station."

I frown. "It's okay. I just don't like the memories associated with some of these bands. I'm more of a classic rock girl."

"Really?"

He seems genuinely impressed. Maybe he thinks I'm joking around?

"Mhm," I say as I nod. "I like Deep Purple and Heart, to name a few. Then I like a lot of eighties music like Prince and Def Leppard."

"You have great taste in music. Especially for someone so young."

"Thanks." I feel myself blush. "What about you?"

He keeps his gaze on the road as he changes the station. "Pretty much the same stuff you just mentioned. Maybe you can brainwash Liz into liking some of it."

I laugh. "That'd be hard. She loves her contemporary pop."

I swear I can see him roll his eyes, but it's hard to tell behind the sunglasses. I glance at my phone to check the time and am pleased to see that we only have two hours to go before we arrive at the beach house at Vineland Beach in New Jersey. I just can't wait to dig my toes into the warm sand and hopefully get a nice tan. I get to catch up with Liz, too and possibly flirt with cute guys. Anticipation rushes through me.

*

The beach house is so beautiful and we're lucky enough to get the top floor that has the deck. Since the house is two blocks away from the beach we get to see the ocean pretty well from our vantage point. I'm pretty quick in unpacking my luggage but Elizabeth is another story. I feel so bad for her dad who pretty much has to carry all of the heavy bags and suitcases filled with clothes.

"You do realize that we're only staying for a week, right?" he asks as he plops the bags down in her room. "Not a month. A week."

Liz rolls her eyes. "You just don't get it, dad. Clothes get dirty at the beach. Sand gets on your shorts and shirts. You need at least two pairs of clothes for each day, if not more for emergencies."

I try my best to not laugh out loud but it's hard. I focus on unpacking my stuff as Elizabeth and her dad argue over who's the more stubborn one. It's kind of adorable. It makes me wish that I had that sort of relationship with my dad. Instead he's out drinking and spending all his hard earned money on gambling. Yup, I have a real father figure.

"Kimmy! Come downstairs!"

Lizzy's voice beckons me downstairs, where I see her producing a concoction out of orange juice and vodka. I look at her oddly as she shoves the mixed drink toward my direction.

"Here, drink," she says cheerfully. "We have to get a buzz before we head out later."

"We're going out later?" I ask in surprise. "This is news to me."

"To the club. They got a really nice one out here. It's gay so everyone's cool and down to earth."

"Awesome."

I smile as I remember how open minded her dad is. When she nervously came out to him last year, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Even though he took her seriously, he just smiled and said he always knew that she was bisexual. He reassured her that it wasn't going to change the way he saw and loved her. His reaction was so perfect, it made her cry.

She tilts her head. "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Maybe." I yawn and stretch my arms. "I'm ugly, though. What will I wear?"

"Um, excuse you!" she says angrily. "Take that back."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling very well right now."

"We're having drinks this early?"

Quinn is such a nice name and it really suits him. I don't know why I think of this as I stare at him. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them away in his pocket. His face is so perfect, does he have any idea of how beautiful he is? I know I sound so shallow but I can't help it. I grab the mixed drink from Elizabeth and take a hurried sip. It reminds me of a tropical island far away from drama and bullshit.

"This tastes really good," I say.

Lizzy smiles triumphantly. "See? It's not too early. Now it's time for the beach."

Quinn

It's so hard to not stare at Kim at the beach. Luckily my shades protect me from where my gaze is set at, but sometimes I swear we lock stares. She looks like a mermaid with her long, wavy hair and smooth, tan skin. I bet she smells so good. But I don't want to be a creep and sniff her. That would definitely set the wrong mood. So I do my best to ignore her sexy legs and hearty laugh. I try to check out other women. But I keep falling back to Elizabeth. She has the same music tastes as me. That's impossible to find nowadays. I wonder if I would have a chance with her if I were younger? If only. I highly doubt she'd want to date an old geezer like me.

The beach is wonderful until a storm rolls in, threatening to blow us away with its high winds and ominous, black clouds. We barely make it to the beach house as the rain begins its unrelenting downfall. The raindrops sound like bullets against the roof, but it's soothing. It quickly becomes apparent that Kimmy thinks the same, too. She's already nestling herself in the corner of a couch, nursing a teacup. My daughter, on the other hand, is restless as she stretches out on the sofa and groans.

"I can't believe it's raining!" she exclaims in annoyance. "We're going to be cooped up here all day." She pouts and crosses her arms.

"Maybe it will stop," Kim says before she blows on the hot liquid. "It can't rain forever."

I'm curious as to how the weather is going to turn out so I look at my smartphone and am disappointed to see that it's supposed to be cloudy almost all week. When I look up, I see Kim staring at me before she quickly looks away. This is going to be a very long week if we're stuck inside because of the rain.

"What are we having for dinner?" Elizabeth asks as she pats her belly. "I'm getting hungry."

"Maybe some salad?" Kim asks with a hopeful tone. "I don't think I can do a big meal. Unless you guys are in the mood for it."

"Ooh! Make your bean salad, dad!" Liz asks excitedly. "It's healthy and scrumptious."

I laugh. "That sounds good. Sounds like a plan."

*

After dinner it quickly becomes apparent that the girls want to drink but it's still pouring heavily outside. Luckily I brought a mixer and a full bottle of tequila for the week but now I'm starting to doubt that it's going to last us all week. I'm putting away dishes when I hear laughter from the girls' shared room. The door is slightly ajar but I've been doing my best to ignore their conversation. But suddenly they've gotten really loud.

"Your dad is so hot," Kim's voice filters through the slightly cracked door. "There, I said it."

My hand freezes midway as a cup almost falls from my grasp. Did I just hear her correctly? She thinks that I'm hot? Maybe I misheard her. But then Liz starts to laugh uncontrollably.

"Shh, he's out there. He might hear you. And yeah, he's handsome, but he's my dad! That's kind of weird, Kim."




Temptation



"Oops."

I need to distract myself before I make a wreck. After I place the cup away in the cupboard, I put on a radio on my smartphone. "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing, distracting me for the moment. Until Liz pops up next to me and motions me toward her.

"If Kim asks you for more drinks, tell her no," she whispers lowly in my ear. "I have a feeling she's hiding something and drinking isn't going to help the situation."

I don't like the sound of this, but I have no other option but to nod. After all the dishes are washed and dried, I'm about to go into my bedroom when I see the door open further and see Kim changing in front of the mirror. She's changing her top and to my shock she is braless. I quickly look away but I can't erase the image of her large, luscious breasts out of my mind. I stifle a groan and curse when I feel my erection rubbing against my pants with every step. I feel horrible for having witnessed that but it was an accident. Still. Conflicting emotions ravage me. Lust. Confusion. Excitement. Her nipples were so taught and perky, how would they feel against my tongue? How would she react to my mouth suckling her hard nipple as I caressed her velvet warmth with my finger? Just the thought is driving me insane. I haven't been this horny in a very long time. I'm considering watching a porno and jerking off my frustration but then I remember that I don't have my laptop. I do have my phone, though. After a moment of consideration, though, I change my mind. It just doesn't feel the same way anymore. Touching myself only makes it worse. So I just lay there and try to take a nap. Fifteen minutes later when I'm dozing off, I hear a knock on my door.

"Coming," I murmur as I walk toward the door.

"Hey," Kim says as she looks at me drowsily. "Liz is going to the corner store. Do you want something?"

You, I want to say out loud. I drink in her petite figure and quickly realize that she dressed up. She has on a strapless purple tank top and a black skirt and her hair is down in loose, relaxed waves.

"You look pretty," I blurt out.

"Oh, thank you," she says breathlessly as she blushes. "You're too sweet."

"Nah, I don't want anything." My gaze flickers to her breasts. "Are you girls going out somewhere?"

"Well, I thought we were...but I don't know. We don't want to leave you alone."

I smirk. "Don't worry about me. You girls are young. Have fun. You deserve it."

She smiles coyly. "Maybe you can come out with us."

I grind my teeth. I know that it's bad for me and the sound is horrible, but luckily she doesn't seem to hear it. Maybe she'll meet a guy out there who will replace me. I'm just a silly crush, a one-time infatuation.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

*

The girls leave around eleven to a bar down the street and I make it clear to them that if they need a ride to not hesitate to call me. I'm watching a replay of a soccer match between USA and Mexico when I get a text message. I expect it to be from Liz until I see the unrecognized number.

I love that you were watching me ;)

 Every nerve in my body is paralyzed. I stare at the cell phone in complete horror as I slowly accept the truth: Kim saw me watching her. And she liked it. Unless this is a cruel joke and it's someone else's number. I can't stand the anticipation of not knowing so I quickly text her back.

Is this Kimberly?

 My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. It's pathetic, the way I'm feeling about a silly phone conversation, but this could end up hurting me in the end. What if Elizabeth finds out that there's something going on between us?

Yup it's her :p I am so bored here. Come save me.

 I'm about to answer her request when I get another text from her.

Liz is flirting with this guy and I don't want to kill her mood. I want to leave but I don't want to leave her alone.

 I know what it's like to be somewhere you don't want to be. It really sucks. Not only are you bored out of your mind, but you're also extremely uncomfortable. It's just not worth it.

Okay, I'm going. What's the name of the bar?



I might regret this tomorrow but for now I'm having fun. I think I've had five drinks? Maybe less than that. Hopefully not more, though. Lizzy is having a lot of fun chatting with this cute guy who's obviously into her. He seems like a cool dude. He's tanner than me and has intoxicating brown eyes. There was a guy who was trying to talk to me earlier but he looked younger than me and honestly, right now I can't deal with young people. That sounds mean and stupid but honestly, it's how I feel. Which is why I'm so happy to see Quinn when he arrives at the bar.

"There you are!" I say excitedly as he approaches me with a smile. "Thanks for coming! As you can see, it's just me and the bartender right now."

They both exchange a smirk as I nurse my pina colada. It's so delicious and smooth, I can't believe there's liquor in here. Well, there has to be if I'm getting this happy and flirty all of a sudden. Quinn sits down next to me and I stare at his strong, lean arms. How would those arms feel against me as he pins me down to the bed with his gorgeous body? I cross my legs, wanting the insistent heat to melt away.

"Thanks for inviting me," he says as he browses the crowd. "Looks like it's a busy night here."

"Yeah." I sip my drink and look over at Liz. "At least Lizzy is having fun. She deserves it. She's had a rough time lately."

"So do you."

I want to talk to him about how he saw me changing in the bedroom, but I keep quiet. I don't want to do it here, where people can hear us. So I set my drink down, grab his hand and pull him toward the back entrance. Thankfully there is no one out here and there's a light that illuminates the small alleyway.

"What's up?" he asks playfully.

My hand lingers on his wrist even though I feel my chest constrict and my legs turn into silly putty. His skin feels so good, so right. Kyle has been texting me all night but all I can think about is Quinn. He's looking at me patiently and it's taking every ounce of patience within me to not plaster myself against him and kiss him.

"I saw you looking," I whisper as my fingers grip his wrist a little tighter. "It's okay. Did you like what you saw?"

His face darkens and I know I've said something wrong. I immediately regret asking him that so I retract my hand from him and stare at the paved ground instead.

"Nevermind," I hastily say. "Forget I said anything. I'm sorry."

I walk away before I make more of a fool of myself.

*

I walk back to the beach house feeling so ashamed of myself. Why the hell would he confess to liking what he saw? Maybe he didn't even like what he saw. Maybe he was disgusted. I'm such a fucking dumb ass. In a moment of weakness I find myself texting Kyle back, but it's not a very nice text.

I don't believe that this time will be different. That's what you always say.

 I collapse on the bed. A mere minute later I hear the door open and a shuffle of feet before the bed dips and someone sits down next to me.

"Hey," a soft, masculine voice whispers to me. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention."

I open my eyes and look up to see him gazing at me with a genuine concerned expression. It's been so long since Kyle looked at me that way. The past several months have been filled with empty stares and annoyed glances. Not to mention an acrid distance that I can taste in my mouth. I can feel Quinn's affection radiating from his body and I'm definitely responding to it. What I'm also responding to? His sexy, crisp, clean scent.

"You smell good," I say as I sit up. "Really good."

"Thanks."

His voice is firm and unwavering, unlike before. He's looking at me more steadily now and it's making my skin feel like it's on fire. I've never wanted someone this badly before. Of course I've had crushes and people I've fooled around with, but we seem to have an attraction that is so magnetic, I can feel it in my bones. I'm so close to him that I can see his long eyelashes, his warm bright green eyes and the few freckles that he has on his cheeks. Time seems to slow down as I lift my hand and caress his cheek.

"You are so handsome," I whisper. "I can't take it."

Any minute now Elizabeth is going to open the door and come barging inside, demanding an explanation. Just one look at us and it's obvious that something is going on. There has to be. Why else would we be staring at each other like this without saying a single word? He gently grabs my hand and kisses the top part. I gasp as his lips graze my skin, making my nipples harden in ardent desire.

"You're beautiful and young," he finally says. "You can have whoever you want."

I want you, though! The words almost escape my lips. I don't want just any stupid guy. A guy who won't care like you do. I can only imagine how he is in bed. He doesn't even have to be perfect and he'd be a whole lot better than most of the guys that I've been with who only cared about themselves. But how can I say that to him right now? He'll just think that I'm drunk and obnoxious.

"Good night, Kim," he says before he leaves the room.

*

The next morning I wake up alone. I see that Liz is missing from her own bed so I figure that she went out for a walk or something. Memories of last night hit me suddenly and I don't know whether I should feel excited or embarrassed. I remember the way Quinn gently kissed my hand and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. Just thinking about him turns me on so much, I can't help it. I roll the covers down and my hand immediately wanders down to my pajamas, where I lift the elastic band and flicker my finger around my aroused clit. I imagine that it's Quinn fingering me and I get even wetter. I imagine him being rough and hard in bed and it turns me on so much, thinking about him fucking me so hard. I moan as I look down at my bare pussy and see that it's so wet and slippery, my finger is making noises every time I rub myself. I become possessed as I climb closer and closer to orgasm. I'm about to come when I hear the door knock and I yelp as I panic and scramble to get the sheets.

"Lizzy?" Quinn's voice drifts through the other side. "Can I come in?"

I look down at myself and moan when I see how wet I am. I know that I need to answer him so after I quickly pull up my pajama bottoms, I jump out of bed and go to the door.

"Yeah?" I ask as adrenaline rushes through me. "What's up?"

I open the door all the way and relish in the sight of him. His face alone is so handsome and attractive to me, it's driving me insane. Just being close to him is intoxicating in itself. I shake my head and try to snap out of this spell.

"I was just looking for Liz," he says as he glances around the room. "Do you know where she went?"

I shake my head. "I have no idea. She might have gone out on a run. I woke up and she wasn't here."

"Okay," he says without looking at me. "I'll be out in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I'm making pancakes."

He cooks, too? Is there anything wrong with this man? Probably not. But I don't like the way he's avoiding my gaze and looking at everything except for me. I must have really upset him last night. I'm such a fucking loser.

I have to do the right thing. Even if she's looking at me with pure lust embedded in her eyes, I can't give in to temptation. It's only been a few days so this will pass. The wanting will be temporary. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that nothing is permanent. Everything is in a constant change of motion.

Of course this is hard to do when she's in her cute pajamas and staring at me voraciously, undressing me with her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and when she opened the door, she was breathing heavily. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a moan but I did not look at the bed. I can only deduce what was going on. It's so difficult concentrating on the pancake batter when I have that moan resonating in my ears. Sometimes having a good memory is not a good thing...

"What kind of pancakes are they?"

I turn around, surprised by her voice so near. She's sitting on a tall chair by the little island planted in the kitchen. She's still in her pajamas and I grind down on my teeth as I imagine picking up her petite body and gently pressing her to the wall. I'd kiss her slowly and patiently, taking my time to taste her sweet mouth and roam my hands around her curves. Her knees would buckle as I gingerly bite her vulnerable neck. I stop myself before the image in my head gets too obscene.

"Blueberries," I blurt out loud. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She smiles at me. "Sounds yummy."

I feel myself shiver before I say, "Did you really mean what you said last night?"

So much for avoiding trouble. What has gotten over me? I am entranced by her green eyes, her tan skin and gorgeous body. I don't know exactly what's going on between us but it's definitely something because my heart drops to the floor when she gets off the chair and walks over to me, calmly and slowly.

"Yes," she whispers. "I meant every word."

I don't understand what she sees in me. She's just starting her life and I have to start thinking of retirement soon. That doesn't seem to bother her one bit, though. The pan sizzles behind me and it takes everything inside me to turn my back to her and flip the pancakes over.

"Pancakes will be ready in a minute," I say with a brittle voice.

A pair of hands encircle me from behind and my entire frame stills. Good thing I'm working on the last pancake or there would be no pancakes. Because when she wraps her hands around my waist, I lose control. It's kind of sad that I turn off the stove first before I frame her beautiful face and kiss her passionately, but then again I am a father. I'm also needy because I place a pressing hand on her lower back and pull her toward me. She tastes so sweet, reminding me of strawberries and honey. Her lips are so soft and tender like ripe fruit. She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me.

"Fuck me, please," she whispers hoarsely with need. "I want you inside me so bad."

A groan almost escapes me. She sounds so sexy saying those words. But I'm also alarmed. What about making out? About getting to know each other? And what about foreplay? Has she been so used to selfish men that could care less about satisfying her? I end the kiss and trail my lips across her cheek to her earlobe. She gasps when I kiss her small ear.

"I'd rather kiss you right now," I whisper into her ear. "And make you feel good."

She moans even louder. I'm about to kiss her again when I hear someone fumbling with the doorknob downstairs. Of course it can only be one person so the both of us quickly step away from each other, like two like magnets being repelled. The look she's giving me is tearing me apart, making me ache with unfiltered need. I'm so turned on that it hurts. I want to pick her up and take her to my bed and kiss every inch of her soft, tan skin and make her tremble until she can't take it anymore.

"Hey guys!" Elizabeth says as she enters the kichen. "It smells divine in here. Are those pancakes?"

She's your daughter's friend, I remind myself. I can't keep doing this. I need to make a decision based on rationality, not on feeling.

The girls go to the beach but I skip out on it because I'm still too turned on to feel comfortable in swimming trunks. Every time I think about kissing Kim, I get so turned on, it makes it impossible to think about anything else. So once I make sure that they're gone, I take a cold, long shower, thinking that will help me. It doesn't. I hiss as I look down at my hardness. No one's ever made me go crazy with need like this. It's wrong but I imagine here with me in the shower, naked and wet. I start stroking myself as I imagine fingering her as she backs up against me, grinding against me. She'd expect me to fuck her right away but I would take my time making sure she was wet and ready for me. Not only that but I'd make her come with my finger and then even harder with my mouth. I shiver as I think about tongue fucking her and hearing her muffled moan until it turns into a desperate cry of need. I growl as I come but it isn't enough to satisfy my lust. I need her. But I can't have her.

It starts raining on the beach again so we're forced to go home. I don't really see Quinn anywhere in the house so I assume he went out, which makes me sad but it shouldn't. What happened between us earlier was really intense. It's obvious we both want each other. But maybe he's intimidated by the fact that I'm his daughter's friend. I try to focus on Lizzy as we watch a stupid reality TV show but I just catch myself day dreaming about Quinn. I want to suck him off so bad and have him saying nasty things to me. I am such a dirty girl. I wonder how he tastes and how his come would taste, too. When I see him walking into the house an hour later my chest tightens and I stare at him as I dig my fingernails into the couch. He doesn't glance my way but looks at Elizabeth before he starts to speak.

"I'm going to the casino tonight," he says.

"Ooh, can we go?" Lizzy says excitedly. "That sounds like fun, right Kim?"

I glance at the carpeted floor. "Yeah, it does. But maybe he wants to go alone."

I can't hide the sadness from my voice, but still I try. Now Quinn is staring at me and I find myself squirming on the seat.

"Sure. I'm leaving at seven."

I decide to wear something comfortable and not too flashy since we're going to be walking around a lot. Heels are out of the question so I wear a pair of cute yet comfortable sandals along with a pair of jeans and a lacy black top. Liz, on the other hand, looks like she's ready to go to a club with a bright blue dress that hugs her curves. I feel like shit compared to her. But when Quinn is staring at me outside as he waits for us to leave, I feel pretty good, I can't lie.

"You look pretty," he says as he glances at Liz. "The both of you."

"Aw, thanks dad!" Liz gushes. "Let's go have fun."

"I can be designated driver," I offer.

"I'm not." Liz laughs. "I'll probably be piss ass drunk."

The night turns out to be similar to the other night when me and Liz went out. Only this time she meets up with a really cute girl who seems down to earth and funny. I actually want them to have some time alone so I wander around the casino, sipping from a soda. I feel like a little kid, honestly. Everyone else is gambling and drinking liquor yet here I am drinking a soda. My stomach starts rumbling and I'm about to start looking around for a restaurant when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

Look behind you

The text is from Quinn and sure enough when I turn around I see him waving at me enthusiastically. He seems to be in a good mood so that has me smiling as I walk toward him and wave back.

"Hey," I say shyly. "Having fun?"

He grins. "I'm drunk and lost fifty bucks. At least I'm drunk, though. Right?"

I laugh. "True. What games did you play?"

"Just the slot machines. I'm starving. I was going to get some food."

"I was about to do the same." I smile nervously. "Want to get something together?"

He glances around. "Where's Liz?"

"She's hanging out with a lady." I giggle. "I think they're hitting it off pretty well."

"Aw. Okay." He smiles. "I want her to be happy."

"Me too." I smile. "She deserves it."

"So where do you want to go?" he asks as we start walking.

I shrug. "I don't really care. Hopefully somewhere not expensive."

"Buffet is good. There's a lot of variety there."

I raise an eyebrow. "Isn't it expensive?"

He shakes his head. "Not if I'm paying."

The buffet turns out to be really nice. I eat some rice pilaf with steamed veggies along with a good amount of salad. We talk like nothing happened before and that's starting to get to me because it won't happen ever again. Until he reaches for my hand and kisses my cheek. I feel myself still as his warm breath rubs against my ear, making me shut down.




Temptation



"Come outside with me," he asks in a sexy rasp. "Please."

I grab his hand tightly and lead him out of the casino. I lead the way through the crowds of people and finally to the secluded beach where we can have some privacy. He stops walking and suddenly it's his turn to lead the way as he directs me toward the dark pillars where no one can see us. A thrill runs through my body as I wonder what he's going to do.

"Finally," he says as he lets go of my hand.

I watch him in enraptured silence as he gently pins me against one of the pillars and kisses me slowly. I feel myself melting and my entire body buzz with raw electricity as he runs his hand through my hair and kisses me so perfectly. His tongue flickers against my bottom lip and I imagine that it's my clit he's licking and I immediately shiver all over.

"I want to suck on your neck and finger you," he says drowsily. "Can I?"

I gulp. "Out here?"

He nods. "Nobody will come. I got you. Unless you don't feel comfortable."

I moan as he sucks on my neck. "You're making me so wet..."

His tongue runs across my sensitive, soft skin and I wiggle against him, in complete heat. My nipples are so hard, straining against my bra. His mouth wanders down to my shoulder and he bites it gently, making me gasp.

"My tongue will get you wetter," he rasps. "Fuck. Let's just get a room. That way we're not paranoid. Is that okay?"

I definitely feel better with the room option. Thankfully we get a room rather quickly which is good because I am so horny I am ready to attack him with everything I have. But it seems that he's quicker because as soon as he locks the door he shoves me against the bed and kisses me so hard I am in hell with pure lust. He's like a different person as he pulls my knees apart with his leg and grinds himself against me. He unbuttons my shirt with his beautiful hands and rips my bra off and gazes longingly at my chest.

"So perfect," he whispers before he plants a soft kiss on each nipple.

My back arches as he tweaks a nipple with his fingers and suckles on the other one, sending heat right to my core. My panties are drenched and my clit is throbbing for more. He brings his mouth back up to my mouth and kisses me passionately as his hands wander down my trembling body. He breaks the kiss to unbutton my jeans, which I help him with since they are kind of tight on me. He growls when he sees me in nothing but my panties.

"You are driving me insane," he says as he stretches out next to me on the bed. "I need to make you come."

I moan at the intensity of his voice. While he kisses my neck and shoulder, his right hand wanders to my black silky panties. My heart is racing and adrenaline rushes through me as his hand creeps down the hemline of my panties. When his fingers brush the soft, downy hairs, I shudder violently. I swallow back a scream when his finger gently brushes over my highly aroused clit.

"Do you like dirty talk?" he asks in my ear.

"Please," I moan out loud.

I moan even louder when his finger grazes my clit yet again. All I can feel is silky wetness and his expert finger making me tremble with every move. He licks my earlobe and I back up against him, rubbing my ass against his erection.

"So you're a dirty girl?" he asks as his finger glides over my wetness. "Is that why you're so wet?"

"Oh God," I whisper nervously. "It feels so good."

I don't care if I sound like a slut; it really does feel so good, I am trembling all over. My muscles feel like they're going to melt any second and my skin feels on fire. Between his slow, torturous finger and sexy, raspy voice, I am going to unravel any second now. Which is surprising since it takes me at least ten minutes when I have solo sessions to get off.

"You like my finger on your little clit?" he asks in my ear. "I can make it go faster. But I'll have to take off your panties for that."

I literally rip off my underwear so fast, it makes him laugh. I spread my legs open and he growls in approval.

"Good girl," he says longingly. "Now I can finger you real good."

My dick is telling me to fuck her hard and fast but I ignore my primal instinct to do that. I want to make her come so hard she forgets where she is. Besides, she feels so perfect in my hand, so slippery and wet, that I can't stop touching her. The sound of my finger rubbing against her clit seems to really turn her on because she is panting and bucking against me like she's going to lose it any second.

"I'm close," she says in a raspy whisper. "Don't stop, baby, please."

That's all I need to hear. I quicken my pace and bite down on her shoulder and she starts trembling against me almost immediately. She screams in pure pleasure as she drenches my hand in her come. Hearing her raw pleasure is so satisfying and sexy, I find myself moaning, too. She rides my fingers as her body goes through a small series of mini shocks. But it isn't enough.

"More," I growl in her ear. "I want to give you more."

She gasps when I start fingering her again, only this time it's a little more hard and aggressive. I love the sound of my finger slipping in and out of her pussy. I imagine it's my dick and I swallow back a scream. Instead I focus on her. The way her spine is stiffening and she starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I suckle on her neck again and she starts to moan in pure desperation.

"Oh my God," she says breathlessly as she squeezes my dick, hard. "I'm going to come so hard."

"Yes, give it to me," I whisper into her ear. "Give me your come, baby."

She screams even louder than before and shudders so violently, at first I think I've hurt her. But then she's convulsing uncontrollably and saying my name over and over again and I know I just gave her an amazing orgasm. That and the fact that not only is my hand completely soaked, but the sheets are a little soaked, too.

"I want to finger you all night," I whisper into her ear. "I can't get enough of you."

We should probably be heading back downstairs but I need to make her come one last time. My finger rubs her clit even faster and she is sweating and panting and it's so perfect, the way she crumples next to me in surrender. Her ass grinds against my erection and I hiss at the friction, backing up. She calls out my name one last time as her legs shake and she closes her eyes. When her orgasm has finally subsided, I kiss her cheek and hold her tight against me.

"You are so perfect," he whispers. "In every way."

[To be continued?]



Temptation



I slink towards you, my eyes fogged with lust. My hands touch your smooth chest; I can feel your muscles tighten under my fingers and I am immediately excited at the effect I have over you. I have to steel myself from gripping you too hard, but all I want to do is grab your body. I continue touching you, moving my hands to your stomach. My nails graze your skin and you moan a little. It is time for your shirt to come off and I am salivating at the sight of your toned chest and shoulders. I can smell your desire for me and I am instantly intoxicated. My fingers make invisible lines down your shoulders and arms before coming to rest on your belt. I give it a playful tug but whisper that we will come back to that later. 

I raise my hands to touch your face, and trace a finger over your lips. I bite my own just thinking of what those lips are going to taste like. I touch your hair and neck. Your arms entwine me and my knees suddenly feel like jello. My heart is racing as you lean your head down and your mouth touches mine. I moan a little...your lips are soft and sweet. Your tongue pushes my mouth open further and I am almost dizzy from your kiss. Your hands are moving all over my body. I am desperately trying to remember how your fingers feel on my skin, but my head is spinning and my body is screaming with exhilaration. My hands return to your chest and your kiss deepens as I touch you. Suddenly all I can think of is how much I want to feel your skin against mine. Your velvet-like hands come to rest on my lower back and you pull me closer. 

I am quivering with need for you. Your mouth presses against my neck and I feel your teeth sink ever so gently into my flesh. I whimper and my nails scrape against your bare chest. You pull away from me long enough to remove my top. My bra is unclasped and sliding to the floor before I even know it. Suddenly I am shy and embarrassed, and turn my body slightly from you. I feel your warm breath on my ear as you whisper that I am beautiful and sexy. I can hear your voice tremble a little as you huskily declare how much you want me, need me. Our lips meet again and we kiss long and hard as you guide me back to your bed. You playfully push me onto the soft mattress. This show of force only arouses me further. You grab my leg and slowly run your moist tongue from my ankle to my thigh. I feel a tingling between my outstretched limbs and moan at the feel on your tongue on my skin. You chuckle and move on to my other leg. I am on fire now and almost pleading for you to take me. Your tongue travels slowly up to my panties, where you plant light kisses down to my crotch. I am almost crying from the incredible sensation of your mouth. 

I whimper again and you move up to my stomach. Your fingers find my nipples, and you begin to squeeze and massage them. I beg you to stop teasing, but I know you are enjoying yourself too much. Your tongue swirls around my breasts and your hand moves down to press against my now wet crotch. I feel I am going to pass out, I am so close to orgasm. My breathing is short and ragged and I can no longer talk. You slide back down to my panties. Your teeth grab the front and glide them past my toes. My legs fall open and you climb between them. I am beyond aching now and you assure me the teasing is over. I gasp the first time you lick me. Your face burrows into my pussy, licking harder and faster. I am lost in oblivion as your tongue moves in and out of me. 

You find my spot and attack it with a vengeance. I am breathing harder and moaning your name. My thighs tense up around your head and my first orgasm washes over me like a wave. I cry out as you lick faster, my hips bucking into your face. I am barely through my first when a second orgasm slams into me. My legs become limp and I let out a long sigh. I am temporarily satisfied, but I am still fantasizing about how you will feel inside me, making love to me. You kiss your way back up to my lips and, with a wink, whisper that I was absolutely delicious.



Temptation



My heels clicked along the pavement as I walked with my boyfriend James. We had just seen an incredible rock concert in an even more incredible and energetic city. Walking along together we passed different people who were just as interested in us as we were in them. Not overtly sexual but....randomly sexual. Checking someone out without having to know anything else about them. In a city this size you might never see them again. We traded glances with a few attractive couples as we got closer to the parking lot. We weren't tempted by any of them and walked briskly still discussing if we'd go back to our hotel for awhile or perhaps for the night. Or we could head out and dance at one of the 'hot spots'. We still had three more days so we hopped in the car heading for the hotel. 

Although it was a big city we'd noticed a hotel reasonably close to the arena deciding to drive rather than fly. It was only a few hours besides we'd be able to enjoy the new sports car I'd just bought for myself. Red of course. James loved driving it and so did I. We enjoyed teasing each other as we got near the car. Both of us wanted to drive and we giggled as we suggested little 'games' to establish who'd be driving. We leaned against the car kissing a little but I noticed some guys walking through the parking lot. They seemed harmless enough searching for their car apparently unsure where they'd parked it. My shiny red 'rod stood out nicely among the other drab 4-doors. I told James we should maybe offer to help them look since it was 'getting late'. The fact that they were all really cute didn't escape James either. 

We watched the unsuccessful search as they bobbed and weaved through the rows of cars in the darkened parking lot. Most of them left by their owners to be picked up in the morning I assumed. We drove slowly toward the parking lot exit which took us right past the lost 'boys'. I rolled down my window as James slowed right down and smiled before giving them my best sexy drawl. I channeled Mae West and animatedly asked them....'lost?....boys.' We all giggled after since they were from out of town too. A much smaller town where you didn't usually LOSE your car. They complimented James on the 'hot ride' making me proud but I let him have the moment. It WAS hot. We offered to give one of them a lift around the lot so they could find their car. They thanked us but weren't really concerned since they shouldn't be driving in their drunken state anyway. 

They told us about a party at a nearby hotel....OUR HOTEL. We told them we were staying there too and ended up seeing them awhile later in the crowd of bodies surrounding the pool area. We smiled and waved as we headed to our room. There was quite a number of people gathered and the music was loud but not blaring. Loud enough that they'd all be forced to 'disperse' before too long. We had a great view of the pool and opened our curtains a little as we sat talking about the concert. We had a few beers out on our patio watching as the Manager chased most of the crowd back to their rooms. 

A few die-hards managed to hang back and we giggled as we threatened to call the Mgr. back. He'd said anyone caught causing a disturbance would be asked to leave the hotel. We had ducked back into our room closing the curtains so we could enjoy a naughty party for TWO. We fantasized about doing dirty things that we'd never done since it satisfied us just talking about them. We didn't want to have awkward meetings with someone we'd had an encounter with...in some bathroom at the airport or out at the lake. That was a favorite. We'd be camping and the two of us would meet 3 or 4 guys who would fuck my pussy alternating between licking my sweet little cunt and fucking me like a slut while I spread my legs for these 'randoms'. James loved the idea of 'watching' and I loved the idea of being able to fuck someone I found attractive. No sneaking. No cheating. But actually DOING anything kinky with anyone besides each other was too risky. We were satisfied. James fucked me long and hard while we grinded together talking about the 'lost boys' and how each of them would want JAMES to suck their cocks before they fucked me. He continued telling me he would watch while they fucked me. Mmmmm. I had two orgasms before James was ready. It was amazing and some of the best sex we had was when we were being so extremely dirty and nasty. So dirty we decided it was our 'secret'. This added to the excitement and we'd reassure each other that no matter what we 'wanted in the fantasy' nobody would know. Just us. This allowed us to freely share wild desires that even WE hadn't realized until that moment.

We'd talked about people who we knew sometimes but tonight it was those anonymous studs. I showered first taking far too long but I half expected to see James peeking around the curtain. I shut the water off and peered around the bathroom. No James. Perhaps he'd dozed off. We did have quite a day after all. I wanted to go for a swim and hoped James was interested. I wandered through the room peering around at the empty bed. Hmmmm. I could hear voices outside and reached in my suitcase pulling out the new RED bikini I'd bought that day. I could hear James talking and hoped the other voices belonged to some cute boys. Maybe one or more of the three we'd met earlier. I grabbed one of James shirts throwing it over my suit and headed to the pool. 

James was sitting with two other guys chatting about the band we'd all seen. I slipped my foot into the water while I listened to James talking. They all looked over as I dipped my leg further. I was happy to find it was indeed two of the guys from the parking lot. We laughed about their buddy who'd apparently gone back to search for his car. He'd met a young and willing 'random' to spend some time with and wanted to get her away from all his buddies. 

Evan and Matt told us they were sharing their room with 4 other guys. They didn't have much money figuring they'd either meet some girl or well..whatever. They were both 22 and going to college. We traded a little telling them we were both 35 and had already enjoyed our 'college years'. We encouraged them to live it up and enjoy themselves since it was a truly memorable time for us. We were still living it up...no kids and plenty of expensive toys to enjoy. Our boat was the most recent purchase aside from my car..ahhh. I loved my new car. We also had two other muscle cars James and his brother had restored. I loved roaring around in them once in awhile. 

Evan told us he'd sold his car and bought a motorcycle. He joked that if he still had the car they could sleep there. I assumed it was a hint they were getting tired. 

I stood up taking off the oversized man shirt I'd borrowed from James revealing my skimpy new purchase. James didn't say anything and neither did Matt or Evan. I could feel them watching me as I walked slowly toward the pool. I walked down the steps and dove in quietly to avoid disturbing any of the other guests. I floated around in the cool water relaxing as I listened to James talk to the two of them...about ME. He was admiring my 35 year old 'hot body' with generous compliments about my great tits, etc. I was flattered but a little embarrased and glad to be out in the water. I headed inside leaving the three of them to drink the last of the beer and continue talking about T & A. 

I took another shower wondering if they were actually going to be sleeping here. We did have an extra bed and it was a little chilly outside. Of course they could always go stay at another hotel, couldn't they? I wondered what James would decide since I'd winked at him obviously leaving the decision to him. We were feeling brave and they were hot enough to take temptation to the next level.....



Temptation



All day, she has been looking forward to coming home -- since early this morning, her arousal has been strong. Every time she stands up or sits down, her clit rubs against her panties, and she has to bite her lip to stifle a moan. The hours at the office tick by slowly. By the time she arrives home, it is nearly too much for her.

But in the evening, she is exhausted and not sure she has the energy to give herself pleasure. She removes her clothes and puts on a pale blue silk robe which hits the middle of her shapely calves. She sits down, grimacing as her clit makes contact with her silk panties, and tries to read. She tries to finish work that she left undone. But to no avail. She cannot help reaching down every now and then and massaging her mound through her panties with her index and middle fingers. As she sits in a chair by the window, the gentle pressure of her own fingers makes her lean her head back, close her eyes, and moan softly. "Oh, my..." Her middle finger presses a little harder than she expected. "Oh, my!" She calls out, her eyes flying open, her low, breathy voice rather loud in the empty room. Panting, she puts her laptop down on the end table and gets up to pour herself a glass of wine, trying to resist the urge to strip and drive herself mad. 

She goes upstairs to her bedroom. There, she paces, sipping a glass of Merlot and contemplating the large bed in the center of the room. It is covered with white satin sheets, and it beckons to her. Her exhaustion is melting away as her body grows warm and languorous with her temptation to touch herself. Her clit is already swollen from her touching it indirectly downstairs, and she feels it craving her hands upon it, again. In preparation, she takes a silver bullet vibrator from her night table drawer and puts it on the bed.

She slips off her robe and ivory silk panties, and we see a glorious body. A long, swanlike neck, firm, beautiful breasts topped with nipples the color of berries to match her exquisite full lips, elegantly curved shoulders -- not too slim and not too broad, but just enough to carry her lovely breasts proudly -- a flat belly, hips that curve outward just slightly, and endless legs. Her smooth olive skin is flawless.

Her face is utterly arresting. Mesmerizing green eyes haunt the onlooker. A pert nose and lips that leave broken hearts in their path draw gazes wherever she goes. Dark tresses tumble about her oval face, making her appear a mystery to all who see her.

With a sigh, she sits down on her bed, listening to the springs creak in the silence of her bedroom. She lies down, closing her eyes. For a moment, she merely enjoys the comfort of her bed, allowing her body to sink into the soft mattress. 

But her desire will not be sated. Slowly, so slowly, she reaches up and lightly touches the right side of her long neck -- a place where she is particularly sensitive. Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a long sigh as her fingers glide down her skin, tilting her head to the opposite side, slightly. She touches the base of her throat and then lifts her other hand. After a second of hesitation, both of her elegant hands cup her breasts.

"Ohhhh," she groans, as her hands gently massage her breasts, feeling the warmth spread throughout her belly. Her hips rise a little bit as her hands knead her own flesh. Then her thumbs touch her nipples, and she freezes, her hips still in the air. Her eyes and her mouth open as the shock of pleasure reverberates through her, and she feels a jolt between her legs. "EH!" She cries helplessly. 

With one thumb rotating her hardening left nipple, she ever so slowly slides the other down her slender body. Her fingers encounter a place slightly under her navel, on the left side, a place she has always found incredibly sensitive. She gasps, pausing for a moment. After a few seconds of attempting to find her breath, she continues lower. 

Her right hand strokes the silky inside of her thigh. "Ohhhh," she moans, her voice is beginning to sound pleading, now. She bends one leg at the knee, so her sole is flat upon the bed, and she pulls it up toward her body. "Ahhhh," she moans as the cool satin slides against the ultra-sensitive skin of her foot, tilting her head to the side. Slowly, she runs her fingers along the outer lips of her secret place. 

She circles her index finger around and around the edges of lips, and she is not able to suppress a soft sound. "Oooh..." She begins to tap the hood of her clit with her index and middle fingers, feeling each tap throughout her upper body and flinching slightly, but the sensation is not as intense as she knows it will be in mere moments. As she presses down gently on the hood of her clit, her breath begins to come a little faster, and a lovely warmth spreads through her body. "Mmmm," she moans on a sigh.

Her finger brushes her clit. She freezes. "AHHH!" She calls. Her long neck arches, her eyes widen, and her mouth gapes open. For a few moments which feel like hours, she cannot breathe -- her hand hovers near the shockingly-sensitive bud, and she hesitates to touch it, again. But something propels her to do so, and she takes a deep, deep breath before touching her fingertip to it. She gasps at the touch. But suddenly, even that touch is not enough. Her body is shifting on the bed, rubbing against the satin, warm and waiting and ready.

She presses her clit gently with her middle finger, and the shock of sensation arches her back off the bed. "Oh! Oh, my!" She cries out. And that's it. That's all she can bear of slow. She repeats this again and again. Presses clit, arches back like a bowstring, and calls out: "Ahhhh!"

She strums her clit like a guitar, and the waves of pleasure begin to overwhelm her. Her head thrashes back and forth, tangling her raven hair. She rubs her clit like a madwoman, moving her index and middle fingers with speed, pressing down a little more now and then. She can no longer see the ceiling above her -- all she sees is a white haze. 

Her back is arched, keeping the rest of her body tense and on edge. "Ah! Ahhhh!" She calls, hearing her own sultry voice in her ears as if from a distance. Her chest and neck arch, lifting her beautiful breasts higher into the air.

She picks up the small vibrator lying next to her and switches it onto the lowest setting. After a second's pause, she touches it to her clit, and she feels the pleasure in every limb. Her lovely face grimaces. 

It does not take long for the lower part of her body to grow warm and heavy -- her orgasm is coming, and soon. She knows it. She can feel it. She takes the vibe away for a moment -- she has to, because the pleasure is too intense for her to bear for another moment, even with the vibe on low. She lies on the bed, breathing heavily, trying to recover. Then erotic images come back to her -- a man shouting and throwing his head back in his own pleasure, the sound of his deep, trembling voice as he begs her, pleading with her, the cords in his neck straining as he arches above her. And with a gasp, she returns the vibe to her clit, crying out the second it makes contact. "Ahhhhh!" Her eyes bulge, and her mouth falls open. She lifts her foot from the bed and points her toe like a ballet dancer. 

"B-ehhhhhh!" She brays like a donkey, her beautiful face contorted in an expression which, if she weren't in the midst of such demolishing pleasure, she would find silly. Her dainty foot falls back to the bed and on both feet, her toes clench. She drops the vibe again -- it is too much. She begins to rub her clit, but it is not long before the hand she is stroking her clit with trembles and jerks -- her smooth rhythm is gone. She is too far along -- her orgasm is too close. Her hips rise into the air as her fingers, trembling, find her opening and slide into it; the slickness allows her fingers deeper access than she intends, and the sudden burst of pleasure makes her body jolt sharply and draws a shocked "AH!" from her lips.

With her other hand, fumbling and shaking as it is, she grabs the bullet vibe and turns it on. The moment it touches her clit, her head presses back into the pillow, her eyes widen to saucers, and her perfect crimson lips form an "O," and she pushes air through them. If she were able to make a sound, it would be an "ooooh" of dazed pleasure as the vibe thrums against her clit. But she can make no sound -- her throat does not cooperate. Her lips move, as she wants to cry out, to shout that she's on the verge of being shattered by ecstasy, but no sound comes.

In the next instant, she cannot take anymore -- she knows it's coming. She hangs in limbo for a moment in the instant before it happens. And then, almost in slow motion, her clit gives an astonishingly powerful throb. Her mouth opens wide, her eyes are bulging, and she yells. She cannot help it -- the sensation is too intense for a mere whimper or a shriek -- she yells. "AHHH!" Another mind-shattering pulse. "OH!" And then, a series of convulsions shake her. "Ah! Ah! Oh! Eh! Uhhhhh!" She screams into the quiet room, her hips arching up, her hand trembling as it holds the vibe between her legs, and her head thrashing back and forth.

She holds the bullet vibe against her clit until it stops pulsing, until even the smallest throbs pass. Then her fingers uncurl from the vibe limply, and she turns it off with her thumb. It rolls out of her grip onto the bed by her side. She lies gasping, her heart beating fast, a light sweat upon her skin. Her eyes are closing. 

The power of the orgasm has relaxed her and is putting her to sleep. She tries to fight it for only a second, but then the warm comfort of her bed and the languid laxness of her muscles overtake her, and she sleeps. The darkness of night comes, she doesn't notice. The next morning, when the dawn breaks, she will not notice until nearly noon -- she will sleep so deeply, she will not even notice the sun bathing her bedroom in vibrant light. 

For now, we let her sleep.



Temptation



I remember on the train that morning had felt like the longest journey of my life. The train journey to see my beautiful, blonde, 5,6, ex-girlfriend Zoe while my girlfriend was at home. 

Texting Zoe all the way there, every moment as I approached my stop, making sure she wasn't going to leave me outside her house, which is the reason she is now my ex and also the fact, she still claims she is straight. 

She replied every time and I felt my heart get higher and higher into my throat with every step I took closer to her. I got a taxi just to make time go a little quicker to see her. 

Finally, I approached her house. Standing outside in the pouring rain, while I call her telling her to let me in. Her parents were away and her brother was out. So in I went, soaked from head to toe. I kick off my high top shoes and make my way upstairs where she grabs me a towel to dry myself off. 

I sit on her bed and I could feel my heart pounding, faster and faster. We laid there with an awkward silence for a good 10 minutes as this was the first time we had been reunited since a heated argument between her and my current girlfriend Grace. 

She then offered me a glass of wine to chill the mood and I was driving so I knew I could kick back and relax. So with the wine flowing so was the conversation. Her hand find's her way to my thigh, out of sheer shock I carry on speaking pretending I haven't notice the soft hand sliding up my leg. 

With things getting comfortable and her just sitting in black 3/4 length legging's and a tight long sleeved white top that you could clearly see her black silk bra through. She begins to lean over my lap. 

With our lips just inches apart, I cannot bring myself to do what my body oh so wanted me to. Trying to change the subject, I reach for my phone "oh, Grace is trying to get hold.." before I could even finish what I was about to say, I found myself kissing the one girl I had wanted back for so long. 

Her hand grabbing my hair and moving me to where she wanted me, I felt like I had no power, which was the bit I loved the most. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.." says Zoe with a cheeky little grin on her face, showing her beautiful white teeth and her diamond smile that could make anyone's heart beat three times faster. 

Zoe had one of those sexy, Do I want you things. Acting like nothings happened she leaps up walking through the door pulling down her white top before stopping, looking back with a cheeky wink and saying "Well..what are you waiting for..?" 

I get up to follow her down through the empty how, to find myself on the kitchen side with Zoe whispering into my ear "things are getting a bit heated upstairs, just going to cool myself down with something..want anything?" then sliding her tongue lightly up my neck. The only thing at this point in time I could reply was a grunt that sounded kind of like "no".

We made our way back up the stairs and back into the bedroom. Every now and then a little pinch on my ass. 

Just as I'm about to make my way back to the bed, I feel a tug on the back of my tight little vest top throwing me up against her wardrobe doors. With a stubborn "off" when pointing to my top. I did as she said I was intrigued to what was to happen next.  

With her hands placed on my shoulders, they Hbegan to slowly slide down, along with her kissing my breasts. I find myself with her hands round my wrist and pinning me to the wardrobe that I was in no position to be in charge in anyway. 

"Right, you listen to me and you listen to me good you little bitch, these are my rules. You do what I say when I say. Got it?"

"U-u-uhh ok-ay" I finally manage to mumble to words. 

"Firstly, You shall call me by Mistress and Mistress only. Secondly, You shall now be referred to as Slave, or bitch. You shall also, never, NEVER chat back to me or disobey me or there will be serious consequences. I want you to wear what I tell you to wear which shall not be a lot." She demanded these orders and the more serious she got the more I could feel myself getting turned on. I was certain that my pussy was getting so wet, that I'd be soaked through and my nipples were so hard that they almost hurt with anticipation. I wanted her again, and I couldn't wait to her juices in my mouth. 

Next thing I knew I was being thrown on the bed. I felt weak and powerless and this was such a turn on. She walked towards the bed, her thighs were beautiful, her figure was in its prime as she walked towards be in only her black silk bra and matching pants. The body of the dancer was sensational. 

As she walked towards me and I could feel my heart beating faster and my breaths shallower and faster . This girl was driving me crazy. She climbs onto the bed and begins to straddle my hips, she leans forward to kiss me and I wanted to so bad. 

She blindfolds me and, give me a sharp slap round the face with "Did I say you could kiss me, slave?"..

After a long pause, she slaps me again and it a louder sterner voice "I said, Did I say you could kiss me, Slave?"

"n-no, Mistress. Please can you, f-forgive me Mistress. I have misbehaved and I should be punished for my actions Mistress." I say, getting more turned on, and my slit getting wetter. 

"Good and you shall be punished for your actions" she says with a stern but sexy voice. 

I can now feel her bare nipples against my chest, I wanted them, I wanted My mistress to feel good. Suddenly I just as I feel a cold metal cuff round my wrist and strapped to the bed. The same with the right hand too. 

With another quick slap around the top of my right thigh, she disappears off. "Mistress, may I have permission to speak" not even seconds later a sharp "NO! You are trying to disobey me aren't you, AREN'T YOU" she was getting sexier as she got angrier but I didn't want to disobey. 

The blindfold was finally removed to find Zoe stood with nothing but stocking's and a pair of black pretty much see-through lace panties & a whip in her hand. 

"Oh Mistress, Please let me please you" I was begging as I wanted to taste her juices to bad and I could smell her sex from wear I was laying. She climbed onto the bed removed my hand-cuffs and places the whip in my mouth to stop me from speaking. 

"You shall not be given anything you shall demand or wish for even if it's for the pleasure of myself until you have me taught a lesson." She starred at me with her piercing eyes and I done anything she said. "Get on all fours now you little bit, I'm going to slave you to the point you do not want to live anymore!" 

I did what she said with no hesitation. I got on all fours and as she took the whip from my mouth she told me my orders "You shall take your punishment as it comes, You shall learn you lesson and if you do not, then you shall be punished and not let near what you what, bitch" I knew she knew what I wanted and I knew she wanted it too. I could see she was getting turned on by the fact I was helpless and Hers. 

"You shall get 10 whips" 

She started to whip me, the pain was overpowering and made my knee's quiver but I had to take my punishment. After the third or forth one. I felt myself wanting to be spanked, I wanted her to punish me for being so bad. I let out an "ahh" as I was getting so wet I needed her, I was itching for her. 

"THAT'S IT MY BITCH, YOU TAKE IT!"

I could tell my Mistress was getting turned on my this. After the ten were over, I wanted more, I wanted to be punished because I knew she enjoyed it too. 

"Mistress I have not learnt, I'm apologising as your slut. Please" 

"You have not learnt..ey?" I heard from a quietly coy voice from behind me. I could feel her finger slide from my clit to my anus. "Oh your so wet, you want me, don't you?" 

"Yes Mistress, I-i-do.." I wanted her so badly as she continued to slide her finger up and down slowly. 

"Turn the fuck over now you little slut, you have learnt you lesson, disobey me again and that will seem like a holiday to what I will summon you with" She says in a calm but serious voice after removing my handcuffs. 

She grabs my blonde shoulder length hair and brings me to her face as she's standing leaning on her dresser table. She leans in for a kiss bringing her soft, lips closer to mine as she pulls away suddenly and pushes my body down to her heavenly area that I oh so wanted. 

I started my tonguing her clitoris with short quick bursts of flicking. She tasted so much better than I remembered. I slid my tongue down her wet wet slit, where I stuck my tongue suddenly in her moist hole. 

"Mistress, please may I finger fuck your beautiful, sensuous pussy." I begged.

"Uhhhh, fuck me you little slut!" She could barely stand anymore, she pushed me onto the bed and mounted my face. Her juices were flowing all over my face, I loved it. She was so close to hitting her peak. I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it in her cunt. I slid my finger down from her clit, to her wet hole. Sliding it in slowing but gradually picking up speed..with her screaming with pleasure I slide another finger in. 

"FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER..I'M GOING TO CUM YOU LITTLE SLUT!"

I Started pounding my fingers into her pussy, finally she lets off a massive scream of beautifulness. Her cum dripping all over my face. 

Slumped over me, with every muscle in her body twitching and shaking, she praised me "You have done well, slave. You will be rewarded for you obeying my rules and being my good little bitch. How do you wish you be, when I fuck you tight little wet cunt?!" 

.."Mistress, You are in charge and I would be happy to carry on with pleasuring you" even though my clit was pulsating, driving me crazy, wanting her to bend me over a fuck my brains out. She was in charge. 

"I have something, shut your eyes and Do Not open them until I say.."

"Yes Mistress" I reply with curiosity and impatience. 

A few minutes later, I can hear her moving closer and closer. Just the feeling of her coming near me was making me close to cumming, I was desperate, But I knew I needed her permission. 

Suddenly, like someone had let a firework off in my stomach I could feel my clit pulsating, my nipples becoming erect to the point of insanity.Her soft wet tongue stroke my pussy. I wanted her more than anything at that moment in time. 

Her head between my legs, she spits on my cunt. Then "Slut, open your eyes."

I open my eyes to find her on her knee's between my legs with a strap-on dildo ready for my cunt to be pounded. I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than that at the moment in time. 

She held the tip, she wanted me to watch every moment and she was going as slowly as she could. She started rubbing it tip gently round and up and down around my pussy. Before sliding it in harder and harder, faster. She sat me on her lap with the 7 inch pink cock was in me. Pounding my every sensation..



To be continued..  



Temptation



'You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun.' Her words repeated themselves over and over again in my head as Kara and I rode the shuttle bus back to the freshman quad. 'Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that why there seemed to be so much tension between Richey and Ashley? But what was Ashley talking about? I couldn't quite shake the feeling of dread that permeated my thinking. 

"Baby, what's the matter?" Kara asked. Despite her drunken condition, she could tell something was wrong when I dodged her attempts to kiss me. "Do I have," she paused, looking like she was going to be sick for a moment before she let out a very unladylike burp and appeared to feel better, "do I have bad breath or something?" 

I snapped back to reality, flashing a tired smile. "Of course not," I lied. Her breath was laden with beer, but I'm sure mine couldn't have been much more fragrant. "I'm just tired is all."

A look of extreme disappointment came over her pixie face. "So, we aren't going to fool around when we get back to your room?" She was suddenly quite sober. 

"I don't know, sweetheart, probably not. I'm not really in the mood right now." This was certainly true; sex was the last thing on my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep, maybe not alone, but sleep nonetheless. She pouted, taking my arm and pulling herself closer on the bench seat. 

"Are you sure you're all right, Danny?" her voice was heavy with concern. I didn't answer as the shuttle came to a stop at the freshman quad. We exited and made our way to my dorm, attempting to walk in as much of a straight line as we could manage. We needn't have worried however; being a Friday night, we were hardly the only inebriated students walking, or stumbling, about campus. I signed her in as nonchalantly as I could, though it had to have been painfully obvious to the RA's that we were drunk. Thankfully, you couldn't be busted for that. We made it up to my room to find my roommate, Eric, on his computer trolling YouTube. 

"Hey Eric," Kara grumbled. I couldn't decide if her exhaustion or frustration was the reason for such a weak greeting. She kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bathroom flip-flops, grabbed her spare toothbrush and my toothpaste and left again. Eric and I exchanged dubious looks. I shrugged and changed, waiting for Kara to come back with my flip-flops and paste. Trust me when I say, you did not want to go to the bathroom in your bare feet. She returned a couple minutes later and I took her place. When I came back to the room, the lights were off and Kara was in my bed.

I climbed in with her and immediately felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't make me ask again. What's wrong, Daniel," she said softly in my ear. 

"It's nothing," I replied, with more aggravation than she deserved. 

She breathed out through her nose in annoyance and pulled me tighter, "I'm going to get it out of you eventually. You're lucky it's late and I'm drunk and I'm sexually frustrated and I don't want to deal with it right now." 

I snorted and kissed her, curling against her body, "Sorry."

"Don't worry," she sighed contentedly, pressing back against me. "You can make it up to me tomorrow." 

"Oh yeah?" I prompted, lightly kissing her cheek. 

"Yeah, you can make it up to me good and hard," she murmured sleepily. Suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. The words of Ashley and Richey faded from my mind, replaced by the idea of making it up to Kara. 

I slipped a hand between us, running it up and down her stomach, closer and closer to her little sleep shorts. "Good and hard you say?" 

She sighed happily, yawning, "Yeah, but tomorrow." Either she knew exactly what she was doing, driving me crazy, or she was much more drunk and exhausted than I had thought. Kara never ever turned down sex of one form or another, ever; so this was unusual. I sighed, pushing my urges away and letting unconsciousness take over. 

Over the course of the next week, I was continually horrified to see how close Kara and Ashley had become. I couldn't just say 'baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps' now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends. 

"Danny," Kara had called one day, "Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?" 

"Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart."

"Oh come on! I'll buy you ice cream." I did love my ice cream. 

"What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise." She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day. 

"But baby!" she whined at my objections. "You said you would come with next time we went." We were in her room, sitting on her bed.

I hesitated, "I just don't want to." 

"That's not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?"

"Fine!" 

"Yay," she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not. 

"Oo, Mr. Valentine, you're coming with us this time?" Ashley's husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us. God almighty she was attractive! She grinned disarmingly and tossed herself on the bed next to us, stretching like a provocative cat.

"You don't always have to use my last name, Ashley," I told her.

"Yeah, but I love your last name. I just can't help myself." She was looking at me in a way I really, really didn't like; and the fact that she had stretched so I could see down her shirt didn't help one bit. Kara, on my other side, saw none of this. 

"Ashley," Kara chirped, drawing Ashley's attention away from me, "I was thinking we could show Danny what we found the other day." 

A huge grin came over her face as her attention slowly made its way back to me, "I was hoping you would say that." Her grin was downright predatory as she spoke. How could Kara not see this?! I wanted to scream! She flipped her shit when I smiled and acted polite to her roommate, but when her new best friend was eye fucking the shit out of me, she didn't bat an eye. God this was frustrating! 

"Ok then, let's go," I said. Jumping off the bed and heading for the door, I forced them to run after me. 

"Did you tell him what we found?" Ashley asked Kara. I guess she was surprised I wanted to get going so quickly. 

Kara seemed equally confused, "No, but I did promise him ice cream. Maybe he wants that." 

I looked back out of the corner of my eye and Ashley was nodding sagely, "Yeah that makes sense." 

Girls. 

We piled into Kara's car and drove down the street to the mall. Being a college town, everything a student could ever want was less than 5 miles away, and I mean everything. Anyways, we parked and proceeded to wander around the mall for a bit, until Kara got me my ice cream. With a smile now fixed on my face, they determined it was time to make their move. I was led, happily eating my frosty treat, farther into the mall to a seasonal beachwear boutique. To be honest, I didn't realize what was going on until they stopped in the middle of the women's section. In a particularly cruel twist of fate, I finished my ice cream at that point. 

Now, you might be wondering: why in the world would a hot blooded male, such as myself, complain about watching two beautiful ladies try on swimwear? Well, I knew what Kara looked like in a bikini; I knew what she looked like naked. I did not want or need to see Ashley in one. Don't take it the wrong way, I loved every bit of Kara, but Ashley's body, oh my god! Her curves alone were devastating. I would be totally screwed if Kara caught me drooling over her. 

I must have been standing there gaping like an idiot, because when Ashley put a hand on my shoulder it nearly made me scream like a little girl. 

"Whoa, jumpy much?" she giggled way too girlishly. 

"Danny! What do you think?" Kara chirped happily, standing behind a rack of bikinis and holding one up for my approval. It was a bright floral pattern thing that looked just right for her. I nodded distractedly, eyeing Ashley's hand with unrestrained contempt. Kara went back to examining the top while Ashley gave my shoulder a squeeze and smirked. 

"I'll make sure to pick out a nice one for you, Valentine," she said quietly. She liked my last name way too much. She took her hand away and circled the rack we stood in front of, scrutinizing the various bikinis. 

"Fuck my life," I muttered under my breath, wandering around until I found a place to sit. Ironically, that seat was right outside the dressing rooms. I sat for a moment or two, staring sullenly into my empty ice cream cup and waiting for one of them to pick something to try on. I didn't have to wait long thankfully, really a miracle in and of itself. Kara raced around the corner and skidded to a halt in front of me, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Look! Isn't it cute?" she squealed. 

I blinked in disbelief, it was a Hello Kitty bikini set. "Raid the kiddy section did we?"

"Shut up! It's cute!" she stamped her foot and glared at me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's adorable, Kara," I quickly redeemed myself.

"That's right it is," she said, grinning at me before running into one of the dressing rooms. I couldn't help but smile, she was so cute. My smiled disappeared faster than a crude stereotype at a pc convention when Ashley sauntered up to me. 

"Found what you were looking for?" I asked icily. She was hiding something behind her back.

"I think so," she purred, backing into one of the rooms so I couldn't see what she had. Christ! I would wait for Kara to show me what she looked like, and then I would hightail it out of here before Ashley came out. I was quite a while before Kara reappeared, very nearly throwing herself out the changing room door and striking a pose. It fit her surprisingly well, even if it did make her look like she was twelve years old. 

I told her as much and she pouted, "Listen you! This is wicked cute and I do not look like I'm twelve!" I smiled, standing up in front of her, taking her shoulders and slowly spinning her around. When I had spun her full circle, I stood back and scratched my chin, scrutinizing her. She narrowed her eyes at me and stood there, just waiting for me to say the wrong thing. 

I noticed this just before I was about to say it made her look twelve again. "I love it!" She beamed up at me before scampering back into the changing room. I watched her go and got lost in her scantily clad butt. Too late I realized I was supposed to get the hell out of there. I turned and started making a break for it when a kung-fu grip seized the back of my shirt. 

"And where do you think you're going?" Ashley breathed in my ear. I could feel her big tits squashing against my back as she pulled me into her. I shrugged out of her arms and tried to continue walking. Which is why getting shoved back onto the bench came as such a shock. I was forced to look up at her now. I had been right; she was stunning, and so tall. I forced myself to look at her stomach, figuring it was her least 'stimulating' feature. I was wrong. It was tight and hard and perfect. I still focused on it though; the rest of her was way too hot to look at. 

"You're being rude," she whispered, possibly not wanting Kara to hear. And much to my dismay, she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up. She could have been naked for all the good that top did for her. It was black, it was too small, and it was sexy as hell. The bottoms were no better; they possessed the same qualities as the top. Her feral smile returned as she saw my eyes go wide and my jaw descend.

"That's better," she moved closer, tugging on her bottoms with one hand, and her top with the other. Her nipples were blatantly erect and seemed to point at me accusingly. I was in shock, totally incapable of looking away from her porn-star body. However, when she attempted to straddle my lap, I snapped out of it and pushed her away. She didn't go very far. Anger flashed behind her eyes, and I could see her nearly naked body tense like she was about to hit me. This passed quickly thank god; she could probably have beaten the crap out of me. Instead, she smiled and blew me a very seductive kiss as she backed into the stall, pulling her top off just as the door closed.

"Oh my god," I breathed. My heart was pounding against my ribs and I was sweating. Unfortunately, these symptoms were not nearly as disturbing as the unwanted stiffness in my shorts. As soon as Ashley's door clicked shut, Kara came out of hers with a huge smile on her face. Had they coordinated this or something? The timing was perfect. 

"I'm so getting this!" she told me happily. She stopped midway between the room and the bench I was sitting on as she noticed my obvious arousal. For a second I thought she would question why I was hard for no apparent reason and perhaps put two and two together. But no, this was not the case. 

"Mm, is that for me?" she purred, biting her lip and sauntering up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I was still sitting, so I was about eye level with her tits. I knew this, not because I could see them, but because my face was promptly forced into them. "I thought you didn't like my Hello Kitty bikini?" I managed to get out something about being smothered and she let me go. Maneuvering into my lap, she looked down into my eyes and grinned seductively. 

"Yes, totally for you," I smiled, giving her a light kiss on the side of her mouth, drawing her in for more. 

She sighed longingly, shifting her hips over my lap, "Bad boy, you know better than to do this to me in public."

"Do I?"

She gave me a mischievous look and looped her arms around my neck, "I certainly hope so. Otherwise, well, let's just say I'll have to make sure you understand."

I gave her a shocked look, "Kara Devine! Are trying to say you'll teach me a lesson?" I had been waiting for this actually, ever since I had 'punished' her for forgetting about a late night rendezvous, and claimed to be teaching her a lesson. Her answer was to squeeze me tightly and kiss me hard, grinding herself into my crotch. 

"I think I like this idea," I groaned, pushing up against her. 

"What Idea?" Ashley chirped, stepping out of her dressing room. Kara scrambled out of my lap, her knee catching me dangerously close to the family jewels in the process. I yelped and held my crotch like she had actually hit me there to cover up my much too obvious hard-on. I thought I was very clever for doing this by the way. 

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" Kara squeaked, flustered. She sat on the bench next to me and pulled me into her, rocking me like some kind of injured infant. 

While all this was happening, Ashley just stood there grinning like you do when you see something that's too ridiculous to be true. But, at last, I discovered my out.

"Babe," I whispered in Kara's ear, "get me back to your room." One of my hands had become trapped between our bodies and I used it to squeeze her thigh while giving her a look that said 'I want you, and I want you hard'. She had pulled this move on numerous occasions, but I had never returned the favor and I was praying it would work. She sucked in her breath, and her eyes went desperate as she looked from me to Ashley then back again. 

"Did you find what you wanted, Ashley?" she asked quickly, grabbing up her bikini where it had been dropped on the floor. 

"Uhh, I kinda wanted to-"

"We can come back tomorrow," Kara cut her off, shooting to her feet and grabbing my hand, very nearly dragging me after her as she hustled out of the changing area. I was rushed up to the counter where Kara hopped from foot to foot as the cashier wrung up her purchase. 

By this time Ashley had wandered up behind us empty handed, "Now, why would she be in such a hurry?" She knew the answer of course. 

"Beats me. Maybe she has to pee," I suggested. Ashley looked at me like I was an idiot; this from the girl who thought I had come with them for the ice cream. 

Kara suddenly seized my hand again, hauling me out of the store and towards the end of the mall where we had parked. Ashley tagged along behind us, an amused smirk on her face. This was insane and hilarious all at the same time.

"Shit Kara, you're going to break my arm," I complained after she took a particularly sharp corner, twisting my arm. 

She let go of my hand and stopped, favoring me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little worked up, that's all." She looked behind me, noticing that Ashley was still out of earshot. "This is your fault though. You know better. You know how I get."

"Well, I certainly will after you teach me a good solid lesson." 

She let out a little pained noise and screwed her eyes shut in frustration for a moment. I really did love my Kara. "Stop it Daniel; you're not making this any easier for me." She took my hand again and squeezed hard, "or yourself, for that matter." 

Her nails dug into my flesh. "Ow! Okay, okay I'm sorry!" 

"Now, stop being a baby and let's go," she commanded. Did I mention how much I loved her? Ashley had caught up by now and had to pick up the pace again as Kara took off once more, dragging me along behind her. We made it out to the car and I couldn't help but smirk as Kara struggled to unlock it. I was riding shotgun and Ashley was sitting directly behind me. 

"You should really be thanking me," she snickered, elbowing me while Kara was distracted. 

I looked at her sidelong, "How do you figure?" 

"The way I see it," she whispered, her gaze shifting between Kara and me, "she wouldn't be all hot and bothered right now if it weren't for me." 

"Excuse me?"

"You know I'm right, Mr. Valentine," she said my name very slowly, and made sure I noticed her tongue enunciating each syllable. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the down part, "It's not my fault you liked my bikini." I looked at her like she was insane. "Oh, don't give me that look," she opened her door as Kara finally unlocked the car. "Smile, you're going to have fun soon." She closed the door behind her and I was left standing by the passenger door in stunned immobility. 

"Dan!" Kara finally yelled, wrenching me back into the present. I sighed and got into the passenger seat, nervous about having Ashley behind me. Kara had to have broken a suburban land speed record driving back to campus, because the next thing I knew we were parked outside Ashley's dorm building. 

"Aww, but we barely got to hang out!" she complained, leaning forward between seats. Deliberately, she placed her head closer to mine than Kara's. She smelled like flowers, and it was intoxicating. 

"Tomorrow I swear, or even later tonight?" Kara formed that sentence into a question because she looked to me for approval. I shook my head vigorously before Ashley could turn to look at me. "Well, maybe late tonight, it is Saturday." I scowled at her, but she simply ignored me.

"Humph, fine," Ashley sighed dejectedly, opening her door. "Later Kara." She paused, "Later, Daniel." I preferred it when she used my last name come to think of it. Ashley got out and closed the door, sauntering off towards the front door. She turned and looked over her shoulder, managing to catch my eye even from that distance. I shuddered, creeped out to the max. When Kara touched my arm I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"You better calm down, Danny," she cautioned, not fazed in the least by the way I was acting. "How do you expect me to have my way with you while you're all jumpy?" She asked the question so reasonably that I almost answered her. 

I regained my composure quickly, smiling, "Sheesh, what's gotten into you?" 

"Heh," she put the car into gear, "I'm hoping you can answer that for me in a little bit." A few seconds later we were parked behind her building and racing inside like the world was ending. Four stories flew by and we were suddenly at her door, kissing each other so fiercely it was nearly animalistic. She couldn't manage to unlock her door, slamming me against the solid wood in the process.