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The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera

By: AwkwardMD



I knew it was going to be bad. From the moment my alarm went off and my eyelids refused to open, I knew it was going to be bad. I'm not normally one to get premonitions. I can't tell when storms are brewing, or know what it means when one ear is ringing and not the other one. I'm not in tune with future wavelengths. Not usually.

Part of it was the hangover. Part of it was waking up alone. Again. Part of it was seeing that my cat had knocked over my glass of water. Again. I was in a rut. The hot water was out. I went to make a sticky note for myself to yell at the landlord and found I was out of sticky notes. After finding a piece of paper, I couldn't get any of my magnets to keep it stuck to the refrigerator. My favorite stockings had a run in them, so I had to shave. No point going past the knee today, which depressed me even more. My god, where did all that pubic hair come from? Had it been that long?!

Made myself a cup of coffee, only to find out that I was out of sugar. Poured it out and checked the clock to see if I had time to stop at Dunkin before getting in and holy shit is it 8:46?! I shrieked as I threw on the first pair of flats I could find that matched and bolted out the door. I was in the car 2 minutes before I realized that the reason it's dark behind me is cus a storm is coming in. A quick peek over my shoulder reminds me my umbrella broke and I'd forgotten to buy a new one.

Kara was staring daggers at me as I finally made it in the door. Kara used to be a receptionist like me, but she slept her way into a personal secretary/assistant position. Yes, I was doing nothing with my Communication degree. I had no reason to be mad at her for using what was at her disposal to improve herself, but it still ticked me off. As if today was just searching for ways to beat me down. I silently mouthed "I'm sorry" to her as I set my purse and water bottle down and settled in for a long day of answering the phone.

"Finally hitting rock bottom?" Kara quipped after sizing me up when she was off the phone, I looked down, somewhat confused. She wasn't far off; I had buttoned up my shirt wrong.

"Crap!" I squeaked, as I set about unbuttoning and buttoning up my blouse. Kara twisted her lips in an ugly manner for a moment when my cleavage was visible. Kara had very little in the way of boobies and she'd always harbored something of a grudge about that. Not that she ever said anything, but the slight twist of her lips and the sideways glares said it for her. And not to say that she wasn't pretty, but I am certainly more gifted there. Her being jealous of my body was the first thing that had gone right all day, but Kara had a way of making things worse for people that I certainly wasn't looking forward to.

I was backed up until 9:30 with calls. As soon as I had a moment to myself, I set the phone to forward and slipped off to get some coffee. I had to take the long way around to avoid Kara, which would have been worth the extra effort, but as I came up on the break room I saw a guy in dark grey-blue overalls laying down underneath the counter.

"No no no nononono!" I said, as I half-ran the last few steps, but to no avail. The coffee machine was being repaired, or "maintained", or whatever it's called. All I knew was that I was still without caffeine. 

"Should be done by 11," said the guy under the counter. Fuck. 11? Doesn't he understand the point of coffee is to help you survive until lunch? In the distance, I heard the phone ringing away, but it was barely on my radar until-

"Don't we pay someone to answer that?" Kara said out loud to no one in particular. Ugh. Bitch. I slumped back down at the front desk and put on my best smile for the few clients that came in, but it's a struggle to cling to even the tiniest bit of perk I had.

12 o'clock, and my lunch break, took at least 6 hours to come. Jenny, another secretary, came to spell me and I decided to take my lunch upstairs today. There are some empty office spaces I like to go to where it's nice and quiet. A few of them have very comfortable chairs left by the previous tenants. Lunch is uneventful, which is exactly how I like it. 

I get back and let Jenny go, and almost as soon as I'm settled, I see it. A red 1987 Ford Mustang Boss 502. Fox body. Now, I'm not a car enthusiast by any stretch, but I know what car that is. It's the car Carl drives. Carl has told me all about it. Carl is a freelance IT guy we hire. Whenever he comes, he always stops at my desk to jabber at me about his car and to try and peek down my shirt. Of course Carl is here today.

I hate working at this desk for many reasons, but probably chief among them is that I can't avoid Carl. He's got that greasy leer that must be some kind of hiring requirement for IT guys. The best I can hope for at this point is that Carl's work keeps him here after 5 and that he doesn't need anything else from his car, but I know that's a pipe dream. He'll come out here and stop and stare and why am I stressing about this so much? I can't do anything to stop it, so I have to just be at peace with it happening. 

My Dad would have called this character building. I think everyone's Dad probably said something like that at some point, but it doesn't make me any less nostalgic when I think about it.

The afternoon plodded along uneventfully until about 3 when I first heard Carl's braying laugh. That's right. He even laughs like an ass. I took a few deep breaths to steel myself, and found something to be focusing my attention on just in case there was no phone call that second. I settled on a list of interoffice memos in my email. I quickly pulled my bangs out from behind my ear to make a curtain to block eye contact with. I was pulled out all the stops. 

Carl is talking to someone as they walk out from behind me. I try to stay perfectly still, hoping that he's suddenly a T-Rex and won't be able to see me if I don't move. I was curious to see who he's talking to, but not enough to look up. Then, right as they're passing me, the phone rings.

"Cannon, Smith, and Webster." It's so routine to answer the phone that I don't even realize I've just broken my cover. I could have let that call ring for a few more seconds while he passed, and I called myself all sorts of stupid inside. Someone is standing in front of me now. I think it's the person Carl was talking to, but I'm trying not to look up.

"Jaimie?" 

I look up.

Now, when I went off to college I was not what you would call a social butterfly. I wasn't in with the popular crowd in high school, or really any crowd. Although I was looking forward to a change of scenery and hopeful that I could do a better job of making friends there, the fact was that I was just plain bad at talking to girls. Somehow, I always said the wrong thing. I was better at talking to boys, but they hadn't figured out how to talk to me yet. They only knew how to talk to my tits. I tried to cover them up as much as possible in high school, but that just made me look frumpy. Getting a new wardrobe was an ongoing process at college. 

I was feeling confident when I saw a poster in the student union for "Take Back The Night". My Dad had given me a talk about being safe, but I was interested to see what they had. Maybe some self defense, or, Ooo! A whistle! Plus it said there would be a mixer, so I was hopeful I could kill two birds with one stone. 

There were maybe 100 girls in the auditorium when I got there. I grabbed a seat near the back of the group and settled in. Promptly at 7, a group of young women came out and began a bland powerpoint presentation, chock full of statistics about the safety of young, single women on college campuses. After about 15 minutes things began to take a turn, and it became clearer and clearer that I was at a recruiting drive for a feminist student group. One girl in a bandana started to get a little preachy, and when the others pulled her back to have a quiet conversation about her tone, I decided to make a break for it. I ducked down, sliding along the row until I got to the aisle, and just as I stepped out into it, so did another girl straight across from me. We stopped dead in our tracks for a moment, each thinking we'd been caught in our escape attempt. Then she flashed a cool grin and went first. 

"This coffee is terrible," I cried, putting the cup back down. 

"The cookies are no better." She said, tapping one as hard as a rock against the plate they were spread on.

"It's probably the same coffee from last years recruitment drive."

"Isn't serving substandard snacks at something like this against the law?" I can't get the taste of that coffee out of my mouth, and the bitter face I'm making is cracking her up. "C'mon," she said. "I know a place." I follow her down the hall and out of the building, and we angle across the middle of campus. "I'm Vera, by the way."

"Jaimie." This is so easy... Why is it never this easy to just talk to other women? I looked over at her, taking long strides in her calf-high boots and knowing exactly where she's going, and it's suddenly perfectly clear. It's a confidence thing. I wasn't not a threat to her. My own self-confidence wasn't shattered by this understanding, either. Interesting. It's not that I think I'm ugly, or unworthy of attention, either. I'm very attractive, if I do say so myself. It took us about 10 minutes to get to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee house on the edge of campus. I spent that time thinking about confidence.

"Have you ever been here before?" She asks. I shook my head, so she stepped up and orders two of some russian-sounding latte. "Trust me," she said with a wink, and I nodded. We headed back outside, drinks in hand, and jumped up on top of a picnic table. 

"So, freshman?"

"Yup. Bright eyed, and bushy tailed!" She just nodded. I was only confirming conclusions she's already come to. "Holy crap, this is delicious."

"You from around here?"

"Not far. Millersberg?" She nodded again, so I guess she'd heard of it. "How about you?"

"Washington state."

"Oh wow, so you're pretty far out then." 

She shrugged. "It's not so bad," she said, taking a sip, and I could see that it wasn't. She wasn't ruffled by that at all. She's just so... so cool. Like Steve McQueen with boobs. "Did your boyfriend follow you here?"

"Me? No. Boys don't know how to talk to me." 

She barked a laugh and nodded at my chest. "I bet they don't."

"How about you? 

"I met a guy here. He's ok, but I think he's cheating on me." Bam. Just like that. I spit out a little of my latte, which is delicious, and she hands me a napkin with a grin. She's so cool! We're quiet for a couple minutes.

"You know, tonight was almost a complete waste of time." She grinned again and hopped down. "Almost. I'm gonna get going." I had a moment of panic when I realize that I really only knew this girls first name, and that meant nothing on a campus of 40,000, but then she turned back. "I usually eat lunch during the week in the Union, outside that copy shop? Maybe I'll see you there?" I nodded slowly, and with that, she turned and walked off. Never looked back. Damnit, that girl was cool!

We started meeting for lunch three or four days a week, as our schedules allowed. Turns out Vera had always had similar problems making female friends, so she was excited to have me to talk to. We had similar tastes in movies, fashion, and tv, so we usually threw in some of everything in the middle of our bitching about classes or the bitches we had to deal with in them. It was all so easy. She fascinated me. She liked trip hop, heeled boots, running, Alfred Hitchcock movies, and she had no idea what she wanted college to do for her. She liked tall boys, heavily buttered popcorn, and leather jackets. 

One day a few weeks later, I went to meet her and there were two guys with her. 

"Jaimie! I don't think you've had a chance to meet Donald, and this is his friend Wes. Guys, this is the girl I've been telling you about." She never used shortened nicknames like J, or Don. Said it was lazy. Vera was sitting on Donald's lap, her arm around his shoulder. He had an arm around her back, but it was loose. Different, somehow. Wes stared at me almost expectantly until I nodded at him. 

Vera immediately launched into a tirade about her Econ 1000 class. Wes tracked the back and forth we had on the subject. Donald, however, only looked interested for the first ten seconds. He spent the rest of the time looking at everything that walked by. Sure, he'd swing back every minute or so and bite her shoulder or something to keep her under the impression that he was paying attention, but he was clearly not. Wes stared at my chest a lot. Vera gave him some dirty looks he was oblivious to, and Donald was oblivious to all of it. 

After about twenty minutes, Wes finally spoke up and mentioned that he and Donald were going to be late for class. He told my tits it was nice to meet me, and Donald made a big fuss of leaving Vera by herself. I told her as soon as he was gone.

"Oh I know. He does it all the time. He'll smile at anything with a cunt," she said with a grin. "What about Wes though? Could he have been any more obvious?"

"I'm used to being not looked in the eye, but even still, it would be nice of them to look up here one in five times," I said, pointing at my face. 

"You ARE making quite a splash today." She said with a chuckle. I looked down and realized my boobs were starting to push up out of the top of my bra. My tight fitting t-shirt did nothing to hide the puffiness. "Did they grow on the way here?"

"Ha ha."

"Seriously, how big are they?" 

I blinked, somewhat taken aback. "40D"

"What?!" she said, leaning in her chair to look at me from a different angle. "There is no way. We've gotta get you some better bras."

"What are you talking about? This one's fine!"

"Trust me."

"But it has hearts on it!"

"I bet we can find one that fits with hearts too." 

"I don't have the money for a bunch of new bras right now," I whined.

"Don't sweat it. I'm buying, and we're going right now" I raised an eyebrow at her, but she had that slight lift to her chin that brooked no argument. We packed up and she led the way to the bus stop. She spend the whole time explaining what she liked about trip hop, and some band called Portishead. When we got to the Victoria's Secret, she went straight for the counter, but I grab her arm.

"No, don't!"

"Whats wrong?"

"I'm... not really... comfortable with someone else doing that."

"Didn't someone measure you at 40D?"

"...No. I picked one that looked like it might fit and just bought that." 

"No wonder," she chuckled. "Ok, do you want me to do it? It's kinda awkward to do for yourself." I nodded, reluctantly. Now, you might have guessed that I'm not the thinnest girl in the world, and you'd be right, so while I was more comfortable hanging out with Vera than any other girl that I'd ever met, I was still nervous about having her around with my shirt off. She went up and discretely borrowed a measuring tape, and then we took over the biggest dressing room we could find. 

"OK, shirt off." I had to be prompted because I didn't strip immediately, and even then I was slow. "Bra too." 

"What?" I positively squeaked.

"Can't measure you with the bra on, sweetie." I really hesitated then. "Ok, how about this." She proceeded to take off her jacket, and then her shirt.

"Vera, you don't need to do that."

"No, it's ok. I don't want you to feel weird or uncomfortable." And then her bra came off. Vera had beautiful little breasts. Her nipples were like pink oblong quarters, and she had just the beginning of a teardrop shape. I was a little jealous. She held her hands out to the side as if to say 'ok', so I took my bra off. Vera made a slight nod, not breaking eye contact at all, which really calmed me down. "Ok, arms up."

I held my arms out while she leaned in close to wrap the tape around me. When she leaned in, she took a good long look at one of my nipples out of the corner of her eye. I pretended not to see, but my face got a little warm.

"Half way there," she said, and then she moved it from my ribs to my boobs. "Ok. Thats 42 and 36, so you are a... 36F."

"What?!"

"Yup."

"I'm an F?!"

"Or a triple D, if you prefer that..."

"Measure it again!" I said it at first out of shock, but a tiny part of me just wanted her to do it over. She smirked and measured my chest, and then my bust.

"36F," She said, and then she started grabbing for her clothes. I started to reach for mine too, but she waved me off. "I'm just gonna go grab a few. You stay here."

She was gone for a few minutes. I sat there, hands cupped over my breasts even though I was alone and the door was locked. When she came back, she tossed three over the top of the door. One of them had hearts on it. I tried them on one by one. She was right. The fit and support were so much better. I came back out fully clothed with the one with the hearts in my hands.

"What was wrong with the other ones?"

"Nothing. They all fit great. I just liked this one the best." She took the one from my hand, snuck in behind me to grab the other two, and then marched to the counter. I pleaded with her that she didn't need to buy me three bras, but it was like I wasn't even there. She just bought them anyway.

One day that December I walk up for lunch, and she's not at her spot. Now, Vera had harassed more than a few people to get her table when noon rolled around, so it was pretty odd that she wasn't there. I walked around a bit, but there was no sign of her. Then, through a window, I spotted her outside pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. I went outside and called to her, but she didn't respond until I got closer.

"He's fucking someone right now."

"Who, Donald?"

"Of course fucking Donald!!" she said, eyes squeezed shut in frustration. "I'm sorry. I just...c'mon." We started walking.

"How do you know?"

"He has drama class right now. He texted me earlier to tell me he couldn't get out of todays class to hang, so I went there to cheer him on. He skipped." Her pace is blistering.

"Where are we going?" 

"Like you don't know!" Her sideways glare was disbelieving. I knew. I'd been telling her, or rather reminding her from time to time, that he was a dog, and that he wasn't nearly good enough for her. She always played it off casually. Today was different for some reason. She was moving at monstrous pace, and I had to jog a little just to keep up. 

With grim determination, she plowed into Adams Hall and practically punched the elevator up button. We got off on the 7th floor. Vera blew down the hallway and, without even the tiniest pause, threw open door 7410 so hard it smacked off the wall and bounced back. She was already three steps into the room, so after it bounced it swung well behind her. I caught it just before it broke my nose. 

"Get the FUCK out of here, you WHORE!" A blur of bed sheets and blond hair flew off the near side of the bed.

"Babe, wait, I-"

"Don't you 'babe' me, you fucking ASSHOLE!" Donald had grabbed a shirt and was frantically trying to get decent while an increasing number of students gathered behind me at the door. The blond girl had thrown on a few clothes and was darting out the door when Vera whipped around. "You!! I fucking knew it was you!! Well he's all yours now, WHORE!!" 

"V, c'mon, calm down!" 

She turned back to him with a icy fury in her eyes like I've never seen. "I hope you two are very happy together." She stormed past me and out into the hallway. I stayed for another moment to glare, and then followed her out. We took the stairs down, and by the time we got down to the lobby, she was back to blowing through doors like a short haired tornado. 


The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 02



And that was the status quo. We took some holiday vacations together. I met her folks and she met mine, but as far as they knew we were just friends. Sometimes, she or I would have a boyfriend. Rarely at the same time. Sometimes, she or I had a girlfriend. Only once did we manage a foursome. Male female female female. It wasn't that great. But, no matter who we were "with", we always stayed friends and we rarely stopped our little side thing for very long. Vera was the only one I really pulled all the kinks out for, and she with me. 

Suddenly, it was my senior year. I was right on course to graduate with a degree in communications, but pretty much all of my time outside of class was focused on sex. And then I met Glenn. 

Glenn was the first guy I'd met in college that seemed like a man. I even refused to call him my boyfriend, preferring the self-invented "manfriend". The first time he and Vera met they didn't get along, so I kept those worlds separate. With difficulty. As I felt graduation drawing near, and the crush of not just a job, but a real world career and a life outside of college bearing down on me, I began to think about where I wanted to be. 

Glenn certainly ticked off all the boxes. Handsome? Check. Courteous? Check. Kind? Check. I could go on. The only problem I'd ever had with him was that he never seemed receptive to any out of the box thinking when it came to the bedroom, but I also felt like maybe what I'd been having with Vera for three years was a college phase, and that I needed to grow up. I didn't know how to say that to her though, so I chickened out. 

When I told her that I thought he might be the one, she flipped out. We had a huge fight. Massive. She destroyed half of her kitchen. I kept trying to smooth her ruffled feathers but after an hour it seemed hopeless and, in a moment of weakness, I started yelling back. We called each other the worst kinds of names, and when I stormed out of her apartment, I really thought I'd seen her for the last time. 

"Jaimie? Is that you?". Omg, it's really her. I don't immediately respond. I can't respond. Why is Vera here? The only words I can think of are all the awful, angry things I said to her before I walked out the door. Words that I've wished a thousand times I could take back. Bitch. Callous. Coward. So many more, and they just float around inside my head like a horde of locusts, a swarm of reminders of the way I treated her. It had been three long, mostly lonely years. 

Of course, I had forgiven her almost immediately for the things she'd said about me. She'd been right. It was an alarming wake up call, but she wasn't wrong when she called me cloying and needy. I'd taken what she'd said to heart and tried harder to be my own person, but I never felt like I deserved forgiveness for the way I left things with her. 

We just stare across the desk for a moment, partly out of the unexpected shock, and partly from the awkwardness, but then Vera's eyes well up. And then I'm crying, and then she's crying. And then she's coming around the desk. 



And then she's in my arms again. 

I sob on her shoulder almost incoherently, begging her for forgiveness. I'm not even really listening to her at first, but then what she's saying starts to get through my own warblings. She's saying the same thing. We back our heads out enough to look at each other again, though my arms stay around her sides and hers around mine. 

"Sweet! Are you two gonna make out?" 

"Fuck off, Carl!" There is a long moment of quiet when we realize we'd said it together. Carl raises his hands and slowly backs out the door. We stare angrily until he's finally gone before I lead her off to the womens room, but after that the crying starts again. 

"Vera, I'm so sorry..." 

"I was such a bitch..." 

"...shouldn't have put you in that position..." 

"...wanted you more than I was willing to admit..." 

"...Glenn was so not worth losing you..." 

"...tried to stand in your way..." 

"...totally unfair..." 

Eventually, our foreheads touch, and we just stand there holding each other. 

"You were right, by the way..." 

"...started to think about it later..." 

"...felt so ashamed. I had no right..." 

"...No, you had every right. I was dependant on you..." 

And on and on. When that peters out, I stare at the floor for a long time. 

"Vera, will you ever forgive me?" 

"What?! Of course," she exclaims, looking horrified. "I'm the one that should be begging, J!" 

"Don't be stupid. It never looked good on you." 

It's so wonderful to hear her chuckle. "You're right. Smart suits my complexion so much better." 

"And what's with this 'J' crap? Who was the one who called that lazy?" 

"I... have had to make peace with the fact that sometimes I take an unnecessarily firm on dumb things, and I'm learning to let go of that." 

"Personal growth!" 

Suddenly, the bathroom door slams open, and Kara storms in. "What the fuck, Jaimie?! The phone has been ringing for like, forever!" 

Vera half steps in front of me, open palms and arms raised. "I'm so sorry, this is my fault..." 

"We're old friends, and it's been a really, really long time," I say on top of her. 

"SHUT UP!" She points at me "You, get back on the phone!" Then she points to Vera. "You, stop interrupting her or we'll cancel your contract! You think there aren't a dozen IT firms dying for our business? Reconnect on your own goddamn time!" And just like that, she flies out the door. 

"Vera, I'm so sorry, but I've gotta go!" 

"Can we get some coffee sometime? To catch up?" 

"God, I would love that!" 

She reaches into her pocket and hands me one of her business cards. Her cell phone number is at the bottom. 

The rest of my day goes by in a blur of halfhearted perkiness and full-on reminiscence. I can't stop daydreaming about our time together, and how much it meant to me. In my head, I begin to practice things I'm going to tell her. 

When I go home that night, I think about calling her right away. I can't decide if that's desperate. On the one hand, I don't need to make the coffee date, or whatever it's going to be, for tonight. I could suggest next Tuesday. Or Monday.. That would seem like I was eager but not too eager. On the other hand, Vera had always been more of a loose cannon. Waiting a week and suggesting coffee right then was more her style. 

Eventually, I decide that her style is her style, and mine was mine. I call her around 7, after having killed about a half a bottle of wine. For courage. 

"Hello?" 

"Vera? It's Jaimie!" 

"Oh god, I'm so glad you called. Thank you for not waiting a week like some too cool for school jackass." 

"Ha!" It's still sooooo good to hear her voice. 

"What was with that bitch?" 

"Kara? That's just a normal Wednesday for her." 

"Good god. I don't envy you." 

"So, uh..." 

"Coffee! Right!" 

"Can we do it like next Tuesday?" 

"Mmmm, busy Tuesday. Can we do it Monday?" 

I turn to stare at my completely empty calendar, and make the pretense of pausing to check it closely. "Mmmmmmmonday sounds excellent!" 

"Ok! Awesome! Listen, I'm still at work, so I've gotta let you go, but I'm so glad we ran into each other!" 

"Ohmygod, me too. I'll talk to you Monday!" 

"Ok!" 

I slump down on the couch, exhausted. Some time after I finished the bottom half of the bottle of wine, I was flipping through the channels and what should be on TV but that awful Lifetime Movie of the week with the daughter that had AIDS. I stayed up and watched the whole thing. I cried. The movie was sad too. 

The next morning comes way too soon. I'd fallen asleep on the couch again. I reach over for my purse to grab my phone to see what time it was and knock the whole thing over. The sad contents of my life spill out all over the floor. I run my hand through the pile, sifting for my phone, when I come upon a little white and pink sheet of paper. Oh, my lottery ticket. Eventually, I find my phone, and yes, I'm super late again. Shower, but still no hot water. Still no Post-It notes. Still no good magnets. Still no sugar. Vera's reentry into my orbit completely wiped out any other thoughts last night. As I finally get myself together and pull together the stray innards of my purse, I decide to check the lottery numbers. I think the drawing had been on Monday. 

Trying to check lottery numbers is maddening. The tickets always print them out lowest to highest, but the numbers are drawn in whatever order they're drawn in. I match one number, and then another. Two. Oh, two and the powerball! That's something! No, It's the powerball and three numbers. The powerball and... 

The powerball and... 

The powerball and... 

... 

I don't know when I fell backwards onto the couch. In one hand, I hold the ticket, and up next to it I hold my phone. I look at one, and then the other. Then back. Then back again. This is a joke. Am I still drunk? Are these the right numbers? Where else can I check these numbers? Frantically, I leap across the room and turn on my computer. It takes FOREVER to boot, and by the time I get Chrome up and running, I'm literally saying "c'mon c'mon c'mon" over and over out loud. 

I pull up the powerball page, and there, right smack in the middle of the screen, in giant black letters inside of little white circles, are the numbers I got assigned at random when I bought this ticket on a whim. One unclaimed winner. 

Then I call in sick. 

I sit there on the couch for an hour, doing nothing. I just sit, wide eyed, staring at the wall. Everything is about to change. I am on the precipice. I have no idea what is waiting for me at the bottom, but I desperately want to jump. I want to change things. My life has been missing something for a long time. It had been hard to admit, and I still didn't have a good handle on what that void meant, but now I could see that maybe there was a path to fixing it for myself. 

I immediately threw out the adage that I couldn't buy happiness. Clearly, I could do something. I could do little things, enhancing things. Small things that make me feel better about myself. I start thinking about shoes or clothes, and that seems too small. I'll have a lifetime and enough money to keep up with three lifetimes of fashion trends. I need to think bigger. What could I add? Having Vera back in my life seems like a great start, but I sincerely doubt this money will affect her or my friendship with her. 

When I really think about it, it seems like the void in my life has been sexual. Sure, I've had partners since Glenn. I'd never referred to any of them as lovers, oddly enough. Part of me thinks that's significant. Even sex with Vera, the best sex of my life, had been missing something after that first time. It wasn't that she didn't do enough, or didn't pay enough attention to me. It was something in me. So I thought about what I wanted. 

I think about some of the other people I'd been with. Mostly guys, but a few girls here and there. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I remember this one guy I'd been with. His name was Jevon. He was a brother, and he was so proud of his dick. He spent the whole date preening and talking up his game, and when we got in the bedroom, he delivered on most his promises. The sex itself wasn't great. Heck, he wasn't even the biggest guy I'd ever been with. What stuck with me was the way his face lit up when he stuck it in me. The pride. He loved doing that to girls. I remember being so jealous. No matter how fantastic my tits are, the shock of seeing them the first time wears off fast, but a cock. I squirmed every time he brought it home, and he soaked that response up like a sponge. 

Suddenly, my wine glass shatters in my hand. I curse as I realize I've gotten a bit of wine on the carpet, and that starts up a little tally in my head of all the things that are damaged in my apartment that will count against my safety deposit. Then I realize that doesn't matter. I could buy all the buildings on this block and not dent what I've just won. But I am no less shocked when I realized that the reason I broke that glass was because I was thinking about how great it would be to have a penis. 

I sit up straight and spin around. I have that feeling that everyone is staring at me. Idiot, you're home alone in your own apartment. Still, everyone will stare. Could I hide it? I begin to run through my skirts and pants in my head for a moment before I yell "Stop!" 

"What are we worried about here? The some people won't accept it? People already give me shit for being 'plus sized.' If they can't handle it, fuck them!'" 

As far as I'm concerned, the idea that some people would be appalled seems like all the more reason to do it. I am my own person, and have been since the day I broke up with Vera. 

Oh Christ, Vera. What would she think?! Her opinion matters more to me than just about anything else. 

"No. Calm down, Jaimie. First of all, Vera will be the first one to tell you that you shouldn't do something, or not do something, because of what other people think. You got that from her. Second of all, if she doesn't like it, so what? We don't go back to being those kinds of friends." 

"Third, you know damn well she'd be in your corner." My sudden shifts in and out of the third person seem a mite alarming, but I let it slide without further comment. I need more wine. 

The following morning, I realized I'd been going at this all wrong. I needed to worry about money stuff first. I call out of work again, get all dolled up, and fly over to a rival law firm. At first I have trouble getting anyone's attention, but as soon as I begin waving around my winning 450 million dollar ticket, I get it. I spend the rest of the day working with a cute attorney as he gets in contact with a slew of people. Accountant, investment bankers, trust lawyers. It's like a parade. By the end of the day, I have a tight little group of people behind me that I feel comfortable with, and an appointment with a highly recommended, and very discreet, plastic surgeon for Monday. 

The cat and I order takeout for every meal for the rest of the weekend. Part of me really wants to reschedule with Vera and tell her, but Monday has this odd feeling of rightness that I don't want to override. So it's just the two of us, gorging ourselves on chinese, italian, thai, and then more chinese. 

"Come again?" Dr Halpig panics as he scurries for a napkin to sop up the coffee he spat all over his desk. 

"I'm here because I want to have a penis." 

"And you...aren't going to continue on with the other procedures to become a man?" 

"No. I don't want to become a man. I love being, and want to remain, a woman. I just also want a penis." Dr Halpig coughs again, but it doesn't feel like he's stalling to deflect me. 

"Ok. Normally, during sexual reassignment surgery, there's a long ramp up of other procedures like jaw shaving, liposuction, etc. They're mostly for cosmetic effect, but they also delay the process so that the patient can be sure this is the change they want. The early procedures are completely reversible, but as you get closer to the actual sexual reassignment surgery, it becomes more and more permanent. You aren't interested in that. You just want a penis." He didn't end the sentence on an upturn like a question, but I respond like he did anyway. 

"That's correct." 

"Do you want testes?" Now it's my turn to stumble. "Ostensibly, you want this for sex?" I nod. "The testes produce only a minor of the material that goes in the ejaculate, but with stem cells from a prostate, we can create a hybrid organ that will suffice. Alternately, there are other ways to repurpose some of your existing organs for that-" 

"No! I want to keep as much of my vagina intact as possible." 

He pauses, considering. "Well, the clitoris is usually repurposed to provide the nerve cluster for the glans penis, so that's out. On the plus side, the clitoris contains more than twice the nerve endings, so with a little bit of work on my end, you're going to have a very satisfying experience. Adding testes will take up a tiny bit of real estate just above where your urethral opening is now. Do you want to have the urethral opening moved to the penis?" 

I stare at him for a minute, confused. "Oh! Yes! I want to urinate from the penis." 

"Ok. Assuming we can find the right donor, you should be able to keep everything else intact. We'll come back to the donor and dimensions later." 

"Could I get pregnant?" 

Dr. Halpig immediately nodded. "Absolutely. If that should happen, I could put you in contact with a similarly discrete ob/gyn office. But to answer your question more directly, no part of the internal function of the vagina would be changed." 

"Now, the recovery from a procedure like this will be lengthy. You'll need around the clock help from a nurse for the first week. After that, you'll have maybe another three weeks of recovery and therapy before you'll be able to get around on your own. You'll be on a cocktail of painkillers, testosterone, steroids, and, probably some human growth hormone. You'll need someone to help you around and such, though it doesn't need to be a nurse after the first week. We can provide assistance if there's no one you'd feel comfortable asking..." 

At that, I lean back and think. 

Vera is facing the other direction as I approach. I plop down in a seat across from her. As soon as she hears me, though, she spins around and says "Oh hell no!" We both bolt up, and this time, the hug brings such a sense of overwhelming relief that I think we were relying on each other to stay upright. Vera is in heeled boots, dark jeans, and a sharp black leather jacket over a white button down blouse. A classic look for her, but it feels fresh with her slightly modified haircut. I feel like I'd dressed appropriately. I was wearing her black boots, black slacks, a salt and pepper jacket with a red scarf over a red t-shirt. 

"God I missed you," I say. It feels good to admit it. Cathartic. 

"I missed you too, and I'm not afraid to say it." I don't want the hug to end. I'm a little rusty on the proper kissing protocol for ex-girlfriends, but Vera handles it for me as she turns to flag the waitress. We sit back down while Vera orders some incomprehensible jargon drink. I order black coffee. 

"You look amazing," Vera says as soon as we were alone again. I'd shed the jacket and scarf. It wasn't really cold enough to warrant them, but I liked the look. 

"I might have spent a little while getting ready for this," I say dismissively. 

"Jaimie, I really need to apologize again, and no interrupting," she says, wagging a finger at me. "You were just trying to do right by me, and I was still as full of insecurities as I was the day we started our little thing. I took all of that out on you." 

"We were both-" 

"No." She pauses, considering, and then continues. "I mean, we both had some issues to work out, and we didn't have the kind of healthy relationship where growth was prized, but I set those ground rules, and I'm the one that lost it." I nod. She's right. 

She asks about Glenn. I tell her all about how great it was at first, but that it got stale quickly after graduation. I tell her about how he left me and the irony of being told I wasn't adventurous enough for him. She seemed especially sad to hear how low and alone I was after that, like she felt that she should have been there. I talk a little about my job, and that I am going nowhere. I don't mention the lottery. It feels like the kind of thing I should be saving until she and I feel more like an us, no matter the status. 

I talk about the people I'd been with. I even talked a little about the void. I hadn't meant to say anything about that, but it popped out. Talking to her is just as easy as it ever was. She asks questions about it, but doesn't pry. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 02



After I bring everything to current news, Vera takes over. She was so mad at me after our fight that she moved home for her final semester, finishing up her degree in Information Sciences at Washington State. She didn't stay long after graduation though. All the reasons she'd had for going so far away to college came right back. She moved to New York, and then LA, but was restless. 

She did a little bit of soul searching on a road trip, and when she passed through here, she finally felt like she was home again. She'd even been covertly looking for me, although actually finding me was a complete accident. I was shocked to hear her admit that she'd tried to find me. That was very unlike the Vera I had known, always too proud to admit to anything so cliche as missing someone. I had been sure that once that bridge caught fire it was done. 

She'd been back here for about a year now. She'd had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. No girlfriends though. Even though I was always a little further down on the lesbian side of the bisexual scale than her, we both had a hard time connecting with women. Guys are so much easier to deal with. 

It felt weird to hear she was having just as much trouble as me with relationships. I'd have been happy for her if she had found the right guy or girl and was happily married. On the other hand, it was kind of a relief that she hadn't. I guess misery really does loves company. 

"These drinks are entirely inadequate for our mood," Vera says abruptly. I look around to remind myself what part of town we're in, and realize sundown had come and gone hours ago. "You know any good bars around here?" 

"Actually, I think I do..." 

"So I wasn't completely... forthcoming...earlier," I say, 6 martini's later. 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. I left out a couple things." 

"Well get on with it!" We're pretty drunk. 

"I... I might have won the powerball" 

"Shut the fuck up!" It stings where she punches me, though I feigned much greater pain than is warranted. "The big one? Last Mondays drawing?" 

"Yeeeeeeeeeah. I haven't claimed it yet, but I've got lawyers and everything." She seems to sober up a little, and after a few seconds she nods like she understood why I hadn't said anything at first. The nod is an approving one. I let that sit with her for a few minutes. She sips at her beer, thinking to herself quietly. 

"That's a game changer, huh?" 

"Yeah," I say. "I found out the morning after you came to my work. I've only got the barest fraction of plan." 

"So what's the other thing? 

"The second thing is, I'm gonna have a... a kind of...er... medical procedure soon." 

"What?!" 

"No no, it's not an emergency or anything," I say quickly, because she's looking panicked and worried. My quick talk does little to calm her down. 

"What kind of medical procedure?" 

"It's ah...ehm... It's sort of.." 

"Do you not want to talk about it right now?" 

I shake my head. "No. It's kinda personal. Not that I can't tell you!" I interject frantically. "It's just...here?... no." 

"Ok. So it's important, but it's not life threatening?" 

"Yeah." 

"Ok?" 

"Well, the thing is, I'm gonna need... help." 

"Of course!" 

"...for like three weeks" 

"I already said yes. You don't have to keep sweetening the pot!" She laughs, and I exhale. I still have no idea how to tell her what iss really happening, but I figured I'll have more time to do that. Dr. Halpig had taken a lot of photos to get a sense of complexion and whatnot, and he thought I might have to wait as much as a year for a donor that also matchs my... requirements. 

I get the call that Wednesday. Dr. Halpig is just as stunned as I am. He says that timing is an issue for the organs, so I rush over to the hospital. I call Vera, but she only just makes it right before I go in. I'm already under anesthesia. 

"J, I'm here! I made it!" 

"oooooooo" 

"Sweetie, can you hear me?" 

"yyyyyyyup" 

"I know you said it could happen at any time, but this was pretty quick!" 

"yyyyyyyup" 

"Sweetie, what's happening?" 

"i's..gonna...dick" 

"Your appendix?!" 

"yyyyyyyup" 

"I should punch you! Those things can be VERY dangerous!" 

"pssssssssssshhh" 

Then, I remember the ceiling starting to move. Vera followed me for a minute, holding my hand, but then a little later my hand was empty. Then I was asleep. During my stay at the hospital, my team finished the paperwork on a new apartment for me, and all my stuff was moved and set up while I slept. 

I spend the first two weeks in bed, hardly moving. The drugs take a lot out of me, but Vera is there for me like an angel. It's easy to hide my acquisitions. I have a catheter and what amounts to a giant diaper that a nurse comes by daily to help me out of and replace privately. Vera dutifully offers to help each time, but I decline. I'm not ready. By the third week, I'm feeling good enough to move around a bit, so I try to go to the bathroom. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you in there?" Vera pleads, and I think I hear just the slightest tinge of sadness. 

"I'll be ok. I just want to try doing this stuff alone. I'm gonna need to do it sometime." It's just a ploy to buy time. I'm still not ready. 

"I'll be just down the hall if you need me. Yell and I'll come running" she sayss, respectfully backing out the door. I'm still somewhat uncomfortable in my new bathroom. Not a bad uncomfortable, just out of place, so it takes me a little longer than might be necessary to start stripping down. I'm also terribly nervous. I haven't seen it at all yet, and I'm torn with anxiety and excitement. I have no idea what I had ended up with. I know I had given Dr Halpig a tall order, but I felt like I'd offered enough money that his discriminating eye would look out for me. 

I turned to face the full size wall mirror, but I deliberately avert my eyes and focus on taking everything off. Slide off the diaper, unwrap the bandage. Don't look yet. Oh my god, I think it's huge! Don't look! Try not to fall over getting it past your feet! Eyes closed...and... 

I shriek. It comes HALFWAY DOWN MY THIGH AND OMG LOOK AT THE SIZE OF MY BALLS! 

"Are you ok?" I can hear Vera starting down the hallway. 

"I'm fine!" I squeak. "Don't worry, It's ok!" I can't stop staring, and I don't know what to oogle at more. That is 8 inches easy, completely flaccid, but it's the swollen balls peeking out to either side that really blowing my mind. I'm just as big as Jevon was hard! Still staring at the mirror, I twist to get a look at it from the side. It comes out over my balls and then curves down. Unconsciously, I begin twisting at the hip. It swings back and forth, slapping the outsides of my thighs. Slowly, my hands grip the base of it. It's heavy. I move over near the wall and sit down with my legs splayed. My balls settle on the ground before me, and my cock drapes over them. I set my cock over my leg. I cannot get over how big my balls are. I roll back a little and lift up my balls with a hint of glee. Everything is still there, and it looks so natural. I'm turning myself on just looking at me. 

I love the way my balls felt in my hand. Shit, I love the way it looks when I cradled them. Suddenly, I noticed that my cock is getting bigger, and I squeak again with delight. Setting my balls back down gently, I scoop up my cock. It's still getting harder and bigger, and wow does it look like it belongs. Skin tone, skin complexion, and tiny, tiny pink scars after only 3 weeks! I'm getting turned on, I'm somewhat drugged up, and I have great new toys to play with. Today is the best day ever!! 

I can't decide whether I like looking at myself, or looking at myself in the mirror better, so I keep flipping between them. My cock up comes up well between my boobs without even trying to curl down. I lay it there, nestled in my cleavage and curl in my shoulders. I feel myself getting wet watching my tits mold themselves around my cock. I go to lean forward to pick up my balls to see if I'm leaking when I realize I would be able to go down on myself! It's right there!! 

I freeze for a moment. I'd been especially flexible as a kid, and I did tumbling and gymnastics until the girls showed up to ruin that dream. I'd even kept up the stretches for years until college because I thought flexibility would be important once I started having more sex. Should I try? Right here and now? Of course, I scream! I reach over, grab the bath mat, and then scoot on top of it. One hand hooks around my leg at the knee and the other steadies my now-fully erect cock... I've got to be almost 10 inches long!! Slowly, I double in on myself. At first, I just lick the head. It's so sensitive! Fucking hell, it's sensitive. I keep that up for about a minute before I realize this was the lamest self-blowjob ever. I take a deep, steadying breath, and wrap my lips around it. 

Oh my god, oh my god oh my god oh my god. I've always been a girl who enjoyed going down on a guy. I like the feel of it in my mouth. This is exactly like that, with the huge added bonus of it being my cock that feels great in there. I get the head in, and focus on that for a minute. I let go of my cock, reached for my other leg, and began to pull myself in tighter. Two, maybe three inches slips inside my mouth. I open my jaw as wide as I can get it, and my tongue has just enough room to work back and forth underneath. Almost four inches! 

Minutes ticked by. I lose myself in the slow rock, the in and out. The feel of my swollen head against tongue. Slowly, I come back to the real world and uncurl myself back out onto the floor. I feel my cock, still hard, slide down between my legs and settle against the bath mat. I don't think I could have fit much more of it in my mouth, even if I had been more flexible. The soft fibers tickled the tip of my cock as it softens and shrinks, and my brain starts to think logistics again. I reach down, scooped up my balls and pull them to the side. My cock easily touched the floor from flat on my back, going past my dripping pussy and asshole with ease. I spread my legs out again, and hold my cock near the head. I began sliding it up and down over my pussy, and I know it would work. I could fuck myself! Experimentally, I spread my legs out and twist at the hip to open myself and give it a push. Initial resistance...and POP! The head is in! And I had room to go further! Holy fuck, I am girthy! My hand cupping my balls begins massaging them all on it's own, and I realized how smooth they are. How soft they are. God it feels good. I lay my head back and enjoy this. However, I feel my cock getting erect again and the angle quickly becomes an issue, so I pull out. 

I must have laid there on the bath mat for like 5 minutes gently stroking my wonderful new cock, or playing with my balls, before I heard a noise down the hall. It isn't a coming-this-way noise, or an imminent danger noise, just noise. Suddenly, everything hits me. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE? Vera is never gonna go for this!! I'm a freak! I'll never be able to go out in public, or everyone would be able to see the bulge!! In my panic, I jump in the shower. 

I don't even know why I felt that getting an extra door between us was a good idea. I flip on the water just as I hear the door open and shut. I spin to face the wall, taking deep, ragged breaths and trying to make sure I'm completely wet, as if it wouldn't already be too late to be noticed if she pokes her head in the shower! Stupid! Vera says nothing, but I hear the tell-tale soft thump of her shirt falling on the tile floor. Then the soft sliding sound of her shorts and panties. My breathing turns into a silent, hysterical sobbing. Her bare feet pad across the room, and the shower door opens, and I hung my head in shame. It's over. 

"J?" She says, comfortingly. "Sweetie, why are you crying?" 

"No!" I shout. "Go away! I'm hideous!" At least, thats what I meant to shout, but it's nearly unintelligible between my blubbering and the water running over my face. 

"J, You know me better than that. I'm not gonna judge. I'm just here to help." 

"You're gonna think I'm ugly, and you're never gonna want to see me again!" 

"That's ludicrous," she says, soothingly. Suddenly, she's right behind me. I jump and tried to squeeze further into the corner. "Please, J. Let me see. I promise I won't freak out, or laugh, or make fun of you, or cry, or run away, or anything like that." 

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I say sullenly, and then she's right behind me again. I have nowhere to go. I feel her arms slip around my waist, and every muscle in my body tenses. Thats right, every one. Even through the shame, part of my brain is thinking about Vera behind me, naked and wanting to be me with, and my cock is responding. I know I have to face her. "I'm gonna turn around now..." 

Vera says nothing as I turn, and at first she's only looking me in the eye. She has that same crooked grin I'd fallen in love with. She holds my gaze for what must be a good 10 seconds, and 10 seconds feels like an hour. Suddenly, I realize I'm starting to feel her thigh with the tip of my cock. Those thighs, thick with muscles I don't have and will never earn. I'd made love to those thighs. For a split second, my eyes close involuntarily as my thoughts drift to where my cock is...her beautiful pussy, her firm- but only for a split second. When they fly open again... Vera is looking down. Her eyes creep wider and wider, and when I think they were as wide as she can open then, they open a little more. The forthcoming rejection is already unbearable. 

"Oh my god," She says, as she lifts her hand up to cover her mouth. I look down too. It's as erect as I think it can be, making a vast flesh bridge between us and pointing right between her thighs. My dick is like some kind of sexual hound dog, sniffing out it's prey and stretching for all it was worth to reach it. Vera isn't moving... My breathing is still coming in spurts and whimpers, but it calms a fraction for every second she doesn't react. No reaction is good. A good reaction, like her instantly dropping to her knees and swallowing my cock in the first three seconds, seems unlikely, so no reaction is about as good as I can hope for. The mental image of her swallowing my cock makes it bulge again. Fuck me running, is it even bigger now? I can feel it pushing against her, not just grazing. 

She kneels down, and my throat closes entirely. My blood feels like ice in my veins as she gets down on level with it and peers at it from side to side. 

"Look at your balls!" She cries, though the grin was gone. 

"That's what I said," I croak. Her expression is unreadable. I reach behind me and shut off the water. There is no more reason for that ruse. 

She looks up at me, and with a pregnant pause, whispers "May I?" 

I have no words. My lips work fruitlessly for a moment, followed by a frantic head nod. I couldn't possibly reject any advance she made at this stage, and I am entirely too eager to let her try. She reaches up and grasps it at the base, holding it so she can see the length up close. It isn't fully erect, but it's pretty close. Her eyes travel down the thick, throbbing vein underneath to the balls. She runs a free finger over the fine stubble of hair on my tender new sack. My mind takes a tangent, wondering what I should do about my pubic hair now. Should I leave a little fuzz on the balls? I liked they way it feels. I began to feel a weird sort of eu- 

"J!" Vera says insistently. I realized I'd wandered off mentally, and think I might be starting to understand guys a little better. 

"Y-y-yeah?" I whimper. She'snow cupping my balls with one hand while the other hand tightens it's grip on the shaft. Her fingers do not quite reach around to touch each other, I note with silent glee. 

"Why?" 

I pause, trying to bring my brain back around to the beginning of the long train of thought that led me to this very, very awkward situation. The pause is too long. Vera's fingers clamp down on my cock, and her expression says she is not in the mood to be toyed with. 

"For you!" I squeak. She merely raises an eyebrow at me. The timing of everything, the lottery, my decision to get it, and her coming back into my life are so tied up it;s hard to tell where one ends and the others begin. 

"Why?" Ever so slowly, she starts stroking my cock. 

"For us?" At this, her grip tightens like a vice. 

"Why?" Her voice is calm and collected. 

"For...for me" I say, sadly. Her whole face lights up, and her hand begins the lengthy trip from stem to tip and back again. "I did it for me." 

"That's what I was hopin' for! Going to an extreme like this for anyone, even someone as fabulous as me, is desperate and pathetic, and I know you're neither of those things." She points to the wall, and I back up a few steps. "I think you're going to want something to lean on," she saysa with a smile. 

For a few minutes, the only thing that existed in Vera's world was my new cock. She never took her eyes off it, when they were open at all. She settled up on her knees, and her mouth made love to the swollen tip. It was slow at first, like a young girl with her best doll. Gentle. Loving. Lots of tongue. Tongue everywhere. She held the shaft off to one side, and swallowed one of my balls. Suddenly there was three fingers inside my pussy, and I realized I was dripping down my leg. I cupped my breasts, gently rolling and pinching my nipples as she released my testicle, and began working her mouth in earnest up and down my dick. She got slightly farther than I did, which was impressive. Maybe just more than halfway. That fucking thing is huge! 

I lean my head back, and am thankful for the wall. I'm being rocked waves of pleasure from more places than I've ever felt at one time. Vera slips her hand down, and began fingering herself. I can feel her whimper softly, her vocal chords whispering to the tip of my oh-so-close cock. 

After what feels like forever, she settles back a bit and works her jaw around like she'd dislocated it. She glances around the spacious shower area, and I se that crooked grin slide into place. In one swift move, she rolls back on her heels, is upright, and moving across the shower to the door, which I had a bar installed right next to. Ostensibly, it was for steadying when stepping on a wet floor, but I'd hoped for this. She gives it a few good tugs, tests out bending over and taking hold, and then in the most forward manner imaginable, bends herself 90º and looks back at me. 

"What are you waiting for?" She grabs hold of her thigh just beneath the bulge of her ass with one hand and spreads her perfectly muscled cheeks to expose her pussy. Her fluid webs across from lip to lip. Cock at the ready, I settle in behind her. I start thinking about footing, and what would be a good position for myself, and all the stupid little logistics that guys learn when they're so much younger. Suddenly, Vera's hand snakes out between her legs, grabs hold of my cock, and pulls me into her like I've been magnetized. 

I sink the head of my incredible new cock and a little more into her pussy. Vera rolls up onto the balls of her feet, and lets out a long "Oooooooooooooooooh god." I feel Vera's hand let loose, and I take over. At first, I stand behind her and slowly rock at the hips. Just as I realize I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing with my hands, Vera reaches back, grabs one, and plants it on her hip. It feels so right! God, I love her hips. The way they fill out a bikini had been making me drool for years. I know Vera had been with some bigger guys, but I have no idea where I fit into the all time rankings. A little further each time, letting her thick juice lube inch after glorious inch. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 02



My eyes goggle when I realized how much pussy juice I'm pulling back out with me. Thick, white fluid coats the first 6 inches. I bite my lip and chance a long, constant thrust that pushed my whole cock into her. Vera let out a strangled cry, and I felt an orgasm building that is going to floor me. I fingers dig in on her hips, and I push myself as far down into her as I can as I filled her pussy with cum. It feels so amazing to just hold it there, all 10 inches drowning inside her. Something is just barely flicking my balls, but I couldn't care less. 

"Damnit! Damnit...Damnit..." and with a ferocious yell, Vera cums too. She'd been fingering herself, I realize belatedly. I'm just glad I didn't yank her or the bar off the wall. 

With exquisite patience, I pull my now extra-sensitive cock out of her, and settled down on the floor. At first, I'm just sitting, but soon I'm laying flat on the ground. My hair swirls around my head in the water. Vera stayed standing, holding onto the bar while bent completely over, but she's huffing like she's run a sprint. A very soft, slow smile spreads, not the crooked grin that means she's thinking, but the glowing , I-just-had-the-hell-out-of-that-orgasm smile she gets from time to time. I close my eyes and soak up the feeling myself. 

Neither of us talk for a few minutes. I lay there mostly motionless. Vera stands up tentatively. Eventually, she walks around and stands over me. At first, all I can do is look at her face. She's so beautiful. I must be the luckiest girl in the world, I swear to god. Then I notice the streaks of white running down her leg. Damn, I came like a fountain! 

"Suddenly, the urinal in the corner makes much more sense, " Vera says after a long, thoughtful stare. "Are you getting hard again? Already?" After a pause, she adds "I think I might be the luckiest girl in the world!" 

"We're gonna need to get you cleaned off down there," I say, pointing at her leg and rising up onto my elbows. 

"Jesus Fucking Christ! How did that not deflate you?!" 

"I don't think thats all me. You were awfully wet." 

"Well why shouldn't I be?!" she says, defiantly. "You went and turned the only part of the vagina I'm not completely in love with, the clit, into the only part of the male that I love, a cock." She stalks over to the corner we'd started in and turns the water back on. 

She stands under it, one hand pressed against the wall with her head hung down. I watch the water run rivulets down her body. It makes her glitter in the light. The curve of her calves, the definition in her thighs, the bump at the base of her ass. The way her hips swing way out only to curl back in to her waist. 

As I lay there watching her, I reach a full erection again. Money well spent, I think. I get up quietly and walk up behind her, but settled back down on my knees. She doesn't flinch when my hands caress her ass. When my thumbs grip and pull apart, she only puts her other hand on the wall. She arches herself backwards, pushing her ass out at me. When her head is just about at the wall, I start licking. 

"It's been so long," she mumbles. I give no response except to continue. I trace a half circle lightly, then retrace harder, then retrace harder. Then I complete the circle lightly. Then harder. Then harder. A smaller circle, closer to the center. Then right on the bullseye. 

She clenches and unclenches, resisting and welcoming my tongue in turns. I get a little bit past the tip in her, and she tightens up and pushes me out. The third time she tightens, I do my best to keep it in there. She clamps down so effing hard on my tongue, I nearly yelp, but just as the pain is hitting me, she's opening again. This time, she stays open. I push my face in between her cheeks, lips pressed around her hole. As my hands let go of her cheeks, the raw muscles slaps back on my face, but I don't budge. My hands move around to the fronts of her thighs, and now that I have leverage, I really go for depth. 

Vera is breathing hard through gritted teeth, occasionally letting a "fuck" slip through. The more I push, the more I feel her relent. It's been a long time for me too, but it's just like riding a bike. Suddenly, her hand is on top of mine, breaking my rhythm. I slow to a stop, and as I pulled out, she turns around. She grips my hand then, pulling my up to my feet. She backs against the wall and pulls me towards her. Her eyes are so open to me. 

I press my body to hers. Her fingers interlace with mine. Her eyes close. She's waiting. I feel such a rush. I feel the masculinity of the moment. She's ready for me. She wants me. She needs me. 

I lean in, and our lips meet tenderly. Her tongue seeks me out, venturing into my mouth far more boldly than she ever did before. It's as if she feels more free to be herself with me. 

The kiss is wonderful, but it's not what I want. I press my hips into her, pushing the upright cock against her abs. Without breaking our liplock, I feel her rebalance herself. I reach down, and she's lifted her leg. I wrap my arm under it at the knee. I break the kiss first, bending at the knees slightly to bring my cock down to the right height. Vera is up on the ball of her foot. I run the head over her clit and down between her pussy lips. It settles against her hole, too massive to just slide in on its own. 

I look up at her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and nods. I straighten up my legs... and she comes down... and slowly, our eyes come back to an even level. Her lips, opened slightly and quivering. Her eyes, filled with pain mixed with longing and pleasure. I hold her there while she catches her breath, and when she nods again, I begin thrusting. Her eyes close. 

I watch her lips, fluttering without moving, expressing without saying. With a deep cry, her eyes open again. Her arms hold me, faces an inch apart. I give a soft grunt with each push, and she echoes with a whimper. The slight downturn of her eyebrows, and the faint look of hunger. It feels like the first time. 

The rush I feel is tremendous. Not of a coming orgasm, but something totally different. My arm moves from her uplifted knee down to scoop up her ass. Then my other arm is there, and before I know it, her legs are wrapped around my waist. 

I can feel it coming. 

One of her hands shoots up to grab the shower head, and the other one braces her against the nearby corner. The look of pain in her eyes disappears, leaving the hunger. Our lips meet again, but it's not the mutual softening we've always had before. She melts before me. I drive her up and into the wall. Her cries are muffled by the kiss, and I feel her legs grip me so tightly, I can barely breath. Suddenly water is blasting across the room. My showerhead clangs against the floor, and her arm wraps around my back, desperate for purchase. 

I can feel it coming. 

She pulls back from the kiss, throwing her head back and screaming with her whole body. When it comes, my thrusts drop to half speed, and then full stop. I'm up on my toes, pushing every tiny piece of flesh I can fit inside her. I bury my head in her shoulder. After a minute, the only sound is our matched, heavy breathing and the unabated gushing of water coming from my wall. 

Her legs unwrap from me, but as she settles her toes gingerly on the floor, I'm still inside her. She's just staring at me, but her hands are moving, sliding in along my shoulders. I feel her palms cup my face, and that elusive smile graces me again. 

"Hey there," she says breathily. She pushes the hair back from my face with care, tucking it behind my ear. 

"I've been wanting to do that to you since that day in your apartment. I just..." 

"You just...?" 

"I was missing something didn't know I was missing." 

"You feel pretty whole now, " she says with the barest trace of a smile. 

"Yeah. I think so too." 

We stand there, embracing, for a long time. 

"So. Aside from fucking my brains out, what was your plan?" We're sitting in the kitchen now, grinning at each other from across the table. Her feet are planted between my opened thighs, holding my cock up against my bare stomach. We didn't bother with clothes this time. 

"Well," I say, "I haven't stepped forward to claim it yet because I want to quit my job spectacularly first. Like, I want to break new ground. I haven't thought up exactly how yet though." I'm gently rocking my hips, sorta giving myself my first footjob. Not sure what the appeal is except how lovely it is to see her tiny feet there. The black nail polish gleaming on all the little toes as they curl in against something much bigger than they are. Maybe I see the appeal... 

"You should use it to get back at that bitch Kara somehow." 

"I hadn't..." and suddenly, ideas are exploding in my head. "Wait, I could...and she... " I pause to gasp and lock eyes with Vera. "...and you could..." 

"I love watching your face when you put things together. It's magical how devious you can be." 

I call the offices of Webster, Cannon, and Smith about 30 minutes later to notify them that I've been cleared to return to work from my sabbatical. Footjobs are slow. 

The following Monday I stride in 30 minutes early, dressed to the nines. I've got my hair up in a loose bun, held in place with a couple knitting needles. I passed on the contacts this morning in favor of my glasses. I've got on a dark grey suit jacket, matching pencil skirt, a white blouse, and I've got on my sharpest, tallest black heels. I've got on the best corporate smile I've ever managed as the rest of the office staff filters in after me, and I'm on my very best behavior. 

"Good morning, Mr Smith. You're lookin' dashing today. New suit?" 

"Old suit, new haircut. You're looking sharp as well, Ms Bradley. Glad to have you back!" 

"Glad to be back, sir!" On any other day, I'd have stabbed myself for that, but today wai going to be special. At 10 of, Kara comes in. She gives me one of her more mundane dirty looks without stopping. I smile. Around 10, Vera comes in. She salutes me covertly as she hefts her bag of supplies and disappears to do her part. I spend all day schmoozing and sucking up like I've never sucked before. I'm playing the game. 

"There's something very different about you today, Ms. Bradley," Mr. Cannon says as we stand around the coffee machine in the break room just after noon. I'd been regaling them with a story Vera and I made up about a humorous boating accident, and everyone was jovial. Suddenly, Vera walks by the door with a baseball cap on. Showtime. 

I politely excuse myself from the conversation and head out into the cubicle jungle. Kara's desk sits just outside Mr. Webster's office. Kara is distracted as I approach, and the cap on her water bottle is off. I almost think I can get away with it without needing the pretext Vera and I dreamed up, but she notices me and spins around to face me. 

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" She says with a savage little smile. 

"Kara, I just wanted to say that I really miss just being able to talk with you like we did when we both started." 

"Fat chance, Jaimie, now-" 

"I also wanted to say that if it was something I did to make you so mad at me, I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart." The sincerity on my face is so believable, so realistic, that she pauses. From around the corner behind me, I hear Vera's phone click over, and her speed dial flashes through some numbers. The phone in front of us rings. Both of us reach for it, and although I'm faster, I'm also clumsier. I knock the phone off the receiver, and it skitters down her desk and onto the floor. 

"God Damnit, Bradley!" She yells. My hand hovers above her water, and the tiny unstopped vial in my fingers empties. Only some of the powder is dissolved before it hits the bottom, but Kara was always one to see what she wanted to see. 

"Kara, I'm so sorry!" I plead. "I thought that was the main line, not your line!" 

"Just go away," she bellows. "...Fuckin Bitch..." 

I round the corner and nod to Vera. She turns and heads off back the way I came. To the server room. 

About 10 minutes later, Kara rushes into the womens room, panicking. She deadbolts the door, then briskly walks across the room to the nearest stall. Her heels drop to the floor. She grunts a few times as she pulls up her skirt and removes her panties. Within seconds, she's humming like a bandsaw and rubbing herself furiously. I wait until that rubbing starts to get a little sloshy, and then I put down one heeled foot, gently but firmly. The heel makes a clack, and everything Kara is doing stops. I put down my other heel, and stand up. Kara's door slams shut and latches 

"It took me about a month to put it together," I say, as I exit the stall at the very end. 

"Jaimie?! What the fuck?! Get out!!" 

"First, Mr. Webster takes off his wedding ring. His wife's been dead for, I don't know, 10 years?, but he kept it on faithfully," I say, hands held behind my back as I walk slowly along the row of stalls. "Then, Mr. Webster starts coming around the reception area. We're barely better than the temps to him. Why would he do that?" 

"Jaimie, please. Just go." 

"Then his secretary, Mrs. Whedon... Well, she was fairly old, but the word was that she was, quote, asked to accept her 401k a little early, end quote." Clack. Clack. Clack. "And then there you are, moving on up to the east side! You know, the first couple weeks you were over there, I was really happy for you. Even though you stopped talking to me completely and got really, really short with me, I was happy for you." I get to the door and double check the deadbolt. "Kara, you should really stop doing that now. We both know that's not going to work." 

"What?!" she squawks, voice hoarse with disbelief. The sound of her fingers stops again. 

"I mean, the obvious solution is that you slept with him, but we were in the trenches together, Kara. You used to tell me allllll about the guys you'd shoot down at bars. 'You have standards'." I make the little air quotes, pacing back down the row of mirrors towards the far wall. Clack. Clack. Clack. "Mr Webster is kind of a big guy. I'm not saying he's fat or anything, but he's not your type. Plus he's got those...those...I don't know. Warts? Moles? Sores? If that man wasn't a damn fine lawyer, he'd be in trouble." Kara's breathing is a little louder, but it's not the panting she was doing before. 

"So how does a girl who couldn't bring herself to have sex with anything less than a 10 with a gun to her head get it on with a man more than twice her age, and more than twice her weight. Not to even mention that BO." My whole face twitches. "I know it's a condition he has so it's not nice to talk about it, but it's got to be factored in. 

"So I sat, and I thought, and I thought, and I thought, and it just wouldn't come to me." I hit the wall, turn 180º, and stalk back towards the door. Clack. Clack. Clack. "Then one day, I was going to get coffee, and you were yelling at me, and I saw you scratch your leg. Bug bite. And then it hit me. Summer of 2011, Team Building Retreat. Fourth of July. You and I got wasted on Schnapps." I laugh lightly, and it's genuine. That was a good memory. "I had my last two hits of X from my college days. It was going to be my last hurrah with the stuff, and I offered you one. Do you remember what you told me?" 

"No." It's the tiniest sound I think I've ever heard. 

"I bet you could guess though." She stays quiet, so I continue. "You said you were allergic to it. I tried to get you to tell me what that meant, but you wouldn't say. Not at first anyway." Clack. Clack. Clack. "You said it gave you an itch. You'd go all Black Snake Moan, and you'd have to have a dick. Right then. Nothing else would work. You could masturbate until you bled and still feel it." I shiver. "Sounded awful." 

"Wait, did you do this to me?" She sounds horrified. I can hear her fingers going again. She just must not be able to stop herself. I shrug. 

"But if you needed to get yourself in the mood, and I mean really needed it, that would work, wouldn't it? Once I started to think about the whole thing, and about poor Mr. Webster... You didn't even need to blackmail him, did you? I bet he gave you that job out of sheer gratitude." Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. I come to a stop in front of her door and slowly turn. 

"Jaimie please, you've got to help me," she pleads. "You don't know what it's like!" 

"You can't drive. Legs go all wonky. Mr Webster is headed over to Springfield for a meeting, so you can't go to him. Can't risk picking up a different guy and having it get back to Mr. Webster. He'd be devastated. So here you are. Even though you know you can't reach it, you're still scratching." 

"Jaimie, for the love of god..." 

"I can help you. Open the door." 

I hear the toilet seat squeak as she leans forward, and then the door unlatches. I push it open with one finger. Her mascara is ruined. Her breath is all choppy. She's trying to focus, but she can't stop fingering herself. Her skirt is nowhere to be seen, and her panties are on the floor. Her clit is engorged! Damn! No. Focus. Margaret Thatcher. Janet Reno. Hillary Clinton. 

"How can you help me?" 

I smile, and remove my jacket. I neatly fold it and hang it over the door of the adjacent stall. Then I unbutton my blouse. 

"Jaimie! Damnit! Stop fucking with me! For the last time, I'm not gay!" She's not quite crying, but it's close. 

"Patience." I say, as I finish unbuttoning my blouse, remove it, fold it, and lay it over the jacket. Then I reach over to the side of my hip, unfasten my skirt, and pull it away like a muleta. Kara breaks into actual crying for just a moment as she stares at the cock inexplicably hanging there between my legs. Then she composes herself, and looks me in the eye. Her fingers are still going, teasing that massive clit of hers. God, it's like a tiny penis! 

I'm now wearing my highest black heels, black stockings strapped to a garter belt, and a bra, but the last one for only as long as it takes me to reach back and unclip it. I lay my bra on top of the pile. Kara is staring at my cock hungrily now. 

"See? I can help you." She bolts down off of the toilet seat and slides down on her knees in front of me. She's got her lips wrapped around my cock in a heartbeat. I almost panic. "Kara, hang on. Stop." I push down slightly on her head, and she mercifully pulls her face away from it to stare up at me, horrified. "Listen. Yes, it's big, but it's not everything it's cracked up to be. Have you ever heard that sometimes really big guys have trouble keeping it up?" Her look of horror changes to terror in a flash. "No, I can get it hard, but it takes a couple things to...uh... keep the motor running, you know?" 

"What do I need to do!?" She shrieks. Her fingers are flying. 

"First of all, stop that. It's distracting." She stops. I'm not sure if she'll stay stopped, but she's stopped for now. That wet, slurping sound was starting to drive me the good kind of crazy. "Stand up, Kara." Kara stands just over 5 feet tall. She wears impossible heels to be able to look people in the eye, but barefoot... 

"I need you to suck on my nipples." Kara looks at them, fighting to resist the urge to twist her lips like she's always done. I can even see just the hint of it before I cut in again. "I'm really sorry, but it has to be this way." With me in my heels, my tits are right at the perfect height for her. I can see the wheels spinning in her head. After another moment of deliberation, she darts her head forward like a viper and latches on to my left boob. 

"No, Kara! Gently." She stops and gives me a very confused look. She looks back down, and this time when she leans in, she's gentle. She presses her lips so softly it's like she's kissing a baby. I've changed my tone from lecturing to gentle, comforting, and motherly. "That's right," I say. My right hand comes up to caress her hair, and the left braces her neck. "Gently." One of her hands presses against my abdomen, bracing, and the other cups my tit. Her tongue teases the tip of the nipple. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 03



After the 'Establishing Shot', Vera and I hit the road. We rented an RV and set out cross country. Vera called it "Jaimie Bradley's Sexual Awakening Tour 2013: Coming to a city near you!" The plan was to go around and find people I could have sex with, have them sign a release, film it, and put out a DVD. Or start a website. That part of the plan was fuzzy, but we knew that the footage was an important part, and it was certainly the part we were looking forward to the most. 

So we hit the road. Over the next six months, we rambled from city to city, hitting lots of college towns and a ton of hotels in between. In all, we recorded about 55 encounters. What follows are our favorites. 

Hal, the virgin. #53 

This scene actually happened very late in the trip, but we both agreed it should be the first one we released, or showed, or whatever we were gonna do with it. 

We were in Ann Arbor, Michigan (Go Wolverines!!), crashing a frat party. Vera was using a little minicam she had hidden in her purse. She'd thought that sometimes the pick up, long before the sex began, was worth filming. Even if all we did was trash it later, at least we'd have it. I trusted her opinion. As with most of our encounters, we didn't try to seek out anything in particular. We let whatever might come our way happen and made the best of it. So far, that had produced more than a few gems. 

We milled around for a while, eventually finding our way to a bar set up in the basement. When I pushed my way through to a seat, a gawky guy next to me looked back, saw that I was with someone, and moved out of our way with a polite smile. Vera got her Rum and Coke, and I got an Appletini. 

"You know, despite having the most impressive package in this place and a set of balls to put anyone to shame, you drink like a little girl!" 

"You don't know it's the best," I scoffed, sipping my drink. "You're just buttering me up. I see through you." 

"Oh. OH, you think you have me all figured out, don't you?" She handed me her drink and purse, and stepped to the side into a little space in the crowd and started dancing. It was disjointed and it didn't quite line up with the music, but her moves were fluid. It was kind of hot to watch her go, and a crowd opened up around her while she burned through some routine she'd clearly mastered. I stare open mouthed, in amazement. After a minute or two, she petered out. The crowd around her roared with approval. 

"I had no idea you had any dancing talent at all," I said, or rather shouted over the noise. "I concede the point!" 

"God damn right you do," she said, snatching her drink back and taking a long swig. 

Suddenly, the gawky guy from before came up from behind Vera and tapped her on the shoulder. Once I got a better look at him, I saw he was less a guy and more of a late teen. 

"Um, excuse me," he started, voice cracking. "Was that from Napoleon Dynamite?" 

Vera threw her head back and laughed. "Guilty!" 

"It was still impressive," I said. 

"It was spot on," the kid exclaimed. He started to say more, but two larger guys shouldered past him rudely. At first, they were going to pass right through our little conversation, but then they both came to a stop and grinned at us. 

"Well well well, Who do we have here?" The first guys voice is so deep, I feel it in my chest. 

"I'm sorry, but I was-" 

"Fuck off, nerd," the second one said, giving the kid a shove. He disappeared from view into the crowd. Vera looked at me, and I nodded. 

"We were talking to him!" Vera yelled. 

"C'mon, seriously? That dweeb?" Vera threw her drink in his face without a second thought, and stormed off. I shook my head at them and followed. 

We had to wander around the party for a little while before we found him again. He'd found a loud and crowded corner to hide in. Once he spotted us, he pretended he hadn't made eye contact and tried to look away, but Vera walked right up to him. 

"I'm sorry about those guys. They had no right to do that." 

"No, they kinda do. I'm rushing this frat. I pretty much have no claim to talk to anyone tonight." 

"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard." 

"I don't really want to be here," he said. "I'm only rushing because my Dad was Theta Lambda too." 

"Will he be pissed if you don't make it?" 

"I'm a legacy. I'll make it no matter what." 

"Well," I said, speaking up for the first time. "If you're gonna make it no matter what, then why are you taking it?" 

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Those two were both twice my size. What else was I gonna do?" 

"You could leave." 

"And go where?" 

"Our hotel room?" 

That stopped him down. 

"My name is Jaimie. This is my friend Vera. Would you like to get out of here?" 

He just blinked at me for a minute. Then he looked at Vera. Then back at me. 

"If this is more hazing, it's not cool..." 

"This is totally on the level," Vera said. 

"...ok." 

Vera turned to head out. I nodded my head at her and he followed, and then I brought up the rear. Vera gave the two larger guys from earlier the double bird on the way out. It was too loud to hear what they said back, but I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. 

"I'm Hal, by the way." 

"Pleased to meet you," I said, stepping up to walk beside him once we get out onto the sidewalk. 

"Are we going far?" 

"No, we can walk there. We're at the Ramada over by rt 110?" Hal just nodded. "It's actually better that we can walk, because we need to talk to you a bit." 

"O...k?" 

"First of all, I need to ask you if you'll sign this," Vera said, pulling out our release form and a pen from her purse. 

"What is this for?" 

"We're going to film this." 

"I'm going to be in porn?!" 

"Yes, although there's no guarantee that we'll use any of the footage in the end. Once we get that squared away, we'll contact you later about payment. Is that ok?" 

"Are you kidding me? Of course!" 

Now Hal was maybe 5'8", and if he weighed 140 lbs wet, I'd be shocked. He had horn-rimmed glasses, shaggy black hair, and the least amount of muscle definition of any guy I've ever considered taking to bed. 

"I do have one question though." 

"Just one?" Vera laughed. "I'd have a ton, but go ahead." 

"Why me? Those two guys were way bigger than me." 

"What can we say? We like underdogs." 

Hal nodded. He scribbled his signature everywhere we had highlighted, and Vera grinned broadly as she shoved his form into her purse. The hotel we were at was only a few miles, so we were there pretty quick. Hal was sweating quite a bit, and wasn't that hot. 

We got inside the room, and Vera looked to me for direction. I was a little unsure of how to handle this one, so we both puttered about for a few seconds, waiting to see what Hal did. Once the door shut behind him, Hal stops dead in his tracks and stared at us wide eyed. 

"Hal?" I said. "Is everything ok?" 

"Yeah...I" We both stop down to look at him. "I. Um." 

"Hal, is this your first time?" 

"Um. Yes?" 

Vera subtly made a fist and pumped it. She loves breaking in virgins. 

"Ok," I said. "Well, it's guys choice. You can do whatever you want with either one of us, or both of us. I should say, however, that if this is your first time, you should start with Vera." She turned and looks at me. "What, I can't be the cameraman?" 

Hal turned and looked at Vera. She stared at me for another minute before shaking it off and nodding. She kicked off her boots, unbuttoned and dropped her jeans, and flung off her shirt with a queried look at me. Hal just stared in amazement, and I can totally relate. She had (and still has) a fantastic body. Even though we'd been on the road, she still made time to jog, or something, every day. I brought the camera out in the open instead of tucked into the spot in her purse where the hole was. 

Vera walked across the small room to stand right in front of Hal. She smirked one more time over her shoulder at me, and then turned to give Hal her full attention. She closed her eyes, rolled up onto her toes, and leaned forward. Hal seemed like he could barely believe this was happening, but he didn't skip a beat in leaning down a hair to kiss her. It was tender. Just the lips. 

Without looking, she reached out to grab his wrists, and placed his palms on her tits. He whimpered a little in the middle of their kiss, but once they were in place, his hands went to work. They were nearly the perfect size to hold her breasts. 

After a minute or so, she leaned back, although she held his hands in place. Once she was certain he wouldn't let go, she moved her hands down to undo his belt. Hal's hands did stop as he stared wide eyed at what she was doing. She bite the side of her lip, and her hips squirmed a little. The fact that he couldn't keep his focus was a huge turn on for Vera. Once his belt was undone, she dropped down to her knees, undid his button, dropped his zipper, and pulled out his cock. Hal was pretty average, but it had a nice thickness to it. Vera tilted her head back just slightly to stare up at him while she took his semi-rigid cock into her mouth. 

Hal inhaled sharply, making a kind of whining sound. His hands sorta floated in the air, as he clearly has no idea where they were supposed to be or what he should have been doing with them. Vera kept his dick in her mouth for a while, leaning her head from side to side. When she finally backed off, it was considerably harder but not much larger or longer. She gently wrapped her lips around his head, and with great slowness, proceeded to take his entire cock into her mouth and back out again. 10 seconds in, 10 seconds out, and then she backed off completely. 

"Hal, if this is your first time, you're gonna cum soon. Don't worry about that," she said, smirking up at him. "But we also don't want it to be just from a blowjob, so..." She got up, and dragged him to the bed by his cock. Just as she climbed up onto it she let go, and he took the moment to strip off the rest of his clothes. She flipped over onto her back, and as soon as he was free, Hal climbed up on top of her. 

When he finally got face to face with her, it was really beautiful. She ran a finger along his cheek with just the tiniest hint of a smile on her face. Hal looked down for a second and grunted, but Vera only stared at him. When he finally entered her, her eyebrows went up and her mouth opened wide. There was no more kissing. Just two faces three inches apart, staring. 

Vera's prediction was pretty accurate. It only took a minute, at most, before Hal's momentum was completely lost, and his wiggling on top of her slowed to a stop. For her part, Vera handled it like a champ. Once he was done, she leaned up and kissed him again, this time slipping in a little tongue. Hal crawled off of her after a while and flopped down onto the edge of the bed. I let him have a minute to reflect. Vera started fingering herself softly. 

"Hal," I said, "we're really hoping you'll be able to join us again, so we're gonna mess around for a while. You can just watch us, or you can direct us, and whenever you're ready, you can join us." 

I sat the camera on the tripod facing the bed, and got down in between Vera's legs. I immediately started licking up the cum that was flowing out of her pussy, and Hal gawked next to me. 

"That's fucking hot," he said. 

"Just wait," I said, winking at him before turning my attention back to Vera's pretty pink pussy. Some of her own juice was mixed in there, adding that unmistakable, if indescribable, flavor I'd come to love. 

"Can I, you know, do you next?" 

"You can..." I said, smirking. "Although maybe you should wait just a second more." I turned back to Vera's pussy again and attacked her clit. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin Fuckin Fuckin Fuck!" Her hands feebly pushed down on my head, and her legs kept trying to come up over my shoulders, but I swatted them away. She wanted me to spend more time on her pussy. She didn't want to cum too soon, but I wanted her to cum very, very badly. 

"Fuck!! FUCK!! FUCK!!" It didn't take long before her hands stopped pushing and started grabbing hair. When I heard her voice drop, I lightened up. I wanted this orgasm to be gentler than her usual thrashing. It was really musical when she came, sing-song-y and beautiful, although no less profane. 

"Just do it," Vera said while looking at my pants, happily writhing around on the bed in the moments after. 

I sat up, smirking at her, and pulled off my t-shirt. Hal made an "awwww" sound, and his eyes were glued to my chest as I reached back and popped off my bra. I let my biceps and elbows push my tits up and together, and Hal was dumbstruck and fascinated all at once. I beckoned him forward with one finger, and as he crawled over the bed towards me, I laid down on my back. 

Hal settled in next to me and immediately latched onto my right tit. His eyes closed as his tongue began massaging the nipple, like a hand forming clay. Pressing but not pushing, shaping without redefining, and stroking. Good lord, the boys tongue could stroke. After a minute, Vera settled in on my other side, one of my tits in each mouth. 

"Damnit, that feels good..." 

My hands slid along their necks... fingers lacing into their hair... nails along their spines... Veras hand slid across my stomach and grabbed Hal's wrist. He let his hand be guided over my abs and down between my legs. My cock was down in my left pant leg, and after a little bit of searching, she laid his hand down on it. At first, it just laid there on top of my cock, unaware. The suspense was driving my crazy, and although I wasn't hard before he got there, I was hard pretty soon after. 

Still no reaction from Hal. 

Vera, her hand still over his, started sliding his palm up and down over my jeans. The friction made my cock jump a little, and finally, Hal reacted. 

"What the what?!" he said as he jumped backwards and off the bed. Vera didn't move, she just kept slurping away at my tit. I'd stopped lactating almost as soon as we got on the road, a fact which Vera had been extremely disappointed about. She'd really come to enjoy sucking on my tits though, and my nipples had gotten much more sensitive since the surgery, so it was win win. 

"It's not a flashlight in my pants, Hal. I'm just happy to see you..." Vera coughed a little, fighting not to laugh. 

"Those are real!" He squeaked, pointing at my tits. "I swear those are real!" 

"They most certainly are," Vera purred. 

"You're a girl!" 

"She most certainly is." Vera was slurring her s's again. Damnit, she knew what that did to me. I reached both hands down to unsnap my jeans, arched my back up so I could slide them down, and my cock sprung out. Slowly, I laid myself back down. My cock was sticking nearly straight up, and Hal just stared at it. 

"I've never seen... Usually, shemales... huh." 

"mmm," Vera took one last slurp, and sat up a little. "Since she started off female, she thinks term dickgirl is probably more appropriate, although I prefer futa." 

"Foo-ta?" I'd never heard the word before. 

"Look it up some time. I think you'll enjoy it." With that, Vera dropped back down to my tit, although she had one hand on my shaft and was lightly stroking it up and down. I looked over at Hal, and he was still just staring distractedly. His dick, however, was at full attention. 

"Hal..." He kept staring until I repeat myself. "Hal! You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to." 

"No, I..." Man, he just kept STARING at it! I love this reaction. I'd gotten it before, but this was one of the most satisfying renditions. 

"Here," I said, scooting over to the edge of the bed. "Come over here." Hal got up and came around to stand in front of me, but his eyes were glued to my cock the entire time. I tucked my legs up over me and pulled back my balls. He stared equally wide-eyed at my pussy... 

"Holy Fucking Shit! How is that even possible?!" 

"Remember. You don't have to do anything you don't want." Hal seemed pretty intent when he finally stepped up. Of all the people we fucked, Hal was the most hesitant about it, but once he got there, between my legs, his hesitations subsided. I couldn't believe he was hard and ready to go again... well maybe I can. Vera and I are pretty fucking hot together. 

Hal gripped his cock as he stepped up, and pushed the head up and down between my lips. In no time at all, he was fully lubricated and pressing in against my poor overlooked pussy. It'd been a little while since I'd been fucked there, so it was pretty tight when he started pushing. I didn't have to fake the deep breaths, the gritted teeth, or the grunts. His dick felt great, but all he could stare at was mine, and with just the slightest hint of awe now. 

"Do you want to touch it?" I licked my lips, hoping. Hal didn't respond, but one of his hands moved from my thigh down to my cock. It spasmed at his touch, which made me clamp down on his dick involuntarily. We both whimpered a little. 

Suddenly, Vera crawled over me to start sucking on my tit. I watched the skin stretch around my nipple as she pulled it up and into her mouth, but only for a moment. Then her hand grabbed my head and turned it so that I could see that one of her tits was hanging right above me. One of her perfect little tits... 69 tit sucking. I'm surprised we never thought of this before. 

I reached up and grabbed her tit, squeezing it and forcing the nipple down into my mouth. My tongue flicked rapidly back and forth, and then my lips closed around it. Gently sucking, pulling it down. Her other tit, perfect and pink, dangled beautifully just out of the corner of my eye. 

Hal began stroking my cock slowly, which started a whole chain reaction. I grunted and bit down gently on Vera's tit. She gasped, dropping my nipple out of her mouth for the first time in what felt like forever. She lightly spanked my sideboob before picking it back up again. My feet curled around Hal's back, interlocking at the ankles. Once my legs had that leverage, I really started to tighten down on his dick. He started to cry out a little with each thrust. He didn't stop stroking my cock though, which makes the feedback loop get just a little bit stronger. 

It was good that Hal had already blown a load in Vera, because he lasted much longer this time. After a few minutes of that, I was dangerously close to cumming, but I was holding it back for now. I had an idea. 

"Slide down," I said. Vera wasted no time crawling further down. I felt her hand take over for Hal's. His amatuer touch had a certain exhilarating appeal, but Vera was a pro. She worked the top half in and out of her mouth, while she stroked the bottom half lovingly. 

I returned to her clit. Vera's clit is her easy button. It's ultra sensitive, and if you work it just right, she'll orgasm extremely quickly. She, of course, is not a fan of that, but she rarely stops down during sex to say so. The angle was in my favor. My dick is so long, she had to start further back to get to the front of it. I started slow, keeping constant swirling pressure. I have this routine down so well, I probably do it in my sleep. Switch directions, always keeping contact. Up and down, but pressing firmly and dragging the clit with me as I go. Slowly, my arms reached up around her waist. I could reach one hand across her back to my other elbow, which was good, but for now I just held her closely. 

Hal, meanwhile, was picking up steam. His cock felt so thick inside me, and it was wonderful to be able to stretch those muscles around him. So wonderful and full. I had to let go of my balls to get my hands around Vera's waist. They fell to rest on and around Hal's dick. Each time he pushed in, he bumped them with his lower abs. Vera got a little further in on my dick. Felt like she was getting most of it in there now, and her hand was marking the spot her lips could reach. Nearly there. I felt myself getting ready to cum, so I acted. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 03



I triple timed my tongue on her clit, wiggling my head back and forth full tilt. My arms tightened a little on her waist as she tries to lift herself off of me, but she doesn't stop. 

A few more seconds of Vera's squirming... I'm so close! C'mon, c'mon!! A shiver through her middle, and she started cumming. I wrapped my arms tight around her waist, and for the first time in years, I bit down on her clit. She started to jerk around, trying to dislodge me, but I had her tightly. Her deep grunting was muffled by my cock in her mouth, but it was loud and long. Or at least it would have been. 

When I felt my orgasm getting close, I wrapped one hand around the other elbow, and my free hand pressed down against the base of her skull. Her cumgrunt was cut short as I pulled off the hardest crunch of my life and my cock hits the back of her throat with a strangled glalp. 

It's a wild ride, trying to keep her clit between my teeth. I was basically hanging from her torso at that point, with my feet tight around Hal. Her thighs had closed down hard around my head, but I could still hear her gagging as I came directly down her throat. My legs locked down on Hal too. My pussy viced on his cock. Somewhere very far away, Hal was crying out. It was magnificent... 

Vera never stopped fighting my hand. As soon as I was done and the will to fight was gone, she threw herself free and gasped for air. 

"Oh my god, are you ok?!" Hal exclaimed. "Your face was almost purple!!" 

"No, I'm just fine," I say, although he sooo wasn't talking to me. I laughed a little more as Vera hacked away next to me. Hal collapsed on a chair across the room. After a minute or so, Vera sat up and smiled at me. 

"Yes, Hal. I'm fine. Thank you for asking." I giggled a little. "Jaimie here just gets a little feisty sometimes." 

"Me?!" 

"Oh yes. It's not her fault. She's got so many hormones raging in there, she's lucky to be sane. I mean, come on," she said, gesturing to me. "Look at that body! You don't get to look like that without paying a cost. Truth be told, she's the sweetest person I've ever met, but sometimes she's like a wolverine on angel dust." I started wincing. "Oh yes. That's right, Jaimie. This is gonna hurt." 

"What?! No! That wasn't that bad!" I exclaimed, but her smile only grew wider. I rolled up onto my elbows 

"What are you gonna do?" Hal's voice was cracking again. 

"What are we gonna do," she corrected, never breaking eye contact with me, smile never lessening. "I bought a few provisions just in case this sort of thing happened again." 

"What do you mean, again?" Hal asked, still flopped over in the chair. 

"Long story." She got up and walked over to her suitcase. 

I sat all the way up trying to peek, but I heard it first. I know that jangle. It's her strapon. I bit my lip and grinned at Hal. "Worth it," I mouthed to him. He stared back at me incredulously. 

Vera took her time assembling her getup. It's quite a thing. The straps all fit her like a glove, so she doesn't have that problem where she can push but can't pull it back out again. She's also got two little vibrators she inserts, one in her pussy and one in her ass, and the controls clip on to one of the leg straps. I'd seen it before, and been on the receiving end before, but when she turned around, my jaw dropped. Somewhere along the way, she found a two dick attachment for it, one above the other, and they're both at least as big as me. 

"Yeah. That's right," She said, grinning malevolently. Her eyes were wild as she looks around the room.. "On that table. Hal, grab the camera." 

I had brought this on myself. I totally had it coming. I did, but FUCK those things were big... Fair is fair though, so I got up. Vera pulled out and put on a pair of black heels. I drooled a little, thinking about what heels do to her calves and ass as I climbed up onto the table. 

"On your back. Hal, get up on the other end." 

"I'm not really ready to go again.." He said tentatively. 

"I'm counting on that." 

I laid down, and just above me at the other end, Hal was kneeling. Vera grabbed my thighs and roughly dragged me out to the very edge of the table. 

"I want you to put your balls in her mouth, and if she stops tonguing them for even a second, tell me." 

"Sorry about this," Hal's upside down head told me before scooting forward and dropping his sack into my mouth. I sucked down just a little to get them far enough into my mouth to get my lips around both of them. Once they were in place, I started running my tongue up and down the very center, sometimes pushing up between them and splitting them into my cheeks. Hal squirmed above me. 

Vera spent a minute lubing up her dicks. Hal's camerawork was better than expected. It's great to hear him breathing hard in the recording, even though he was still soft and his dick was just draped over my chin. 

"What do I do if she stops tonguing me?" 

"Lets see how long she can go first," she said. She'd finally gotten her strapon all ready to go. She clicked on one, and then the other vibrator, and paused for a moment with her eyes closed as they hummed to life. It only lasted for a moment though, and soon enough she was squaring away. She lifted my thighs up so they were at a 90º angle from the table, and lined up the anal dildo. I felt that press against me and whimpered a little. 

"Quit your bitchin. Haven't even gotten started yet." With a quick thrust, the anal dildo is in. A second later, I feel the pussy dildo, the bigger one, push up against me, but she didn't hardly wait for that one. Good fucking God...That thing was twice as thick as Hal. I couldn't stop a groan from escaping, but I was more than a little worried about what Vera had planned for punishment if I let up, so I kept working on his balls. I pushed one off into my cheek andjust focused on the right one for a while. 

Holy fucking shit, those dildo's felt good, but they were fucking BIG. Vera didn't spend long letting me get used to the size before pushing the whole nut deep inside me. My hands flailed out and found the edge of the table. 

"She's white knuckling it already," Hal said. 

"Well she's got a long way to go," Vera replied, and she quickly ramped up the speed. Fucking hell! My dick had been pretty soft at the start but it was getting harder, and she was going so fast it started thumping up and down against my stomach. Sometimes, I forget how heavy it is... I started to get lost in the cacophony of tainted pleasure... 

"She stopped!" Hal exclaimed. 

"Abuse one of her tits." I whined around his balls, and my tongue started up again, but it didn't stop him. He grabbed my nipple between two of his knuckles and lifted the whole thing up. It's a lot of fucking weight. The stretching was exquisite...but then SMACK!! His other hand came down open on my extended boob. 

"Seems a shame to stretch these things out," he said. "They're a goddamn miracle." 

"Oh don't worry about them. <grunt> She pampers the hell out of them. <grunt> She's found this <grunt> moisturizing cream for women who just gave birth <grunt> to help things tighten back up. <grunt> She uses it daily." Vera's strapon was gloriously debasing my pussy and ass, and my cock was hard enough that it didn't thump anymore, it smacked. "Jaimie, you need to tell me when you're gonna cum, you got it?" 

A quick "MmmHmm!" was all I could manage around his balls. The short fuzz of his pubic hair was starting to grate on my tongue. Hal grabbed my other tit by the nipple, and picked the whole thing up. Oh god, he was really stretching it! Fuck, it's fucking heavy!! I had to arch my back up off the table... Fuck fuck fuck. I groaned around his balls, and started licking again, but he kept me hanging by the tit. Fuck, they're both so big... I can feel tears running down my temples... 

"Oh my god, give me the camera," Vera said. Hal passed it to her, and Vera zoomed in on the dildo going in and out of my asshole. "I don't even know what thats called, when the edges of the asshole get all red and swollen, and every time you pull out, it kinda comes out too. I don't know what it's called, but it's fucking hot." It feels sooooo fucking good... 

SMACK! 

"Did she stop licking again?" 

"...no?" 

"I like you, Hal." 

I spit Hal's balls out of my mouth and gasped for air. It'd been hard to breath down there. 

"Are you about to cum?" 

"Yeah!" I said, exasperated. 

"I want you to kiss your dick. Hal, help her up." I started to sit up, and Hal cradled my head. "Do not wrap your lips around any more than is necessary, but you're going to swallow every drop." 

I nodded. It's not hard to get my lips right up to my dick, but staying there takes some serious ab muscles. Vera continued to pound my aching holes. She should have added more lube a good 5 minutes ago...They're both so fucking big... 

Suddenly, it started to come. I got my mouth down to just the tip. Hal helped hold me in place, and my mouth was filled with my own spunk. Glob after glob after glob, in waves and ropes and spurts. I swallowed the first mouthful, but I knew I wasn't done. So salty today... I ached to go further down, to wrap my lips around more and bath it in saliva, but Vera's twisted grin made me think it wouldn't be worth disobeying. A second mouthful swallowed. Hal was whistling from behind me, holding the camera off to the side to get a good shot of me drinking down my own cum. Not quite a third full mouthful before I finished. Hal helped me lay back down, but Vera hadn't slowed a hair. 

"Hal, if you're ready, shove your dick down in there." 

"Wait, whuuummmmmmmmmmmm!!" Hal was ready, and without any hesitation, he straddled my head and shoved his cock down into my mouth. He didn't quite reach the back of my throat, but he was thick enough to give my mouth some trouble. His balls sat on my nose, and my own saliva dripped all over my face. After a few seconds of sitting all the way down, he started fucking my mouth. I don't have the angle to help him, so I just tried to keep my lips tight and my teeth clear. 

My dick had gone back to thumping against my stomach as Vera got a second wind. She wasn't moving quite as fast as she had before I came, but she was more than making up for it in power. Each time she plowed me, the whole table shook more than a little. They're both so fucking big... Christ! I had something in every hole I could take something in, and it was fucking amazing... 

Finally, after a few more minutes of that, Vera began to wind down. 

"What's wrong?" he said. 

"Nothing, I just finally orgasmed. It takes a lot longer with just these two vibrators, but they get the job done." She really seemed out of breath. I couldn't believe she had the stamina to keep going like that! It'd been almost 10 minutes! Thank god though. My ass was on fire, and my pussy just ached. Hal has moved so that he was hovering over me, and he was reverse cowgirling my face. 

"Should I keep going?" 

"Oh, by all means. Go until you cum." 

My legs dangled off the table, exhausted. My cock was draped over my leg, little bits of late cum sprayed all over my stomach. My hands clung to the edge of the table again, but they were tired too. My tongue was on fire, exhausted from use and sore from his balls. 

Hal fucked away from another few minutes. When he finally came, it was a small load. It didn't quite choke me to take, but I was so tired. Hal groaned and really bore down on my jaw. Once he was done, he finally got up. I laid there on the table for a few minutes, breathing deeply and easily for the first time in 20 minutes. Everything was on fire. Exquisite. 

Vera came over and knelt next to the table. 

"Hey, are you ok?" 

I nodded weakly. Smiled even more weakly. 

"I got a little carried away. I'm sorry." 

"It's alright," I croaked. My mouth was so dry... "I'm sorry too. Are you alright?" 

"Oh, I'm fine. C'mon," she said, lifting one of my arms. "Lets get you over to the bed. Hal, you're welcome to stay for a while, but we're done." 

She helped me off the table and onto my feet. Ooooo, man, she tore me apart. I hear the door close, and Hal was gone. 

"And that is how you break in a virgin," she said, laughing. We got to the bed, and Vera helped me under the covers. 

"We've gotta stop this fuckfighting thing..." I said as Vera turned on the TV. 

"Hey, you started it." 

"Lifetime movie of the week?" 

"Absolutely..."



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 04



Leah, the virgin whore. #12

"Is it on?" Leah was super cute. We'd picked her up at a bar in Norman, OK, and she'd been really excited to go back with us. When we told her we were gonna film it for something, she only hesitated for a second before asking if it would be ok if she wore a mask. I had no problem with that.

"Yup!" Vera said from behind the camera. "You've got all your paperwork signed, and I think we're set! Tell me what you were telling us just a minute ago."

"Awesome! Ok! So, I'm a virgin," She said demurely. The mask was like one of those masquerade ones, where it covered her eyes and nose, but it left her mouth and eyebrows clear. Both were indicating that there was more to the story. "At first, I insisted on doing it because I thought it was the right thing to do. I messed around, but I never broke my hymen. " She reached down and patted her groin. "Still intact. When I got to college, I expanded my messing around, but I kept it legit. Now, get this, in my World History class, I met a nice guy from Saudi Arabia. I flirted with him for a while, cus I thought he was cute, but it turns out he's a fucking prince." She squealed with glee!

"I'm literally sitting on a gold mine! He needs to marry a virgin. He loves me. He loves my parents. They love him! I love his parents. I even love him. It's a big huge love-in." Then there was a pause. "But...I'm still very young. I've gotta get some things out before I go under lock and key, you know?!"

"Oh, I know," I hear me say from off camera.

"So you've been just doing oral and anal then?" Vera asks.

"Yup. Anal is ok. I don't mind it, and guys love it. I don't know what it is, but guys get so one-track when there's a tight ass around..." She bites her lip for just a moment before continuing. "but what really gets me off is oral." As she's looking at the camera, you can almost see her drooling.

"We've found you a winner, J," Vera said chuckling. At that point, I came in from the bathroom. I'd been psyching myself up because we hadn't told her there is anything 'special' about this, or me. Leah looked a little confused. I'm still super nervous she'll freak out and run. I settle down on the end of the bed next to her, and she switches right into a more serious mode.

"I've never been on camera before," she says softly, just before she leans in and lays a kiss on me like I haven't had from a near-stranger in years! Our hands roam. Hers to my face. Mine to her elbow. Hers through my hair. Mine to her face. Hers to my tits. Mine to hers. Leah had little boobies, even smaller than Vera's, but they felt firm. God bless college girls.

I lean back after a long breath, and pull my shirt up over my head. Even before I can get my hands down, she's leaned in to kiss my tits. I unstrap the bra, and she's almost immediately pulled one whole nipple into her mouth. My eyes close, and I lean my head back just a fraction. She reaches down to unbutton her blouse, but her real attention never wavers. The feel of her tongue is wonderful. So warm and soft. If I pretend for just a moment, it feels like it's Vera, and thats a lovely thought. She finishes with her blouse, strips it off, and pulls her sports bra off.

"That bra was doing you no justice, girl," Vera chides from behind the camera. Leah looks directly at it for a moment with a devilish look. I was partially right. She WAS smaller than Vera, but not by as much as I had thought. Plus, she had puffy nipples. I couldn't stop staring. They were like little breasts on the ends of her breasts straining for extra length. For a moment in the camera, you can see me drooling.

"Are you gonna be joining us?" She asks as she leans in to lick at my tits again. I fall back just a bit, planting my hands behind me. She's doing a wonderful job of keeping eye contact with the camera while she waits for Vera to answer.

"We'll see how it goes. You might not even want me to," Vera says, barely suppressing a giggle. Leahs hands roam down my stomach and over the button of my jeans.

"Oh come on. Why wouldn't ...whoa...." And there it was. The look. We'd gotten it on film! "Oh my god, you didn't tell me you were a tranny!" She squeals excitedly. "You're not even my first! You have nothing to worry about!" She's leaned back a bit so as not to be on top of me, so I took the opportunity to stand up. Vera backs away, keeping us both in frame. I've almost got Leah behind me as I strip down. My cock is just barely in frame, hanging limp down into the middle of my thigh with her leaning and trying to peek around me. I take a deep breath, and...

"OH MY GOD!" She cried. "It's huge! Is that yours?! But your tits! They were so real!" She's talking so fast, it's hard to follow, but the relief thats washing over me now that she's not in hysterics is so large, I barely hear her. "Goddamn right you should be smiling! Holy Fuckin shit! You're a goddamn miracle!" She slips off the edge of the bed and kneels down before me. She slowly leans in closer, inspecting it. She holds the cock out straight in the palm of her hand.

I hadn't seen her face in this moment, but she turned to the camera and was quietly mouthing "oh my god, oh my god!" For another good minute, she just stared. She gently scooped up my balls, giving them a weighing and exhaling audibly.

Suddenly, she said "I think I can do this." She closed her eyes and opens wide. Before 5 seconds has gone by, I'm halfway in her mouth.

"Fuckin A" Vera whispered at the same time as I moaned "Fuckin shit!". One of Leah's hands had a strong, strong grip on me, using my cock as an anchor to rock herself forward and back. The camera jostled for a moment and then settled as Vera jogged off in the background. I hardly noticed that she'd set it on the tripod as a steady stream of "Oh fuck"s and "Oh shit"s pour from me.

"Oh this?" She said in a momentary pause, licking at my swollen head. "This is nothing." Vera appeared behind her, and ran her fingers through Leah's hair. She pulled it back into two pigtails. Leah smirked, and looked back over her shoulder at Vera, who was still right behind her. Never taking her hand off my cock, or even lessening her grip, she leaned back and locks lips with Vera. As the kiss got more intense, her grip tightened, and she started stroking me. I had both hands cupping my tits, thumbs working gently over my nipples. After a moment, Vera pulled away and settles back behind the camera. Leah's eyes followed her lustfully.

"You should lie down," she said, grinning, and it's not a suggestion. She practically dragged me there by my cock. Vera came around to the head of the bed. I rested my head on her thighs, and she set the camera just above my eyes. She had got a good shot going down my body.

My tits were pushed in, not quite against each other, but not sliding all the way out. I hadmy nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and I was working them back and forth . Leah settled in between my legs, and held my cock straight up.

"Deepthroating is a talent," she said, staring straight into the camera, " that some people just don't have You have to have no gag reflex, so not just anyone can learn." She slid down away from me, and pointed my cock down at her. Peeking between my tits, I saw her open her mouth and begin swallowing. 7 inches, 8 inches, 8 anda half! Vera pulls back the camera for a moment, and she catches me in full O face. The camera flashed back down, just in time to see Leah pull all the way back.

"You see," she says, as she turns her head to the side and lifts her chin, "You need to create a place for the cock to go." I love the way she says cock. "Espcially one this hard. It can't just ram against the back of your throat. You've gotta create a path. Just like a sword swallower." Death grip on my cock still intact, she settled in again and placed my head in her mouth. For a few moments, she just worked the first few inches in and out, but then with a devilish look to the camera she takes her hand off and starts swallowing.

"OH MY GOD," I cried out..

"Wow," was all Vera could manage. She was in flat out awe.

"I can feel her tongue on my balls! I CAN FEEL HER TONGUE ON MY BALLS!" I groan deeper than I thought my vocal chords capable of. My legs began to spasm a tiny bit. It felt like she had all of me in there for forever, but while watching it back later, I had the luxury of timing her. 15 seconds. Sweet jesus.

She pulled back slowly, and it looked like my dick was a foot long for how long it took to come all the way out. My fingers, just barely in frame, were working feverishly on my nipples, and I knew I was close to an orgasm. She palmed my sack, working her fingers around my balls like a breast.

"Now," she said with an even more devilish grin, "it doesn't hurt that I'm a swimmer..." Down she went, and this time she stayed there. All ten anda half stuffed in her mouth, and she just stared at me. I was huffing and puffing, but she just sat there curled up between my legs with it well and good down her throat. My back arched as a moan escapes, and I shot a load straight down into her stomach. Her eyes fluttered briefly before closing, and then she backed off.

"Don't worry, she recovers quick too," Vera said above me, but she's almost as breathless as I am. "How does that one rank for you?"

"Well, I don't ask for numbers so this is just a guess, but I'd say she's second in length and proooobably first in girth." 

Vera swung down the camera to me. My head was still resting on her lap.

"Mother of God, that was amazing. <pant><pant> And so unexpected." My eyes drift, unfocused.

"Right back atcha," Leah said with a laugh. "Now, lets see... How about I go here..." She laid down on her back. Then she sat up and made a tiny pillow from our shirts and shoved it under her neck. This time, when she laid back down, her face is pointing almost straight back.

"Ok," she said, sitting up and looking just beside the camera at Vera. "I need you to rub my clit. Nothing extravagant, but when you feel me start to cum, do it like this..." She started rubbing herself rapidly...no, it looked more like strumming a guitar. Just grazing the tip of her clit in a sweeping motion. 

"I can do that," Vera said, as she settled down on the bed next to her. 

"Ok," she said as she laid back down. "Why aren't you already fucking my mouth?"

"How do I turn that down," I said as I turn to the camera. Leah's upside down face was so unbelievably tempting as I got around in front of her. 

"Don't pull out in less than a minute, but no longer than two," she said, licking her lips. Two minutes?! I mouthed it to the camera incredulously. She nodded and took a deep, deep breath, and I started sliding it in. 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 anda half!! Vera was in flat out awe.

"Mother fucker," I say. Her mouth was tight all the way down. My balls were pressed against her nose. I pushed a little harder, and her jaw flexed just a hair more. Then I backed out to about halfway and drove it home again.

"Holyfuckingshit!!! Jaimie, do that again and watch her throat!!!" 

I look down, and as I back out and push in, I can see the faint outline of my cock stretching out her throat.

"Vera, we need to buy one of these!"

"I know, right?!" 

"Oh my god..." I placed my hands delicately on her jaw, fingers spreading out along the sides of her neck. From that angle, my hips were doing the thrusting, going from the halfway freckle to balls deep over and over and over. It was gentle, but continuous. As soon as I hit the limit, I pulled back. As soon as I saw the freckle slide out past her lips, I pushed in.

"Time," Vera shouted, and I pull out. Leah gasped, but she's not flush or blue from choking. "Fucking shit, that was 90 seconds."

"I can do better," she said, spitting a wad of precum into her hand, and then another. It was way too thick to just be saliva. She smeared it between her fingers and deposited it on her nipples. I had no words.

I waited for her to take another deep breath and nod before I pushed my dick back between her smiling lips. I went slow and steady all the way in again. Her tongue is writhing back and forth along the top of my cock, like a little garden snake. It's impossible to keep my eyes open when my balls hit her nose again. 

"Let me see those pearly whites," Vera said, bringing the camera in close. Leah's eyes were pinched shut, but she dutifully pulled back her lips and lightly clamped her teeth down at the VERY base of my cock. "That is fucking amazing." Vera slides the camera along the side of her head and neck, showcasing the length that my cock is filling (stretching) to damn-near capacity. 

When she pulls the camera back to show more of the action, I start fucking her throat again. This time, I thrust a little faster and a little harder. The feel of it is amazing. I'm absolutely flabbergasted by the fact that she can do this at all, and that it's MY COCK that's pushing this incredible specimen of woman to her limit. That thought is driving me wild. 

Each time I back up, and my cock pulls out of her throat, she makes this tiny whimpering sound, but it cuts off every time I squeeze back into it. I'm cutting off her air completely! Thats how tight my dick is in there!! 

I switch it up, going for a long withdrawal followed by a fast thrust. Every time I slam home, I feel her teeth on my abs and balls. Fucking hell...

"Time!" She made an elaborate show of swallowing my precum that time, but then she scooted backwards to lean against me, my dick resting on her shoulder. "120 seconds that time."

"Fuck! 135 is my record. I thought that was good for it." 

"You wanna try for it?" I said, looking down at her and brushing a stray hair from her face.

"Yeah," she said looking up at me. "Go slow like you were doing the first though. That feels amazing in my throat. I'll probably cum this time if you can keep that up."

"No promises. It's wild watching you work!"

"Get a room, " Vera boo'd. Leah stuck her tongue out at her as she settled back into place. "Ok, Jaimie. 2 minutes 16 seconds. Can you hold out?"

"Only one way to find out!" 

I looked down at her and gave her a meaningful nod, and she winked back at me. We both took a deep breath, and then I took the plunge. It was amazing to watch inch after inch get stuffed into her mouth. ..

"Fuuuuuuuucking hell," I said as I hit max depth the first time and immediately start back. I took a finger and laid it lightly on the front of her throat. It was so wild to feel my cock through her skin. I looked up at the camera and give it my very best O face. Vera was squirming behind the camera. I could see she wanted to be fingering herself, but that wasn't a tripod scene and she was already fingering Leah. Slooooowly back out. 

Her hands, which had been rubbing her own tits, suddenly reached up and start pawing at mine. After a few seconds of searching blindly, she found my nipples and tweaked them ever so gently. Slooooooowly back down into her throat. My nipples got hard under her delicate touch. I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock in her throat. I couldn't look away. 

Suddenly, she grabbed each of my nipples between her thumbs and the side of her index finger, pulled and twists. I cried out, and suddenly I felt it. Vera could see it all over my face.

"Minute 46, minute 47. Hold on, J. Almost there." It never occured to me to stop thrusting. "C'mon! Margaret Thatcher! JANET RENO!! 2 minutes!! 15 more seconds!!"

That little bitch was trying to make me cum right at the end! Well, it was fucking working!!

"2 oh 6!"

I started to feel that surge, and I hammered down one last time with a guttural cry. Her teeth were nowhere to be found, only warmth and a full throated hug. I cried out again as I watched my cock spasm through the skin, and a thunderous blast of cum shoots down her throat. 

"2 16! 2 17!! 2 minutes 18!!"

Leah finally let go of my nipples and tapped my thigh. I pulled out, and she coughed exactly once before grabbing Vera's stroking arm and holding it away. Her other hand flew down and doid that weird, super fast strum-rubbing over her pussy, and with a roar, starts SQUIRTING ACROSS THE ROOM!!

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Vera cried, camera zoomed to see the stream erupting from our little virgin. My eyes goggled as I took in the sight. She'd gotten half the room wet. Drenched.

When she finally fell back to the bed, she was exhausted and panting, I wa exhausted and panting, and Vera was as sexually frustrated as I've ever seen her. She wanted to cum sooo bad. 

"Can you teach me how to fucking do that?" Vera got off the bed and started examining the wet half of the room. "My god, it's everywhere..."

"Well," she said after a minute. I had really pushed her to her limit. "I can show you some of the tricks, but squirting is a lot like deepthroating. Some women just can't do it." 

"It might come in handy to know anyway," I say, "just in case we meet anyone else?" 

Vera nodded absently. She continued to survey the blast area for a few minutes while Leah composed herself. 

"Jaimie, are you gonna learn too?"

"Don't need to," I called out from the bathroom. "I already squirt."

Leah punctuated my sentence with a loud burp. "You sure do," she then said. All three of us had a good laugh at that. 

"Ok. First of all, down this," she said, tossing a bottle of water from her backpack to Vera. "Can't do it if you're dehydrated."

She had to set down the camera for a moment while she popped the cap off and chugged the bottle. Leah directed her over to the bed. She laid down on her back, and Leah knelt down next to her. I scooped up the camera and settled in at the edge of the bed. I might as well not have existed though.

"Next, we've gotta get you close..."

"Oh, I'm already pretty worked up!"

"Alrighty then! Ok, so most beginners wanna do something like this," she said, holding her hand flat out. Then she curled her middle and ring fingers in like a hook, not tight. "You're gonna do it like this for a few reasons. One, when you put these two, " she pointed to her middle and ring fingers, "up inside, you wanna kinda pull up, and they should be at or near your g-spot. That's crucial."

Then she pointed to the upper pad of her palm. "You wanna put those two fingers in, and when you pull up, this part will be kinda over the urethral opening. It's a very minor erogenous zone, but it helps to get it worked up too. Here..." She reached down and spread Vera's legs out. "I'd demonstrate on myself, but that'd be bad." She took her hooked hand and slid her middle two fingers up into Vera's pussy. Vera took a shuddering breath, her eyes heavy lidded. "Yeah, see? That's your g-spot." Leah pulled up on the top of Vera's pussy, and made this fast, side-to-side jerk from the wrist. Vera's whole middle section convulsed, and her legs started collapse inward.

"Ok. Couple things. When I do this," she says as she makes another quick jerk, "the base of my palm is on your clit. You can press harder or softer there as you need to, but pressure from your fingertips and the pads are doing most of the work. Also, did you see how when I started that, your whole body wanted to tighten up? That's a natural reaction, but if you don't keep your legs apart you'll stop yourself from being able to squirt. Some girls need their legs held apart so they don't squeeze shut."




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 04



Vera nodded, although I could see she was painfully close to an orgasm and all this talk is driving her mad.

"When you get close, and you're doing it right, it will feel like you have to pee. The natural reaction is to tighten up like you did. You can't do that. For me, it's all about relaxing right when I feel that, like I'm letting go. Some other things I've read say you want to 'push'. The real kicker is that any or all of that might not work for you. You might need a completely different combination of stimulations, but this seems to be the way most women start learning."

"Ok," Vera said breathlessly, and Leah finally became aware of how turned on she was. 

"Well then. With your permission?" 

Vera nodded enthusiastically and settled back on her elbows. I move around to the Vera's side, opposite Leah. It's all in her wrists and elbow when she starts. "Ooooo! Easier on the clit!"

Leah just noded. The next time she started up, her hand was moving like a little jackhammer, making the wettest, slushiest sound I've ever heard a pussy make. Vera throws her head back and cries out, but she's leaned forward again and slack jawed instantly.

"Relax, relax." 

Vera eyebrows are completely downturned. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was in real pain, but that was never a thing she cared for or allowed. She wouldn't be just laying there taking it. No, that was a glorious expression. She gave birth to a primordial groan that I felt in my loins.

"Do you feel it? Like you need to pee?"

Vera nods and tries to say yes, but it just comes out as "uuuuUuuuuuuUuuuuungh."

"Relax. It's not urine. You don't need to stop it." I saw her knees twitch, and I reached out a hand to steady the near one. Leah reached down with her free hand to do the same for the other. 

Vera's whine got louder and louder. Suddenly her eyes rolled up and she starts waaaaaiiiiiling!!! Her whole body started twitching and I had to fight to keep her knee from tucking in. Leah whipped her hand away, and it's the most incredible thing...

Vera ejaculated a stream like a small hose! The volume of it is incredible, not to mention the distance!! She looked like she was having a siezure!! Her toes were curled down, her arms stopped being able to support her, and she fell backwards. She sorta writhed around, and the whole time, Leah was just grinning and biting her lip.

"Now watch this..." she said. Just as Vera stopped convulsing, Leah slipped her hand back in her pussy and starts back up again. Vera's back arched up, and her knees start fighting to close again. Leah keeps that up for another 15 seconds, and when she stopped this time, Vera's pussy erupts again, this time in a wide spray that easily hits her feet and a little beyond. "If she really wanted to and she had the fluid in her to keep that up, she could just keep starting herself back up once she's at this point. I've seen amatuer porn where women squirt off and on for like 5 or 6 minutes."

"What about you?" 

"Well, it's really different for me. Giving oral sex is what gets me there. I can almost do it without any touching down there at all, but not quite. But no. I can't go on and on like that. I can extend an orgasm, but only for like 20 or 30 seconds."

"That is phenomenal. Truly. She can't say it just yet, but she's gonna be thanking you in a minute."

Vera had just been rolling on her side the whole time, and gave us a thumbs up when I mentioned it. I laid a hand on her hip, and she laid her hand on top of that.

"That was really fucking impressive baby!"

"I win," she said weakly. 

"Well you're certainly ready to go again," Leah said with a giggle. I had just barely noticed becoming fully erect when Vera was cumming. 

"Can we try anal?" oh god, please say yes. Please say yes.

"We... we can try, but that might be too much for me." Leah was really hesitant. I set the camera on the tripod as Leah rolled over onto her hands and knees. How did I miss how cute her ass is? I grabbed the bottle of lube as I excitedly leapt around the bed. Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

She kept looking back at my cock with concern, which of course only got me more aroused. Good god, my cock felt full to bursting with blood...

I got on my knees a little behind her and lubed up a finger. She peered worriedly over her shoulder as I started. Oh lord, it was tight. Pull out, add lube, two fingers. Index and middle finger, sliding in and out of her ass. I pushed them in deep and start wiggling them around. That drew a response in the form of a coo.

Pull out, lube up, three fingers. Fuck, it was tight. Her anus was crushing my fingers together. I remember thinking 'If I can pull this off, it's gonna be like fucking... fuck. I can't even think of a good analogy. Later, when I fuck tight things, they will be like this!'

I worked three fingers for a while, slowly stretching out from the cluster she crushed them into. I felt so... hungry... staring down at her ass. What the hell is happening...

Eventually I just couldn't take it any more. I squirted lube liberally up and down my cock, spent the least amount of effort possible smearing it on beyond the head, and then I was knocking on the door.

"Be gentle," she said, looking back at me. I nodded as my hands settle on her hips. It was Christmas... I just kept the head pressed against her for a moment, enjoying the view, enjoying the size discrepancy. I pushed a little, but her ass didn't budge. I started over and push a little harder and Leah whimpered, but I still got nowhere. I pushed just a little harder, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand POP!!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnggggggnnnnnnnn!!!" 

I'm panting. Her ass is soooooo tight. She just kept grunting, even though I wasn't pushing anymore. The view was... tremendous...

"I'm gonna go a little further," I said, and it wasn't a question. Even though she was still grunting through gritted teeth. My fingers pinched down, pressing into her soft, fleshy hips for traction, and I pushed an inch further, and then an inch further. 

She cried out now. "Stay there!! Stay there!!!" She reached one hand back behind her to wave awkwardly. I bit my lip, and I was seriously considering trying for another inch, but then-

"Jaimie!" Vera's voice snaps me out of it. "Behave!"

"Hoooooooly shit, I'm so sorry!" I delicately pulled my cock back out of her ass, but she was shaking her head at me.

"No, I should have known that wouldn't work. I got you all worked up, and then balked. It's totally ok."

Vera was giving me the stink eye. She somehow knew I wanted to go further, but then it disappeared. 

"I have something I want to try then," she said. Leah seemed all too eager. Vera laid down on the floor on her back, and beckoned her over. "When you get close, let me know," Vera said. Leah nodded and plants her pussy down on Vera's face. I could see where this was going. 

I let Vera work on her pussy for a while. It was mostly clit play, but Leah let herself relax and enjoy it. After a minute, I step up next to them. Leah greeted my cock like a long lost friend. I couldn't get it down her throat at that angle, so I just hit her throat. At first, I tried not to hit it too hard, but she was humming from what Vera was doing to her.

"mmmmmmmhurkmmmmmmmmmmmhurkmmmmmmmmmhurk." 

That drove me crazy. She had one hand tweaking one of her crazy little puffy nipples, and the other one was a fist in Vera's hair. 

"Hurkmmmmmmmmmmmmmhurkmmmmmmmmmmmhurkmmmmmmmmmmhurk"

Suddenly she pulled back and taps Vera on the head.

"Sit on my chest and cum on my face," she blurted out between gasps. Leah rolled back so her ass was planted just above Vera's tits, and stareds that crazy strum rub again. Leah's face pinched in, teeth gritted. In seconds, she was spraying Vera's face with a mist of girlcum and crying out so loudly the room surely couldn't have containted it. Vera had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide open to catch what she could. I was mesmerized, watching Vera's face from over Leah's shoulder. 

"It's... kind of sweet?"

"Your welcome," Leah said, smiling. She started rubbing herself, building up steam again. "hmmmmmmmm are you ready?"

"Yeah!"

With a cry of release, Leah unloaded another spray all over Vera's face. Vera whipped her head from side to side to clear it from her eyes, and she's all smiles when she saw Leah go back. 

"I think I can do one more good one." She sounded like a phone sex operator when she said it, probably because she was exactly as turned on as they all pretend to be! This time, Vera grabbed Leah's ass and pulled her a little closer. She took a little longer working herself up to this one, and right as she cried out and pulled her hand away, Vera craneds her neck as far forward as she can reach. Most of it went in her mouth, but her whole face was drenched. 

Leah fell away, exhausted, and I immediately crawled on top of Vera. She was only too eager to kiss me back. I scooped up her head, cradling it in a loving embrace while her tongue shared Leah's incredible treasure with me. My cock was still between us, underside pushed down between her pussy lips. I ground on her for a minute while we kissed, but getting it inside her was my first order of business once she pulled away. 

She reached down and grabbed her legs behind her knees. She was unbelievably wet, and the floor around her is a mess of various fluids. I don't need to use anything to squeeze my cock back home, and she cried out when I did. 

No matter how many other people we found for me to put my cock into, there's nothing like Vera's pussy. She's sooooo warm, and all those incredible muscles... ugh. She had the faintest trace of a smile underneath me. We stared as I pounded her over and over. Long, hard thrusts with a brief pause each time my balls slapped her ass. 

I came first. I bent almost 90° backwards, cramming my skin hammer inside her, and she slipped her hand down to abuse her clit. She squirmed and writhed on the floor, and the tighter she squeezed my dick, the more of my cum she pushed out on all sides. She didn't need long to finish herself. I had to fight to keep my cock in there though, as she was really squeezing, but it felt amazing while she did. There was no cursing, just full throated wailing, and by the time she finally settled back and took a breath, I needed to do the same. I didn't quite fall forward on her, but it was close. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I wished the angle permitted me to do more than just lay on her, but it didn't. One of her hands ran lightly through my hair...

"I love you," she whispered.

...

...

...

I pushed myself up just enough to be able to look down at her. She'd never said that before. "I love you too..." She smiled softly and tucked a few stray hairs back behind my ear. "I don't understand."

"Awwwww!" Leah said, sitting a few feet away. I'd completely forgotten she was still here. "She's saying she can be herself in front of you! Do you have any idea how rare that is?!" She started rapidly waving at her eyes, but it didn't stop a few tears from running down her cheek. I looked down, and Vera still had that light smile. 

"Leah, can you go...uh...take a shower for a little while?" I asked. "And turn off the camera while you're up..." 



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 05



Bits 

We shot 55 encounters over a six month period. That averages out to one about every three days, but that wasn't always the case. Once, we shot three different encounters in a 24 hour period, and once we went a week and a half without finding anything. However, in between those 55 encounters, Vera and I were having sex constantly just by ourselves, and we filmed a lot of it just for our own purposes. Vera's outrageous orgasms really translate well to the video medium. 

Sometimes, though, we just filmed ourselves doing bits and stunts. One time, she filmed me getting hired at a Hooters, which was true. I really applied for and earned a job at a Hooters in Decatur, IL, although I never actually worked a day. 

"C'mon Jaimie. It's a tight fitting shirt and short shorts. Why is this taking so long?" Vera said. 

"Hang on!" 

The door opened and Vera had the camera trained on my face. I came out and primped in front of the big mirror in our hotel room for a second. "Well?" I asked as I turned around. "How do I look?" 

"You look... uh..." 

I looked amazing. My tits were born for a Hooters shirt. But then she's pointing down, and I leaned forward a bit to look down and my cock is sticking out of the bottom of the leg of my short shorts. 

"Womp womp," I say to the camera, with a shrug. 

And that was it. Just weird, stupid little skits we had fun with. A lot of fun, especially when we were just spitballing ideas in the planning phases. We were less concerned that these skits would be something we could turn around and sell than we were with just enjoying ourselves. 

That's how I came to find myself standing over a treadmill one day with a medium sized cucumber shoved up my ass and my dick curled around inside my pussy sometime between encounters 28 and 29 

"So the bet is that you don't think I can make it a mile like this." 

"There's no fucking way. You'll start to get hard and tap out, and if your dick pops out, you lose. Either that or having your balls pushed to the side will start to hurt. Either way, if you stop, you lose." 

"And, for the camera, the loser..." 

"...does all house chores for a month when we get back. In the French Maid costume." 

We both had one. We'd bought them as gag gifts for each other back in college, and we'd each kept ours when we split up. Mine was woefully inadequate to cover or support either my boobs or my cock. Hers had no covering over her tits at all, and the frill at the waist did nothing to cover her ass. We had matching heels, hats, gloves, stockings, and hats. It was awesome. Best Valentines Day ever. 

Anyway, part and parcel with wearing them is that wearing means you're submissive. That was a rule Vera made up the first time I wore mine for no reason, and we'd kept it up for years. She'd even surprised me with hers once before we left for the road trip. Neither of us is an inherently submissive person, but it can be thrilling to assume that role from time to time. But a whole month? High stakes indeed... 

I've got on a yellow bikini and my bright orange and grey New Balances. My balls are pushed out to the sides of the bikini bottom, and my cock is tucked in between them. At first, Vera was gonna have them both be off to the same side. Then she was worried I'd get off balance and walk in a big circle, which she thought was HILARIOUS. 

She sets the treadmill at 3 mph, so I'm looking at 20 minutes. I can do this. I can do this. 

"Quit psyching yourself up and go already," she laughs. I stick my tongue out at her, reset the distance, and I'm off. "You're so not gonna make it." 

"Are you gonna stand there and jabber at me the whole time?" 

"Oh, you didn't think I would just let you try with no distractions, did you?" 

"What?! No!!" 

"Oh yeah. I might not need to, but we'll see." 

She might not after all. The cucumber feels really good. It's like eight or nine inches long, but eight or nine that can just keep being pushed in feels a lot bigger. The other big distraction is this bikini. It offers zero support for my boobs, just basic nipple coverage, and a quick pace like this means I'm gonna be heaving. She knows how much I love my tits... 

The whole thing is exactly my kind of devious, which is infuriating and awesome at the same time. I'm not too worried though. 1) I'm way more fiendish than she is, so me losing won't be awful. 2) I'm better at withholding and restraining myself. If I can just find a happy place to ride this out, I'm golden. 3) I'm way more fiendish than she is, so me winning will be dangerous for her. Focus on that and I'll be fine. 

"Point three miles, huh. How you feelin down there?" She smacks my ass, which sends a ripple through my whole body. 

"Keep it up," I say, grinning. "This is gonna bite you in the ass." 

"Haha, I doubt it!" 

I close my eyes and take a moment to calm down. I am starting to get a little hard. That's a slippery slope. Once I start getting hard, that's gonna set off my pussy, which will get me harder and so on and so forth, so I have to stop it before it really got going. After a while I hear Vera walk off, and I open my eyes to look around. She'd set the camera on the tripod... I hadn't considered that she would not be holding the camera the whole time. 

0.7 miles. 

Vera comes back out a minute later with her shorts and panties gone, just a shirt on. She grabs a chair and drags it right in front of me. Then she turns around and bends over, just like in the shower that first time... 

I don't see the dildo in her hand until she's about to stick it in her pussy. Fuck... 

She's really playing up the moaning. She's not half as vocal when it's my dick instead of that dildo, and my dick is twice as long and half again thicker. "OOOOOOooooooooh." I just close my eyes and try to calm down. It's having some effect, for sure, but it isn't nearly enough to worry me. 

"Oops!" 

Of course, when your significant other says oops, the first thing you do is start paying attention. Vera's taken the dildo from her pussy and put it in her ass... 

"Not fair!" I shout 

I still hadn't fucked her ass. She'd been insistent on it, especially since I'd tried with Leah. I'd been pining for it too. But I never pushed. I was being respectful, and I hadn't brought it up since before we'd left for the road trip. 

"It was an accident," she says, looking faux-frightened, but that doesn't stop her from working that lucky little piece of pink plastic in and out of her beautiful ass. One hand reaches around from the side to pull that finely tuned piece of muscle to the side, giving me an even better view. Vera's ass is just so round... not fleshy like mine, just sculpted. Damnit... 

0.8 miles 

Now her moaning is genuine, if a bit less intense. Everything sounds more intense when you fake it. This, this is a believable level of vocal enjoyment of self love. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Even when I close my eyes, it's still working. My cock is starting to reach an uncomfortable level of rigidity... 

I close my eyes and start humming the first thing that pops into my head. Tenacious D's Fuck Her Gently. I'd really come to enjoy Tenacious D since getting my dick. I don't know if it's anything to do with the hormones, or that I can relate better now that I- 

Suddenly, the treadmill shakes underneath me. I'm jarred out of my inner monologue, especially when I realize that Vera has jumped onto it and is straddling the track behind me. There's a tugging on the strings of my bikini top. My eyes go a little wide when I look down just in time to see it go slack, fall off, hit the track, and get thrown back behind me. 

I shake my head and start trying a deep breathing exercise from a Yoga class I took once, but then Vera reaches around from behind me. Her hands scoop up my tits, pushing them up and together. My nipples start getting hard, being rubbed between two fingers on each hand, and a moan escapes my lips before I can lock it down. 

0.9 miles 

"Alright. You asked for it..." Vera swings off the treadmill, comes around in front of me, and leans in underneath the bar I've been gripping. Oh no... 

I'm pretty hard. My cock is really starting to ache from the angle, but when she wraps her lips around my nipple, it's all over. I make it maybe to 0.92 before I yank the string on the side of my bikini and pull it out. 

"Victory is miiiiiiiiiiiine!!" 

I stood there, massaging my poor cock and straddling the treadmill for a good minute while Vera took a literal victory lap around the treadmill. I was sooooo mad... 

That's where our fuckfighting began. By the time we got home, it was tied at 4, but that afternoon was Vera 1 Jaimie 0. 

I didn't tie things up until a week later. Encounter 31 was a full-on lesbian we'd met. We spent the entire time in a triangle on the floor giving each other oral. It was ok at the time, but not terribly exciting to watch and certainly not great footage even though we tried passing the camera around to get close ups. The encounter with Leah was basically the Gold standard by which all other scenes were measured, and 31 was lacking. I put my plan into action late that night. 

The camera screen is black for a few seconds until I turn on the night vision. Suddenly you can see that I was right in front of it. I'm standing in the bathroom of our RV. A wet sound offscreen starts to get louder, and I turn the camera down to show me spreading lube up and down my wonderful cock. 

"Won't be time to do this once I get out there," I explain into the camera with a smirk. I keep the camera facing me as I open the door and walk out, but then it spins around and rattles for a second while I mount it on the tripod. 

Vera is laying face down on the bed, nude as usual. The sheets are thrown back, so the camera has a great shot of the bump of her ass. I come around to the far side of the bed and climb up behind her. My cock is fully erect, sticking straight out and bobbing with every movement. Carefully, slowly, I crawl over her and settle on my knees, which straddle hers. She fidgets a little, but doesn't really move. I've only got one shot at this... 

I smirk at the camera one last time. One hand reaches down to lay gently on one of her ass cheeks. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull the left one to the side. Her ass is so well muscled, I couldn't do this without spreading them first. I only need them a little bit separated... 

After about a minute, I've got her opened up enough, so I flip off the cap of the lube bottle with my thumb. I only get one good squirt in there before she starts to wake up. This is it... 

"Nnnnnnngh... whaatareyou..." She starts to turn to roll over, and I pounce. I throw the lube bottle down, and both hands come down on her shoulders. I hop up a little and slide my shins in over the back of her knees. "What the...Jaimie, what are you doing?" 

"Getting you back," I say, and I start wiggling my hips to get my dick between her asscheeks. 

"Jaimie?! Wait!!" 

"Oh no," I say, leaning in to whisper. "You thought it was so funny to pin me there on that treadmill, and to tease me with your ass..." 

"Nnnnnnn... nnnnnnnnnn," she says, straining to push up. 

"Thats what I thought. You want to say no, but you can't. You're the one who keeps bringing up that I can't fuck your ass, not I. Methinks the lady doth protest too much..." 

Vera's wriggling beneath me starts to slow down, so I move my legs off to the side. It was a terrible angle anyway. She doesn't try to kick herself free. I know that if she really wanted to, Vera could EASILY overpower me. In addition to that, we have a safe word. Snapdragon. Vera says it's the prettiest word in the english language. 

This time, when I whisper, it's so quiet I can barely hear it myself. 

"You might want to bite down..." 

She's staring back at me out of the corner of her widened eye. She's vulnerable... it's such a turn on knowing she could get loose and isn't. No one can make Vera be vulnerable. She would go down kicking and screaming if she was forced into something. No, she has to do it herself, which is the real kicker. I'd been wrestling with doing this all week. I knew almost as soon as I got off the treadmill that this should be my counterstroke, but it was a bold move to be sure. Now, here I am. My cock is throbbing, and the head is drenched in enough lube to fit a square peg in a round hole. This was what I had wanted the most since the first time in my shower. Still, I hesitated... 

But then, peering over her shoulder at me, eyes wide with fear, Vera nodded ever so slightly. The dam burst. 

I took one hand off her shoulder to steady my wonderful cock, and just tried to support my weight on it. I didn't need to push, I just needed to not hold myself upright by my arms and legs. The head popped inside almost instantly. Vera squeezed her eyes shut and cried out louder than I thought she was capable of. 

"Ohhh, it's so tight. Good Fucking God." 

Nothing Vera said was a word. After a good 15 seconds of moaning, she buried her face in the pillow. I chance a couple more inches, and then a couple more. Her breathing is a labored grunting exhalation, and a wheezing inhalation. I take my other hand off her shoulder and plant both of them in the bed beside her. Her right hand shoots out to grasp mine. Her fingers wrap around my palm and squeeze. 

I sit back so the my ass is resting on her thighs. I love that my cock is long enough that I can sit back a bit and still fuck her. In a moonbeam, I can just make out that the freckle is still an inch away from her ass, but this is more than enough to start with. I start by just rocking at the hips. Her fingers squeeze down with every thrust, let off with every withdrawal. She's still moaning like a banshee into the pillow, but she's dropped about three octaves. Her other hand has disappeared underneath herself. Every time the head gets close to pulling out, it stretches the edges of her asshole. I can't see it in the dark, but the feel of it is amazing, like her ass is begging me. No, don't leave yet. Come back. So I do. Over and over. 

Vera cums like a ton of bricks, and really quickly. Her hand crushes mine, and I cry out a little too. She tries to curl her legs up beneath her stomach, but only really ends up lifting us both an inch or two off the bed. I'm not even close to an orgasm yet!! 

I slow to a stop. She returns to earth about a minute later. My erection hasn't gone anywhere... if anything it's even harder. I knew Vera really liked anal play, but we'd never gone much past a good tongue bath and maybe a few fingers. This... This was something new. That orgasm was different. She's still just panting underneath me. Sometimes, when I take a deep breath, my cock pushes just a little bit extra on her, and she starts shivering. 

It takes a long time for me to realize that it's wet under my knees. 

"Oh my god, Vera, did you squirt again?!" I'm not sure she heard me. She's still whimper-panting after her orgasm. I reach a hand down under her thigh and...Yup. Totally soaked. I give my hand a quick sniff, and it's not pee. "Sweetie? Are you ok?" 

"Please get off me..." 

I slowly pull out and sit back down next to her. She lumbers up on all fours and looks down at herself, although it's really too dark to see anything. She runs a hand over her abs and legs and curses. 

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." 

"Hey c'mon, it's not that bad..." 

"Look what I fucking did!" 

"Vera, it's ok!" 

"It's not o-fucking-kay! We sleep here! God damnit!" She starts to get up, but I put a hand on her shoulder and that stops her just after she crawled off the dark spot in our light colored sheets. I can just barely make out the scowl on her face start to dissipate as I reach my hand down to the wet spot, and then put my fingers in my mouth. 

"It's ok." 

She just sits back then, breathing deep and staring at me. I run my hand over the wet spot again. Most of it has seeped down into the bed. There's not really any more puddling to scoop up, but I would if I could find it. 

"We can replace the sheets in the morning." 

Her eyes go down to the wet spot, and she just stares. 

"That was fucking incredible," she says. 

"The combination? Anal and squirting?" 

"Hell, I just meant the anal itself. The squirting was almost more of a distraction." Man, I will never get over how cool this girl is. She's moved on. "I mean, I've had anal before, but only with smaller guys." Hearing that makes me glow. I only know of one guy she's been with who was as big as me. Vera thinks he might be bigger, but she'd have to get us side by side to be sure. That means I broke new ground for her. I had guessed that was gonna be her first time with a big one, but knowing was much more satisfying. Suddenly, she reaches around behind herself. "You didn't cum?" 

"No, I was just getting warmed up!" 

"I came that fast? It felt like forever..." 

"Nope. Just a few minutes." 

She sits still in the dark for a minute. I can really only make out her silhouette against the window. Her shoulders are still rising and falling pretty hard. Damn, that must have been a game-changing orgasm for her to still be recovering. She scoots around the spot in the sheets and sits back down next to my legs. Then she takes my cock in both of her hands, and starts stroking it up and down very, very slowly. 

"I don't think I ever noticed how it gets thicker down here at the bottom. Feels kinda like a bat. Fat at one end, thinner at the other, but with a nub at the end..." I nod my head. I'd never thought about comparing my dick to a baseball bat, but the simile is flattering. "How far in did you get it?" 

I reach down and grab her hands, and slide them up along the shaft until the lower tips of her fingers are right at about the halfway point. 

"Fuck, that's all you put in there? It felt like way more... Fuck! And I had this much farther to go? Fuck!!" She says as she kept one hand in place and with the other explores the parts of my cock that had not yet seen the inside of her most glorious hole. "No. No, we're going again." 

"I should certainly hope so," I say. "I didn't cum yet!" 

"Oh, who cares about that," she says, though I can hear the smirk in her voice. She reaches over and grabs the lube bottle from the edge of the bed, and puts a dollop on her fingers before passing it to me. I pour a helping down on the tip of the still erect head and let it run down the sides while she reaches back to get ready. "Lie back." 

With a grin, I roll back onto my elbows and kicked my feet out. Vera climbs on top of me, keeping one hand on the tip of my dick so as not to lose it in the dark. She squats, and in my mind, I picture myself with David that first time, scaling his giant cock. In the dark, I couldn't see much, but I certainly felt it when she finally started to lower herself onto my cock. 

"Nnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnngh," and the head is in. She starts doin' some kind of pregnancy breathing, quick bursts of inhalation and exhalation, followed by a few seconds of slower breathing through gritted teeth. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck fuck. Why did you have to nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn get the upgraded model?" 

"It's, ooo christ, it's tearing you apart and you love it." 

"I know. Mmmmmmmmm... MMMMMMMMM Fuck, I know." 

"Don't fight it. Fuck, don't fight it." 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Vera's ass consumes my cock. Inch after vice-like inch is slowly filled as she settles further and further. After about a 15 second cry, she hits about the 8 inch mark and changes direction for the first time. Up to about 2 inches, down to about 8. Up. Down. This time, when she goes down, she just sits there. I can barely see in the dark, and much more clearly hear, that she put a hand down into her pussy. Judging by the sound, she's... Oh man. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 05



I prop myself up a little better on my elbows and listen. Vera's hand is going about a million miles a minute. I can't believe that anal gets her off this strongly... Then again, she didn't hardly orgasm earlier with the lesbian. Neither did I, for that matter. No wonder we're both so worked up. 

Vera's vocal build up this time is far more noticeable. Over about 20 seconds, she goes from a tiny whimper to a thin cry to a mild yell, and finally, as I feel my stomach and tits get drenched, a scream. It's quite a stream, and the spray coming off my stomach splatters my face in a fine mist. 

"No no, don't move yet," she says when I start to wriggle underneath her. "One more." Her hand slides back inside her pussy, and she's right back at the thin cry within seconds. The fact that this is all happening mostly in the dark really gives me the opportunity to appreciate the quality of her voice. It's got such a great husky tone to it, and when she cums again, I just close my eyes and listen. The squeaking of the bed, the sheets as they get pelted by droplets, the splattering of her cum all over my stomach, chest, and neck, and on top of all that, her bawling release. 

She's pretty still for a minute. My cock is in agony for having started this and still not yet finishing. The head feels so full inside her, so restricted, that I wonder if her asshole won't act like a giant fleshy cockring, preventing me from filling her with cum like I've been dreaming about for months now... Finally, she starts moving again. When she goes down again the next time, she repositions onto her knees. It takes a few moments, and it gets a little dicey that I'll stay inside her the whole time, but once she's down and settled, she starts going faster. She doesn't have the angle to touch herself from here, so she plants her hands into the bed beside me. She's still not quite all the way down, but it's so tight. Sooooo tight. 

Just like our first time together I start to hear her make sounds, but it takes a while for it to materialize into fuck after fuck after fuck. I start pushing up each time she comes down, hammering at her asshole to get those last couple inches inside her. The grunting from our combined efforts intertwines, me from the struggle on the upbeat, her from the pain and pleasure on the downbeat. 9 inches...almost there. I can feel the backs of her thighs starting to press harder and harder on my hips as she gets closer. 

"Oh god, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming," I shout, and Vera changes from a fast, short thrust to a longer, harder thrust, struggling to pack that last little bit of it inside her. As my cries become more and more strangled, Vera rears up for one final push before throwing her whole body down as hard as she can. Her ass squeezes down on my thighs, and my whole body bellows. 

"I did it!" She cries, voice wavering from another small orgasm on her part. "I did it!" 

"Yeah... you did, baby," I pant. 

"People's champ!"



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 06



Ron the giant, #36

At this point, Vera was filming me almost everywhere, and when she wasn't, she had the camera close by. Every moment seemed full of the possibility of great sex somewhere new with someone unexpected. 

We stopped in Arizona to catch a movie. I don't even remember what it was, but I know it had Clive Owen in it. Clive does it for me, you know? Vera is on the fence. She says she likes his acting more than his looks, but I think she's just unwilling to admit to carrying a crush on the same guy I do. It was an opening weekend release so we saw it in one of the big theaters, and when the movie let out, the bathrooms were predictably packed. Vera and I stood in the line outside the womens room for a few minutes.

"Yeah, the ending wasn't what I was expecting. I didn't think he was going to die like that.....like...that. That. J, There!" She frantically pointed behind us to the mens room, where men were coming and going without any hinderance. I blinked in confusion for a moment, before turning back as the light switch was going on in my head. I smiled at her, and she already had the camera out and trained on me. Grin in place, we headed for greener pastures with shorter lines.

As we were approaching, guys gave us confused looks, but one glance past us at the line at the womens room was more than enough to let any transgression slide without comment. I went in first with Vera drafting me, camera discreetly inside her jacket and pointed at my back. I paused to wash my hands first, and she swept into an open stall. I watched in the mirror as the camera slowly lifted up over the stall wall, and found it hard to cover my snickering. There is nothing funny in a mens bathroom.

Hands dried, I went over to one of the urinals. I lifted up the front of my skirt, withdrew, and began relieving myself. The man on my left coughed discreetly.

"Hey, have you ever tried to stand up from a squat in heels?" That came out with a hint more venom than I had intended, and the man was done, flushed and out the door in a flash. My eyes followed him as he scurried out the door, and I glanced behind me to see that Vera had tracked the him too and was now panning back to me. I giggled. That was all we were really hoping for here; a bit. Just a few seconds of comedy to throw between the heavier scenes. Thats all we thought we would find.

Fully invested in the bit, I decided to try breaking another of the supposed Mens Room Rules by peeking. I waited patiently, and eventually a young black guy came up next to me. I waited for the sound and began to lean to peek over the little divider between us. It only took seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I shifted my weight all to one leg and got an eyeful of one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen. Bigger than mine. Maybe the biggest.

I whistled softly at nearly the same time he said "Oh!". Shocked, my eyes flicked up to see that he was doing the same thing to me. Neither of us knew what to do with the revelation that we were both peeking, and we stood there for a long moment. Not breaking the glance, He zipped up and turned towards me. I was less practiced at handling my self without looking, and had to look down to tuck it all back in.

"That's not nothing you've got down there" he said before I'd finished. I half laughed/half gasped. My plan for humor was backfiring. But then I realized the camera was still rolling and he hadn't been freaked out or dissuaded by what he saw. In fact, he was... impressed?

"Thanks..." I said, straightening out my skirt. "Right back 'atcha." Vera was coming out of the stall, camera nowhere to be seen.

"Hi!" She interjected in her bright, abrupt manner. "I'm V, and this is J." He nodded, a little overwhelmed that there were now two of us, but still not running. "Would you like to join us for a drink?"

***

"I might have guessed bi" I said, speech somewhat slurred by from the shots. "It's not like I have a flashing light that says 'Look here' "

"Well no, You're a woman peeing upright. Even without a dick, that'd be impressive!"

"Sometimes, she has no idea what she's capable of," Vera said, snickering.

"You say that like I might suddenly axe murder you!" I feigned a deep insult.

"No, no. What I'm saying is, You are...You defy description, J." She was pointing at me with her glass, sloshing a tiny bit of whiskey at me.

***

The camera work on this one was all tripod. It's not our best work, but it was some of our most passionate. I'm naked as soon as the camera flips on, and Ron is squatting on the edge of the bed taking me in with his eyes. He's naked too, and his huge dick is just hanging there. He's definitely got me beat in length and girth. With a slight stagger to my step that betrays my lack sobriety, I stalked towards him. In heels like I was, and bent over like he was, he's right in line with my groin. As I got closer, his hand reached out and grabbed me. There were no words. There were plenty of words when we were drunk at the bar. Lots of boasts. Plenty of coy seduction. Lots of teasing. Now, we were just in it.

I took a wide stance. His legs were fully spread to the sides. At first, he was just licking. His hands worked up and down the shaft while his tongue bathed my swollen red head. From behind me, Vera got down on all fours, crawled between my legs and his, and started going down on him. I could hardly see her, but I could hear her moaning. She's fingering herself, I know it. That deep, slow moan she makes is only released by her own touch and years of practice.

I reached out, planted my hand in his short, stubbly hair and pulled him forward. His lips parted and two inches disappeared into his mouth. It was so tight. I could feel his teeth dragging slightly, the pain of it causing me to take a sharp breath. He pulled back, and when he came in again his jaw was opened wider. The next time he got 4 inches inside before I felt the sweet pain of his teeth. Back off, and then down again, just barely passing the freckle on my cock I mentally marked as half way. My hand became a fist in his hair, guiding him in, and then back. He stopped holding my dick, and his hands went down to Vera's head. I watched his arms pump in and out and Vera's tone changed. Now, it wasn't very often that I dominated Vera, but whenever that happened, her voice took on this softer, petite sound. I could hear her down below me now, almost whimpering.

I began to get really excited. This was the first guy I'd ever really taken control with that was into it. My fists held his head steady, and I began thrusting at him. God, it was glorious! He kept as still a mouse while my cock slipped in and out of his mouth. His lips and tongue stayed tight, closing slightly as I pulled back, and widening as I went in. His eyes slowly closed, losing himself in the submissive roll. I saw his arms go slack, and Vera took back over below.

At first, I was careful about thrusting. Never farther than the freckle, but after a couple minutes, I began to get greedy. The freckle stayed in his mouth longer, went further past. I hit his gag reflex and he shuddered violently, but I kept my hand tight in his hair. I didn't want to push it, but I toed that line. Once I became comfortable with the length he could take, I began to go in and stay. The look on my face was getting increasingly darker. I was sneering at him!

I slowed way down coming out, and then went back in excruciatingly slow. When I felt the wetness of his lips hit the dry spot that was as his limit, I stopped and held him there. Fucking A, I just kept holding him there. Slowly, his eyes opened and looked up at me. He began making gagging sounds, trying desperately to suck air around my dick as it filled his mouth to it's limit.

"Do you want it?" I whispered. My sneer had slipped from my lips into an open state of bliss. He nodded as much as his could, still pinned in place by my fist and my cock. My other hand came forward to grab his hair, and I began thrusting again. Slowly, and still staying closer to the edge of what he could take. It wasn't more than another 30 seconds before I blew a load right down his throat. His eyes pinched shut, swallowing and gagging slightly. The swallowing brought his teeth down on my cock again, and my fists tightened in his hair. Slowly, my fingers released and I staggered back. As I backed out of the frame, Vera popped up from between his legs and went straight for his mouth. Their kiss was long and deep. Her hands caressed where mine had held. She came up against him fully and his arms reached behind her, holding her close in their embrace. Suddenly, he leaned back and brought her back with him.

As soon as he was flat, she wriggled up on all fours above him, and guided herself onto his cock. Her face pinched in ecstasy as his massive cock spread her pussy. With a yelp, she lowered herself past his head. A short cry came with each inch she lowered herself.

In the background, I walked past them, eyes exploring the room like I'd been blind since birth. That was what I'd been searching for. That control. That self assurance that came with being more than someone else could handle. I was a stud, and it was dawning on my face behind them. I love watching myself walk around mostly flaccid, my dick swinging pendulously as I turn back and forth, balls bobbing with each step.

Vera had lowered herself all the way down. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and tears were just barely visible from the edges. That man was huge. She squatted there, allowing the muscles to stretch around him, for a short while. Ron was still catching his breath from the righteous fucking I'd just given his face. He periodically worked his jaw around, as if being able to get his teeth to come all the way together again was going to require therapy.

Vera slowly began to rise and fall. She started off completely upright, and soon leaned forward. The angle was wrong, but once she was bent over, she could raise and lower herself much easier. In a rare occurrence, I walked over and grabbed the camera for a close up.

"Look at that!" I exclaimed. "He is destroying you, V!" 

Her reply came through gritted teeth."I'm pretty sure it was you that destroyed me, J. He's just blue on black" The last was added after a long pause and a deep, bracing breath. I kept the camera close as she rocked forward, forward, and still further forward until tips of the mushroom began to push her pussy lips out, and she came back down again ever so slowly. Just watching her be spread so incredibly was getting me hard again. I put my fore, middle, and ring fingers in my mouth to get them wet and reached from behind the camera to press them on her puckered ass. I held them in place as she rocked back on his dick, fingers sliding in to the last knuckle. My arm followed her as she rode up and down, setting a slow but steady pace.

"Work the top half" I said, as I backed my fingers out of her and set the camera back where it was. With his incredible length, Her staying on the top half meant I had room to settle down between his legs and work on him a little. Vera was so wet that his dick looked like glass. I ran my fingers along the base, scooped up some cream and slowly lifted his balls. They were massive to match. I got my hand between the balls and his groin, gripping and squeezing them out three finger widths against the bottom of his sack. He groaned, but it muffled and died as I inhaled them. My tongue worked back and forth over his stubbly sack. I gave them a gentle, playful bite, returning the favor, and his whole body squirmed. I let off, slowly rolling them with my tongue. My other hand, now soaked with Vera's drippings, slipped between his cheeks. I had only just pressed my fore and middle finger against his sphincter when I felt his balls clench in my mouth, and everything slowed down. Cum started leaking out of Vera's pussy.

"I've gotta get some of that" I said as I pulled his balls out of my mouth. Vera leaned forward and panted. I pulled back on his cock, and it slipped out of her with a sharp sucking sound. Although I was ravenous for the potent mixture of sweat, cum and pussy juice, I couldn't tear my eyes away from Vera's still gaping hole. It was like a dark cave, secrets and mysteries still hidden in it's depths. I licked up and down, cleaning his cock with a vengeance.

Vera crawled off of Ron and collapsed on her back. She hadn't orgasmed, but ecstasy was certainly painted on her face. I got up on my knees, displaying my fully erect cock. Ron looked at it almost fearfully, and with just a hint of hesitation, rolled over onto all fours. He was bigger, and had certainly put others in more discomfort than I was about to put him in, but I guessed (correctly, I found out later) that he'd never been with anyone as large as either me or himself. He braced himself against the head of the bed as I settled in behind him. I pressed up close, my thighs against his and my cock pressed into the crack of his cheeks. This was going to require lube. Vera waddled over to her purse just past the end of the bed and tossed the bottle of KY to me while I rocked back and forth. Letting my cock slide up and down over his ass. He trembled ever so slightly.

I let the lube drip liberally into the crack of his ass, and worked it slowly with my fingers. Soon I put one finger in, followed with two, and then three. Three fingers worked in and out of his ass, spreading the lube among other things. I pulled my fingers out, and dripped more of the lube on my hands. I looked down at him while working the lube over my cock. This was it! I was finally gonna get to fuck a guy! My heart was pounding as I made unnecessarily sure that every square inch of my cock was thickly coated. I set my hands on his ass cheeks, thumbs pulling outward, and pressed the tip against his ass. His head reared back and a deep breath he'd been holding shot out of him as I popped my head inside. He was so warm. And tight. God, he was so tight. I almost wondered if he'd ever received from a guy, or if he'd only ever been the giver.

"Is that ok?" I asked. His response was a slow but certain nod. I pressed on. Slower than Vera had. I was popping his cherry in grand fashion, and it was not a thing to be sullied with hard sex. Not yet anyway. It was very different from fucking I'd just given him. This was tender. I worked the first three inches of my cock inside him, never stopping. It was a slow but constant push-pull. In my mind, my cock was massaging the inside of his ass. I leaned my head back, lost in the moment. Never stopping. Push-pull. I chanced another inch. He was breathing through gritted teeth, but the sound was not one of pain or displeasure, but release. Bittersweet.

Vera had recovered enough that she slid underneath him and began sucking him off again. This was more of a hand job with the head in her mouth, but Ron moaned deeply just the same. I could see Vera fingering herself with her free hand, and I lost myself in the rhythm of her sounds. Never stopping. Push-pull. 6 inches now. 6 inches in, nearly 6 inches back out. Never stopping. Push-pull. My hands slid around from his cheeks to his hips. He was anchored to the bed, and I used the leverage to pull myself in deeper.

Ron's moans were a constant, formless sound. 7 inches. I felt our balls slap together harmlessly, and I could no longer restrain myself. I pushed another half inch, and then another half inch, and then my thighs were against him. Never stopping. Push-pull. All the way in, all the way out. Watching my cock completely disappear into his ass was driving me wild. 

I started going faster. Faster. Faster. Hoooly shit I'm finally fucking a guy. Take this, mankind!!! My balls kept thumping against his, and although my dick is too tight to for our thighs to slap, it's not for lack of trying. 

Ron was now wailing, and Vera's fingers worked furiously. I felt him spasm and squeeze my dick, and beneath him, Vera began to make strangled whimpers. Faster. Faster. I was possessed!! 

As I finally climaxed, I pulled myself in as deep as I could go. I doubled over him, hovering above his back with my cock still throbbing, still pulsing inside him as cum spat out in sticky gobs. My tits hung down and settled on his lower back.

Vera was vibrating beneath him, legs pulled back, and with a howl she squirted. She was practically shouting around his cock as a constant stream of clear fluid shot out of her and landed all over the wall, phone, and night stand that had been in the path. The slow disentanglement of our bodies showed that we had each cried a little. At least at the end. It was a long time before anyone said anything at all.

"It's kind of not fair" Vera said. I don't know about Ron, but in my mind I thought she was talking about our cocks.

"What isn't, sweetie?" I asked.

"You each came twice." She sounded exhausted even saying it, but she had that tone of finality that said we were gonna have to fuck her to make her happy.

"I don't know," I started sheepishly, and faster than I thought her capable of, she rolled on top of me and pinned me.

"Oh no. There is no discussion. You fucked his brains out today. Look at him! The man is barely coherent!"

"Hey!" Ron objected halfheartedly.

"You're not getting off that easily either. You're both gonna make this happen, got it?" She gave him a level stare until he nodded, and then she turned it on me. She sat up, a self-satisfied smile creeping over her lips. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock from where it had been laying down between my legs, and laid it flat on my stomach. Now full-out grinning, she began grinding up and down my cock, dragging her clit up and down the shaft. I felt my cock filling back out again underneath her, the thought of her hot pussy whipping me back into fighting shape. I saw Ron stirring next to us, watching my cock, but Vera held up a finger to him.

"I've got two holes. They're both getting a cock, but you are NOT going in my ass!" She took my hand and led me to the edge of the bed where she pushed me and tugged me until I was laying with my legs hanging off. She walked around in front of me and lubed me up again. Her face was all business. She twisted at the waist to reach around to her own ass, lubing with clinical precision. I had a sloppy grin on as I leaned back on my elbows, cock fully erect and pointing straight up. She turned around, bent over, and reach down between her legs to grab at me.

I started to get really, really hard/excited. I'd only ever had her ass once, and I was really looking forward to going back there. I couldn't watch as she backed up onto me, instead closing my eyes and leaning my head all the way back to face the ceiling as she pushed/sat down over the head.

"Fuck, don't cum yet, don't cum yet, don't cum yet....."she pleaded, mostly with herself, but I knew I probably wasn't far from a third . "Fuck,fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Maybe a full minute later, I feel her cheeks press on my thighs, and her weight settles on me as she rocks back. "fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! FUCK!" I give a little thrust/ bounce as she's drawing her feet up onto my knees and spreading, and she takes a sharp breath. I lean back all the way, and Vera settles back just a bit. Her hands seek out mine, and our fingers lock. "Ok."

Ron came up jerking himself, and his eyes were fixed on the point where my cock disappeared. "I love the way your balls are just laying on the bed," He says softly.

"Focus!" Vera snapped, and Ron straightened out. "I want 22 inches of dick and I want it right the fuck now!" Ron hurried forward. Vera was dripping all over me, and my balls were soaked. He doesn't stop for lube. Vera's fingers, laced with mine, grip so hard I thought she'd broken at least one as she let out a cry I've never heard before.




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 06



There wasn't much room for me to thrust with her perched on top of me like she was. I was just an over glorified butt plug, but it's not a role I disliked in the least. Veras fingers crush and release, crush and release, on mine in time with the way her weight shifts. I could even feel Ron's massive cock rub up against mine inside her, a fact which makes me pant like a dog when realized. He's panting worse than me though. 

Vera's gutteral cries were inhuman. I wasn't quite rock hard when she climbed on top of me, but I've certainly grown the rest of the way inside her. Despite all that though, I could hear and feel Ron flagging. 

"Come on, Ron," I shouted as I throw my head back. "Pound her. Pound her little fucking pussy. She'll never be the same..."

"Fuck you," Vera cried.

"Fuck the shit out of her, Ron. Tear her pussy apart, and I promise I'll do the same to your ass!"

Neither of them responded, but the pace did pick back up. Ron's grunting got more caveman-like. I felt his balls start slapping against the base of my cock, and Vera has to reposition her arms to not be knocked off of me.

She never got out another word. There were sounds and groans that started so deep I felt them before I heard them. Her arms gave out just as her orgasm started, and she collapsed backwards onto me. I wrapped my arms around her, fingers finding her perfect little tits across her chest. Her legs flailed crazily up in the air beside Ron, but his hands on her hips held his full length inside her. 

Ron backed off and pulled out, his massive cock flopping down against his leg. Vera is utterly spent. I delicately rolled her off to the side. My dick popped out of her ass with an audible slurp and I slid down to the edge of the bed and lifted up one of her legs.

"Oh my god, Vera, you are GAPING down here." She just moaned and sighed, unresponsive. The sight of it was driving me absolutely bonkers.

"A promise is a promise, Ron. Are you ready?"

He has to take a deep breath before he nods. 

"Back on the bed then." Ron climbed up, and I immediately grabbed his hips to stop him right at the edge. He pulled his legs up tight underneath himself so his feet were right below his ass. Perfect...

My cum from the first time was smeared all over his ass cheeks, and his asshole was completely obscured by a thick glob of it. 

"No need for lube then," I said as I laid my cock between his cheeks.

"What?!" He said, but I just grinned, pulled back, and inserted. I was right, worked like a charm. It was loud, squishing and sloshing, but it wasn't sticky or rubbery. Ron's asshole hadn't fully tightened back up yet, so one easy push got me 6 inches deep. 

"Jeesus Christ, that's good," I said, and the sneer was back. I just work those 6 inches for a minute. "Ron, do you have any idea how fuckable your ass is? This is like a meat glove made to fit my cock perfectly." Ron spread his knees apart, and his upper body fell down closer to the bed. The side of his face is pushed down into the bedsheets, and his hands slide around to his ass, gripping and separating. "Go deeper, you say? Well alright then."

I get my hands down on his waist and pull myself in tighter. 8, 9, 10, balls on his toes, aaaaand, 10.5. 

"I got this whole bigass dick of mine in your sissy ass, Ron..."

Ron was whimpering. I'm sure he'd done the same thing as me and shoved his own dick back here a time or two so this isn't brand new territory, but it's not the same soft. My fingers bit down into his skin, and I started thrusting. 

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass by a girl, Ron?" 

He groaned in response, but it was unintelligible. I was doing long thrusts, pulling out about 9 inches, and then picking up speed as I ram it home. Jackhammering. 

"Do you like getting your prostate pummeled, Ron?!" My eyes were wild. "Do you like this?! Huh?!"

"Uuuuuuuuu UUUUUuuuuuuuu UUUUUuuuuuungh," was all he could manage, getting louder each time I poke at his diaphragm. Or at least, I am in my mind. 

"You may have me beat in size, Ron, but today, my fabulous little girlcock is going home with the trophy."

Ron was reduced to a constant wail, and I could see his fingertips were completely bloodless around his asshole. 

"I'm gonna cum in your ass soon, Roy. I'm gonna put a quart of cum up in your intestines, Roy!" I had no idea where all that aggressiveness was coming from, but it was exhilarating. ..

Ron started to twitch beneath me, fingers gripping so hard his ass started to open up around my cock. His face, just barely visible over his shoulder, was pinched so tight it's just a mass of wrinkles.

"Cum, bitch! That's right! Cum from my dick in your ass!! You fucking love this, don't you?!"

He shuddered and convulsed, and his fingers gave up on his ass, but I just picked up the pace. For two long minutes after he came, Roy just kept shouting as I pounded him over and over. My tits flew out and slap together every time I came to an abrupt stop in his ass, and smacked back against my chest when I started pulling out. It was taking my breath away, and I couldn't keep up the air to continue taunting him, but I did love the sight down my cleavage. Watching my tits really flop around for the first time on my life... I switched it up so I'm just rearing back at the waist like a deranged pinball launcher. I couldn't go quite as far out or come in as hard, but I could nearly double the speed. 

Finally, I felt the twitching in my balls. It was a glorious buildup as I bore down for all the speed I could get. Schlap Schlap Schlap Schlap Schlap Schlap Schlap over and over until...

I was oddly quiet when the moment finally arrived. It felt like I'd exorcised a demon, and there was such a sense of release. My knees buckled, and I collapsed forward over his ass.

Roy was weeping lightly beneath me. Vera had just finally gotten some spark back in her eyes as she rolled over to look at us. After my legs stopped twitching, I bit my lip and winced while I pulled out my cock. Once he was released, Roy fell to his side and reached a hand out towards me. I took it lightly, and he pulled me onto the bed. I knelt down in front of his huddled form, and he scooted forward and hugged my waist. I look at Vera with complete shock, and she's just as confused.

"Thank you," he sobs into my stomach. 

"Are you ok, Ron?"

"I always... always have to be the tough one. I always have to be... the giver. I always have to take control, and..." He breaks down for a second. "That was the most cathartic thing I've ever done."

I'm completely flabbergasted. Vera's lip is trembling as she crawls over to spoon against his backside. "You're welcome?"



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 07



Kelly, Casey, and the Battle of Endor, #55

"I really appreciate this," Vera giggles, sipping her Captain and Coke. 

"Will you please stop thanking me?! You're gonna make me feel like a bad girlfriend if this is how excited you get whenever we do something you wanna do!"

"I'm just sayin! I know how much this is not your scene!" It isn't. Clubs have never held any appeal for me. I had thought Vera was immune to their charm as well, and had only recently been introduced to her love of dancing. At best, the music blaring above us is a distant cousin to her beloved trip hop, but it already has her hips moving. She raises her drink over her head and does this sort-of-a hula hoop spin. "Stop staring at my ass!" She has to shout to be heard. Another reason I don't usually go to these kinds of places. 

"Stop filling out jeans like that!"

She just grins at me, gives me a quick kiss, and leaves her empty glass with me. I'm holding down a table up on the balcony. At least I had a great view from up here; there is an acre of flesh below me, I shit you not. I keep my eyes on Vera as she works her way down the stairs and onto the main dance floor, but I'm not worried when I lose her in the crowd. She had thought she might find someone down there with some moves and be able to bring them back with me to our hotel. I remain skeptical. 

I find myself unable to really get into whatever this is... dubstep? House? I have no idea. All the bass lines sound the same to me, and there are absolutely no guitars.

That gets me thinking. Now, I had been a big singer-songwriter fan back in the day. Michelle Branch was my hero, but I'd mix in Jewel, Ellie Goulding, Natasha Bedingfield, Liz Phair. Even some early Taylor Swift, you know, when she was still a country artist. I hadn't really updated my music catalog in the years after college. I might have even had the same The Wreckers CD in the radio of my car when Vera and I broke up and got back together. 

Recently though, I'd gotten into some new stuff. I was currently huge on AC/DC. Especially the Bon Scott albums (soooo sexy). I'd put on a rock station in the RV whenever it was my turn with the radio. I'd heard my first Motorhead song last week, and my first Megadeth song the week before that. I knew that when we got home and I wasn't so preoccupied with our trip, I was gonna spend some serious time listening to music...

A reddish blonde wisp of a girl keeps popping up when I look around. The first couple times, it was just by accident. She was skirting along the edge of the dance floor, and her hair stood out. Miami is a town full of dark haired and dark-er skinned people. She's so pale. She just seemed out of place, and she popped to my eye when I'd look around. Then I'd spot her again 20 minutes later, still not dancing. 

She was kind of far away to get a good look but she seemed to resemble Leah from a distance, except thinner. She never got on the dance floor though.

But why?! I mean, it's obvious why. I'm going through changes, but still. It got me wondering if my balls and the testosterone supplement were affecting anything else. I had gone a little aggro on Ron a couple months back... He told me later everything had been kosher so I dismissed it at the time, but maybe I had done so too soon. 

I try thinking of other examples of changes in my behaviour, but nothing is coming up while I'm three martinis down. That seems like a job for Sober Jaimie!! {cue theme music} so I put it out of my mind. I watch the dance floor for a while. I still can't find Vera. Pretty soon, I just start watching the other girls, and a few guys too. I'm really excited to see a few girls out there representing the great state of Not A Size Zero. I don't usually think of myself as being built for that kind of movement, but there are girls out there curvier and bigger than me that are killing it. I toast them with my fourth martini. 

There she is again! I'm fascinated by the saga of this petite little blonde. It's definitely a Rear Window moment for me. What is she looking for? Is she lost? Has she lost her friend? Is she someone's girlfriend, and she thinks he's out at the club picking up other women?! What an asshole that guy must be, to leave such a delicate little thing at home alone... 

Her eyes never stop scanning the crowd, and right as I'm picturing the dramatic moment when she finds this fictional jackass and tells him off in front of the whole club, she looks up and locks eyes with me for a second. She's got on a black beret and some black thinframe glasses. Not oversized like some hipster bullshit, but appropriately small for her face...

Vera appears out of nowhere, sweaty and beautiful and smiling from ear to ear. I can't understate how great her smile is. She's got one of those smiles that uses her whole face; Her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, every part. She told me once that she stopped smiling in college because she thought it made her look too cheery. While I disagree, it certainly wasn't a look that matched her generally nihilistic attitude at the time. 

"Hey there Wallflower!" She downs her Captain and Coke, and gives me another peck on the cheek before darting away. As she leaves, the little blond is following in her wake, head swivelling. Now she's searching the balcony? Hell, she might have been searching the balcony the whole time and I just wasn't looking... 

"Wallflower?!" Vera's long gone, but my semi-drunken indignation isn't running on anyone else's schedule. How long is this song? We've been here for like an hour and a half, and the song never really seems to end, it just morphs into something else... like a Transformer with a thousand forms. Mind blown.

We should have eaten something before we got here. I see that now.

Vera had just finished the last of the Captain and Cokes we'd lined up for her at our table, so I head to the bar to order a few more. Maybe I can convince some hot thing to help me carry- 

She walks right in front of me. She didn't see me coming, or maybe I didn't see her, but we lock eyes again for a brief moment before we collide. Bright, inquisitive, hazel eyes... more green than blue...

I'm exaggerating. She lightly bumped into me. Or maybe vice versa. Man, she has a tight little ass. She's got on like a black full body leotard, with an oversized albeit cropped white t-shirt hanging off one shoulder and mini skirt that would otherwise leave nothing to the imagination. She continues on her way, but just out of the corner of my eye, I see her come to a hard stop. I look over, and for a second I thought she was looking back at me, but she's gone. 

I get two hot boys who were lurking near the bar to help me get the 6 drinks I ordered back to my table. And I got their numbers. I start on my next martini and look out over the crowd... where is she now? Which 'she' am I looking for? Doesn't matter. Can't see either of them anyway. I wonder how good my eyesight is anymore. Used to be 20/30 once upon a time...

"Excuse me," the blonde says, sitting down across from me. Damn, she is cyooooot. "W...w...would you like to join me and my f...f...friend at our table?"

"Wallflower 1 Napoleon 0," I say, more to myself than anything. The little blonde just sorta tilts her head at me nervously. Holy shit, she's anxious! "Wait, were you looking for me? When you were walking around down there?"

"Ummm? Kind of but not exactly?"

"Huh..." I'm stumped. Wait a minute, no I'm not. I'm hot as hell! Snap out of it! "Uhhh, I would love to, but I'm here with someone and she's out dancing right now. I don't want to leave her high and dry..." Her eyes start to get really large. "Can you point me to your table and we'll join you in a little bit?" 

Relief washes over her face like a wave. "You can't see it from here, but it's down the stairs and back in that corner," she says, pointing behind me and laughing lightly. She has a tiny voice to match her thin frame. Really fucking cute. She bites her lip and grins as she gets up and heads back downstairs. The view as she goes is looooooovely.

Vera comes bounding up the stairs a few minutes later. She's glistening, although she's shocked when I tell her all about what's been happening. 

"You're just sitting here! WTF?! How?!" Yes, she said the letters. 

"Oh come on, don't even pretend you weren't playing a giant game of grabass out there! You got plenty of attention!"

"Of course I did, but that's not the point!"

"Then what is the point?"

"I don't know! Do you wanna to head down there?"

"Yeah, you've gotta see this girl."

"Blonde, black hat, circled the dance floor a few times?"

"That's the one!"

"Not bad," she said, nodding appreciatively.

When we come around the stairs, I can see the little blonde cuddled up next to another woman in a big wraparound booth. Dark blonde, but with brunette roots. Her face is a little wider, in an athletic sort of way. I happen to think Vera is the perfect mix of athletic and toned and still slightly curvy. This woman is maybe one shade farther down the athletic spectrum. Maybe a shade and a half. Handsome, and maybe striking? She's looking at Vera and shaking her head very slightly as we walk up.

"No, not her," I hear the petite blonde say as we come up. I don't think I was meant to, though, by the way she looks startled and slightly frightened when we get to the edge of the table.

"What? There's no way." Now the bigger one is looking at me, incredulously. 

"I'm telling you. I felt it."

They both stare down at my waist. Vera looks at me, and I think my face matches her confusion. 

"Hi," Vera says abruptly. "I think your friend asked my friend to join you?"

"She did, but I think she might have made a mistake. Sit, sit!" She's got both of her arms up on the back of the booth. 

"I'm Jaimie..."

"...and I'm Vera."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Kelly, and this little strawberry here is Casey." Casey seems so much thinner curled up next to this amazon. She nods, and pulls her feet up beside her. "Jaimie, this may sound like a weird question, but... do you have a penis?"

I had been getting settled and was just about to set my drink down on the table. In my shock, the glass hovers an inch off the table for a good ten seconds Vera grins as she reaches over and takes it from me. It seemed like she said it so loudly, but when I look over, not a single soul in the club is paying attention to us.

"Yes?"

"I knew it!" Casey exclaims. She's beaming now.

"Told you it showed a little in that skirt," Vera nags jokingly.

"No, I touched it by accident!" Casey corrects her quickly.

"Well I'll be damned, Strawb," Kelly smirks down at her. "Ok, one more weird question. Maybe two," she says, after closing one eye and looking up at the ceiling briefly with the other one. "Have you ever had your dick sucked in front of this many people?"

Vera and I exchange really confused looks, and then we both look out at the pulsing throng not 10 ft away. "Once in public," Vera starts.

"But no one was really around," I finish. 

"You went down on Hanna that one time."

I paused. I hadn't thought about the strip club in a while. "Yeah, but I don't think that counts."

"Ok," Kelly says, bringing our attention back to her. "Last one, but it's an easy one. Would you like Casey to give you a blowjob right now?" 

Casey is electrified when I look at her, the closest thing I've ever seen to a human live wire. What happened to that shy little thing that was here a second ago? I nod quickly, and slide a little farther around into the booth. Casey pops up to kiss Kelly on the cheek, unpins and removes off her little black beret, and then ducks beneath the table. 

Vera is slack jawed in awe. "Damnit! We left the camera at the hotel!"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm filming this," Kelly says with a toothy smile. She reaches down to pat a black bag next to her on the seat. "I can give you a copy of the footage afterwards."

"That'd be awesome," Vera says. 

Suddenly, my skirt is being pushed up my legs. I scoot out towards the edge of the booth seat, and my skirt rides up almost all the way past my ass.

"It's huge," comes Casey's tiny, almost raspy, voice from under the table. I want to look down under the table and watch, but I can't tear my eyes away from the crowd. Half of me wishes everyone was gone, half of me is hoping no one looks, half of me hopes someone looks, and half of me thinks that pie charts are best left to Sober Jaimie!! {cue theme music} 

"How long is it?" Kelly and Vera are sitting next to each other now, and they lean together to talk more privately... or possibly conspiratorily. Casey's thin fingers keep working farther and farther down towards the base of my cock, causing me to have to spread my legs farther and farther apart. Anyone who looks at me is gonna know I'm slouching for a reason... Anyone would know!!

"Ten anda half," Vera says with quite a grin. Casey slips her lips over the head of my cock, and oh...

"Did you hear that, Strawb? That could be a new record for you!" Casey mumbles affirmatively around the head of my cock. Oh my god, her tongue...

"Oh see that? Look at her face!" Kelly giggles. "My little Strawb's good!" 

Oh my god, her tongue...I can't stop myself from grinding a little bit on the booth seat but Casey moves with it, keeping just the head warm and wet inside her cute little mouth. One of her hands is wrapped around my cock, and the strength of her grip keeps changing. Tighter and then softer, soft soft tighter tighter tighter tight tight tight softer softer softer soft. It's wonderful...

"You'll have to forgive us for being so...shocked by all this," Vera says, staring underneath the table. "We're usually the ones pulling these kinds o shenanigans."

"You two do this kind of stuff?"

"My girlfriend's got a cock like a horse," Vera says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course we do this kind of stuff!" Ooooh, now she's got a little more in there.

Kelly laughs. "Do they usually know ahead of time what they're getting into?" A few inches up and back. Each time out, she pulls out past the mushroom part of the head, and the feel of her lips stretching tight is amazing...

"Most of the time, yes. Sometimes, if we think they can take the shock, we'll wait and have a big reveal at some point." I finally work up the nerve to look down. Casey's eyes are closed. The way her glasses frame her face is absolutely precious, and the irony of this cute little face sucking off my fat cock is priceless. 

"Has anyone ever just, like, shit themselves and run away?" It's taken a few glorious minutes to get here, but she hit the freckle... She's not pulling all the way out to the head anymore, just three or four inches in each direction. 

"Nope. Not yet. Guy a few days ago was the closest we ever had, but he was just too curious." I can't see the freckle. I can see the freckle. I can't see the freckle. I can see the freckle. I can't see the freckle. I can't see the freckle! Oh god, I can't see the freckle!!

"I get that," Kelly says, nodding. "I'm pretty curious to see it myself, but I can be patient." She backs down to the just head again, and oh my god, her tongue...

"It's worth the wait!" 

It seems impossible that so many people can be so close to us and be completely ignorant to what's happening. Two guys walk by and smile at me. I smile back, and they continue on their way, as oblivious as they were 5 seconds agooooooooooooooooooooand she's back at the freckle! In one long gulp! I don't know how she can still keep moving her tongue with that much flesh inside her mouth... 

"Did you just say 'God be praised'?" Vera giggles. I nod distractedly. I didn't know I'd said it out loud, but it's not untrue. Vera and Kelly both cackle. Kelly looks... what's the word? Happy? Not quite. Prideful? Proud? Maybe...

"So what kind of camera are you using? Getting good exposure in low light, like under the table, can be tricky..."

"Oh hell, I don't know. Strawb's the techie. I'm just here to, um... facilitate."

"She seemed pretty shy for a minute there."

"Oh, you have no idea!"

Casey's face keeps coming closer and closer. I stop trying to keep track of the number of inches she might be at, and just the enjoy the view of her popping out from under the table. There's a little bit of pressure on the head the next time she comes in... 

"I'm in her throat! I'm in her throat! I'm in her throat!"

"That's my girl!" Kelly shouts, triumphantly. Of course no one looks. Casey finally backs off completely, gasping and groaning. "Has anyone else ever taken the whole thing? Orally?"

"Once. Dainty little thing in Oklahoma. I'm getting there, but those last 3 inches are a bear."

"Thicker at the bottom, then?"

"Yeah, and the head is no cakewalk either." Vera rubs at her throat a little to clarify her point.

"So she's got a mushroom cloud?"

"...Yeah. I've never heard it called that, but yeah..."

After a minute of catching her breath and just stroking, she comes back with a vengeance. Now she's going deeper and staying there. Casey doesn't have Leah's incredible lungs, so it's never more than about 20 seconds, but it's so glorious. Her throat is tighter than Leah's too. Not painfully tight, but her throat has certainly seen less action than Leah's had. She keeps looking up at me whenever she stops... Her glasses have slid down her nose a little, so she's peering at me over the rims, like the dirtiest little librarian in all of Miami. It's... it's unholy.

"Oh man, look at her face. It won't be long now," Vera says, peering underneath the table discreetly.

"Atta girl, Strawb! Remember not to leave a mess. She's gotta be able to walk out of here." Casey mumbles affirmatively again, but it's completely muffled and rendered unintelligible by my wonderful cock. "Is she normally loud? You know, when she..." My whole middle section tenses when her chin hits my balls for the first time. Holy fucking shit, she's nearly there...

"...yeah....kind of... See how her lip is quivering? I love this part."

"Oh you like watching too, huh?"

"I'd rather be the one under the table, but this has definite appeal." 

"Not that I'm in any position to comment, but you two have a complex relationship, don't you?"

"You have no idea..."

"Girls, girls, girls, I'm gonna hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnf... I'm gonnnnnnnnngh..." She did it!!! The whole fucking thing!!! I start to groan and SPLASH!!!

I cry out, mostly from the orgasm but also partly from the shock of having a drink thrown in my face. Wild eyed, I look around. A few girls have turned our way, but they're all politely covering their mouths to hide mild shock.. I keep panting loudly. Casey is purring like a kitten beneath the table, patiently milking every last drop from my cock with her tongue and hand. 

"Quick thinking!" Kelly is grinning really widely. Holy crap, she's doing some really great cleaning down there. I do not have a good poker face, and Vera and Kelly are giggling like school girls watching me try to hide what's happening to me. 

"She's so thorough," I manage weakly. She gives the tip of my cock one last, quick kiss, and then she's pulling my knees together and helping me get my skirt back down.

After another minute, Casey pops up next to Kelly, eyes darting around to make sure she was unseen. Kelly is much more confident, but that seems to be their MO. Casey's mascara is a little smudged, and her lipstick is worse, but with her glasses and the way her hair frames her face, you can't really tell unless you're looking straight at her. As soon as she's up in the chair and settled, Kelly leans over, and they start making out. It's... well, it's hot. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 07



"I can see Casey could use a trip to the ladies room. Would you two like to join us?"

"If we all go, won't we lose this table?"

"Oh we weren't planning on coming back. Were you?" Kelly smirks as she gathers up her bag. Casey is out of the booth first, followed by Vera and me from the other side. Vera and I start walking, but Casey waits for her amazon. 

***

"Holy shit, I love your boots!" Vera gushes over Caseys knee-high boots once we get into the bathroom. Kelly locks the door once it's clear we're the only ones in here. I hadn't realized Casey was so tall. We're all wearing some kind of heel... if I'm 5'4", and Vera is 5'5", that makes them both... 5'7"? Casey might even be 5'8". 

"Thanks! They're new!" She twists, kicking one heeled foot up behind her. Damn, that's a nice ass. 

I splash a little water on my face. Fortunately she threw something clear when my eyes were closed. From the smell, it was mostly vodka. I only need a few seconds to be clean and fresh, but Casey is in worse shape. 

"Vera, would you give her a hand?"

"Of course!" She reaches into her purse and pulls out a little container of makeup wipes she's always got handy. "You are so pretty," she starts.

"So," Kelly says as she comes over next to me, "you've either got the best implants in history, a hell of a childhood story, or a hell of a plastic surgeon!"

"This is the one that isn't natural," I say, as I yank up on the front of my skirt and pull out my dick. I lift it up over the counter and begin relieving myself. "OOOOOOOooooooooh god, the post-cum piss is amazing....."

"How drunk is she?" Kelly asks over her shoulder.

"Is she ohhhhh, she's peein' in the sink!" Vera's laugh rings loudly in the room. "Priceless."

"Is she too drunk to keep going?"

"I doubt it. You know how some people are happy drunks, or angry drunks, or silly drunks? Jaimie's a horny drunk. She can only hide it to a certain point, and I think we're looking at that in the rear view mirror... ok. How about that."

Casey smacks her lips a few times and nods. "I love this shade! Where did you get it?!"

"Sephora!"

Kelly, meanwhile, has just been drinking in my cock with her eyes. 

"Did you want to, ah..."

"Oh, no. 's much as I would love to, tonight is her turn," she says, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at Casey. Casey, meanwhile is bouncing up and down in front of the mirror. She's got her beret pinned back in place, looking just as cute as the first time I saw her 

"Shall we then? I was hoping we could share a cab back to our place..." Casey looks delighted by Kelly's suggestion. Vera shrugs, and I nod.

Kelly seems to have something specific in mind as she hails and rejects a few taxis. Finally, a wide yellow Chevy pulls up, and she smiles. "Vera first, then me, and then, oh. Casey, will you be a dear and sit on Jaimie's lap?" Hell yeah!!! Vera gives me such a grin as she ducks down inside. 

"There's room in the front," the cabbie says, but none of us listen. Kelly slides inside, and then I follow. I get a great view of Casey's legs as she steps in over me, and settles partially on my thigh and partially on Kelly's. Just lovely...

Kelly gives the cabbie the address, and as soon as we get moving, Caseys hand is pulling back my skirt. She's half turned toward me, and her smile is devilish. 

"Could you take Buona Vista?" Kelly asks. Casey's hand is so soft. Not a callous or rough spot to be found. Not that I mind a little roughness, but the lack of it is... something! Sober Jaimie!!! {cue theme music} would probably know the right word. Adjective. Something. 

"Uh, that's a little out of the way, and the road's a little rough from construction..." Her touch is magnificent. I can already feel myself starting to thicken again. 

"We don't mind the bumps, and I really like the view at night."

"Whatever you say, lady!"

After a few minutes, I'm hard and eager for more. Casey taps her friends leg, and she starts rooting through her purse. After a minute, she pulls out a little purple bottle. She empties a little into one hand and passes it to Casey. I watch with widened eyes as Kelly reaches up beneath Caseys skirt, searches for a second with her tongue out, and then pulls down with an "ah ha!" Several of her fingers are poking through a hole in the leotard. She tugs it down until it's nearly beneath Caseys ass, and then more of her hand disappears through it. Casey fidgets as the leotard is pulled a little tighter around her, and gives a little coo as she pours out a little lube and starts rubbing me down again. 

"Strawb, I think I dropped my pen..." 

Casey gives me a big eyed grin as she pivots on my thigh and leans across the seat to paw around Vera's feet. Vera is straining back in her seat to watch slack jawed. Kelly grasps my cock in her hand, and guides it towards Casey's wet and shiny asshole. The angry red head pushes up against her, and... "OooooOOOOOOoooh, that's a big pen!" Casey exclaims as she starts to scoot backwards on my lap. The cabbie is arching an eyebrow at us in the mirror, but he's otherwise unaware that one girl in his backseat has three inches of her nearly 11 inch cock shoved in another girls ass. Four inches. And counting. 

She doesn't sit up at first. She just keeps backing farther and farther onto it. She's huffing and puffing, but when the cabbie looks back, Kelly just glares at him. 

"It's such a lovely pen," Casey says, straining a little. "Where did you nnnngh, find it?"

"In a bar," Kelly says with a laugh. "I like it too. Has a nice grip."

"Huuuuuuuu I think my favorite part is the ink." Vera is squealing on the other side as Casey finally sits back and takes the rest of it in one smooth motion. My eyes barely come up past her shoulders, slouched like I am. My entire lower lip has been sucked into my mouth, and I'm turning red from not being able to vocalize the wonderfulness my cock is experiencing. Casey peeks over her shoulder at me and wiggles her eyebrows as we make a right turn and immediately, the whole car jostles. Buona Vista, I presume?

I can't hold it in anymore, and I let out a loud moan. The jostle wiggled just that much more cock inside her, and her whole body tensed in the way one can only do subconsciously. My arms wrap around her stomach, and her hands lay over mine gently. Another pothole. This time, when I moan, everyone moans with me.

"I'm really sorry, but you told me to go this way," the cabbie says defensively.

"You're doin a great job!" Kelly says. One more bump, and then we start driving over a section that feels almost unpaved. Constant jittering... like that time I humped the dryer in college on a dare from Vera. Casey is still grinning, but her eyes are pinched shut. One of her hands lets go of mine, and she reaches out to Kelly. Kelly grabs her hand, beaming. "You're doin great too..."

It's like the longest rumble strip in existence. Mile after mile of vibratto-inducing, ass-shaking, cock-crushing road. It's amazing. Kelly and Casey are just staring at each other. Kelly looks like she's feeling it with her, but I think it's just empathy. I move one hand down to Casey's thigh. My fingertips are right at the edge of her skirt. Kelly nods, and I feel Casey take a deep, deep breath. Suddenly her hand is guiding mine up her skirt, sliding up inch after inch of her thigh until she presses my hand on her abdomen. 

Wait. That's not her abdomen. It's hard, but it's harder than taught muscle should be. Plus the shape is wrong. Kelly and Casey are still staring at each other. I can only see Kelly, but her smile is warm now, warm and supportive...

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??!

My hand presses more fully around her cock. There's two of us?! My other hand slides up underneath her oversized t-shirt. I can feel her bra, but underneath, it's not quite right...

Oh my god, they're falsies. 

"It's a trap!" I say, almost giggling. My hands both hold her tightly to me. I don't want her to get the wrong idea...

"Nah, the cops usually wait a few streets over," the cabbie replies absently. Vera looks over at me quizzically, but I can't get any more out as we pass over another particularly rough patch of road. The jostling knocks her (...? No reason to change now) as much as an inch or two up in the air, and she gives a little coo each time she thumps back down. Oh, this is amazing...

My hand starts to stroke her cock over the leotard. I can't get a great feel for the size or girth underneath her skirt, but I don't care. She's so cuuuuute!!! I just let the friction do its thing. I take my hand out from underneath her skirt and come in from the waistband. The area of the leotard near the tip is damp with precum. Not enough to have been a full load, but certainly not dry!

My brain is useless. Between the alcohol and the hormone stew, I'm little more than a cock that drools. My own asshole is starting to tingle, anticipating...

"If you want to fuck me in the ass when we get there, you can," I whisper. Casey finally breaks her staring contest with Kelly, and they both look at me nodding. Kelly leans over to whisper with Vera. I barely register her reactions. I just tuck my head in against Casey's shoulder blade and hold her close as she bounces up and down on my cock for the next few minutes.

10 minutes after that, we're finally coming to a stop. Every time I started to feel just a little smaller inside her, either Casey clenched with great force or a pothole got us both back to full sail. Casey opens the door and pokes her head out, and just as she stands up, my cock pops out of her ass with a loud schlurp. The cabbie, who had just raised an arm over the bench and turned back to us, forgot what he was about to say and just stared at my shiny, throbbing tower of lust. 

I grinned and slid out. I tried shimmying my skirt back down once I was upright, but it did zero to hide my boner. All it did was push it down 45° and stretch over it. Casey was hopping back and forth from foot to foot, and as soon as I was more or less decent she grabbed my hand and started fast walking up the walkway to their beautiful little house. I peered over my shoulder just as we got to the steps to see that Kelly was unsuccessfully trying to pay the cabbie, who had not stopped staring at me. Vera was just laughing. What a rush!!

Casey fumbles a bit with the key, and once the door is open, she's hustling me inside. As she moves through their living room, she starts to lift her shirt up over her head...

"No!" I shout, suddenly feeling very decisive on the matter. "Keep it all on..." She turns around, pulling the shirt back into place. I look around and spy a pair of scissors on the kitchen counter. I grab them and drop down in front of her. Vera and Kelly are laughing as they come through the door to see me delicately cutting a hole in the front of Casey's leotard. 

"I'm gonna need a new p..pair!" Casey says, hesitating when I finally have it large enough to fit my hand through to grasp her cock. That's easy enough to get through. Getting her balls through is a bit more difficult. It's like a great big game of Operation. I was great at Operation. 

Casey's cock is somewhere north of 8 inches. I reach up, hold her skirt to her stomach, and take her in hungrily. Her moans are so small! Her cock is the biggest thing about her! It's too big for me to deepthroat, but she seems to really vibrate when she hits the back of my throat. I know I don't have half her technique, so I don't want to drag it out for too long. Her cock is rod straight and almost uniform in thickness all the way around. I'd have been very happy with a cock like this.

After a couple minutes of that, I head over to the couch. Casey follows right behind me. I climb up on it backwards, hands gripping the back and knees pulled together tightly beneath me. Casey pulls the little purple bottle out of her bra and lays of stream of lube down the middle of my cheeks. Cut to one minute later, and oh that's wonderful...

I partially regret having predominantly sought out women during our trek. Granted, I wanted to be the one doing the fucking, and I was, but I've neglected my ass. Oooooooooh god, I love this. Suddenly, I remember that Vera and Kelly are here too. One of them has a camera in my face.

"No, don't look at me! Keep making that face you were making just now! That was awesome!"

"I'm gonna go back to enjoying anal sex now," I say dreamily, and I put them out of my mind. The only thing that matters in my universe is the foreign object inserted into my rectum. And the cries of the girl behind me. I've already cum once. I'm a little worked up, but I'm ok. She's gotta be ready to explode, though! I would be! I push my head down into the pillow, and there's just enough room for me to look down below. My cock, still awfully hard, is bouncing up and down. Never far enough down to pinch my balls, never far enough up to slap my stomach. More like half of a magic pencil trick...

Casey has a way of ramping up to each thrust. Her hips pick up speed, her fingers tighten, and her throat seems to clench and each groan becomes constricted and strangled. I half turn and look back at her over my shoulder. It's such an impossible sight, and such a turn on!

I lick my lips unconsciously. Casey's eyes goggle when I do, staring and cuming on the spot. I wiggle my ass around as she manages a few final pushes. I can feel her cock shuddering against the rim of my ass, and even though I can't feel how much she just shot into me, I'm guessing it's a lot. She stays deep inside me for a while. I keep clenching and releasing, and Casey just hums along. I'm in no hurry, although my cock feels otherwise. It's anxious to get back to her ass...

When she finally pulls out, she does so extremely slowly. I'm buzzed to do more, so I hop off the couch and skip around past her to their bedroom, cock bouncing this way and that while I prance. I'm ready for it to be naked time now, so I set the example by stripping out of all my clothes at the end of the hall. Their bed is kinda high... Casey's shirt and skirt are gone before she gets to the bedroom, although the leotard takes some effort. The only thing she's still wearing is the beret, which is an awesome look.

I want to do this from my back, so I launch myself up onto it and prop myself up on my elbows. Casey is starting to get her second wind now, as she clambers up onto the bed. She stands over my knees, facing away, and settles herself over me. I grasp my cock at the base, keeping it steady... When she squats, her asshole opens up just a bit. It's so pink... 

She starts to lower herself onto me, but I brace her back when she's about halfway down with one hand. That's a hard position to keep up for very long. Plus, she just plowed my ass for 6 minutes, and before that, spent 10 minutes curled up underneath a desk. Her legs can use a break. Instead, I start launching myself up off the bed at her, smacking my hips into her ass before falling back down to the bed. My balls feel like my breasts did the last time I tried to use a trampoline, but it's not enough to slow me down. I want to be inside her little ass...

Suddenly, I'm aware of Kelly and Vera again. Vera has the camera, and Kelly crouching right in front of Casey. She puts a hand on my thigh, and I reluctantly slow to a stop. I lay all the way back down and peer back and forth around my cock trying to see what's happening. Kelly's hand moves to my cock. Either I'm still super lubed, or her hand is, because she's gliding along with barely any feel. My eyes follow her hand up, and then down my shaft, and then up, and then down, and then up, up, up...

Casey groans as first one, and then two of Kelly's fingers join the top half of my cock in her ass. She's piggy-backing her way in on my cock, so the extra bit her fingers stretch is blue on black, but then it's three fingers. She pulls her hand out, and wraps it tightly around my cock just below the head, at the thinnest part. She pulls me up, and I thrust slowly. There's a deafening silence roaring in my ears when I both watch and feel her hand disappear inside Casey's ass. Great Caeser's Ghost, it's tight now! I keep pushing until my thighs are pretty close to her ass and hold. Kelly's hand starts sliding in and out, and Fucking Shit she's jerking me off inside Casey's ass! What the fuck is happening?!?!

I can't not thrust at this. I literally can't. I have to fuck this. Slowly at first but faster every time, I start thrusting again. Kelly works opposite. Each time I pull out, and the thinnest part of my cock is at Casey's rim, Kelly has up to the middle of her forearm inside. Each time I push in, and the fattest part of my cock is stretching her for all she's worth, Kelly has pulled out to the wrist, the thinnest part. Her fingers stay in a rigid c shape, bracing and hugging my cock inside Casey's ass. If this was just porn, I'd cum pretty quick watching it. 

It's not porn. That's my cock in there. It happens even quicker. When I collapse, Casey collapses harder, doubling me up around her. It knocks all of the air out of me. Everything clenches, and for just a moment, I'm seeing stars. It's the greatest orgasm of my life.

It's several minutes before I really start to wake back up. Off in the dining room, I can see Vera and Casey talking excitedly. Casey is still naked, but there's something different about the way he's standing. Even from 20 yards away, I can tell that's a guy. 

"Yeah, he can just switch it on and off," Kelly says. She'd been sitting on the bed next to me, watching. 

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know. Some techie garbage. Cameras or something."

"That... tracks. She's doing a lot of this," I say, waving my hands in the air as I start to sit up. "...with the hands. I always thought she was doing it to try and distract me during computer conversations to keep me dumb, but maybe she's just that hard up for someone to talk shop with!" My eyes don't want to focus that far away, so I let them go limp and stare around the room I've just spend the last 10 minutes defiling. Lots of pictures...Kelly hands me a bottle of water.

"How're you feelin'?"

"Still pretty drunk, but the haze is lifting. For a while there, I could see you two walking around us, and I could see your lips moving. I don't think I heard a word of it, and I'll be damned if I remember that you were here at all tonight. No offense..." Part of my brain has decided to focus on a picture hanging from the wall. I'll be damned if the rest of me knows why, but...

"Oh believe me, none taken. I'm just really glad to see Casey had a good time. Thank you for that, by the way."

"So is watching your thing?"

"No, not really. I mean, it's nice, but that's not my thing." Her tone is implying that her thing is right there, but I'll be damned if I know where. Where's Sober Jaimie!!! {cue theme music} when I need her? That picture... ...

"Wait, you two are married?"

"Yup!" She gives me a broad smile. "8 years and two wonderful kids!" 

I stare at her, sitting there next to me on the bed.

"It's funny now. We were really growing apart after Jennifer, our second, was born. I thought he was having an affair, and I was going through some stuff on my own. And then, one day, I came home and caught him trying on some of my clothes."

When I look over at Casey, even though he's still naked, I don't see the girl. It must be because I'm drunk.

"We still really loved each other, and we had the kids, so we tried therapy, but that was less than useless. Then, one day, Casey asked me if we could try something a little more unorthodox; he wanted to watch porn together. At first, it was good for our sex life because it was easier. That alone was huge. We could both get on the same page, and be ready to go. But then, after a while, we both began to pick slightly more....erm...specific porn. Then sometimes, we'd just talk about what we were seeing and what we liked about it. We realized that we were both becoming bi. Or we'd always been but didn't know it. Or didn't want to admit it. I don't know. All I know is that once we realized how committed we were to each other, and how genuinely we just wanted the other one to be happy, everything else became easier." 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 07



"So he... helps you... find girls... and you help him find guys?"

"It doesn't always work out that way. Like tonight," she said laughing and gesturing to me. "But yeah. We take turns, once every week or two, or however often we can get my parents to sit for us."

"This might be the vodka talking, but that's kind of beautiful."

Kelly just laughs. "It is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had to watch the two most believable crossdressers I've ever seen fuck each other stupid. That's enough to give anyone blue balls. Even a woman!" She slaps me on the thigh and strides off into the kitchen. When she steps into Casey and Vera's conversation, the entire tone of it shifts. Vera seems taken aback and... oh my, is she blushing? Casey takes a few steps with a smile and heads into the kitchen. I finish the bottle of water Kelly gave me and move to join him.

"Don't worry. Your friend is in good hands," Casey says, handing me another bottle of water. . Everything is different about his voice. The hesitation, the cadence, the pronunciation... Even the octave is off by two. He stands more confidently too. We stand there, two people hanging out (pun intended) naked in the kitchen. He taps his water bottle against mine and chugs a good third of it.

I understand him. We're very similar, Casey and I. We both very strongly identify with our birth genders, but we want more. Vera and Kelly are making out in the hallway. It looked like they were headed to the bedroom, but got distracted halfway there. 

"Do you have any idea how lucky we are," I ask. I really enjoy watching Vera kiss. I mean, I prefer to be the one being kissed, but there's something about the third person perspective that allows you to really see her whole body in action. She writhes. Legs that slide and bend and hook. Her hands have such a sense of timing. Always participating, always finding those spots, but never overstaying their welcome. The way her hair falls to the side when she leans in. The way her back arches just slightly, giving her perfect little tits the right amount of oomph. 

"To have women like that in our lives? Yes. I know exactly how lucky I am, and I tell her every damn day. You should too, if you don't already." 

I nod, but in the back of my mind, I'm trying to remember how often I express that. Casey's cock isn't just hanging straight down any more. Neither is mine for that matter. "Will Kelly be mad if we join them?"

"Less than 0% chance of that."

I must still be really drunk... "Sooooo no?"

Casey just laughs and heads toward the bedroom. Vera and Kelly are already 69ing on the bed. Vera is flat on her back, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Without a word, Casey crawls up behind Kelly and starts giving her a rimjob. It seems like there shouldn't be enough room down there for two heads so close together, but logistics are a job for Sober Jaimie!!! {cue theme music} I grab the little purple bottle of lube off the edge of the bed and move over between Vera's legs. 

"Lemme taste his ass first," Kelly gasps. 

I hadn't expected that, but I don't think all the whiskey in Tennessee could stop me from putting my cock into a willing mouth. I have to hold it up for her, soft as it is at the start, and once the head is in, she takes over with no hands. With just the power of her lungs, she sucks a little less than half of my cock into her mouth, and then pushes it back out with her tongue. Sucks it in, pushes it out. When she finally spits it out 30 seconds later, I'm awfully darn close to rock hard. Vera whimpers softly when I push my cock up against her ass. Across from me, Casey is heavy lidded and tongue deep in his wifes ass. 

I let the pressure build excruciatingly slowly. Vera lifts her legs up, and I can feel her asshole relaxing and opening, but I take my time. Tonight was supposed to be for her. I don't want this to be about me just racing to the finish line for my own reasons. I'm gonna bring her to a game changer, one exquisite thrust at a time. 

Each push goes a half inch deeper than the last, and each withdrawal comes entirely out of her ass. I never pull away, and not a moment goes by when my cock isn't touching her ass, but it is fully on the outside before I start filling her back up with cock. I'm holding her legs out to the sides just behind the knees, and her feet are curled in towards me Her toes flex and stretch, like a cat extending and retracting it's claws after a long nap. 

After a few minutes, Casey crawls up behind Kelly and mounts her. The symmetry of it is so beautiful. He and I stay mostly silent, and he matches my slow pace. Vera and Kelly, on the other hand, are a feedback loop of moans, whimpers, and muffled sighs. mmmph/mmmmph... mmmmmph/mmmmmmph... Mmmmph/MMmmph... MMMmmmph/MMMMmmmmph...back and forth. Like an echo that keeps getting louder each time it repeats. 

Vera cums first, although by no means did that happen quickly. It's not a squirter, or a bronco ride. It felt more like those first few seconds dipping into a hot tub. That lovely outer sensual feeling combined with the knowledge that a much deeper physical relaxation is impeding. She's completely limp within seconds of finishing. I slowly pull my cock out of her ass and offer it to Kelly's mouth, and she graciously accepts it. Casey builds a tiny bit of speed now, and each time he thrusts home, he drives her face a few inches down on my cock. Each time he pulls out, he drags her back with him. Her eyes are closed, and from her expression you'd almost think she was asleep, but her tongue betrayed that notion. With our cocks in either end, she only lasted a few more minutes before cumming herself. 



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 08



On the road home, Vera was very quiet. At first, I thought she was watching the views, but as the hours rolled on, it seemed more and more like she was just looking at nothing. I was pleased with the footage we'd gotten, and I knew Vera was too. This melancholy spell was out of character for her. I tried engaging her a few times, but I didn't push it when she gave me basically nothing in return. 

We stopped at a motel for the night when we were halfway home. I thought I might try and seduce her to get her to open up, but as soon as we were in the room, she hit the bed and turned away. The next day was even quieter. I had a hard time not pushing her, but I managed. Just barely. 

We got back to my apartment and unpacked the car without hardly saying a word beyond "hold the door." Once everything was inside, Vera sat down at the kitchen table. I nervously bustled around, moving things to the areas they were going to go to, if not exactly unpacking. 

"Jaimie?" 

My face pinches in, having dreaded her calling me like that. The tone is... ominous. I stop what I'm doing and went to the kitchen. 

"Yeah?"

"Sit down." Her face looks like death. I sit down across from her. My mind is racing. What had I done? 

"Jaimie, I..." She trails off, and I can see her eyes well up just a little. She shakes her head vigorously and continues. "Do you remember, when we were at the coffee shop, when you told me about the void?" She almost breaks down saying the word void. I nod. "You said, 'Something had always been missing. It felt like an itch no one could scratch.' Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." I'm confused, and the knot in my stomach is getting to epic proportions.

"I don't know what to do, J. I'm trying, but..." Now she's starting to cry. 

"Is it me?" The panic is causing bile to rise up in my throat. I had just gotten her back! I couldn't lose her now!!

"NO! Jaimie, no, I..."

"Am I not enough?" My eyes sting.

"You know that I love you! You have to know that!" She cries, pushing her open hands across the table to me. I just stare at them, unmoving. I can't think at all. 

"Jaimie, please! You have no idea how much I want to be with you and only you, but I can't fill the hole..." She sobs hysterically at the end. While she's breaking down completely, I begin to calm down. I'd come so close to where I wanted to be, and now I was going to be back at square one...No way.

"It's been so hard," she sobs, "watching you be fulfilled, and hiding that I'm not. I can't do it anymore, J." She breaks down again for a few seconds, and she puts her head down into her hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Why can't I just be happy with what I have?" As my own panic settles down, I begin to think back. To times when we'd start to cuddle, and she'd fidget like it wasn't right. To the times during sex when she didn't want to look me in the eye. 

"Sometimes, I think that no one could fill it." Suddenly, I stand up. "Jaimie?!"

"I have to go." I can't bring myself to look at her as I turn. I can't believe I'm gonna doing this. 

"Jaimie?!?! Jaimie Stop!" I don't. I know, way down in my heart, in my soul, that this is something I have to do. I know it right away "JAIMIE?!" She shrieks behind me. I can't let her stop me. 

If I tried, I could win her back. I could keep her in my arms. She would do it for me if I begged. If I told her how much I needed her. But I can't let her settle like that. I start running once I get through the front door. My eyes tear up again as I get down the steps. Only 10 more feet until I'm in the car, and I can cry all I want there where she won't see. Keep it together. It doesn't sound like Vera's following me, but she's hysterical again as I slide into the drivers seat and shut the door. 

I can't believe I'm doing this.

She's standing at the front door when I back out of the driveway. Her face is bright red and she's screaming so hard she's practically doubled over. I crank the radio, shift from reverse to drive, and the tires make a chirping sound. 

I can't believe I'm doing this.

My phone lights up before I've made it around 2 corners. I just glance at it at first. Shit, made a wrong turn. I'm way out on the edge of a shaky limb right now, but I know it's what I have to do. I keep hearing my phone buzz as it vibrates against the leather with each new text. When I finally hear her ring tone fire off, I open the window and chuck it out. 

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I drive all night. 80 miles an hour from interstate to interstate, for 19 hours straight. I stop only long enough to piss and load up on Red Bulls. Every time I stop and think about what I'm doing, it makes me want to cry, so I try to just focus on the destination. Just worry about where I'm going. Get there first. Deal with this later. Still, I can't tell if the bloodshot eyes in the mirror are from the lack of sleep or the tears. Probably both. 

When I finally cross the Washington state line, the real dread begins to settle in. I'm behind enemy lines now. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here. I can't believe I'm doing this. What the fuck am I doing? 

I'm not losing her. That's what I'm doing.

The last 5% of the drive is the hardest part. She only brought me up to this area once, back in college, and I didn't do much of the driving. Plus, it's been almost 5 years since then. Shit's changed. I zig zag back and forth around her hometown, sometimes thinking I'm almost there, sometimes feeling completely lost, sometimes thinking this is the worst idea I've ever had.

Suddenly, there it is. I park in front of Vera's dads house and take stock. It's 4 in the morning. I'm completely exhausted, but I'm here. I didn't stop, and I didn't turn around. I'm proud of myself. That's the last thing I remember...

until there's a knock on my window. The sun is obnoxiously bright, and recoiling from the burning in my eyes tells me I've slept in a horrible position and my neck is angry with me. After a few seconds, the fog clears and I roll down the window. Vera's father is hunched over, looking very concerned.

"Jaimie?"

"Hey Mr. Stone," I say weakly. "Surprise!" I stretch as much as I'm able to while still sitting in the drivers seat.

"Jaimie, Vera called me last night sounding awful. I've never heard her so...deflated." Two sentences before he worked in a sports metaphor. Good ol Mr. Stone.

"Yeah, that's kind of why I'm here."

"Did you two have a fight?"

"Not exactly. Mr. Stone, I need a huge favor from you, and I need you to keep it a secret from Vera. At least for a little while" He doesn't nod or say anything, but the slight tensing of his eyes says 'no promises'.

He insists on me taking a shower, and he finds some of my clothes I'd accidentally left here the last time I visited. My relationship with Vera wasn't news to him. She didn't visit much, but Vera talked to her dad all the time. They were very close. He hesitates when I finally press him for what I came for, but not for very long. Her happiness is just as important to him as it is to me even if what I'm asking for is a little left of center. 

I was wrong. The last 0.01% of the trip is the hardest part. I really have to dig down deep to find the strength to go the last 10 yards, up the concrete walkway to a pretty white and blue rancher 5 blocks away from Vera's childhood home. I can't believe I'm doing this. 

"God damnit, Jaimie. Get up there and ring that bell," I say. It's been a while since I talked in the third person. The shock of it snaps me out of my stupor, and I get up there one step at a time. My finger hovers over the doorbell for few seconds. My arm doesn't want to move, so I lean forward and my finger falls into the button. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Ding dong!

...

...

...

After about a minute, I begin to feel a little crestfallen. It had taken an enormous amount of courage to come this far, and to have it fall flat feels sooo anti-climactic. With a sigh, I drop down into one of the porch chairs, and throw my head into my hands.

"I can't believe I'm doing this!!" I shout into my palms. Suddenly, the door opens.

"I can't believe you're doing this either," says the man in the door. 

My fingers drag down my face as I look up, mortified. My legs feel wobbly and weak as I stand up. "How long have you been watching?"

"Since you pulled up."

I take a few steadying breaths. "Ok. Hi... Um... You don't know me, but,"

"You're Jaimie Bradley." I'm a little shocked at being cut off, and extra shocked that he knows who I am. 

"Y-y-yeah. And you're Roy Detweiler, right? I didn't just drive 19 hours and make a complete ass out of myself at the wrong door, did I?"

"I don't know about the second part yet, but yeah, I'm Roy. What do you want?"

"Roy, can I come inside?" He stands there in the doorway glaring down at me. He's holding both the doorframe and the door, blocking me off with his body language, and his eyes are on fire.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because..." God, give me strength. "I need your help." He stares at me for a long, long minute before turning around and walking back into his kitchen. He leaves the door open behind him though. With a deep breath, I follow him inside.

"You've got some balls, you know that?"

"So you know who I am, huh?"

"Yeah. I've checked her facebook a few times over the years. You're the other woman," he says, chuckling morbidly. I sit down at the table and nod. 

"Vera and I sorta dated in college, and we've been sorta seeing each other again this past 6 months."

"I know all of this." He's annoyed. No, he's furious. 

"Roy, can I ask you a question?"

"You can try," He says. He's not sitting down. He's five feet past the table, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Closed off.

"Do you still love her?" That takes some of the starch out of his shirt, for a moment anyway. He doesn't say anything, but the way his teeth clench says I've hit a nerve. "I'm sorry. I'm not here to rub it in. I'm doing this badly. I drove nonstop to get here, and I'm exhausted, and I'm tired, and I just want to crawl in a hole." My head feels really heavy. It falls into my palm. I try to pinch the bridge of my nose to snap out of it, but it isn't working. I hear a clinking sound, and then a faucet turning on and off. Roy sets a glass of water down in front of me and returns to the counter. Arms still folded, but the posture is different. 

"Thanks," I half-cry, taking a sip. The water feels like nirvana. Thinking back, I haven't had anything to drink besides Red Bull for almost a full day. No wonder I'm so loopy. I take another longer sip and set the glass down. 

"Vera always said you were really kind. She wasn't wrong."

"Why are you here?" He says, enunciating clearly. 

"She left me yesterday."

"So you decided to drive halfway across the US and throw a pity party with me?" He's understandably incredulous. I shake my head, but he scoffs anyway. "Did she tell you I proposed to her?"

"No. She did not."

"Yup. Told me No. Flat out. Said she couldn't do that to me."

"Thats what she told me too. Said I wasn't enough. No, that's not right. Said that she wasn't fulfilled..."

"Well why haven't we gotten matching BFF tattoos yet?!"

"Roy, please..."

"No, you don't get to come here to my house and complain that Vera Fucking Stone gave you the 'It's not you it's me' speech!"

"Roy," My head falls back down into my hands. I'm doing this all wrong. I can't keep beating around the bush. I have to just say it.

"I will not be a charter member of the "We got dumped by Vera Stone" club! She ruined me, you know!?!" 

"Roy, I want to share her." There. Muffled, but out in the world. Roy stops talking. "God help me."



It feels like hours go by before Roy walks across the kitchen and sits down across from me. My eyes teared up again. I try to hide it behind my hands, but I'm sure he can tell. You breathe differently when you're crying. It's one thing to know you don't fulfill your partner. It's another to admit it out loud. A box of Kleenex slides across the table.

"Tell me what happened."

I start by telling him about our college arrangement. In the long drive, it had made so much sense. She'd needed to not be tied to a relationship because her heart couldn't take it, that much was true, but it was also true that she'd needed something more. The reason we'd lasted for three years was because she could get what she could from me, and then get whatever else she needed from whoever else she was dating at the time. 

I told him about how she kept everything behind that cool mask, and he nodded understandingly. She'd perfected that while she was with him, during her junior and senior years of high school. 

I told him about our messy breakup, and how I'd spent a lot of the three years apart wishing I could do it over again. Wishing I could get her back. Vera was something very, very special. Again, Roy nodded. He understood. When she'd returned to Washington for her final semester, she sought him out. He took her back, and he tried to fix all the things he thought he'd done wrong. It wasn't enough to keep her in Washington.

I told him how she fulfilled me. How she challenged me. How she pushed me. I told him I'd gone to great lengths this time around to try and do the same for her. I told him about all the tiny things I'd recognized on the long drive. All the little signals that I'd ignored, or tried to forget about. I told him that I'd done everything I could to make her happy. 

It wasn't enough. 

Roy didn't talk much during my exposition. I already knew a lot about their relationship. It wasn't a favored topic of conversation with Vera, but we were close and she didn't hide much from me. After I finish, Roy is silent for a while. 

"Does she know you're here?" He says, eventually.

"Vera would kill me if she knew I was doing this," I say, laughing darkly. "No, that's not right. She would kick my ass and leave me. She'd say this was pathetic."

"The old her would say that. I'm not so sure about now."

"No, but she'll be mad."

Roy gets up, walks over to his freezer, and pulls out a giant bottle of vodka. On his way back to his chair, he snags two shot glasses from the top of his microwave.

"Roy, it's 10 in the morning..." Undaunted, Roy sits back down, pours two shots, and slides one across to me. 

"Nostrovia." He's faster than me. His finishes his shot and slams it back down on the table just as the vodka hits my tongue. The burn is awful, but I push the glass halfway across the table for a refill. This time, we clink the shots before finishing them together.

"You know," Roy says, pouring out a third round of shots, "sometimes, I think to myself, She is not worth carrying this torch. It gets heavy, and it burns my hand."

"Nostrovia." Clink.

"Ack. It never lasts. I've dated a lot of girls, and it's not the same. She's like one of those....ugh, what are they called? Manic Pixie Dream Girls?"

"Ugh. She's definitely all of those words..." Pour. Pour.

"It's like she just walks into the room and turns everything purple."

"Get out of my head, man. I can't believe you just said that. Nostrovia." This time, I keep my hand on the glass when I put it down. "I should have eaten something first."

"Why? That would just make this harder."

"Point."

"What are we even talking about? I mean really? Share her? Like shared custody? I get her on weekends and holidays?"

"No, no no no no no no no." Lengthy pause. It occurs to me that the vodka is working. "No, I mean...Polyglot." Blink. "Polygon." Try again. "Poly...poly...amorous." Pause. Is that right? "Polyamorous. She left both of us because... she cares about us enough not to cheat on us, even though we're not enough on our own. To her, a relationship is two people, and she doesn't know how to make that work." 

"Are you two gonna move up here or something?"

"Don't focus on that part. The problem will solve itself, I think."

"So you want to be in a three way relationship with me and her?"

"Roy, I only just met you. You seem like a nice guy and all, but I don't know. I just know that I need her, and she needs more than me. Maybe you need her too." My head is starting to feel heavy again.

Pour. Pour. Clink. Slam.

"Well what would that make us?"

"I don't know. I think that would... depend on how well we get along."

"She won't go for this." Pour. Pour.

"She will if you and I are together on it. Roy, you know how... guarded she is. Trying to get her to talk about you was twice as hard as anything else. She still loves you." Clink. Slam.

"That took balls to say out loud."

"Ugh, you have no idea." I groaned.

"So this is partly the vodka, but mostly truth here. I," he says, pointing at himself and speaking in a slightly grandiose fashion. It's only slightly diminished by impaired speech. "I have a type. My type is thin, athletic, with short dark hair. It's what I like, but you... You are very pretty."

"You're not so bad yourself, Tall dark and handsome." I say, with one eyebrow raised and in my best Groucho Marx voice

"No no. That came out wrong. What I meant to say is...What do you get out of this?"

"I think you've had too much..."

"Damnit...Words...I mean, like, are you just a lesbian, or are you bi like Vera?"

"Oooooooh." I stare up at the ceiling for a second. "Yes. I mean no. Wait. Yes, I'm bi. No, I'm not bi like Vera. It's not like you're either into dudes, or into chicks, or both, all black and white and checkered. There's gray."

"Huh?"

"Vera...she's....uh...what's the word? Pansexual?"

"You mean she'd have sex with dogs and stuff?"

"NO! No, uh...I just mean, she's pretty much down the middle," I say, making a slicing motion with my hand. "She likes both. Equally." I put my both hands out, palms up, held at even levels.

"Oooooh, and you..."

"Lean a little." I lower my left hand and raise the right. "I have no problem with dudes, but it's not the same." 

Bright. Very bright. I throw my arm up over my eyes, tossing back a thick white blanket. I try to crack my eyes as little as possible, and I see that I'm surrounded by white. White pillows, white sheets, white blankets, white walls, white curtains. Where the fuck...

Some of last night starts to come back to me. I bolt upright. The headache and dizziness are worth it for the piece of mind I get when I see that I'm still wearing what I wore yesterday. Nothing happened. Ok.

It takes me a few minutes to get up on my feet. I feel like I'm making a lot of noise as I make my way out into the hall. Left is...the bathroom. That makes right... yes. Ok. I take off my heeled boots, toss them down on the carpet, and do my best to walk silently through the house. Roy is passed out on the couch, legs sticking out from under the blanket and over the armrest. I continue on to the kitchen. I have to root around for a minute before I find his coffee. 

I slump down in a chair and wait. Roy continues sawing away unabated. Once the pot starts trickling, I lumber over to his cabinets. Third door's the charm. I pull out a couple mugs and fill them without waiting for the coffee maker to be done. Several drops sizzle angrily on the heating plate, but I can't wait any longer. I take a few sips from my cup for a jump start, walk into his living room, and sit down on the coffee table.

"Roy." 

He grunts. 

"Roy, wake up." 

He peeks one eye open tentatively. His brow furrows while he takes in that he's on his couch, in his living room, and that I'm sitting there.

"I made you coffee. Black." I hand it to him, and he rotates around to sit up. Then I get up and start lowering blinds and closing curtains. Roy takes a sip, followed by panicked sucking and blowing to cool his burned tongue. Then he does it again. Once I get the room down to a more comfortable level of darkness, I sit back down on the coffee table and take another few sips. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 08



"How did I get into your bed?"

Roy chuckles. "I insisted. You kept saying you could get there on your own, but you had to steady yourself on my shoulder the whole way."

"That sounds about right," I say, taking another sip. "By the way, we would have accepted anything other than 'you carried me' or 'spontaneous relocation'." Another sip.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Telling you that dudes are A-ok. Why, what else happened?"

"You told me a little bit about how you two met, which I'd never heard. After you finished that story, you kinda just sat there for a little while lost in thought. I didn't know what to say, so I started drumming my fingers. I do that sometimes, when I'm nervous. Then you started singing 'One (is the loneliest number)' to the beat."

"What?!"

Roy nodded. "Yup. I wasn't playing anything in particular, but when you started belting that out, it seemed to fit."

"Did you stop me?"

"No, I joined in! We sounded awesome, and I don't just think it was because I was drunk. I sang the high parts and pounded out the drums."

"When we tell this story later, maybe we leave that part out."

"You know, in the second chorus when the lyric is 'Number!!!'? You just about cracked a vocal chord hitting that."

"I have been called the songbird of my generation. By people who've heard me."

"Ha! Wait... Is that from Step Brothers?"

I nod, chortling a little and taking another sip.

"You know, Ms. Bradley, I think we may have something here."

I raise up my coffee cup towards him. "Nostrovia."

Clink.

Once he gets vertical, Roy heads into the kitchen and cooks up some bacon. I refill my coffee. 

"I didn't even know I knew all the lyrics to that song," I say, and slump down at the kitchen table. 

"Well it's not exactly obscure, but it is 40 years old."

Roy finishes with the bacon and brings it over to the table piled high on one plate with a couple of aspirin for each of us. It's the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. We polish off the plate in silence. Now that the coffee is kicking in, I figure that I can't put it off any more.

"Roy, I've gotta tell you a couple more things. Maybe I should have lead with these things, but I hope you'll understand why I'm hesitant."

"Ok... " He says, sounding like he's just lost all the confidence he had in this plan.

"First of all, I have a lot of money. I mean, a lot a lot."

"Are you Oprah rich?"

"Not quite. I won the lottery. I might catch her if my investment people keep going like they have been, but suffice it to say that I have enough."

"Ok..."

"The money is mine. I'm a pretty generous person, but it's mine. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm being a dick, but it's been hard having people try to crawl back into my life to get a piece. I've had to be...kind of harsh about it...with everyone. Except Vera. The money never mattered to her."

"Ok." 

"So when you were asking yesterday if we'd move here... We could. We could live anywhere, but both of us are pretty comfortable where we are. I know I am, although I can only guess for her... You're a mechanic, right?"

"Yeah. I could do that anywhere."

"Ok." I took a deep breath. "You might not..."

"No. I would still want to work."

"Ok." I try to swallow, but it gets caught in my throat. "Ok. Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok. This is hard." I finish off the rest of my coffee, and get up. I open up his freezer, pull out the nearly empty vodka bottle, grab a shot glass, and sit back down. Roy looks totally bewildered as I pour myself a shot and down it. "I have a dick." The vodka burn is a welcome distraction from the awkward silence that follows.

"Yeah...you really couldn't have lead with that, could you?"

"Nope," I croak. I stare at the vodka bottle, desperately wanting a little more courage, but it's just a bad idea all around. 

"You have a dick."

"Yup." I stare down into the empty coffee mug, and then at the empty plate. It would be great to have something to do with my hands right now.

"So, are you're not really a lesbian?"
"No, I'm a woman. 100%. I just also have 5% of a man."

"So you're 105% of a person?"

"Yeah..." 

"I don't understand."

I did my best to explain that I had my own void, and the path I'd taken to try and correct it. Roy stared silently, barely nodding his head, until I was done.

"Alright, I have a question then."

"Shoot." I feel exhausted. It's such a hard subject to broach when you care what the other person thinks. It felt weird to think that I cared what he thought, but he seemed like an alright guy. More importantly, he was important to Vera.

"If you have a dick, why do you think bringing me back will help?"

I looked at him for a minute. "I don't understand."

"If you've already got a penis and a vagina, What am I doing then?"

"Roy, no. I'm not into chicks because dongs are evil. I prefer what they give me emotionally. The same thing goes for straight chicks. I wouldn't give them what they need, even if they like dicks, vibrators and being eaten out. It's more than just having the necessary plumbing. I didn't get personality implants too, just the hardware."

Roy scratches his chin thoughtfully and leans back. 

"Can I see it?" It's hard to look at him. For the first time since Vera walked in on me in the shower, I feel like a freak. "I just... want to know what I'm getting into."

I reach out and grab the vodka bottle, taking a swig as I stand up. "Yeah. I'll be back in a minute." I set the bottle down, walk back to his bedroom and close the door. 

I hadn't really thought I was gonna get through this fully clothed, had I? I drop down on the side of the bed and take a deep breath. Then two. I'm nervous. Damnit, why do I care what he thinks? I just spent 6 months careening in and out of naked encounters living for the moment complete strangers saw it...

Because he's my best hope to keep Vera in my life. His opinion matters. Oh god, it matters a lot. 

I start to hyperventilate a little. Oh god, what do I do? It feels like this whole episode, everything from the fight until this moment, now hinges on what he thinks of a pound and a half of flesh tucked into my pant leg....Oh God!

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. I gasp and start rubbing at my eyes with my palms. Roy peeks his head in after a second.

"Jaimie? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." 

I shake my head as he walks across the room to sit down next to me. "No, it's ok. It's a lot to ask of you to just sign on blind. This whole thing has been a sidewinder. I'm just frazzled." I start to get up, but he puts a hand on my shoulder and easily keeps me down. 

"No. If you were just a regular girl, I wouldn't have asked. It was unfair. I want to do this. I want to do this for Vera," and after a pause he added, "and for myself."

I laugh-cry a little, still rubbing my face with my palms. "You know, if I spend the rest of my life explaining it, you'll still never know how much I needed to hear that." I can't stop from sniffling. His hand on my shoulder is comforting, and he gives me a minute to compose myself a little before continuing

"Truth be told, I asked because I want to see it for myself. I shouldn't have tried to make it about you needing to show me." 

"Well, there's nothing sexier than a crying, sniffling girl showing you her surgically enhanced genitals, is there?" I laugh as I get up, but it comes out all nasally.

"Jaimie you don't have to do this now."

'No. It's ok. I want to." I sound a little more like myself as I turn around, and unbutton my jeans. One more deep breath. I tuck my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and my boxers, and down they go. "I know. Not the sexiest ensemble, but I had very little options for clothes after I ran out the door." My dick is being shy, and I can't stop my hands from fidgeting; smoothing out my shirt, picking off a piece of lint, clenching and unclenching. Roy looks at it for a second, and then up at me with a nod. 

"Roy, do you not know where to look?"

"I admit, I'm a little unsure of the protocol for a situation like this..."

"We're making this up as we go along. It's ok to look at it."

"Well alright then." Roy looks down again, tilting his head a little. "Man, you got a good one..."

"Right?!"

"Yeah. But it suits you."

"I know! When I was recovering and couldn't see it, I was worried that my hips were gonna make it look small..."

"No, it's just the right amount of width..." The awkwardness of the conversation hits me. I'm not sure what else to say. Roy is staring more intently now. 

"You know how you were saying that the plumbing isn't as important?" I nod. "Whenever I look for porn, I need it to have a big dick like that, and it's all I look at. I'm not gay, but sometimes I can't stop staring."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I say. "Wait, aren't you around this size too?" He nods and stands up. His erection is pushed down his pants. It doesn't seem as impressive against his leg, but then he's nearly a foot taller than I am. I can feel my cock stir looking down at the bulge in his pants. 

When he pulls them down, his cock springs up and smacks his stomach. He's definitely bigger than me, but I have the illusion of being much bigger since I'm so much shorter. It's getting harder now

"Man, that's impressive," I say. "Can you suck on it?"

"Me? No, I'm not nearly flexible enough." I start to smile. "Wait a minute, you can?" I nod, grinning. "Can I see it?"

I strip off my shirt and bra without really thinking about it and hop down next to the ottoman at the end of his bed. I roll back onto my shoulders and spin so my back is against the ottoman, and I'm basically laying on my neck.

"I haven't done this in months," I say, grinning even wider for a moment. Slowly, I curl in on myself, knees coming down past my head to graze just above the carpet. When the head presses against my lips, I lock eyes with him. Roy is squatted down next to me, cock fully rigid and hovering just to my left. 

With a long exhale, my torso compresses even further, and I slide my lips along the first four inches of my wonderful cock. Roy makes a long "awwwww" sound. I inhale, straightening and pulling out all but the head, and then exhale and back down. I blink slowly, partially to drive him wild, and partially because I'm driving myself wild. My tits are pressed up against my thighs, and each trip up and down rubs them skin to skin. I reach one hand around my thighs to press gently against my asshole while the other hand reaches out for his cock. Roy hardly notices at first, staring so intently at me giving myself a blowjob. It's flattering. 

"Roy?" He doesn't move right away, so I keep stroking him off while I lower my cock back down to my mouth and inhale as much as I can take. On my next breath, I pull out again.

"Roy?"

"Uhhh, yes?"

"Why don't you put this in my ass?"

"Are you serious right now?!" I try to nod, but I can barely move my head, so I just say 

"Yes."

Roy runs out of my field of vision, so I let myself enjoy the moment. I try to keep my breathing short so as much of it stays in my mouth as possible. Then Roy is climbing over me to sit above me on the ottoman.

"You've got quite a view from up there, huh?" I say, giggling for a second before sucking it back it. Roy's focus is relentless though. He squirts a healthy amount of lube on my ass, and fingers it all around. He pushes harder and harder until they're a few inches inside. His fingers in my ass are unexpected, and it teases out a little squeal from me. Another squirt just out of my field of vision, but I can hear him rubbing it all over that mammoth cock of his. When he pops back out above me, I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I'd never really thought about doing this, but it felt so right to suggest in the moment. As he leans over me and squats down, both our eyes are locked on the tip of his cock. I feel him press against me, and he holds it for a second while he looks down at me. After a second, he pushes down. 

I groan loudly around my cock. As he pushes, I feel my back stretching, and new lengths of cock enter my mouth. I feel my jaw stretch just a little too. It's sooooo much. He pulls out a little, and my body uncompresses. This time, when he pushes down, I push back. As I straighten out, my cock pulls almost all the way out of my mouth. Roy wasn't expecting me to come up while he was going down, and just like that, most of his cock is in my ass. 

"Get it in there," I said breathlessly. "Push harder." 

Roy reached back and grabbed hold of the bed to brace himself, and then started ramming his dick down. I feel his balls slap my ass cheeks on the first push, and his thighs the next. Sweet christ, that thing is huge... My cock gets shoved down into my mouth. After about the fifth push, my cock hit my epiglottis. I have a slight gag reflex, but it's nothing I can't handle. Suddenly, Roy grabs my hips and lifts me just a little.

"Hey, how sensitive are your balls?"

"Somewhat, but less than for guys, I think. Why?" Roy doesn't answer. He just lowers me down and pins my cock against the back of my throat again. I see him scoop them up, and I can feel him slide them back over my pussy. His cock is throbbing in my ass, which not only feels amazing, but it's causing my cock to throb a little. The whole thing is a giant throbfest. He puts two fingers in my pussy. I groan, as much as I'm able to, as he stretches the lips to one side, and then the other. I look up at him with just a hint of worry, but he's intent on my pussy. Pulls to one side, and then the other. The I feel him slide my balls back, and with a little pressure...Oooooh!! One ball is in...Oooooh both balls. Both balls are tucked into my pussy!!!

"This is the hottest thing I have ever seen..." Roy says, shortly before he begins pounding my ass. I can only take the pleasure thats assaulting me from all sides for a few minutes, and with very little warning, I cum in my mouth. I can't swallow all curled up like I am, and my mouth is overflowed with cum. I can just barely breath through my nose. My eyes flutter, and I float away in a sea of exquisite agony. Somewhere far away, Roy is yelling at the top of his lungs. 

I almost fall to the side when he finally stands up and pulls out. Cum has run down my cheeks, and gotten into my hair. I swallow what remains, but the mess is made. Damn... I taste good today... I have to stretch back out slowly. Uncoiling is a wonderful pain in the post-fuck glow of tired muscles. Roy is leaning back against the bed, eyes goggling the ceiling. 

"Oh my god. Watching your eyes bug out while you came in your mouth. That was amazing..." I delicately remove my balls from my pussy and roll over onto all fours. "That was a fuckton of cum. How long has it been for you?!"

"Two days," I say. Roy laughs incredulously.

"Oh my god, you look like some kind of sex zombie. Cum is allll over your face." I stick my tongue out at him and turn to the bathroom I saw. I spend a minute wiping off my face and catching his cum as it dribbles down my legs. I come out a few minutes later and sit down next to him on the ottoman. 

"That was new for me," I say, still a little short of breath. 

"Oooh, points for originality!" 

I reach over and take hold of his cock. It is impressive. 

"Easy, killer! It's still sensitive..."

"Sorry, sorry!" I say, politely putting it back where I found it. 

"Wait, are you ready to go again?!" 

"You bet your fucking ass I am," I say, grinning. 

"Actually..."

"Actually what?"

"Would you?"

"...Would I what?"

"You know... fuck me."

"Have you ever done that before?"

"Well, technically no..."

"And you want to start with this?" I say, grabbing my cock at the base and pointing it at him. 

"Well, I mean, I masturbate with a dildo sometimes." 

"Let me see it." 

Roy gets up and walks around his bed, and when he returns a few seconds later, he hands me a black butt plug. It not as thick as we are... but it's not nothing. I hold it in my hand for a minute, glancing back and forth between it and my cock.

"Are you sure?" I ask. 

"Kind of. It feels like something we should get out of the way."

"Roy, come on. You don't have to do this to get it out of the way." 

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Of course I do. It's a day that ends in Y," I say, grinning. "But that's not the point..."

"Then what's the problem?"

"If this is gonna be your first time, don't you want it to be special?"

"Do you love her?" 

I'm shocked a little. "Of course I do."

"Then it is special. Do it for her. We're gonna be partners in this."

"I literally can't keep saying no to this, you know." 

"Then what are you waiting for," he asks as he gets up and onto the bed. I pause for a minute longer, just watching him move. Roy is a muscular guy. I hadn't really seen it before. When he's bent over on the bed, I can't stop from tilting my head just a little and staring at his ass. It's heavily muscled, just like the rest of him. Not unlike Vera's ass, but larger and narrower at the same time. 

"If Vera finds out you did this," I say as I crawl up onto the bed behind him, "she's gonna want to use her strapon." 

"Then I guess we're gonna have to tell her." His frankness is shocking. 

"Let me know if any of this feels uncomfortable." I crawl right up behind him on all fours, and settle back on my heels. He's so tall, his ass is right in front of my face. I reach between his legs and grab his semi-rigid cock, and start a downward, squeezing handjob. Like milking. After a few strokes, I plant my other hand across his ass and pull the cheek to the side with my thumb. When I lean in and press my tongue to his anus, he shudders, and his cock twitches in my hand. 

"Relax, Roy. Just relax." 

"Ok," he says. His voice trembles just a little.

This time when I put my tongue on his button, he doesn't flinch. I drag the tip up and down, pressing harder each time over. Roy is breathing heavily, but his cock is getting harder in my hands. That's a good sign. 

I push down on his anus, and my tongue breaks through after some initial resistance. Once his cock becomes hard enough that I can't squeeze it and get anywhere, I lean back.

"I don't normally do this, but I'm gonna assign a safe word. Banana, ok? This might hurt, and that's alright. You can cry out, and I'll slow down, but I'm gonna keep going until you say banana, ok?"

"Ok."

"What's the word?"

"Banana." He doesn't sound annoyed, so I feel like I've handled that well. I spring up and square away behind him. The difference is our height is making this awkward. The tip of my cock only comes up just a little past his asshole when he's bent all the way over. 

"Ok, I'm gonna need you to move up closer to the wall and kinda lean against it instead of bein bent over like this..."

He does so without comment. I scoot in behind him and throw a pillow under my knees. With him being up at like a 30 degree bend, his ass is much closer to my cock now. I wonder...

I squeeze up against him, cock pressed between his ass cheeks, and reach around his waist. If I lean just a little to the side..

"Oh yeah. This is gonna work," I say. I turn around and grab the lube bottle from where he tossed it earlier, and put a dime of it on my fingertip. Gently, I press it up between his cheeks and into his ass. He arches his back towards the wall at first. "Shhhhh. Relax. Just relax." He returns to the position I'd had him in before, and I work my finger in his ass for a minute. I grin, enjoying dragging it out, but eventually I pull it out and get to lubing up myself. I line up behind him, one hand on his hip and the other guiding my cock, when he turns his head to look over his shoulder at me.




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 08



"Be gentle..." he whispers.

"Remember. Banana." With that, I begin pushing. Roy instantly cries out. I haven't quite gotten the head in, so I push for just a second longer until it pops into his ass, which draws another, louder yelp. I stay put for a few seconds. His ass is just about the tightest thing I've ever put my cock into. It's just shy of painful for me, so I can't imagine how much it hurts him..

When his breathing slows down, my fingers grip down on his waist for traction, and I push another inch or two inside. Now he's crying through gritted teeth. 

"You don't have to go through with this," I say again, although I'm rapidly approaching the point where I'm gonna have to fuck something. Roy just nods his head vigorously. This time, when my fingers tighten, he tenses in preparation. 

Another inch or two. I've got about a third of my dick in his ass. For the first time, I begin to pull out a bit, only to push back to this point again. Out to the tip, back into his ass. Slightly faster. Out to the tip, back into his ass. Slightly faster.

After a minute or so, after pulling out to the tip, I go in really slowly and push to about the halfway mark. Roy grunts like he's dead lifting a car. The thrill of doing this to him is driving me out of my mind. 

Out to the tip, back to the freckle. Slightly faster. Slightly faster. Slightly faster. Several minutes of this. He's taking this like a champ.

"One last push," I say, through gritted teeth of my own. Dear GOD he's tight. I pull out to the tip, drip some extra lube along the length of my cock, and this time I don't stop until my balls touch his thigh. Roy cries out during the last three inches. 

I hold steady there. The pressure his ass is putting on my cock is almost enough to cross my eyes. He could make a diamond in there! My left hand slides around to grip the front of his hip, and I lean slightly to the right to get my other hand around to his cock. It feels like it wants to explode in my hand. I love the feel of my tits pushed up against his back like this. 

From here, it's all hip action for me. I roll back and thrust, keeping myself close enough to keep my hand firmly on his cock. After a few experimental thrusts, I start jerking him off. Roy's cries have dropped to a low wail, warbling up and down in time with the rhythm of my cock in his ass. My hand has a great angle for the reach around, and the motion feels just like stroking myself off, so the muscle memory takes over. I tend to squeeze and jerk myself kind of hard, but Roy doesn't tap out. 

From this angle, my cock is able to come about halfway out before pushing back in. I don't go for speed here, though. I let the size of my cock and the tightness of his ass do all the work. It's a slow, relentless drive, followed by an agonizing retreat. 

Roy looks over his shoulder at me. His expression is unreadable, but it feels like a challenge. I keep the eye contact as much as I'm able to. 

God damnit, his ass is like a vice, and it's not loosening up. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was even tighter. My hand picks up the pace, stroking over the last few inches and the head. 

The way that he keeps staring at me is driving me nuts, and after another minute of that, I feel my orgasm start to build. I'm the first to break the eye contact, looking down at the disappearing and reappearing gap between our bodies. I love to watch my cock disappear like this, and it happens while I'm doing that. The cum shooting up my cock gets pinched and backed up by how tight his ass is, but each time I push home, a little bit works it's way out. It causes my orgasm to come in waves, stretched out over about 30 seconds. I thrust a few extra times before the sensation is too much, and end up with about 8 inches parked inside his ass. I put every last ounce of strength I have into my handwork, and from the way Roy is squirming, I've almost got him there. But after another minute or so, my arm starts to get tired. 

"Here," he says, "let me do that. You just stay put." His hand takes over. From behind, his arm is a blur of motion. I start to get a little harder listening to him, so I try to push a little deeper, but he clamps down harder than ever. It's a fight, but I keep going when he doesn't ask me to stop. 

When he finally cums, I hear it splat against his headboard. Roy bellows, louder and longer and deeper than he did he was the one doing the fucking. When it sounds like he's nearly finished, I push my hips out hard and pop my dick out in one motion. With one final cry, Roy collapses onto his side, humming and shivering. 

I'm sitting back on my heels, panting and smiling. Roy hasn't moved yet, but he seems more composed. 

"I know you don't want to move yet, but you've got about a minute before all that cum starts pouring back out."

"Ahh fuck it," he says, rolling onto his back and stretching his legs out. "It's already all over the bed up here." He stares up at the ceiling through glassy eyes for a while, seemingly unaware of me. I spend the time looking more closely at his body. Roy's definitely a bit of a hunk, if not a true hottie. 

"You can't be serious..." he says out of nowhere. "Already?"

"What? I'm just lookin!"

"You're hard!!"

"Yeah, well, what do you want from me?"

"Hit the showers, and make it a cold one." I grin as I hop off the bed. Legs are a little wobbly underneath, but I make it to the bathroom without incident. I jump in and crank the hot water. It feels lovely as it runs over my body, and the piss I take is legendary.

Just as I get all soaped up, Roy shoves his hand around the shower curtain, holding it vertically with his thumb raised. I shut off the water and pull back the curtain. He's still just as naked as I am. Little rivulets of cum are dribbling down his legs.

"I'm in," he says, "but we do this as a team. For her."

"For Vera," I say, taking his hand and shaking it. Roy's face is fairly solemn, but then I realize mine is too. The moment has a lot of weight to it. This isn't a moment for back slapping and high fives. We're partners now. Roy nods and shuts the shower curtain for me before sitting down on the toilet. Once he squats down, my cum really starts falling out. I can't help but giggle at the sounds it makes. Roy chuckles too. 

"Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." 

Roy just laughs.

The drive home is fun. Roy has an easy way about him, which is probably the only reason any of this has even the slightest chance of working. We have trouble following what the other one is saying sometimes, making small missteps in communication. Under basically any other circumstance, Roy and I might have gone on one date and decided we weren't right for each other, but these aren't other circumstances. We begin to lay down the groundwork for our partnership; showing a united front, sharing equally if not exactly your turn now my turn, etc. I offer to let Roy stay at my place for a while while we feel out how this works. 

Roy is still a little skeptical that Vera will go for it, but I have no doubts about his commitment. He seems more nervous about seeing her again than I do, but I'm terrified. I basically walked out on her three days ago and threw away my phone. She's going to be pissed. 

Roy does most of the driving, for which I am extremely grateful. As we stop at convenience stores and restaurants, I begin to see that Roy is treating me like a beloved little sister. Friendly, respectful, and protective. I have to admit I enjoy it. He reminds me of Dave. I don't know that Roy and I will keep up a sexual relationship of our own, but I kinda hope we do. It would be a shame not to.

It's a Thursday when we finally get into town. We drive by my apartment first, but her car isn't there. We stop for a bit so I can show him around and we can get cleaned up. Later, I drive us over to the house she rents. I have a much easier time walking up to her door with Roy by my side than I did walking up to Roy's alone. 

I square up to her door and take a deep breath before knocking. I can hear Massive Attack playing inside. At first there's nothing, but then I hear thundering footsteps coming from the back. A few seconds later, Vera throws open her door and stares in shock. She looks terrible. Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are all puffy and red. She launches herself across the threshold and wraps me in a hug.

"Damnit! Jaimie where have you been?!" She says, burying her face in my shoulder. "Why didn't you answer your phone?!"

"Vera..." I say, barely hugging her and looking to the side at Roy with an apologetic expression. He nods acquiescently. 

"I was so worried!!" She continues. "You can't scare me like that! I can't take that!! I care about you too much!!" 

"Vera..." I start to push her out of the hug, but she clamps down tighter for a moment. 

"I take it all back," she says sadly. I shake my head at Roy, and he nods again.

"Vera, sweetie..."

"Why aren't you..." she says as she finally backs up and Roy steps forward into her peripheral vision. She half turns, takes one look at him, and faints.

I manage to snake an arm under her shoulder, and Roy gets her other side before she falls. After a moment of jockeying, Roy scoops her up and carries her to the couch. It feels like a good omen that we kept her from hitting the ground. I shut her door behind us.

Her eyes are fluttering back open as I sit down on her coffee table in front of her. Roy is pacing behind me.

"Rrr...rr...Roy?! Roy, what are you doing here?!" Then her eyes lock on mine. "What is Roy doing here?!"

"Sweetie, calm down," but she only seems to get more anxious.

"Are you gonna try and break your revenge record? Tie me up and make me watch while you two fuck each other?"

"You have a revenge sex record?" Roy says, confusedly.

I half turn to talk over my shoulder. "It's more of a bar than a record," I say, and then turn back to Vera, "and it's set way higher than that."

"Then why is my ex-boyfriend Roy here?" She's really panicking now. "Is that where you went?"

"Yeah. I went to Washington to talk to Roy." 

"Omg, this IS a revenge thing..."

"Vera, calm down," Roy says. "This is not a revenge thing. Jaimie came to see me to talk about you. She really cares about you." I kinda liked the way Roy stepped in. It felt...authoritative. Vera is sobbing lightly. I knew she felt regret for leaving Roy. Both times. If even talking about him was hard, seeing him must be tearing her up.

"We both really care about you," I amend. "I'm sorry for the way I left, but I couldn't let you end it with me like that. I need you in my life, Vera Stone. I love you. So when you tried to pull away to save me from yourself, I acted." I get up, and walk away to the window. Roy sits down next to where I had been.

"Vera, I have been in love with you since our freshman year. I will always love you, and when you're gone, my life is a shell of itself." 

It is much harder to hear him talk to her like that than I had expected. I turn towards the window and put my hands on the sill. I knew I was going to have to see them have sex, but hearing the tenderness in his voice as he told My Vera he loved her was worse. Suddenly, Roy's voice is louder, like he's talking at me. 

"For her." 

I look back over my shoulder and nod at him.

"What is happening right now?" Vera asks, bewildered. 

"When Jaimie came to see me, she... ah... she." Roy seemed to be having as much trouble as I was. He had to clear his throat before continuing. "She suggested something a little, erm, unorthodox."

"I suggested sharing you," I say, walking back over to sit next to Roy. "It was something you said. That no one had ever really filled the void and maybe nobody ever would. So I thought, well, if neither of us can do it alone, maybe we can together."

Vera breaks down again, although she'd never really stopped crying. After a minute, she calmed down enough to say "I can't ask you guys to do that for me."

"You're not asking us," Roy says. "We're telling you." At this, Vera seems to finally begin calming down. 

"We'll admit this is way out into new territory for both of us," I say, "but we're in it for the long haul."

"How much did you tell him?" She says abruptly, looking at me.

"He knows about most of it. There wasn't time to tell every story, but I hit all the highlights."

"Even about your..."

"Yes, he knows about my cock," I say crassly. She looks at him, waiting for some a sign of acceptance. Roy smirks.

"OMIGOD, did you two fuck?!"

I nod. Roy is nodding too. "We shared a lot," I say. "We think we can handle doing this for you." 

Vera almost tears up again, but shakes it off. "This is insane... You're both insane. I can't. .." She plants her hands on her knees.

"You can let us try," I say, reaching out to place a hand on top of hers. Roy mirrors me. She just looks down for a while. This was the moment I'd worried about the most. What we're proposing is sinking in, and she's thinking about it. We knew she'd reject it out of hand and we brushed that off, but if she really decides this isn't something she wants to be a part of... Roy and I share a glance. Our free hands find each other on the edge of the coffee table. 

"So what happens now?" We both let out a sigh. It felt like I'd been holding my breath about this since Washington. Roy's smile is warm. I can identify; Vera is back in his life.

"Now," I say, "we test drive this thing." Roy stands up first. He pulls up Vera, and I'm on my feet right after.

"Jaimie had something she wanted to try to start off." Roy leads her by the hand. I linger behind for a moment, basking in a deeply triumphant feeling. This is might work... Dear God in Heaven, it might work. 

Vera and Roy are stripping off their clothes as they go down the hall. I take my time, dragging my fingertips along the edge of the couch, along the mantlepiece, and along the hallway walls. Roy is positioning Vera, who is wearing only a pair of heeled boots, in the middle of the room by the time I get there. Feet a foot and a half apart. She keeps trying to grab him and kiss him, but he deftly deflects her and continues. 

"Stand still," he says, as he strips off the last of his clothes. I lean against the doorframe, perversely enjoying her frustration and confusion. Vera has one hand planted on her hips while the other palms her forehead, her black bangs fanned out above her head between her fingers as Roy kneels down in front of her and plants his mouth on her pussy. 

Her eyes are a mess of day old makeup, and her cheeks are still discolored and splotchy. She locks her knees, and puffs out her cheeks. Roy's chin keeps opening and closing. Judging by her face, he listened to my advice.

"Did you teach him that?" She says, looking at me. I nod, but remain in the door. I'm more content watching this unfold than I thought I'd be. I thought I'd need to get in there as soon as he did and make sure she knew I was helping, but... she closes her eyes and rolls her head back. One hand settles in Roy's hair. "Roy, I know this isn't your favorite, but you've gotten better. And are you just going to stand there the whole time?" I pop myself off the wall, and stride over across the room. I grab her cheeks, and our lips say all the apologies, all the I'm sorries. I punctuate the kiss with a sharp spank on her ass.

"That's for slapping my tit that one time," I say as I walk behind her and begin stripping down. 

"In college?!" I just chuckle, feeling the urge to be joining in now. I have to yank off my shoes when the laces take too long, but it's only 20 seconds after the slap that I kneel down behind her. "Oh, it's like this, is it?"

"Be a dear and give us a hand or two?" I say, spreading my knees to the outside of Vera's heels. She plays it up, running her hands back along her hips and over her ass cheeks in circles before finally grabbing a fistfull each and parting. Her purple nail polish is stunning against the white and pink masterpiece before me. 

Leaning in feels like diving into a cool, clear pool on a hot summer day. Like that first sip of a can of Coke. She's so warm against my lips... against my tongue. 

Vera writhes between us. I put a hand on her thigh, steadying. Reaffirming. Supporting. My other hand wanders between her legs blindly for a moment before finding Roy's waiting cock. It leaps at my touch, and a second later I feel his hand find mine, but his fingers more encircle it than anything else. ..

"It's not gonna break," I whisper, squeezing down on his cock. He tentatively grasps it tighter, and then tighter. And then just a little tighter. And then a lot tighter! Mother fucker, he works with his hands! I whimper, cooing into Vera's ass. I do my best to match him although I don't quite have the hand strength, and when I start stroking he matches. Holy fucking shit, he has the fucking kung fu action grip!! 

Vera pulls a hand away from her cheek to grab a fistful of hair on the back of my head and shoves my face into her ass as hard as she can. "Don't lose focus back there..." I bite her cheek when she lets go and find my focus again. Dear god, this ass...it's not even right. 

She opens up to me, and my tongue slides up and in. Up and in. Up and in. I roll my tongue as tightly as I can and push, and she opens further. She's not fighting it at all. She's letting this happen to her and around her. It's the most passive I think I've ever seen her. I know it won't always be this way, and I wouldn't want it to, but it's amazing right now. 

Vera's moans dip low, an octave reserved for the early waves of an orgasm. I hear Roy, opposite me, grunt in effort as he shifts his attention to her clit. Good boy...

I let go of Roy's cock and wrap my hands around her knees to keep her from buckling, and the extra leverage I get lets me push my tongue just that much further inside her. Her hands disappear in front of her, grabbing Roy for support, and her ass cheeks slap back against my face. The raw muscle pushes me back, but I close my eyes and burrow back to that sweet spot and keep working my tongue in her ass. 

Vera has about a half minute of buildup, breathing heavier and slower and louder as she goes. From soft moans, to loader groans, and eventually just plain screaming. It echoes loudly in the room. Vera must be dripping wet on the other side because Roy is slurping away. I pull back first, leaning and admiring the view. Vera is bent a bit forward now, her arms pressed down on Roy's shoulders and her head hung down. Her whole torso heaves up and down with each breath. When Roy finally pulls away, a long strand of her cum on his chin stretches and hangs between them. It snaps just after he finally settles back on his heels, but it gets me thinking...

"Was that what you had in mind?" Roy says, tilting his head to the side to grin at me around Vera's motionless legs. 

"For starters," I say, returning the grin. Roy looked up at Vera, one eyebrow raised.

"Just go with it," she said, finally standing upright and twisting back to look at me. "She's got imagination."

"On the bed," I say, jerking a thumb behind me. Roy bounces to his feet and escorts Vera there. When she gets to the edge, she turns and finally connects a kiss with him. Her face is fraught with emotion, pulling him down to her. He's tender, caressing her cheek and staring into her eyes. She crawls backwards onto the bed when she finally pulls away, and he lumbers up on all fours to follow her. She reaches down and splits open her pussy lips for him with two fingers. I move around behind them, watching his cock dangle between his legs as he hovers over her. He leans down to kiss her again, but I'm hopelessly focused on his dick, poised just above her pussy. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 09



"Sweetheart, it's so good to see you again!" My mom repeats herself, for maybe the third time, as we're sitting down in the kitchen. "I know it's not 'cool' to say stuff like this, but it made me feel so much better that you called so often when you and your friend were on your road trip"

"Of course, Mom," I say. "We had so much fun. The best parts, honestly, were all the parts in between the destinations, you know what I mean?"

"Random sunsets? Mountain views?"

'Yeah! Goin across New Mexico and Texas was spectacular!"

"I remember the last time your father and I were in Texas," She says, staring off into the distance and smirking. "Great times in Austin."

"Austin is a weird town."

"That's why we loved it!" she says, laughing. "So you getting settled back in at your apartment?"

"Yeah, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." Slight confusion with just a hint of concern crosses her face, but she doesn't push. "I'm gonna be purchasing some property and having a home built on it."

"Oh dear, that's lovely news!"

"I know! I'm really excited! I just started talking to an architect about the design, and he had some really great ideas."

"Congratulations, sweetheart. There's a lot about owning a home that doesn't come in any manuals, so if you have any questions about the process, or about any part of the house once you get in there, you know you can call us."

"I will," I say, but she runs right over me.

"Who am I kidding! You've probably got someone on that team of yours that's forgotten more about houses and owning property than I will ever know."

"Mom, I promise I'll call."

"Uh huh," she says disbelievingly, but with a light laugh. "So what brought this on? That apartment was really pretty. Was there something wrong with it?"

"No, the apartment was great. I just thought it was time to upgrade to something a little..." I pause, taking a deep steadying breath before continuing, "bigger."

"Bigger?" She says with a smile that spreads pretty wide pretty quick. "Jaimie, did you meet someone?"

"Well, sorta"

"Sorta? So it's not someone new? Is it Vera?! Oh sweetie, I always kinda wondered about you two, but it wasn't my place to pry."

"S...sorta."

"That's wonderful news, Jaimie Bird, on both accounts! But wait, weren't you telling me Vera has a boyfriend right now? Ray? No, Roy."

"That's what I meant when I said sorta." My mom furrows her brow for a moment, and then shocks me to my core by smiling.

"So it's like an...uh... open relationship?"

"Well no, not open. It's just the three of us." I can feel my skin turning beet red, and my mom goes into spin control.

"Sweetie, there's no need to be embarrassed! There's no judgement here!" I take a few deep breaths. Seeing that same comforting smile I got every time I skinned my knee, or got my heart broken in high school, has a powerful effect. Everything is gonna be alright, it says. "We probably should have told you before, but your father and I are swingers."

"What?!"

"Yep," she says, nodding. "Since long before we adopted two. We never told you because that's hard news to break to your kid at any age, and it's hard for kids to think of parents that are together as anything other than faithful." I fall back in my chair a bit, shock plain on my face. Suddenly, all those individual business trips each of them took makes a tiny bit more sense.

"You and dad swing?"

"Yep. I'm sorry, honey. You really deserved to know a long time ago, but we were nervous."

I fidget with my pleated skirt, mostly for something to do with my hands. My head is spinning just a little bit.

"Sweetie, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just thought that was going to be the one dropping the bombs today."

"Honey," she says, laughing as she sits up to grab her iced tea, "You'd have to do a lot to surprise me." Oh, I could, but maybe that's a conversation for another time. "I'm so glad you decided to come for Thanksgiving this year. Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah, but can I tell you I'm terrified about it?"

"Oh honey I know." She takes a sip of her tea and leans back. "It just kills me to think how close you and Davey were."

I lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees and nod.

"And now you two haven't spoken in, what, four years? You're both too stubborn for your own good."

"Well, I'm hopeful. I feel like I've grown a lot in the last year, and I've... um... well I've realized that it was mostly me. All me, in fact."

"Oh now thats bullshit. It takes two to tango, Jaimie Bird." I used to love being called that. I'm 10 years old again. "And the real shame of it,"

"No, I know. Carol Ann is a really nice lady, and she's great for Dave. I know."

"A nice lady? She's not some spinster librarian, Jaimie!"

"She's a lovely person," I say with exaggerated hand gestures. "Is that better?"

"Much," she says, chuckling. "Now come upstairs. I want to show you something."

I follow her up the stairs. It still feels a little bit surreal to walk through my childhood home. I've been back plenty of times, but the nostalgia is always impossible to avoid. I pause at the top of the stairs, looking down the hall at my old room, and when I turn back, I see that my mom has pulled off her shirt and is reaching back to undo her bra.

"Mom!!"

"What?" She says, not stopping as she turns the corner into her room. "Now that I know you like this kind of thing, it's ok to look. Plus, I have a spectacular rack." she says. Well... We're not related, and she's only about 15 years older than me. Part of me thinks that if I didn't have my balls pumping testosterone all the time I'd have been out the door, but I'm just a bit curious. I follow her into the bedroom and flop down on the bed.

"So was that what you wanted to show me?"

"No," she says from the closet. I see that her skirt is on the floor. She roots around for a minute, and then comes back out with a small piece of green cloth in her hands. She was right. Her rack is spectacular. "I wanted you to see this new one piece swimsuit slash yoga suit." She's maybe a 36c, and it looks like she's never gone more than 4 hours without a bra on because she's unbelievably perky. She's perkier than I am, for heavens sakes. She's not wearing any underwear either. Her pubic hair is trimmed to a tight little red V.

"Oh, you're blushing! That's priceless!" Now that she mentions it, I do feel a little flush. "Alright, I won't tease you." She turns around and she bends over to slip it on. Not better! I can't help but stare at her ass, especially when she lifts a leg and I can see the pucker. I swallow hard, but I don't look away either. She slides it up, then lifts the straps up over her shoulders. She's adjusting her tits in it as she turns around, and wow. She does look really good in it.

"What do you..."

"I think you look really great, mom! Dad is gonna flip!"

"Jaimie, what's that?" She's pointing right at me.

"What's whaaOH!" My skirt is pitching a tent. I immediately put my hands over it and push it down.

"Jaimie?" This is the reaction I was expecting earlier, but I was really hoping to never have this conversation. I keep trying to look up, but it's harder than it should be

"Mom, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry about what dear?" she says, distractedly. She hasn't stopped staring at my skirt, and I can't lift my eyes up off the floor. "Jaimie?" I start to panic.

"I...um..."

"You..."

"I..."

"You... have..."

"Yeah"

She's quiet for a minute.

"You have a penis now?"

I nod.

"When did this happen? How is this even possible? Are you sick?"

I shake my head. My face feels hot. "I didn't have my appendix out."

She's quiet for another minute.

"You...had one put in surgically?"

I nod.

"Sweetie, are you, like, a man trapped in a womans body?"

"No!"

"It's ok if you are, sweetie!"

I shake my head.

"So you're still a girl. Woman, sorry. You're a woman. With a penis."

I nod.

"OK then," she says with such a tone of acceptance. I look up at her, and there's that smile again. "Sweetie, you don't have to feel ashamed here. Or anywhere for that matter. This is something you wanted? Something that was missing?"

I nod emphatically. She moves over to sit next to me on the bed and puts an arm around my shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with being who you are, Jaimie. We always tried to teach you that you could be whoever, or whatever, you wanted to be, and we meant it. Whether that means you want to be an astronaut, or a policewoman, or gay, or have a penis, it doesn't matter. We'll always accept you and support you, although this time you really did surprise me!" I lean my head on her shoulder, and she reaches up to push the hair back from my face.

"Actually, now that I think about it, it's incredibly flattering that I found out like this!"

"Mom!"

"No, I mean your father is always telling me how hot I am, and I get it from other people too, but there's no one else in the world whose opinion matters more to me than yours."

"Dad still tells you how hot you are?"

"Oh yeah. He's a hound." She grins, and suddenly she's very distant. "Can I see it?"

"OK!" I say, sitting upright. "Getting weird!"

"C'mon! You got to see me completely naked. Fair is fair."

"How is that fair? You got to see me naked dozens of times!"

"You were a little kid then. Doesn't count."

"...Was I gonna have to get naked for you anyway? I mean, You stripped down before you knew there was anything new to see. Was this always gonna be quid pro quo and I just didn't know it?!"

"Oh! No. I'm not big on women. We're all beautiful and unique flowers, sure," she says, rolling her eyes and twirling her hands. "Those melons you're smuggling don't do anything for me besides fill me with sympathy for your back, but a cock... That's a horse of a different color. I'm a cock girl. Always have been."

I swallow hard again. This feels like one of those decisions that I should have time to weigh the options of, but everything is moving so fast and the stew is starting to simmer. I nod, stand up, and walk a few feet away. I take a few deep breaths before turning around. My mom is still sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling calmly. Everything will be all right. I reach down and lift up the hem of the skirt.

"Sweet mother of god!" She exclaims, and although her hand reaches up to cover her mouth, I can see by her eyes that she's smiling. "You're that long soft?!"

I nod. Her hand drops from her mouth to her heart. No, not her heart. My eyes bulge a little.

"How long is it right now?"

"8 and a half." Something catches my eye, but I can't put my finger on it.

"And how long does it get?"

"10 and a half." She is breathing heavier. Suddenly, I spot the thing that caught my eye before. Her swimsuit is dark at the bottom. I immediately feel my cock start moving, and the skirt goes back down.

"Jaimie, you don't have to be..."

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Jaimie, please? Can I see it again?" My head moves back an inch as she stands up.

"I just want to see it." The attention is causing my cock to swell and stand out, betraying the fact that I'm turned on by her reaction. I had hoped to hide that. Pretty soon though, my skirt is really just draped over it. It will not go down. Another hard swallow, and I lift up the skirt. It's bunched up in my hands, held tight to my stomach.

She leans to one side, and then the other. She keeps her distance, but she kinda steps to one side. Then a little more. She's looking at me in profile, and her jaw is dropped.

"That is magnificent," she says as she squats down to look at it on it's level.

"I got really lucky with the donor...?" I can't think of what else to say. What else could I say?!

"It looks so real! Not that it's fake. I mean, it just looks like it fits!" That stew of hormones is coursing through me now. Conflicting feelings of estrogen and testosterone. My cock flutters once more, and it feels like I'm pretty much maxed out.

"Can I touch it?" I'm nodding before I even think about it. What?!? Fucking hormones! What is happening right now?

My mom (My Mom?!) settles down in front of me on her knees. She gets down beneath it, staring and following the veins down to the balls. She resettles herself, just a bit closer. The angry red tip is inches from her face. Then she reaches up a finger, and traces her nail along the outer edge of the head.

"It's so thick!" she says, but her voice is distant. "Your father is smaller, you know. Not by much, but..." She's positively absent now. I see that her other hand reached down and pulled her swimsuit to the side. She's fingering herself!! I can't believe this is happening!! But she's just staring at it!!

"Please, just do it," I whisper. "I can't take this."

"Well if you insist," she says, sounding much more present now. She reaches up to pull down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit. Her right hand goes back down to her clit, and her left hand begins tweaking her nipple, but she's staring up at me as she leans forward to lick the tip of my cock. I bite down on my lip as she runs her tongue around the head, teasing it for a second before pursing her lips and kissing it.

The kiss widens, and the head sinks behind her lips. I have to arch my back slightly to keep my balance as she sucks me in. Inside her mouth, I can feel her tongue massaging the head. I let the bunched skirt settle on the base of my cock for a moment while I reach back behind me to loosen my bra strap. Once it's loose, I rip off my shirt and bra like they're choking me One hand scoops up the skirt, and the other pinches and twists my nipple

It's not long before she's going halfway down. God damnit, my mom sucks cock like a pro! She's moving quick with no drag, but I can feel her mouth the whole way. Like some kind of mouth pussy Her jaw must unhinge itself!

She grins up at me as she backs off and grasps my cock at the base. Her lithe fingers work her spit the entire length while she licks at the head.

"Have any other girls ever deepthroated this monster?"

"Yeah," I say absently. Oh, the stew is potent today. "A girl in Nebraska did." Technically, I answered her question...

"Dang! Just the one then? And not Vera?" She seems surprised. I unfasten the skirt and wiggle it around my cock. It falls to the ground, covering my flats

"No. Vera can only get about 9 inches." She lowers herself so she's coming up at it from a 45° angle.

"Buckle up."

Half my dick disappears into her mouth in a flash. My eyebrows shoot up and I whistle involuntarily as she starts working further and further up. Around 8 inches, I feel the back of her throat, but she keeps going. Omg, the head is so tight as it passes down into her throat.

9 inches. 9 and a half. Each push causes her to make this "glarp" sound that makes my hair stand on end and my pussy to tingle uncontrollably. Her eyes are ravenous when she hits the 10 inch mark. My knees almost buckle.

She pinches her eyes shut and makes one last push. Her nose jabs me in the lower abs. My hands find their way into her hair, and I throw my head back.

She gags violently, and I let go of her head, but she doesn't back off. Fuck, it feels like she's trying to go further!!! Without thinking, I grab her head with both hands, thrust, and pull her in tight. Fucking hell, more fits!!! Fucking, fucking, motherfucking hell!!

It's a good thing we're alone. I bet the neighbors can hear me...

Finally, I feel her fighting back against my hands, and I let go. She backs off my cock in one long motion. In her open, gaping mouth, a swirled mix of precum and saliva covers her chin, lips, and tongue. The tip of my cock is dripping with more of the same...

She doesn't look up, she just stares at my cock. The head is practically purple with anticipation, and the whole thing keeps twitching. This is so much different than when Leah or Casey did it. Their deepthroats were effortless. This is like a... well... like a cockfight.

"Again," she says. I stammer and get nothing sensible out before she grabs my dick at the base and attacks. 4, 6, 8, anda half. Fucking shit, this is where it gets tight...

"Oh my god, Mom. Oooooooh my fucking god."

9. 9 anda half, and she gags. Hard. After a few seconds, she starts pushing again. When she hits ten, I see that her face is starting to turn bright red. Black tears are streaming out of the corners of her eyes, and she's fingering herself frantically. This time, the first thing I feel is my balls on her chin. Then, her nose comes to rest against my abs more smoothly. Her gags are more of a hack, attempting to squeeze air through a hole too small for the plug she shoved into it.

Her eyes are squeezed so tight as she cums that it pinches her whole face. The rest of her body vibrates like a tuning fork. When she finally backs off, she has to gasp for air for nearly a minute, and it takes nearly a minute more for her face to go back to it's normal color.

I kneel down in front of her, but she waves me off while she recovers. The grin on her face is a mile wide.

"I've never come so close to blacking out!"

"Holy shit, did you do that on purpose!?"

She nods instead of answering, coughing violently to shake her lungs back into shape.

"Mom, are you ok?"

She laughs. "I'm fine, dear. I've been swallowing cocks longer than you've been alive."

"Am I the biggest one you got all the way down on?"

"You're up there, for sure. There've been few others a little longer but none as thick. Yours was certainly the hardest!" One final cough, and she's back up on her knees. "Now lets see about finishing you..."

"Mom, you're insane. Have some water or something."

"Nonsense. What kind of blowjob doesn't have a happy ending?" Oh, her grin is evil. "Do you want anything to help you finish? A toy? Some porn?"

"No, I think I'll be ok. You're sure you want to keep going?"

"Jaimie. Shut up."

This time, she keeps a hand on my cock the whole time. She goes up and down on the first 5 inches while she strokes the last five, meeting in the middle to kiss her fingers. Faster, faster. Fucking hell.

I put my middle, ring, and pinky fingers in my mouth for a moment, and swish my tongue around to summon as much saliva as I can. Once they're good and wet, I reach back between my ass cheeks and pop them inside. I hop up on my toes for a second, and I give the smallest, girliest little whimper. My mom laughs a little around my cock.

"Oh, it's like that huh?" She says in a momentary pause. Her eyes are devilish when she starts up again. My fingers are loud in my ass. Shluck shluck shluck shluck. "I want you to cum in my mouth, ok?"

I only have the ability to nod, lost as I am in the effort and reward of my asshole. It's not often I get my dick and my ass to be feeling at the same time. Cock pleasure puts a pretty big flutter in my stomach, but anal play makes my spine explode.

When I feel the cum start flowing, my free hand, which had just been waving around awkwardly for balance, clamps down on the top of my moms head. She stops moving in and out, but her hand starts working double time.

"Ah, ah, ah..." is all I get out. My feet curl up on tip toes, and my ass clamps down so tight my fingers are squeezed out. It's one of the quietest orgasms I've ever had, but it makes it easy to hear my mom humming triumphantly and swallowing. Oh god, the sound of her swallowing. Two swallows. Three. Four. Four fucking mouthfuls.

"God damn, Jaimie." She gasps. Her hand is still working slowly up and down my cock. "That thing is impressive."

I pant-laugh a little. When I hunch over a moment later, hands on knees, Mom kisses my forehead and hops up.




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 09



"Oh my god, look what you did to my makeup!" She shouts from the bathroom.

"Sorry!"

"Don't be silly," she laughs. "I'm just teasing. Your father is gonna be home in about an hour, and Dave and Carol Ann about an hour after that. Do you wanna shower? Get cleaned up?"

I didn't know she meant with her, but two minutes later that's where I found myself. I wanted to be indignant about it but I just didn't have it in me. I was already thinking about Dave getting there. When I cried a little in the shower, Mom just held me.

"It's gonna be alright..."

Dad's arrival was wonderful. Mom had promised not to tell him anything until later, when I was ready, so there was no pressure. I could enjoy that it was great to see him. His hair is starting to turn grey, which I teased him about. He and I went off to the living room, and he put on the Lions game. I hadn't wanted a repeat, so I'd thrown on a sweatshirt and sweatpants. The dread started to settle in slowly as I watched the minutes tick down in the second half.

Dave had met Carol Ann in his sophomore year of college, when I was 15 and still in love with Dave myself. We'd never done anything else after that last summer, but I was hopelessly confident we would be together for real someday.

From the minute she walked through the door, I'd hated her. I was mean, passive aggressive, oblivious, underhanded, ignorant, and a hundred other negative adjectives to her. For her part, she handled it well. For a few years anyway. By the time I started in college she'd had enough, and any family visit that included both of us was either a cold war or so brief and hot that one of us left. Usually me, trying to play the martyr.

I hadn't really known why I hated her until Vera left me, but by then we'd already started alternating holidays so as to avoid each other. My parents really hated only seeing one of us at a time, but I was such a bitch about it that they really had no choice. Poor Dave was stuck in the middle.

I start hyperventilating when I hear Dave pull up. I try to blot my eyes dry as I stand up, but Dad just lays a hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you just wait here, Jaims?" I nod glumly. Dad didn't trust that this was totally on the level. That was fair. I tried a phony tearful admission of guilt once before as an attention grab. Not my finest moment.

I sit there on the couch, hands pinched together between my knees, while my Mom and Dad happily greet Dave and Carol Ann at the door. After a minute, they start whispering, and I can just make out my Dad saying that I'm in the living room.

When Dave rounds the corner, I can't hold back the tears or stay seated anymore.

"Oh god, Daaave," I say as I wrap my arms around him for the first time in years.

"Missed you, Tyson." His hug is so warm. Dave always gave the best hugs.

"Missed you too," I sob into his shoulder.

Someone behind Dave clears their throat after a minute, and he lets go of me. It's quite a reveal when he backs up and there she is. Carol Ann Bradley. Her long blond hair is gone, cropped short in a pixie cut, and her belly is swollen, looking every minute of 7 months pregnant. That belly is, of course, the impetus for all of this. Her smile is a little forced and a little hesitant, but she doesn't walk out of the room. That's progress.

"I'm sorry isn't enough." She doesn't pretend to say that it is, but this is progress. I see Dad hovering on the hall, and he points in the room with a questioning look. I think he means do I want him there with us, so I wave him off. He gathers up Mom and they head into the kitchen.

We all sit down, me in Dad's recliner and them on the couch. The silence hangs for a minute as I try to figure out where to start.

"I guess... I..." My first attempt peters out. "Dave, did you ever, um, did you ever tell her about Clarksdale?"

"You asked me not to."

"What's Clarksdale?" She says, looking at him.

"Clarksdale was the last group home I was at, that we were at, before Chuck and Laura adopted us," Dave says. She nods, connecting the name to a place he's mentioned but hopefully never really discussed. "We were there at the same time."

"You've never really talked much about being a foster kid."

"Well...It's pretty much a downer from front to back."

"Still, I should have made you tell me."

"I wouldn't have told you this part."

Carol Ann leans back a bit out of shock. I get the impression they don't keep many secrets from each other.

"Don't be mad at him. It's my story to tell. I made him promise." It's hard to get started. I open my mouth a few times, but nothing comes out. Finally...

"On December 16th, 1999, I woke up in the middle of the night to someone putting a hand over my mouth. Vinnie DiTillo," I shudder a little, "was standing over me. He said 'Don't make a sound.' He had this little swiss army knife, and he was holding it right up against my eye. He kept...twisting it, so I could see it reflecting stuff. The moon. The light from the hall under the door. Then I heard his... crony... Jeremy down by the foot of my bed. He was taking his pants off..."

Carol Ann puts a hand over her mouth and stiffens, but her eyes are still wary.

"Vinnie looked back at his knuckle dragging henchman, and when he did," I nod at Dave. "he hit him over the head with a lamp."

"I heard he needed 32 stitches in that wound."

"Then Dave jumped across the bed and tackled the other kid. The whole room was up in a flash, and even though everyone started turning their lights on, no one else jumped in to help. Dave had Jeremy pinned on the floor and was pummeling him when Vinnie started to get up, but I jumped on his back and bit his ear. Pretty soon after that, the Night Supervisor came in and broke it up. Vinnie and Jeremy got split up into different group homes after that, and I became Dave's shadow."

"She used to follow me everywhere."

"When Chuck and Laura approached the adoption agency, they were only looking for a boy, but Dave wouldn't go without me." I can't stop from crying a little. "He almost ruined his best chance to find a home." I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and shake it out. "Sorry."

Carol Ann just nods, and waits patiently for me to compose myself.

"Most foster kids don't a chance like that. They just grow up until they're 18 and they're someone else's problem. Babies get adopted, but if you're over three you're damaged goods." There's still a lot of venom in me about that, and it's very painful to talk about. I have to take a few deep breaths to steady myself. "Anyway, yeah. Dave's insistence on going where I could follow changed their minds, and we both ended up getting adopted, but I still followed him everywhere. I slept in his room every night until he was...what...16?"

"I think I was 17."

"Yeah, 17 and I was 13."

"And you were nine when this happened?"

"Yeah. I followed him around on my bike. I'd go over to his friends houses, which they were never very happy about. To this day, I don't know how you got Coach Stevens to pick me up for your road games."

"Coach Stevens was my high school baseball coach," Dave explained. "I told him a little about her, and he agreed to pick her up from middle school with the team bus so she could come to away games." He starts to chuckle a little. "She used to sit at the end of the bench in an adult male batters helmet, totally oversized, and,"

"Dave, I don't... We... we can tell the funny stories later."

He nods reluctantly and sits back a little.

"Anyway, I didn't really grow up. I didn't have friends, and I didn't go out on my own. I was Dave's entourage, and God bless him, he put up with me."

"It wasn't like that, Jaimie. I wanted to look out for you."

"I know. But then, the summer before he went to Rutgers, I hit puberty, and I started to...erm... notice Dave." Dave gets kind of wide eyed. "He was my hero. He was my protector." I sniffle. "Ahh, damnit... nose is running." Dave and I both stand up at the same time. "Dave, sit down. I can get my own damn kleenex." Dave sits down sheepishly, looking a little confused. "Do you see what I mean though? It's been years, and he still wanted to just jump right up and take care of it for me. How could I not fall in love with him? Idolize him? I was 13, and he was everything."

Carol Ann takes a deep breath, as I've finally worked around to the point. Dave is bright red. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, waiting for him to object or dispute something, but it's the truth. I sniffle again, and that reminds me that the reason I stood up was to go get some kleenex, so I do. By the time I sit back down, I've mostly gotten it back under control. Dave is looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Go on," she says, and it gives me pause that she said anything at all.

"Underneath it all it was just jealousy, even if I didn't know it. If I could drive you away, then maybe I could get Dave to look at me the way he looked at you. And I'm not saying this like it's some kind of excuse. The things I've said to you, about you, they're... they're inexcusable. I don't expect you to forgive me for any of that. I was awful to you. It makes me so embarrassed to think about." I can feel myself tearing up again, so I have to stop. Carol Ann looks... unmoved? "I didn't realize I'd had Dave on a pedestal until I was graduating from college. I'd already burned all the bridges, so I didn't see the point in coming clean. But then I heard you were pregnant, and it felt like the clock was ticking for me to try and fix some of the damage. My brother and his wife are gonna have a baby and... and... I'm gonna be an aunt."

Carol Ann nods slowly now. Dave is very solemn.

"Anyway, I'm just... fuck. I don't know. It's redundant to say something's inexcusable and then say I'm sorry."

Carol Ann is quiet for a few minutes. I just stare at the floor. I've said my peace.

"Do you remember the first time David brought me here?"

I swallow hard and look up to see that she's staring at me. Her expression is unreadable, but it's intense. I just nod.

"David had talked about you non-stop. Not just in the car, but for months leading up. He was so excited for us to meet. When I went to hug you that first time and you just pushed past me, I was shocked. But so was David."

"It hurt to be rejected like that, but it was worse to see David so torn up about it. You were making him choose between us. He's not one to cry very often, but the only times I've ever seen him tear up were after seeing you."

I lose the staring match. This is worse than I thought it. The awful knot in the pit of my stomach is growing spikes. I lean forward and run my hands down my face. She's quiet for a minute while I compose myself, and when I look up she continues.

"It was probably all the worse for you when he always took my side and defended me." She reaches out and takes his hand. Dave is very still, but his fingers tighten on her hand. It's easier to stare at their hands than it is to meet her eyes. Marginally.

"Every time you started something, David was the first one to call you on it. He always tried to get you to see reason, and he always stood up for me when you tried to pick on me."

It's not easier to stare at their hands. It's a visual reminder that I tried to steal him from her and she won. Reluctantly, I met her eyes again. Normally, my devious nature is a source of pride and fun, but this is... no. This is no worse than I deserve.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. Every time you've ever lied to me, David set the record straight." Dave looks over at her with just a hint of confusion.

"David?"

He just looks at her.

"Was any of that a lie?"

"Not one word," he says glumly. "Wait a minute! None of it was a lie!" Carol Ann isn't smiling, but but she isn't frowning. David is suddenly very excited. I don't get it.

"It's pretty hard to swallow anything you say, given our history, and that was the most fantastic story you've ever told me. Way worse than that thing with the cat."

The cat incident. Maybe the despicable cry for attention I ever pulled. Certainly top three. It's not a great moment for me now either, now that I see what she's getting at. I wasn't lying and she knows it, but it took the strength of their relationship to prove it. It's not nothing, but it's certainly not a banner moment.

"Dave, you know this isn't your fault, right?" I interject. Carol Ann doesn't seem pleased I did, but she also doesn't disagree. "You didn't make me into a monster by coddling me." Dave nods, but his red-rimmed eyes tell me he's lying.

"I own my mistakes. They're mine, like scars. You don't get to take them. You were only trying to help me, and you deserve a goddamn medal for it, you understand?!" He nods again. Carol Ann was right. The worst part of all this is watching what it does to Dave. I do feel like a monster.

"This is the first honest conversation we've ever had then."

I nod.

"You know, most people will tell you that the hardest part about lying is keeping up with the lie. All the little extra lies you have to tell to maintain the original one." She pauses for a moment. "That's bullshit. The hardest part is coming clean."

That breaks the levee. I start sobbing uncontrollably, hysterically. It's like a dive I can't pull out of, only spiral farther into. A few seconds later, Dave sits down on the armrest and pulls my head into his lap. I curl up into a ball in the recliner, and he strokes my hair. It feels like it takes forever to calm down, but when I do, Dave is sitting on the couch across from me. It was never Dave next to me; it was Carol Ann.

She didn't say it was ok. She didn't forgive me. I wouldn't have wanted her to. What I did for years and years was not ok, and her letting me out of it would have been a lie. The honesty feels better, even if the lie might have been nice for a while. Dave went and got us all some water, although he was gone far longer than it takes to get three glasses and fill them from the Brita.

"Really, you owe me a huge debt of gratitude," I say, smirking at Carol Ann while I finally get my face dry.. "I'm the only reason he got any sex before he went to college."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"You think pretty girls just walk up to guys at the mall all the time?" Dave is stunned. "It's true. I got him laid."

"You did nothing of the sort!"

I can't help but grin. "When I figured out that he hadn't ever had a girlfriend because I was always around, I decided to try and find one for him. I would just walk up to girls and be like 'Would you like to date my brother? He's really cute!'" Carol Ann laughs at my tiny little girl voice and at Dave's incredulity.

"You did that?!" He cries.

"Yeah! I got five girls to go up and talk to you."

"Wait a minute," Carol Ann says, getting serious in a heartbeat. "You just told me you've been giving me the bitch treatment because you were jealous of me, but now you tell me you also conspired to get him laid?!"

"Yeah, I know. It's wild up here," I say, pointing to my head. "I stopped after the fifth girl, the black girl?" Dave nods, but he's floored. "I wanted to be helping him, but it wasn't as fulfilling for me as I thought it would be. I started to not like the way helping him made me feel. That's really where the coveting started." Carol Ann nods acceptingly. "Five girls turned into three one night stands."

"Not exactly," Dave said, finally snapping out of his stupor. "My first summer back, after my freshman year, I reconnected with Shauna."

"The redhead?!"

"Yeah..." He looks over at Carol Ann to see how she's handling this fairly frank discussion of his sex life, but she seems mostly amused.

"Good for you, Dave. She was hoooot." Now they're both looking at me. I think I might have overemphasized how hot she was. "Oh. Yeah, well, I guess now is as good a time as ever. I'm gay. Well, bi." Carol Ann just nods. I don't know what I expected her to say to news like that, but nothing is fine with me.

"Do Mom and Dad know?"

"I told Mom. I assume she's probably telling Dad right now."

"Well I'm glad you felt like you could tell us."

"What can I say? She makes me a better person."

"When did you know?" Carol Ann says. I'm a little shocked that she chimed in, but I recover quickly.

"Uhm, in college? Do you guys remember Vera? You only met her like twice, and both times were pretty brief..." I wince, knowing that it was brief because of me. Carol Ann is grimacing.

"She looked like she wanted to punch me."

"Yeah, I um... I might not have painted a fair picture of you. I corrected that later though."

"Are you two still together?"

"Well we broke up right before we graduated, but we got back together earlier this year. It's been... really great."

After that, the conversation hit a lull. We all kinda sat back and took it all in. Mom and Dad bustled about in the kitchen, clinking things and mixing.

Dinner was good. I kept feeling like Dad was waiting for me to show my true colors and reveal the plot I'd been brewing to finally break up Dave and Carol Ann for good, and to be fair, I deserved that. But to everyone's shock, I didn't say much at all. I'd already said enough, and it was really nice to just be there. Really nice. I relished the little things. Being there to hand Carol Ann a roll, or Mom the bowl of corn. Coming home for holidays and having it just be Mom and Dad pretending everything was ok was never a satisfying experience.

It felt weird laying down in my old four poster bed. My parents had left my room mostly intact. Everything was still pink and frilly. It was at once a warm, comforting memory, and completely alien to who I am today. It's not what was keeping me up so late, but it was nice to have something else to think about instead of obsessing over every word choice I'd made with Carol Ann. Ugh, I must have replayed the conversation a dozen times already. Did I come off as too simpering, or too whiney, or too martyr-y...? I had wanted to finally make a good impression, and I was still nervous. Not to mention how things had gone with Mom before that. Christ, that was a weird wrinkle.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a knock at my door.

"Come in?"

My dad poked his head through the door politely, and then followed through when he saw I was fully clothed. He'd entered my bedroom just like that ever since he accidentally walked in on me naked once when I was 14.

"Hey Jaims."

"Hey Dad. You havin' trouble sleepin' too?"

"Yeah, something like that."

I look over to see that it's just after 2 am. I slide up so I'm sitting back against the headboard just as he's settling down on the edge of the bed.

"Jaims, I wanted to come in here and apologize."

"What..." I stammer for a few seconds. "What do you have to apologize for?"

"I didn't believe you. I didn't believe in you. I thought we were gonna have another petulant tantrum on our hands. I was already in damage control mode before you got here, fearing the worst, and then... then I saw my little girl was turning into a woman. That was a huge thing you did down there, trying to fix things with Carol Ann. It was very mature."

"I wish I didn't have so many things to try and fix," I say, frowning at my knees.

"Rome wasn't built in a day. You made huge progress today. It's something to be proud of, not up at 2 in the morning obsessing about."

"How do you know that's what I'm obsessing about?"

He just looks at me.

"It's hard to feel good about it, Dad. I dug my own grave, and now I have to sleep in it."

He laughs loudly, and immediately clamps a hand over his mouth.

"OK, you're making metaphor bouillabaisse. That's gotta be a sign that you're too tired to think straight. Try to get some sleep..." He pats my knee and gets up. I want to ask him to stay; Dad has such a great way of cutting right to a point. I always feel like it takes me forever to drill down to the bedrock of something, but he just gets right to it. No muss, no fuss. It can be hard to hear sometimes, but it's always better at the end. "I'm proud of you." See?




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 09



He smiles and nods before stepping back out into the hall and shutting the door. He's right about me being exhausted. Being run through the emotional ringer is worse than any workout I've ever attempted, although to be fair, I rarely ever attempt those. One of the perks of being happy with yourself is that maintaining is something you do at your leisure rather than as part of a regimen.

It's not a big leap to go from being happy with myself to making myself happy when you approach loopy tired. Now I'm getting horny. Shit. I bite my lip and look around the room, thinking. The floor in my room is noisy, so mouthfucking myself is probably out, even from the bed. The rocking back and forth would probably wake everyone up. My eyes roam, thinking, and then OH! I slip off the bed and sneak across the room to my pile'o'dolls. C'mon, c'mon c'mon...Yes!!

Right where I left her, tucked inconspicuously under the bottom of the pile but still easily accessible is the hard plastic head from a Marge Simpson doll I had years ago. The body is probably in this pile too, but the head was the only part I cared about past a certain point in childhood. Three guesses why...

I strip naked, scoop up the little jar of vaseline from my childhood nightstand, and slide back onto the bed. Marge, dear, I know it's been a while, but we're gonna make up for lost time tonight. Plus, there's a surprise tonight! You get to play in the other sandbox!

The best part about this doll is how bumpy the hair is. I finger myself with the vaseline, and smear it all over her hair, and we're both good and ready. I lay on my back, spread out my legs, tuck my finger up into the neck hole, and start pushing.

Exhaling is such an underrated sound. Even when there's no voice to it, just that quiet, slow escaping of air is magnificent when you have the time to stop down and enjoy it. Sex with other people is often too busy to allow you to enjoy the simpler things. You're always focused on this need, or that body part. Plus, all the sounds the other person is making totally overwhelms something as fragile and faint as breathing. Masturbation allows you to just let everything else melt away. I can push a (not so) little piece of plastic in and out of my ass, and fully enjoy the feel of it and all the associated sounds.

I don't even need to jerk off. If I just do this, I'll cum. Eventually. I think I'm ok with taking the time tonight. My conscious brain could use the break. I pop the whole thing inside my ass and delicately remove my finger. Then I kinda squirm a little on the bed, enjoying the detached feel. Something solid. It feels in-the-way when I bend far enough in any direction.

After a few seconds though, I tuck my legs up and squeeze it out. My finger catches it before it comes completely out, and I go back to just running her hair in and out. It makes my jaw quiver, and listening to each breath being drawn in and forced out over quivering lips is amazing.

My other hand finds it's way down to my balls. I love the way they lay when I'm flat on my back, like a little cum purse hanging from the base of my cock. I just shaved them bare yesterday, so there's the tiniest bit of peach fuzz. This is my favorite amount of pubic hair. I like to keep a little strip above my cock, and then everything else as short as possible.

I swing my fingering hand around behind my back. Just as I'm thinking about pushing a little more blue plastic into my back side, I hear something. I tense up, and in my panic, Marge disappears inside me again. I lie completely still for a few more seconds, and then I hear it again. I slide out of bed and sneak over to crack open the door. The light is out in Dave's room, and the noise is coming from much farther away than that. Must be Mom and Dad then...

I can see a bar of light in the hallway. Their door is open. I look down at myself, naked and rock hard, and way off in the distant reaches of my mind, something is urging that no good will come from this.

"Marge, you watch my back. I'm goin in."

She agrees to stay put and keep doing her thing.

I never found a silent path through this hallway, but extreme patience and delicate balance get me past the worst parts without incident. The few creaks I do make are spread out enough that it just sounds like the house settling. I can tell by the time I'm halfway down the hall that my parents are definitely having sex, although knowing isn't the same as seeing. Dad is saying something I can't make out, and if that's Mom replying, it's even more unintelligible.

Covering the rest of the distance takes time, but after a few minutes, I'm creeping up on their cracked bedroom door. That tiny, distant voice is bugging me again. How implausible is this, it says? Honestly?

Doesn't stop me from squeezing up against the door frame and peeking through. Mom is down on her knees with her hands behind her back. Her hair is in pigtails, and Dad is using them like handlebars to guide his cock in and out of her mouth. From this angle, he doesn't look any smaller than me, but Mom seems to be having less trouble going balls deep on him. Now I need to jerk.

"You liked sucking off your daughter today, didn't you?"

She makes a sort of affirmative gagging sound, if any gagging sound can be said to be affirmative in tone.

"You took her big ol' cock and shoved it down your throat just like this, didn't you?"

He pulls back on her hair and thrusts, and my eyes just about fall out of my skull watching her throat bulge. Yeah, Dad's got a good one alright. She's staring up at him, tears leaking around her squinted eyes, but it doesn't look like her hands are restrained in any way. They're just calmly folded together above her ass... After holding her there for a few more seconds, he yanks his cock out fairly forcefully. She gasps for air, coughing lightly and doubling over. Dad lets off on her hair, and his hand goes down to his cock. He keeps stroking it while she recovers. Mom must be some kind of saliva machine, because there's like a spider web of saliva dangling back and forth from his balls and all along his cock.

His head is smaller than mine. Probably the same thickness as the shaft behind it. Judging by how the skin moves with his hand, I think he's uncircumcised. I jump a little when I feel something touch the tip of my cock, and I shudder when I realize it's drool.

"Her cock is amazing," Mom croaks as she gets back up. "It hurt my throat. I can't remember the last time that happened."

"Well, hopefully,"

I didn't get to hear what Dad was hoping for. Maybe 10 feet behind me, just beyond the door to Dave's bedroom, I heard something. Absolute panic takes over as I bolt through the door and shut it behind me. Dad turns and grins at me, but when he opens his mouth to say something, I silence him with a finger to my lips. He and Mom exchange a look.

Out in the hall, I hear the door open to Dave's room. I can't tell which one it is by the footfall. Whoever it is pauses outside their door for a few seconds, and then clicks on the hall light and heads into the bathroom. In my mind, I'm trying to guess if Carol Ann has been here enough times to find the lightswitch in the dark that quickly. I can't hear much from the bathroom, but a few seconds later, I hear them come out and...a woman's voice sighs. It was Carol Ann...

In hindsight, either one of them catching me in the hall fully erect and watching my parents have sex would have been extremely awkward... although no more awkward than if I barged in on said parents what the fuck did I just do?! The door to Dave's room shutting is a tiny blip on my radar as I turn around to face my parents. They're both grinning ear to ear.

"Told ya she'd follow the breadcrumbs," Dad says.

"That makes twice today she really surprised me."

There's no fixing this. No amount of covering myself or grabbing for a towel will hide the fact that I snuck all the way over here in the middle of the night, although my erection is currently MIA. Nothing left but to own this. I wanted to come over here and watch these two have sex, and maybe fantasize about it later. Well, live the fantasy now dumbass, because that's your only out.

"I think you dropped your Marge doll," Dad snickers. Holy crap, I squeezed it out when I ran in here!!

"Well, she's a terrible lookout," I say. Mom and Dad both have to cover their mouths to stop themselves from laughing. Am I really making jokes right now?

"You were not exaggerating in the least," he says, staring down at my cock. "That is impressive, Jaims."

"Thanks," I say as confidently as I can. Own that you're here! Don't hesitate! Just because it's unexpected doesn't mean you can't roll with the punches! "It's maybe the best thing I ever did for myself." Atta girl! You're an adult, and this is safe territory! Mom is still down on her knees in front of Dad. She reaches up and begins stroking his cock while staring over at mine.

"You like staring at your daughters big cock, huh?" It's equal parts hot and confusing to hear my dad talk dirty, but it's plain hot to watch what it does to my mom. Her eyes glaze over a little, staring right at it. "You want her to do something with that cock, huh?"

"Girlcock," I say, with waaaay more confidence than I'd have ever thought myself capable of. I never got tired of hearing that, although Vera was careful not to overuse it. Dad's eyebrows rise up approvingly.

Mom pulls herself closer and closer to his cock until she can wrap her lips around it, but her eyes never leave my Girlcock... Damn. It gives me a rush just thinking it. Dad's grin is unmitigated as I stalk across the room towards them. Her hand reaches out to greet me before I really get there, and as soon as I'm in range of her mouth, she switches over to me.

"Yeah, swallow that Girlcock."

Her mouth is sooooo wet. 3 seconds after she hit the freckle, the entire top half of my Girlcock is dripping. Her fingers are just as bad. Some of that has to be Dad's precum and/or cum. Her hand is working from stem to tip on his cock, but it's mostly her mouth with mine. My head keeps going in close to her throat, then coming almost all the way out.

With a gasp, she finally backs off and switches back to his cock. Her hand starts spreading that mouth stew all up and down my cock. Dad's eyes keep going back and forth between his cock and my tits, which are rising and falling impressively with each breath. I bite my lip and tweak them both between my fingers.

"Do you see that, slut? Switch cocks and look up."

She switches back over to my cock again. I love watching her lips drag each time she pulls out. She's staring up at me as instructed, but me fondling my tits is probably doing very little for her. Dad can't stop staring though. Sometimes I forget how mesmerizing they can be, despite Vera's fascination with them.

"Take more of that girlcock," Dad says. "That's it. No hands. Just keep going down...yeeeeeah..."

She struggles a bit once I hit her throat, so I reach down to hold her in place while I cram it in for her.

"Oooh, stretch out that throat. She fucking loves that, don't you slut?" Mom makes another one of those hacking sounds I can only guess is a yes, and a few seconds later, she's there. Sweet mother of god, it's so tight...

"Stay there, stay there, stay there," he says. "Let me see your tongue!" I can feel her moving her tongue down there, wiggling and pushing out, although I can't tell if she got it outside her lips. I sigh and let my fingers relax in her hair. She keeps the whole thing in there for another 10 seconds or so before she gags violently and backs off. When she gags, everything clamps down on at least half of my cock... it's kind of amazing. She takes a deep breath, spits out a wad of I-don't-know-what on Dad's cock, and starts going for the deepthroat on him too.

"She'll do this all night if we let her," Dad says with a grin, "but I see you looking down behind her. You wants to put that monster in her ass."

"Glalp, glalp, glalp, glalp," she replies.

"Only I think one monster isn't enough. I think we should see if we can get both of em in there!"

Mom makes a kind of excited cry and backs off his cock. "Oh god yes!"

Dad steps back and looks around, his eyes settling on the bed. He quickly crosses the distance to it and lays down on his back. Mom gets up and leaps on top of him, facing down at him.

"I can't believe we finally found someone else long enough to try this with," she says excitedly. She grabs a jar of lube from their nightstand. She scoops out a dollop with four fingers and tosses it to me. I just barely catch it. Baseball was not a sport I excelled at. She splits the pile into some for each hand; one reaches behind her to start preparing her ass for this, and the other one grabs hold of his dick and starts getting him ready. Dad just interlaces his fingers behind his head and watches her tits. I let the scene in front of me play out and take my sweet time getting my cock ready for this.

"Huuuuuuhhhhh I can't wait," she whimpers as she scoots up over his abs and bends in tight against her thighs. Then she reaches down between her legs and guides herself onto him. His head slides into her ass like it was made for him. "Oooooooh my gooooooooooood," she wails as she backs up and up, taking nearly all of his cock inside her. I keep stroking myself, spreading the lube around nice and even.

"Does that feel good, slut?"

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."

"Does my cock feel good in your ass, slut?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah," she says, dragging it out as she lifts herself up a little before sitting back down and taking a little more of him. My cock is at full strength watching this.

"Are you ready for another cock, slut?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Tell her how much you want her little girlcock, slut!"

"Jaimie, I want your girlcock stuffed inside me. I neeeeeeeed it!"

Dad's legs are just touching the floor, so he's at the right height to thrust a little. I step in between his legs and guide my cock right up next to his. Her asshole is tight around his shaft, but when I start pushing, I can see her stretching.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!!!!"

"Oh, it's too big, isn't it? Her girlcock is too much, but she's not gonna stop now. Keep pushin!"

Her ass doesn't want to stretch around my head. It starts to, but I just end up pushing her forward. I grab her hips with both hands and pull her back towards me.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!!!!!" She cries, but still nothing. That tiny voice in my head starts up again, saying that she's being really loud. Fuck that, I think, as I bear down on her hips and give a sharp thrust that finally breaks the head through.

"AAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAANNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNGH!" She cries. Now that the head is in, the hardest part is over. I take a minute to simply enjoy the view of my 39 year old mother's very cute ass stretched to the limit. Around two of biggest cocks I've ever seen (Dad and I are 5 and 4 respectively).

Dad plants his hands on her shoulders to hold her up, and she reaches both hands back to grab and pull at her ass cheeks, desperate to help stretch that hole any extra bit she can. She needs the help! This is even tighter than Roy's ass!!

"Are you ready for her to fuck your ass yet, slut?"

"No!" She cries, but I can already hear him laughing.

"No means yes, slut. She's gonna fuck you with her girlcock, isn't that right Jaimie?"

"Goddamn right I am!" With the way these two are going, they've gotta have a safeword. I'm content to trust that. Her hands let go of her asscheeks and grab on to my wrists. I grab her wrists just the same, and pull myself into her. Dad doesn't need to hold her up anymore (since I'm pulling her backwards), and his hands roam to her tits. I can't see it, but I'm sure he's squeezing the hell out of them. I would be. Those things are magnificent...

I don't know how to narrate the sounds Mom makes. English lacks the vowel and consonant combinations. Some of it sounds like combinations of obscenities, most of it is delivered through gritted teeth, and all of it is loud. At least as loud as it is tight, and it is fucking tight.

Since I took the plunge and got this cock, I've tended to be the fucker. More often than not, anyway. When being fucked, I'm as loud as I always was, which is to say that I make a lot more noise than some (Casey, Ron, and Leah), and less than others (Vera, Kara, and my Mom). While doing the fucking, however, I tend to fall on the quietest end of the spectrum. My theory (because I spent time thinking about this once) is that it ties in to the whole reason I got this thing in the first place; to watch other people get fucked by it and feel that pride. If I'm hollering away, I'm missing out on all the little whimpers, all the squirming, and all the facial expressions. I'm part voyeur, part participant, and it's almost always worked out to be a magical experience.

That being said, I cannot stop myself from grunting like a fucking caveman with each thrust! I didn't even know my voice went this deep! This primal! One of my hands slips loose from hers, and I grab a pigtail of flaming red hair like it's nothing! I've never wanted to break something I half so much as I do right now!!

Part of my brain disconnects, fulfilling the voyeuristic need to just watch and enjoy.

It's sooooooo tight!! When I thrust all the way in, getting the meatiest part of my cock up to her poor asshole, it's almost tear-inducing. Almost. The best part of it is the way Dad's cock feels in there with me. Like a smooth stone my Girlcock can tussle with. It's not unlike getting a blowjob with a pierced tongue, but it's also not quite the same.. Mom's hips don't let us get side by side, but our heads keeps rubbing past each other up in her bowels...

The disconnected part of my brain is nagging me, but I can't seem to pull my eyes away from the view I have of my Mom's ass getting absolutely decimated by my Dad and I. Dad is trying to thrust every little bit he can. Mom still has one hand wrapped around my wrist. Her arm and shoulder are tweaking out from pulling me forward so hard. Every time I cram that fattest part of my girlcock in there, my tits slap together in front of me.

Suddenly, some things finally start to penetrate my fuck-haze. The bedroom door is cracked open, and I can hear Dave and Carol Ann. Mom and Dad haven't picked up on it yet, but I feel like I've been hearing noise from over there for a while now...

"Go in there," she's saying.

"And do what? I don't want to watch my parents have sex!"

"Do it, David!"

Suddenly, they are all I can hear, and somewhere very far away, my Mom is having the fuck out of an orgasm. Dad might be too. And then Dave is coming through the door almost backwards, like he was pushed.

"What are y-Jaimie?!" He cries.

Carol Ann comes in behind him, peeking around his shoulder and not exactly averting her eyes. It feels like she's looking at me, but I'm sure I'm just being paranoid. We're all so horny that none of us stop thrusting, but I do wind down after a few seconds. What can he see from this angle? I might be using a strapon for all he knows... Mom kinda sits up to block me, bless her heart.

"First of all," Mom starts, "where do you get off storming in here?!"

"I don't think we're gonna get the moral high ground on this one, Honey" My Dad, amirite?

"I don't know where to begin," Dave says. He's mostly looking at me. In the eyes, god bless him. It's a long, long awkward beat before anyone moves.




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 10



"This is gonna be a great," Vera exclaims as she carries out the last of our bags. My agreeing grin is a mile wide. It's been so long since we had the chance to get out for more than one night. Although being a stay at home mom is incredibly rewarding, there's only so much one woman can take before she needs a break. I'm knee deep in repacking all the bags so they fit in the trunk. 

"Mommy, why you stickin tongue out?" Ana's tiny brow is furrowed in thought. She probably stood there for a minute trying to figure it out on her own before asking. 

"All the better to LICK you with, my dear!!" I scoop her up, and she squeals in delight as I lick her whole face up and down. She nearly wriggles herself free before I get her back down to the ground. It's scary to think how fast she's growing... once upon a time, her whole hand couldn't fit around my pinky. 

"No, but whyyyyyyyyyy?" 

"She does that when she's thinking reeeeeally hard," Vera says as she drops the last of the bags. I know there's a way to make this all fit. I just have to visualize it... 

"What's she thinkin bout?" 

"Pointless nonsense... Now she's sticking out her tongue at me because I made fun of her." 

"Don't make fun, Ant Veeraa!" We just watched a Dora special on bullying, so Ana is extra sensitive about other people's feelings. 2 is such a great age. You really start to see them as little people with their own personalities. 

"Ok. I'm sorry, Jaimie." 

"I forgive you, Vera." 

"Ok?" 

"O. K." Ana meanders back to the garage, singing to her yellow bunny doll. Her half-sister Tessa, ever the lurker, is waiting for her there. Vera smiles as she watches the great meeting of the minds going on behind her Mustang. 

"Look at them. Today, they put an end to bullying. Tomorrow, they're gonna conquer world hunger. Then I think it's time for the sex talk," Vera says. 

"How exactly is that gonna go again?" 

"What? Roy, I can't hear you! Lemme come inside!" She's jogging away before she finishes, smirking the whole way up the steps and in the front door. Roy appears in the garage a few seconds later. Both girls immediately latch on to his shins, and he drags them out into the driveway. 

"Did she just leave you with all this work?" 

"Yeaaaah, but it's my own fault. I unpacked what she did and started repacking to do it better." Roy's laugh is his best feature. It's one of those honest laughs that good people have. It's a treat everytime I earn one. Roy gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and dives right in. 

The girls jump down and hide in the luggage. Their idea of hiding is ludicrous, but Roy feigns ignorance, packs them into the car, and then buries them under several bags. It's adorable, and makes the whole thing take twice as long. 

I was pretty shocked the day I realized I loved Roy. It had everything to do with the way he treated Vera, and a little about the way he and I worked together. It came from respect, but that doesn't make it any less real. We both said it for the first time on the day Ana was born. It almost makes me tear up thinking about it. 

"Oh no," Vera shouts, coming back out of the house. "You packed my winter Ana. I needed my summer Ana. Get her out of there!" 

The girls protest loudly as Roy drags them out of the car. I make a screwy face at the unsettled bags, fighting the urge to pull them out and repack them. 

"Let it go," Roy whispers. 

"I caaaaaaaaaan't!" 

"Yes you can!" 

"Rabble rabble rabble." 

"You can't just go around saying rabble rabble all the time," Vera says, as she throws the last of the bags in the back seat. I'm not sure when I got a light dusting of OCD, but my deepest sympathies go out to the people who have it worse than me. It's maddening. Roy wraps his arms around Vera and smiles. 

"So what exactly are you going to do at a Soundgarden and Faith No More concert?" 

"You know, rock out?" Roy and I both wince when she extends her index and pinky fingers. 

"Sweetie, you don't throw up the horns at a Soundgarden concert." 

"Under no circumstances." 

"I will deny you three times, Jesus." 

"Ugh!" 

"And never leave the thumb out. Huge no-no." 

"I have no idea then! It's not even a fair trade that you're going to see Portishead too." 

"Well, it's my... dang... birthday!" It's hard not to curse. I'd just gotten into the habit of it... 

"In three weeks!" 

"Daddy!! Look at us!" Somehow, the girls had gotten wrenches from Roy's toolbox, and are pretending to change a tire on his 442. 

"No, no, no! It's not metric!" He frantically flails his arms and jogs over to help. 

Goodbyes take another few minutes. The girls seem pretty broken up in the moment, but are on to the next thing as soon they turn around. Roy has been pushing us (mostly me) to get out for a while, so he keeps it brief now that we've got one foot out the door. 

*** 

"Jeesus cock-sucking christ!!" Vera's 'i can curse now that the kids are away' bursts are always lively. "Much better." 

"I can't believe I haven't gotten away like this in TWO YEARS!! I am getting shit-faced tonight!" I slap the steering wheel for emphasis. 

"I can't believe it worked out that those three bands have shows in St Louis on the same weekend." Vera's hair is streaming out behind her with the windows down, but when she looks at me, stray hairs blow across her face. It still blows my mind how effortlessly gorgeous she is. "Stop having touching inner monologues, you sappy bitch!" 

"I should never have told you about that." 

"Oh whatever! You were probably sitting there reflecting on whether you like my tits more now that they're bigger, or if it's possible for something to be perfect twice," she says melodically, "or some other equally ridiculous bullshit!" 

"Never change, ok?" 

"Just my cup size," she says grinning as she puts on her shades. Then she connected her iPod, and we over-sang the hell out of some Bon Jovi for the next couple hours. 

*** 

"There's like nobody here," I say. The lobbies of hotels usually have a few stragglers, but this place is devoid. The parking garage was scarce too. 

"A wedding party rented out the whole hotel," replies the attendant as she checks us in. "You two were the only reservation in before them." 

"Lucky us!" 

"I'm surprised you guys didn't try to bump us," I say. 

"The party insisted we not. They don't need the rooms, they just wanted a modicum of privacy." 

"And I'll bet they paid a fuckton for it," Vera says, looking around and up. It's not a small hotel. The lobby is beautiful, and I swear this place looked at least six floors high from the outside. There's a big sign in front of what I assume is a ballroom that lists the times for the wedding events. The ceremony is going on now, and the receptions starts in... 

"No," I say. 

"So you ARE thinking what I'm thinking!" 

"We're not gonna crash a wedding party." 

"C'mon! We've got like 4 hours to kill before the first band takes the stage. 5 until Faith No More. This starts in 1. We can get all dressed up, slip in, scam on bridesmaids, and be out in plenty of time to rock out with your cock out!" 

"You can make anything sound like a good idea, you know that? It's what makes you so dangerous to be around." 

"Since when are you not right there with me on shit like this?!" 

"...You're right." That gives me pause. "I'm in!" 

"Too fuckin easy!" As we turn to head upstairs, someone starts to come into the lobby off to my right, but then immediately spins around and heads back the way they came. It barely registers. 

*** 

"Put that thing away! Don't you think we have enough footage already?" I'm a little more shy about being on camera than I used to be, but not much. 

"Oh, so you can stare at my tits in the car for free, but I can't get a little use out of the toys that I paid for?" 

"I'm just puttin' on makeup! This isn't sexy!" 

"Everything you do is sexy, especially when you do it nakeeeeeeeeed!" 

"Oh yeah?" I plant a hand on my hip and make a dramatic turn with a finger shoved up my nose. "How about now?" 

"I think you just got me pregnant." 

"No no no, sweetie," I say, approaching the camera seriously. "That's not how that happens." 

"Will you show me?" Her fake innocent voice is so faint. She sets the camera down on the counter by the sink and wraps her arms around my neck. Her eyes are closed, but it's her lips I watch as we come together in slow motion. Roy once told me that, when they were in school together and everyone still saw her as a tomboy, he noticed her because of her lips. Long before she got boobs. They're fantastic in an understated way, the way lips should be. I savor the moment. Roy is anything but intrusive or rude, but it's still nice to get away. Just the two of us. 

"Mmm, cherry lipgloss?" 

She doesn't respond; she just grins and kisses me again. My hands slide over her hips on their way to her ass. Lifting and separating. She's up on tiptoes looking down on me when I grab her and pick her up off the ground, but only long enough to swing her around to the counter. She gives a little "oh!" as she lands, but she betrays her shocked expression by pushing down on my head until I'm kneeling in front of her. 

I don't need to be asked twice, and Vera needs no encouragement to let my tongue play in her yard. The last few times I was down here, I went for the kill, so I decide to take my time. I let my tongue glide up and down over her hole. She alternates between squeezing shut and opening herself, and watching her legs twitch out of the corner of my eye is deeply rewarding. 

My tongue isn't quite long enough to reach her G-Spot, though I've fantasized about getting the Gene Simmons treatment. I always end up rejecting the idea, but when I'm here, face planted between her legs and knowing an extra inch or two would make a big difference, it seems like it might be worth it. I know she would love it too, but there's only so many times I can convince myself that surgery to alter my body is for me and not for her. The Gene Simmons would totally just be for her. 

After a few minutes she really starts producing fluid, and it's so much fun to suck it down as fast as she can make it. Plus the slurping noise drives her nuts. Her face twitches, smiles appear and disappear, lips are bitten. I love watching Vera have sex. Even with Roy. She wears it all on her sleeve. 

It's a little unexpected when she reaches down and grabs my chin, but sharing her juice is a pleasure I would deny no one. Least of all Vera. I've got a tongue-load handy when we kiss, and when she gives me back some of it mixed with her saliva, it's just that much better. Sometimes, I worry that I have a very unhealthy level of affection for this woman and every part of her, but it never lasts. Who wouldn't love this? 

One of her hands slides down my chest to my cock, and she guides me in with practiced ease. Welcome back, her pussy says. It's been too long! 

I reach behind her to steady myself against the mirror, but our lips never really part. Her girlcum is mixed well and good with saliva, to the point that we both taste the same now. A homogenous mix of fluids passed back and forth for several minutes while I slowly drive my cock in and out of her. 

Vera's pussy has a wonderfully muscled tightness to it, totally unlike virgin tightness. Hers is at her beck and call. She can resist my thrusts to the point of pain, or she can allow me in only to trap me, or just maintain a fit like my best pair of jeans. It's a tight fit today; My favorite. 

Vera moans and finally breaks the kiss, although she keeps her forehead tucked against mine. Her eyes stay closed as she breaths harder and harder. She's so close that her warm breath graces my lips and cheeks, and it makes me smile while I watch her. Her tits, up to a C cup since Tessa was born, are no less phenomenal to watch. When she was still breastfeeding, and they were swollen... ahh. It was magnificent. They heave with each breath, and each breath is timed with a thrust, and each thrust is soooooooooo good. 

Vera's breathing hasn't hit its stride when I start to feel my orgasm coming. I try to hold out, but as soon as she feels me slow down she tightens down just that much more and the end is nigh. She's kissing me again as I finish, and her fingers brush my strip of pubic hair as she bears down on her clit. Girlcum is leaking out on all sides when we finally break the kiss and I look down. Vera leans back against the mirror, and with a full-torso clench that exposes out all 8 of her ab muscles, Vera joins me in happyland. 

When I finally stagger away from the counter, and gravity really starts to do a number on all that cum up inside of her, the only thing I watch is the handprint I just made on the mirror. There's a ton of condensation all around it. It's mesmerizing. We're so hot, we fogged half a mirror all on our own! One handed! God bless that Feminist Student League! 

*** 

Vera is wearing a stunning one shouldered blue dress that ends with juuuuuuust enough thigh exposed and a pair of matching blue pumps. Her calves, in heels, are like a DaVinci sculpture. I've got on a red number with just enough of a scalloped neck to expose some cleavage, and then the cut of the dress adequately implies how much more I'm hiding. The Girlcock is tucked down into a rig Vera and I sewed into a stocking and garter belt system. It's inconspicuous, comfortable, and easily removed in case of impending but unexpected sex. 

"I don't know what possessed you to pack these dresses, but remind me to thank you later." 

"Are you ready?" 

"It feels like it's been forever since we did something like this!" 

"It's only been like 4 years since the Road Trip." We always pronounced the capital R and capital T. 

"I know, but it feels like much longer." I take a deep breath, and then another. The music on the other side of the door is loud as hell, so this seems like the opportune time to slip in unnoticed. "Ok." 

Vera starts to go first, but I put a hand across her middle and take the lead. She smirks and nods and follows. 

Everyone is facing toward us when we come in. I almost don't make it through the door before coming to a stop. Not just facing toward us, looking at us. Wait a minute... 

"SURPRISE!!" 

Vera is cackling behind me. I have no idea where to look until, way on the far side of the room, up on a stage, I see a giant sign that says "Jaimiecon 2" 

"No. Fucking. Way." 

*** 

When we came back from our Road Trip, Vera and I approached my law firm for advice about what to do with our footage. We were incredibly disappointed to find out that the boilerplate permission forms everyone had signed were woefully inadequate. That seemed overcome-able since we'd left every one of the 55 encounters on good terms, but then they discovered our complete lack of location permits. Every place we filmed besides our RV would have had good grounds to sue us, and I had enough money to be a good target for a lawsuit. 

Vera and I were both really, really disappointed. We'd already started reviewing some of the material, but this put a giant damper on the whole thing. I was particularly defeated by it, and I spent almost a week in a funk. It made the whole thing feel so pointless because I'd begun to attach a lot of meaning to it all. Then Vera showed me some of the scenes she was working on, and she pointed something out. All of the people were honestly enjoying themselves. Most of them seemed to be surprised to be having such a good time, or were shocked by how much they were liking what was happening to them or around them. Only Kelly and Casey had really gone into a scene prepared for what was about to come their way, but to a man (or woman), they seemed fundamentally happy at the end of it. More than happy; satisfied. 

Vera pitched the idea of finishing a DVD, and sending it back to the participants with our expressed apologies that it would never be commercially viable. I loved it, and we worked feverishly for about 9 months fixing scenes. Everyone that participated got a DVD with their own scene, plus at least 10 hours of other scenes we hand picked to go with them. Almost everyone got Kelly and Casey and Leah. 

Doing our own DVD mastering was time consuming, and we finally shipped out personal editions of our Road Trip on the one year anniversary of our homecoming. The response from them was unanimously positive, and shockingly curious. Everyone wanted to know more about the other people that had been included on their versions. Some went so far as to ask for contact info, which we were ultra hesitant to give out, so Vera came up with a solution. 

Jaimiecon. 

Of course I resisted the idea at first. I didn't want to create a following, or a cult of personality, or anything remotely resembling that, but Vera broke it down for me. I was more like a glue that would allow other people to come together for their own reasons. The expectation was that people would come and meet each other. Then I wouldn't be forced to entertain everyone en masse, or one at a time until everyone was satisfied. 

And I wasn't. But I also wasn't prepared for what was basically a weekend long key party at the motel we invaded. Maybe 30 people showed up, and we just swapped rooms so often that nobody ever really had a room that was theirs. Everyone sorta drifted in and out of one flesh mosiac after another. 

To this day, Vera regrets not being prepared with webcams for each room. 

*** 

This isn't 30 people... this is much closer to 100!! There were only 60 people in our 55 encounters! How are there so many people here?! Casey is the first one to break out of the pack and run up and hug me. She looks so cute today! My Parents (?!) are here with Dave and Carol Ann(?!?!)! Leah brought the Prince?! 

"Roy?!" A few more people are crowding up for a hug, but for the most part, they're hanging back and clapping. "How is Roy here?!" 

"My dad flew in to watch the girls!" Vera has to yell to be heard. 

"I'm not gonna get to see Soundgarden, am I?" I talk a lot about her calves and thighs, but Vera has a surprising amount of arm strength, and I always forget about it until she punches me. 

*** 

"Behind Jaimie's back, I remained in contact with almost everyone, with the notable exception of Hal. Some of you may remember that he came to the first Jaimiecon, but shortly after that he got into some hardcore S&M stuff in a seedy club in New York." Vera has a microphone up on the stage. The ballroom is believably set up for a wedding. A quick glance around the room says that most people are grouped at tables with other people we put in their personal videos. 

"Anyway, one of the things that came up almost universally was that you guys all felt very much... freed by your experiences. In some cases," she said, pointing to Ron, "it was the act that was liberating. For most of you, however, what you took away was watching how happy Jaimie was while she fucked your brains out." She has to pause for the laughter. "How she took a chance and made a change for herself for the better." 

"When I first started sending out the invitations for this, I was shocked by how many people wanted to bring someone new. Someone who wasn't originally a part of The Road Trip. I was skeptical until I realized that this isn't so much for me, or for Jaimie, as it is for you guys. This is a safe place. Obviously, these people know what they're getting into. You have video proof!" 

"Anyway, I'm not much of a speech person, so I'm gonna turn it over now. I understand a few people have some things they wanna say." 

Kelly and Casey got up first. They performed a dramatic re-reading of the conversation Ron and Vera and I had in the bar, with Casey performing Ron and Vera in male and female voices. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 10



I learned that, no matter how slick you think your double entendres are, it is side-splittingly funny after the fact. It was embarrassing and hilarious to hear our drunken mating dance done sober with straight faces. My face was beet red the entire time. 

One of the lesser known performers, a woman named Lola, got up next, and read a series of limericks and haikus. She really surprised me with some of them. One was an ode to Ron's penis, which she called dibs on. Most of them were shout outs to other participants she admired, but a few were either extremely deep or uproariously funny. 

One guy got up and gave a testimonial about showing his video to his girlfriend, and how it had really opened the door for both parties. Although he doesn't do drag, they worked out a system like Kelly and Casey use to bring home other people. 

During that guy's story, Vera got up and busied herself with something techie behind me. As he was finishing, she unrolled a screen up on stage, and showed a 3 minute video of outtakes from our Road Trip to the tune of Bowling For Soup's "My Wena". Most of the video was various peoples facial expressions matching what the song describes. She had cumshots that hit the camera. One time when I came in a girls mouth. When it hit the back of her throat, it surprised her and she staggered backwards, but I kept cumming and hit her in the eye at which point she fell backwards off the bed. A few shots of me whipping my cock around like a windmill. Footage of one time when Vera used a whoopie cushion during anal sex and I ran away screaming. 

Etc. 

It felt a little bit like a roast, but nothing was below the belt. I cried from laughter. Vera took the stage again after the video was over to a round of vigorous applause. 

"Ok, ok! The last part of this is coming up. The raffle winners know what they have to do, and the rest of you are free to stay and eat, or roam at your leisure. And just remember, if you have any questions..." 

"FUCK IT!!" came the roaring response from everyone. It took me a minute to remember that's how she tags all her emails. 

"What raffle?" 

"Oh, don't worry about that," Vera says, motioning me up. "I do need you to come with me though. It's for your birthday." The lesbian from #31 gives me a high five on the way out. What was her name?! 

Kelly meets us in the hallway, and she's got on the biggest smirk as we take the elevator up to the top floor. 8 floors... I need to learn how to count! She's looking awfully damn good in a striped blue power suit. She takes the lead once we get out into the hallway, and ushers me into her room. Vera waits in the hallway, and I begin to feel like Kelly led me to another trap. 

"There are three winners to the raffle. I'm the first, and I get the best job since I get to keep you in line!" 

"Keep me in..." and then I see it. Spread out on the bed, complete with all of it's accessories, is... "Son of a Bitch!" 

"That's right, girly. The French Maid costume." Oh, she is eating this up. "Put it on." 

For a split second, I consider rebelling, but Kelly is... formidable. In my mind, I've built her up to be a master of Krav Maga, or something else equally lethal. For a split second, I feel uncomfortable with cheating on Vera and Roy, but they put me up to this! Those assholes! For a split second, I wonder who else won... but then that's the fun of it, isn't it? I have no idea... Kelly walks over to lean against the dresser. After a deep breath, I decide that I'm in and start moving. 

"No," she barks, "do it slowly." Technically I don't have the costume on yet, but it doesn't feel very much in the spirit of things to ignore her at this point, so I comply. I turn away from her while I unzip my dress, and slide it down with deliberate slowness. I remove each of my shoes by hand, rather than kicking them off. I unclasp my bra, but turn around to face her before allowing it to fall to the floor. She looks me over from head to toe wolfishly. I unclasp the garter belt from the stockings, pull out my penis, and remove each one as delicately as I can. 

I notice that the matching panties are missing, but that feels intentional. I start with the bodice, which Kelly is reluctantly kind enough to help me lace up. She's not gentle with the strings, but I look really fucking good in it when she's done. The stockings, heels, and gloves all go on with Kelly on the sidelines, soaking up every view with a grin that makes me just a teency bit nervous. 

The last piece is the hat. I go over to the bathroom mirror and am fixing up my hair when Kelly walks up right behind me. Her head just appeared over my shoulder, but the real shock is when her hand clasps my buttock and her thumb starts pushing up. Her thumb is lubed! It slides up between my cheeks and presses against my anus. I pause, arms raised to pin the hat in place, while she breaks through. 

"Oh my, this is far too tight." Her thumb keeps popping in and out. "We're gonna have to do something about this, aren't we?" 

"Yes, mistress," I say, trying to suppress a grin. I was never good at the straight face while wearing this. Not like Vera. She can play the naive waif like she was born for it when she wants to, but I have to really try. "Please stretch it out..." 

"On the balcony. Now." I quickly finish pinning the hat in place while I strut out of the bathroom. "We're gonna have to work on your walk later. Your ass isn't shaking nearly enough." 

"Yes, mistress." I open the door, and the view is quite lovely. Most of the buildings in the area are shorter than this one, so I can see pretty far. 

"Against the railing." 

"Yes mistress." I walk up close enough to bump my hips with it. Kelly's hands wrap around my waist to pull me back a foot and bend me. When I lean forward, my tits immediately fall out. The cupping is woefully inadequate. They're just hanging out over the railing for all the world to see. Then she pats my ankles a little until I've spread them out to her liking. 

She doesn't do anything at first. She just walks behind me and stares. When she walks far enough behind me that I can't follow her over my shoulder, I take a moment to look back out over the city, and the degree to which I am exposed sets it. It makes my cheeks ignite with embarrassment, but I also can't stop the smile. Damn you, Vera. 

After a minute, Kelly removes her jacket and lays it over the back of one of the chairs. Her short sleeved shirt reveals very toned arms, from her biceps all the way down. Then I notice the bottle of lube that has probably been on the table the whole time. 

"Eyes forward." 

I don't even get to watch?! Damnit! It's torturous to hear the clacking of her heels as she paces behind me. After a minute, she covers the distance from the table to my side. She places a hand on the middle of my back, and then... 

Two of her fingers enter my ass. I try to twist my heels outward from the ball of my toes, but I get a sharp spank for my effort. 

"You will do nothing that you aren't explicitly told to do until we leave this room." 

"Yes, mistress! Of course, mistress!" Fuck, that stings! 

Her fingers work slowly until the resistance is minimal, and then she begins to push and pull on the edges of my asshole. I have to brace myself on the railing to not be toppled over. It's not that I fear another slap, exactly, but I'm certainly not gonna go seeking them out! After a minute of pulling, she moves around behind me, and two more fingers from her other hand slide in. I bite my lip and throw my head back. The railing feels so cool against my underboob, but that's the least of my concerns when a fifth finger slides inside. 

Now that she has fingers from both hands in there, she really starts to pull apart, which draws a sharp cry from me. The way it echoes between the neighboring buildings and down the street makes my stomach flutter. The fear/excitement that comes from being exposed causes me to whimper a little more. Kelly gives one more good pull in both directions, and this time I manage to muffle the response. My cock is poking the glass beneath the railing, thick as a tree trunk. 

"Now we're getting somewhere," she says, and all of her fingers leave me at once. "Oh, look at that lovely gape. That's magnificent..." Her tongue slips inside my hole, and my eyes cross as she gets farther in there than I've ever had a tongue get. She only stays long enough to tease me, though, before she comes back around to stand beside me. Her hand returns to the middle of my back. 

"This is going to hurt," she whispers into my ear. I want to look back, to see what's about to happen, but I think I already know... 

Four fingers push into my ass. They get hung up at the beginning of her palm, where her hand gets much, much wider very quickly. I can't muffle the cry this time. I want to make sure no one is watching from across the street, but I can't open my eyes. I want to know that someone else is enjoying the view, but I can't pull my chin away from my chest. 

She works just the fingers in and out, but each time in the pressure is just a little greater. I can't seem to relax the muscle any more so it's just a matter of stretching until it fits, and I have no illusions that Kelly will stop short of stretching my ass until it fits. Roy's cock has a thick section in the middle, and opening up enough to get past that is usually quite an effort. This is worse... 

Ooooooooooh she keeps getting up to the knuckle and pulling back. It feels like I'm at the widest part, and I'm dying for her to go further. The next time in, when she pushes to the widest part of her hand, to where the thumb is pushed up against the edge, her fingers start wiggling. My neck tries to shrink down into my shoulders, and my knees wobble for a second. 

"Steady, girl. Steady," she whispers. You know how sometimes, when people talk but you can't see their lips, you can still tell that they're smiling? 

The hand on my back presses down gently, and Kelly makes one more push. Her thumb, tucked up into her palm, is much less of an obstruction than I'd assumed it would be, but it feels like it takes forever to get to her wrist. My hips feel so narrow with her in there... 

...And then she's in. I exhale loudly. Deep breaths feel tighter, so it suits me to take short, shallow breaths accompanied by whimpers that vary in volume depending on how much is moving inside of me. She squats down next to me, and her hand moves from my back to grab my cock. 

Oh thank god... but she isn't stroking... 

The hand in my ass is the star of the show. She alternates between making a fist inside of me and pushing in/pulling back but not out, and spreading her fingers. Her fingertips feather my insides, and that's what draws the strongest response from me. Even my breathing gets a stutter when she works all of it at once. The fist is no cakewalk, but I sound like I'm having a seizure when she does spirit fingers.. 

I get a forceful reminder of just how strong Kelly is when her hand clamps down on my cock at least twice as hard as it had been. In rapid order, my voice starts rising higher and higher, and everything starts clenching. But just when it feels like I'm getting there, Kelly makes a tight, tight fist and pulls it back, back, Back, Back, Back, BACK, BACK, BACK AND OUT! GOOD FUCKING GOD NO! 

My knees give out, and the wind is knocked out of me as I fold over the railing. There's a light breeze inside my asshole... Kelly is next to me after a minute, pulling one of my arms up over her shoulder and helping me upright. My cheeks are cherry red, and my pained expression amuses her to no end 

"One down, two to go!" 

"Two more? Fuuuuuck," I say. 

"Don't worry. I think you're really gonna like the next one." She gets me a bottle of water, and I take a few minutes to catch my breath. Kelly looks extremely pleased with herself. Once I'm upright, Kelly crosses over to me to slap my arms just below the shoulder. 

"You ready?" 

"Yes Mistress." God damnit! 10 more seconds!! Oh god, I was so close!! 

"Good. Now strut, and I want to see that ass shake." Working it causes my cock to bounce from outer thigh to outer thigh. Fuck, I really, really wanted to cum just now. "Much better." My tits are bouncing all over the place too! 

We get out into the hallway, and Kelly directs me to the far side of the building. We pass a few rooms with open doors. Somehow Vera got the Lesbian from #31 to go down on Roy in one room. I can never remember her name. Daisy? I think it was a flower of some ki- 

SMACK! 

"Eyes forward!" 

Fuck, that stings!! I correct my posture and continue down the hall. Finally, she taps my shoulder and points me into the next room. She closes the door behind her, but then stays there, arms folded and feet spread apart. 

"Hey sis!" Carol Ann?! It takes a supreme amount of effort not to break character, but even more so when I round the corner and get a look at her. She just gave birth to their second child, a boy this time, about 6 months ago. I haven't seen her in a couple months, but she looks fantastic! She's got on a transparent black teddy, and her breasts are sooooo swollen. I can't take my eyes off of them. I come to a stop in the middle of the room, arms tucked behind me, but it's hard not to stare. She walks towards me grinning. 

"Oh that's right! I forgot you were coming like this! To be honest, I was really just looking forward to fucking you. This," she pauses, dragging a finger over my costume at the stomach, "is just an added bonus." My cock hasn't dipped in the slightest yet. From the side, I really get a good view of how huge her tits are now. She's gotta be like a G cup! 

She drags a chair over from the desk, plants it behind me, and then gives me a slight push. I land hard on my ass and wince. Kelly laughs from the door, but Carol Ann just looks sympathetic as she tucks my knees together. 

"Poor baby... Did Ms. Kelly treat you roughly?" 

"Ms. Kelly," she says from the door. "I like the sound of that." 

I just shake my head, unsure of how I'm supposed to address her. 

"Well good." I didn't notice that she's not wearing panties until she straddles my legs and sits down in my thighs. "No hands, understand?" 

I nod, although I don't understand. Not until she reaches in and pulls one of those milk jugs out of her teddy and holds it up to my mouth. Her nipples are like a hand-span wide, and my eyes cross following the tip as it gets closer and closer... My lips purse around a knot almost as thick as my index finger. At the top of my field of vision, I can just barely see Carol Ann licking her lips as I start sucking. 

My cock is throbbing, jammed up under my left tit, as I coax out the first few drops of milk. It's so delicious... Hers is thicker than mine or Vera's were, and sweet. Like cream. I purr between swallows, and her lips break slowly into a smile. I can just make out the shadow of her teeth between her slightly parted lips. The lids of my eyes become heavy, and I close them. 

The loss of one sense immediately strengthens the senses of taste and touch. Her hardened nipple fills my mouth as I draw more of it in. The milk is coming out on the back of my tongue, squirting harder. I can feel her squeezing her tit with her hands to increase the flow, and I quietly thank her with my tongue. My cock is aching... 

And the taste!! Dear lord!! I grab hold of the chair back to stop them from rising, because all I want to do is sink my fingers into her pillowy bossom and drown. Or suffocate. It's intoxicating!! In the back of my mind, I wonder if she's been loading up on aphrodisiac foods, but the rest of my mind is too busy hoping that is the case for it to become a concern. 

On and on. It comes in dribbles and streams. I barely notice when she leans back and swings her other massive mammary around to slap my cheek. 

"Oh dear," she exclaims, but I instantly forgive her when the nipple is presented at sucking range. More. More. 

"That's gooood. Oh, that's fucking good." Her voice is a whisper I can't be sure I was meant to hear, but the reinforcement that I'm doing a good job puts the flush back in my cheeks. 

"Jeeeeeeesus fucking christ," Kelly laughs. "That is disappearing into her mouth..." 

"I know!!" Carol Ann's slightly distracted, slightly high tone feels so far away. I just want more, and my cock is ready to explode... 

"Aaaaaaaaaand stop!" WHAT?!?! 

"Nooo," I whimper. My lips follow her tit as she pulls it out and backs away, but Kelly steps up in my peripheral vision, and I immediately regret both actions. 

"Don't worry, slut. We're heading to the end now." I hesitantly get up and head towards the door. 

SMACK!! 

I yelp, and get my posture as perfect as I can. 

"That was for speaking out of turn, slut." 

SMACK!! 

"That was for continuing after I said stop." 

SMACK!! 

"...that was because I like watching your ass jiggle!" 

As if it wasn't sore enough back there! Kelly directs me back down the hall, and I swear we end up right back at the same room we started in. Kelly steps aside so that I enter first, and once again takes up position in the short hallway to block any sort of escape. I don't recognize the naked woman looking out the window. Her blond hair, lighter than Kelly's but still dark, looks so familiar though. 

"Hello, Bradley," she says. No, it couldn't be... "although I hear it's Stone now?" She starts to turn around, and 

"Kara?!" 

I immediately glance at Kelly out of the corner of my eye, but she makes no move to punish me. She seems content to just watch me squirm, but when I then take a half step back, she shakes her head at me. I try to resume my upright posture, but it's extremely difficult... 

"Lie down on your back," she says, and I swear it's like I can hear my own authoritative voice echoing behind her. I slowly get down, although it takes longer than it should because I refuse to take my eyes off of her. 

"That's good enough," she says just before I get all the way flat. I'm still up on my elbows as she steps over me. Her sneer is in full effect. My cock is practically vibrating as she gently kneels down over me and eases it into her pussy. She only ever pushes deeper, never pulling back, although she takes forever to lower herself down until... 

I hit her cervix again, but she's not changing direction... She closes her eyes, bites down on her lip, and wiggles around a little. She gives a little gasp at the same time I feel the tip of my cock find a soft spot, and then she starts pushing again!! Holy Fucking Shit, my head is pushing through!! 

Kara's hands are planted on my stomach, and her fingernails scratch red lines as my enormous head pushes, pushes, pushes, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand 

"Holy fucking shit!" She's panting, but a self-satisfied smile creeps over her lips as she finally looks down and makes eye contact with me. "Now you can cum," she says, and my shocked expression changes very little when I do just that. 

"Happy birthday," Kelly whispers. I hadn't even heard her come up next to me. She gives my cheek a light slap, and then she's exiting the room. It is a huuuuge load... Kara's hair is covering half her face, but it's big enough that I don't need to see it all to know it's there. 

"You can talk now," she says. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera Ch. 10



"Whaaaaat?!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, I know, right?" She's squirming around. My cock is just barely long enough to fit the head in there, and when she squirms, it's so tight that it pulls. Her eyes roll up behind her eyelids. 

"Oh my god!! This was a bit?" My mind wants to race, but the lack of blood flow makes it harder than it should be. "This was a bit!" 

Kara nods slowly, still squirming and, by the look of it, loving the feel of my cock up in her uterus?! 

"The assplay... Carol Ann's breasts. The clacking of her heels?!?!" 

"You are sharp! I wanted to recreate it identically, but Vera thought... hmmmMMmmmm... thought you'd figure it out too soon." After a pause, she adds, "The little girlcock that could," under her breath. 

"Kara, what the fuck is this?!" 

"You're birthday present!" Good god, it just keeps getting tighter in there.. 

"No, I meeeaaaaaaaa," I stammer as she clenches, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. It takes me a minute to compose myself, because Good God. Do I even need to explain this one?! "I mean, I was pretty harsh with you the last time we talked. Why would you do anything for me?" She clenches again, and my head feels like the cork in a champagne bottle. I chew on my lip frantically. 

"Well, in what seems to be a recurring theme for you, I learned a couple lessons that day. One was that I didn't even like myself." My cock is trying to soften and shrink, but her cervix is so tight that it won't slip out on it's own. Oooooo, it's starting to hurt... "I never used to sleep well, and I drank a lot. I was miserable. I liked the power, but it never felt like enough, so I kept trying to climb higher... do you want to pull out now?" 

"Yes please!" 

"Oh," she giggled. "I'm so glad you said please!" Her eyes pinch shut, and she lifts herself off me slowly. My head is in there so tightly that she starts to lift me up off the ground with her, but with sharp cries from both of us, I fall free. Kara crawled over next to me on all fours and slumped down on her side. "I had to loosen everything up for like an hour before you got here, you know that? Son of a bitch..." She rolls over onto her back and presses her hands down on her womb with pursed lips and a long sigh. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"You're not, in the least, and you shouldn't be. For any of it. I was awful." 

"No, I meant, that you had to loosen up for an hour." 

"Don't be sorry about that either. I orgasmed from just that!" She takes a minute to writhe around on the floor before continuing. "Sometimes you can't see your own flaws until they're all spread out in front of you." She reaches out and slaps my thigh, which sends a ripple throughout my entire body. "The other thing was that orgasm. You know, X only makes me itch. It doesn't heighten anything, just presents the need. Most times, it's even harder to cum than usual because it's distracting, but that day? In an office bathroom? With a girl? Mind blowing..." 

"So you ARE gay!" I exclaim. 

"Don't flatter yourself," she says. "It was being dominated." 

"Aaaaaaaaah." 

"It's funny, because it shouldn't make sense, but being the submissive made me feel more powerful than I've ever felt in my life." 

"You're right. That doesn't make any sense." 

"Well, I could have said no. It would have been harder, and I almost did, but the sense of release was incredible. Plus, I knew I could stop it at any time." 

I scoff, and she slaps my thigh again. 

"I didn't know about the cameras. That was a masterstroke, by the way." 

"Thank you." 

"Anyway, I took a couple weeks off afterwards to try and clear my head, but all I could think about was the bathroom. So, I looked around on Craigslist, and tadaaa!" 

"Tadaa?" 

"Professional submissive. I don't get into all that slave stuff, but you would not believe how many businessmen are so cliche as to want a woman they can dominate in the office." 

"I'd always heard it was the other way around..." 

"Well what they do in their personal time is none of my business," she said with a light smirk. "Most of my clients are CEOs and VPs, and most of them want me to meet them at the office during business hours. One of them hires me as a temp from time to time." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. "They think they're the ones in charge, but all I have to do is scream to ruin the lives of powerful people..." She shudders, and her heavy lids almost have me thinking she just orgasmed thinking about it. 

"Wait a minute!! Vera thought?!" 

She laughs. It's been ages since I heard Kara laugh. It's the summer of 2011 all over again. I really thought I was gonna convert her then... 

"Do you want to tell this story, or should I?" 

"Go on," I said sullenly. 

"Don't worry. We're almost there. So I'd been doing that for a while, and then about a year ago, I'm grabbing a cup of coffee, and there's this woman, breastfeeding in public and grinning at me. At first I was just annoyed, but there was something about her. It bugged me, and eventually I went over. But before i could say anything, she said, 'No, I won't go do this in private' " 

"She's a button pusher..." 

"Right? And I'm like 'No, don't I know you from someplace?' She looked me straight in the eye and said 'yeah, I think my friend fucked you in the ass in a bathroom once.' JUST LIKE THAT! COOL AS A CUCUMBER!!" 

"Steve McQueen with boobs..." 

"She is a character! Anyway, I tried to get her to put me in touch with you because I really wanted to thank you, but she didn't believe me. She did promise to get in touch with me if she thought there would be a good time for it, and she was good to her word." 

"There was no raffle, was there?" 

"I don't think so. I think this was always her plan, even down to that amazon that was in here just in case this wasn't on the level. At least, that's my theory." 

The whole thing seemed like something I would dream up for her, which I guess was the whole point... 

"I wouldn't be shocked to find out that this room is covered in webcams, and that the rest of your little convention is watching us right now..." We both sit up and look around. 

"Hi mom!" I wave a plant in the corner, and giggle. 

"You are not shy!" 

I shrug, and gesture to my fabulous girlcock, laying exhausted over my leg. "Would you be?" 

"Fair... You know, basically everyone that comes in contact with you is affected like this. Vera was telling me about it, but she had to have left out some stuff. Have you ever thought about writing some of this down?" 

At that, I leaned back and thought...



The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera



Once we got outside, she just paced back and forth. No tears, just seething rage, so I didn't try to calm her or bring her down. Better for her to just get this out. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me, squinting slightly and appraising.

"Go get dressed. Wear those black boots you borrowed and one of your roommates t-shirts." My dormmate was a stick figure. I raised an eyebrow and opened my mouth, but she kept right on going, staring off into the distance and nodding once firmly. "It's Friday on a college campus. There's a party here somewhere. We're two incredibly hot chicks and we're getting laid tonight." 

"I'm in." I didn't hesitate. Mostly, I was in because this was where my friend needed me, but I was also in the middle of quite a dry spell so there was literally no reason not to. She looked at her phone, and gave a disgusted phaw.

"Seven texts. Meet me back here in an hour anda half."

I chose my roommates 'Kiss Me I'm Irish' shirt because of the way the words Kiss Me get exploded over my boobs. A quick shower and 45 minutes on hair and makeup later, I was in the tightest jeans I've got and some boots with a 2 inch lift. She was totally right, that bra was amazing. Every curve was working for me that night, so I had a fearsome amount of confidence as I strode up 4 minutes early. Vera was waiting for me, pacing back and forth and staring daggers at any Y chromosome that passed by. 

"A drama major. I should have known," she said as I walked up, brandishing her phone like a knife. "A dozen more texts and two voicemails while you were gone, by the way."

"It seemed like you recognized her."

"Yeah, she's the bitch he kisses in his scenes. Neither of them has a big part. Seems like all they do is make out in the corner of a bar." She paused to insert a light laugh. "He told me she kissed like a dog. Sloppy tongue just goin' all over the place. What an ass."

"There is nothing worse than a bad kisser," I said as we started walking. "It's the part everyone should have had the most practice at. It's just lazy to still be bad at it by college."

We only had to look for 10 minutes before we saw that Frat Row had at least 6 parties going that night. I picked Alpha Chi for no better reason than that they had the nicest house. We're inside the front door for all of 10 seconds before the first hot boy came up with drinks in hand, looking to help us unwind. My hand was halfway to the cup when Vera stopped me with an arm across my chest.

"I don't think so. Not planning on being date raped tonight," she said to him with that fake smile you might give a frenemy. You know the one. I looked at her with doubt, but she strode deeper into the house, leaving the poor guy stupefied and confused. 

We grabbed ourselves a couple drinks and headed to a corner couch. Vera started telling me about some of her morning classes, stories she would have told me at lunch except for the interruption. We're not there 2 minutes before a pair of Alpha Chi's, easily spotted by their matching t-shirts, came over all smiles and charm.

"You lovely ladies here all alone tonight?" The blonde one said, fake shock oozing from every pore. 

"That's terrible!" The black haired guy practically talked on top of the blonde one. Vera started to wave them off, but the blond one bowled right over that.

"Fortunately, we're very hospitable people here and-"

"Ok blondy, I'm gonna cut you off right there. We're having a conversation," she said, pointing at me. Now, the dark haired one is very much my type, and Blondy would have done it for Vera on any other day, so although I merely stared at them until they leave, I was somewhat perplexed as Vera continued her very normal story about typos on her history quiz that caused her to get incorrect answers. 

And then I got it. 

That night was not, as advertised, about getting laid. That night was about rejection, and we were gonna hand it out like candy. So when the next guy, a very pretentious looking wanna-be hipster came over to offer me a refill on my trashcan punch, I handled it. I put a hand on Vera's leg as he approached to stop her from jumping on him, and after he was done with his admittedly clever pickup line, I gave him a single raised eyebrow. It took him a good ten seconds to get the message, and then he backed off. Vera was beaming at me. 

After that point, the single guys in the room began to take notice of the rejections. We got fewer and fewer approaches over the rest of the night, although the quality level only went up. 

By 1 AM, we'd moved into the kitchen where we were having a very animated discussion about the kind of things drunk girls talk about at 1 am. Who can possibly remember that? Anyway, maybe the most gorgeous man I've ever seen strolled in. Check that. The most gorgeous man I will ever see. As he moved in our direction, Vera took exactly one second from our conversation to look him up and down and say "I don't think so" before returning to our very mindless topic.

"Don't be like that, baby," He said. "We all want to go home with someone tonight."

"Uhh, I'm already here with someone," she said, motioning to me. Mainly to my breasts.

"She can come too," He said, a hair too enthusiastically. 

"I don't think so."

"What is she, your girlfriend?"

"So what if I am?" I said, stepping up and slipping my arm around her waist.

"Oh, you can definitely come too!"

"Don't you get it?" she said. "We play for the other team." I reached up, grabbed her jaw, and laid the longest, softest, deepest, most sensual kiss I've ever laid on anyone, on her. I practically slammed her into the refrigerator as she backpedalled I tried to make a show of it, but then I realized I wasn't having to try. It was just hot.

Her hands were up in my hair in a flash, and her eyes were heavy lidded as I pulled away. Gorgeous man just stood there slack mouthed as we turned and walked around him, one past each side. Vera extended her arm and dropped her half full cup on the floor of the kitchen as we exited to a round of hoots and hollers from every other onlooker.

"That was so AWESOME!" Vera was barely able to keep her cool until we'd rounded a corner and left the house behind. "The look on his face?!?" She squealed for a moment, before spinning on me. "And you! You were amazing!! Your timing! OMG!" I can't help but laugh. It felt good to see my friend putting this afternoon behind her, so it never even crossed my mind to do anything but follow her back to her apartment and keep the conversation lite and focused on our rejections of them. Them being boys. She didn't realize what I was doing until we get to her door.

"You should totally just crash on the couch tonight. There's no way we're getting up before noon tomorrow, and your dorm is like 2 miles the other way across campus. Come upstairs and sleep on the couch." I let her lead me like this hadn't been my plan all along. She looked confused when I laugh, but doesn't ask. 

Her apartment is dark when we get in. "Is your roommate not here tonight?" I ask. Angie was a night owl, and her keeping Vera up was a constant source of complaints I heard about at lunch. Angie was doing this last night. She was doing that. Blah blah blah. 

"Yeah, she headed home for the weekend to see her folks," she said as she unloaded her purse and jacket and stripped off her boots. "I love the way these things look, and by the end of the day, I'm so numb it doesn't even hurt anymore."

"See, I would have guessed those were the comfortable ones by often you wear them."

"You have my comfortable ones on right now," she says with a pointed look. "Put something on TV. I'm still wired."

I grabbed a wine cooler out of the fridge and settled down on the loveseat. The way I saw it, we're both gonna end up crashing on the couches in a little bit and she's a hair taller than me, so I left the longer couch free. Vera disappeared into her room while I flipped through the channels. Do you know what's on basic cable at one thirty in the morning? Nothing. 

Lack of options left me with a mountain of As Seen On TV ads, Sportscenter, and a Lifetime movie of the week, so I opted for the last one thinking that maybe now, here in a safe place, it might be good for her. A few minutes later, Vera came out wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else. Her bare feet padded across the floor to the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice her legs as she goes by. Sometimes I forgot that she was a runner.

"Do you want any popcorn?" 

"Uh, sure! Extra Butter?"

"Duh." She rooted around in her pantry for a moment before I heard a triumphant "Ah ha!" The microwave kicked on behind me. "Oh! I've seen this one! It's the one with the popular daughter who gets AIDS and refuses to tell anyone, making everything worse every day. It's unbelievably bad!"

"Sold!" I tossed down the remote.

After a few minutes, Vera settled down on the other side of the loveseat, and we devoured the popcorn. After the popcorn was gone, she tucked her legs up into her t-shirt. Then she hid her feet underneath a pillow. And then she was crying. 

She pulled the pillow up, hugging it tightly and burying her face in it. I shifted on the couch, turning my body towards her and crawling over to hug her. We stayed like for a few minutes until the hysterical crying slowed down to just sobbing. I leaned back, and she sobbed for a few minutes more. I put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up. Her mascara had smeared. 

"This isn't how I wanted this to happen," she sobbed. And then she was kissing me. 

I don't remember her crossing the couch. I think I might have looked away, and then she was there. Her lips were so soft. Kissing a Vera wasn't like kissing a man. Men expect you to melt before their power. Their lips are firm and you mold to fit them, but this was like a mutual softening. Like two warm sticks of butter. I leaned back slightly out of surprise, but she followed, straddling me on the loveseat. Her hands cupped my face, holding me there with her literally and figuratively. My hands clung to the couch, unsure of where else to be, but every other part of me was inviting her in. I could barely make out her face when she finally sat up. The light of the TV painted everything a pale blue.

"Tonight was supposed to be for us," she said, her voice unsteady. Her eyes were downcast, and seeing her so defeated was breaking my heart. "I had it all planned out. This isn't how it's supposed to happen."

"Wait, you...planned this?" I said, stunned. She only manages a weak nod, and I could see that she's done making moves. She wanted me? She's waiting for a response now, some sign that she's not violating any feelings of trust or friendship. My hands finally loosen their death grip and met hers on her thighs. 

"You... want to be with me?" I'd never seen her look as vulnerable as she did when she closed her eyes and nodded again. My god, the emotions she must have been feeling! My mind was racing. On the one hand, it felt wrong to make any kind of move, whether I want to or not, given her emotional state. On the other hand, she said she was going to do this anyway. 

It seemed to me then that it all came down to what I wanted, so I thought for a moment. I thought about all the times I stared just a hair too long where she had exposed skin. Her thighs, her neck, her ankles, her perfect little tits. I thought about her feet, nestled up underneath her and tucked against my legs. Then I thought about how I'd felt when she looked at me in that dressing room. I had wanted that attention. I had wanted it from a girl. It was like a dawning in the truest possible sense. I was falling for this crazy, cool chick. 

Suddenly, I realized my eyes had been drifting back and forth as I searched my memories and my heart, and when I refocused, she was crying again. I was taking too long! Stop thinking so much!

I squeezed down on her hands, and that seemed to snap her back. She looked down at me looking at her. We didn't say anything for a long while, but the tears stopped. Then her ragged breathing slowed down. 

Slowly, I brought my arms together, pushing my breasts out. My roommates Kiss Me shirt was never gonna fit her again. Vera took a moment to realize what I'm doing, and when she does, she's in a frantic rush. It wad only a brief kiss, but it carried her relief, her anxiety, and her passion. She pulled back for a moment to compose herself, and when she returned, it was earth shattering. My hands were in her hair, along her sides, cupping her cheeks, sliding down her hips. I caressed and was caressed. 

4 days later, we came up for air. She took my hands as she stood, and pulled me to my feet. I felt so stupid, like I needed to have each step explained to me, but she was willing and comfortable enough to guide me. She'd left two of the lights on in her bedroom. Low, indirect lighting. She walked me to the side of the bed, and I sat down. I was completely in shock. I heard her rustling through her CD's, but I didn't recognize it when she put it on. I remember that it felt like the strangest music to make love to. At one point, one of the songs even said that exact line. 

"Don't worry," she said. "I've been thinking about this a lot more than you have. Just relax and trust me." She crawled onto the bed behind me. I turned my head slightly, but she pushed it back straight ahead. She knelt behind me, pulled my hair around to my left, and began laying soft kisses along my neck. She pulled the collar of my shirt out over my shoulder and ran her tongue slowly from the edge of my arm right up to my ear, circling it like a whirlpool. She nibbled on the tip of my ear lobe, and in a deliberate repetition of our time in the dressing room, whispered "Ok, arms up."

I dutifully lifted my arms. Her fingertips graced my sides on the way up, sending shivers up my spine. My bra pulled tight for a moment as she unclasped it, and I let it slide down and onto the floor. Her hands slipped beneath my arms. I cup my breasts from beneath and inhale sharply as her fingers find my nipples. Her tongue on the side of my neck is like a butterfly brushing by. Her fingers rolled gently, tugging and squeezing. 

"Your tits have been haunting my dreams for months." The way she lingered on the s's as she whispered in my ear made me want to purr. "I'd be sitting in class, and you'd sit down next to me. Then you'd just open up your shirt. No bra. Or I'd be at lunch and you'd come in, naked from the waist up. It was like no one else could see them. You never teased me with them, or did anything other than shyly invite me, but I never took you up on it. I was too afraid." Then she moved in even closer and, with just the ghost of a whisper, added "I'm not afraid anymore." I tried to turn my head again, and this time she let me. Her left hand slid back from my nipple, and she dragged her nails lightly along my ribs as we met over my shoulder for another long kiss. Her tongue felt so small, at times directing and being directed by mine. It kept coaxing me to follow it past her lips, teasing me until I give chase. She likes the game to take place on her turf. When she finally pulled back, I noticed for the first time how wet I was 

"Lie down on your stomach." I remove my boots, pants, and panties. When I turned around, I see that Vera is naked too. She'd probably been naked this whole time. At her direction, I laid down on the bed. She poured an oil along the length of the backs of my legs and then worked them from thigh to ankle in waves. First one leg, deeply softened from top to bottom, and then the other. The smell was intoxicating. It felt like I only needed to breath every other day. 

Then she straddled me from behind, cheek to cheek. More oil starting from the base of my neck, going slowly downward. Her fingers, thumbs, and palms worked my shoulders, my shoulder blades, and on down my spine. As she pressed on my lower back, I began to feel that she was dripping on me. That realization caused me to inhale sharply, although I don't know why that another bit of confirmation that she liked me was shocking. 

She slid back a little more to sit on my thighs. Another sharp breath as she began to massage my ass. In my mind, she had already gotten my entire back side. I hadn't even considered... but then she had, hadn't she? I'd never had anyone give my ass any attention. I purred louder. One of her hands slid down between my legs, and with her middle finger, Vera touched my pussy for the first time. It was slow and she just used the first joint, gently pressing rather than exploring. Every breath I took now left with a soft whimper attached at the end, like a little 'p.s. I like this.' Just as I began to feel the urge for more, she slid off me. 

"Turn over."

I rolled and settled. After a moment, Vera crawled over me and spun. She settled down on my stomach, facing away from me. She kept fidgeting, moving her ass back and forth a little. Then I realized she was peering over her shoulder at me and grinning. 

The oil wasn't quite so cold on my legs this time. She focused on my thighs mostly, working from outer and lower to upper and inner. The tingle was phenomenal, and she kept wiggling her ass the entire time. 

When she was done there, she spun around again, straddling me. I felt the heat from her pussy against me, radiating like a furnace. She took more care pouring out the oil on my stomach, but then she only gave it cursory attention before moving her obvious target(s). 

She poured the oil on her hands directly, then spent a moment warming them up before touching my breasts. Both hands reached under the left tit first, scooping and lifting. As she lifted, my tit would mold itself in her hand and slip through. She did this several times, and each time the mold became a little tighter.

Then she cupped it, using only her thumbs to gently knead in opposing arcs. I started squirming when the arcs began to pinch the nipple. She started catching the nipple between her thumbs, pushing and lifting. Both of us watched as they got harder and harder, drawing the rest of the areola taught. 

Once it felt solid, she switched over and started working on my right tit. The bigger, more sensitive one. Molding and lifting. Kneading and arcing. Pushing and lifting. This time I whimpered a little as the nipple got hard. Vera immediately leaned in and flicked it with her tongue. Another flick, and then she wrapped her lips around it. Oh god, her teeth were exquisite! When she looked up at me, tit being drawn up into her mouth, I couldn't stop myself from grabbing her face and pulling her up into another kiss. Her body came down to rest on mine. I felt her nipples pushing down into my soft pillows below, and her thigh pressing down on my pussy felt wonderful, but it was her face that filled my world. 

My hands came down to rest on her hips, and she started a slow grind. In the back of my mind, I wondered about hip on hip grinding between two girls, but when she was there doing it, it just felt right. 

After a long, long tussle of tongues, she lifted her head just an inch and hovered over me. My eyes darted to take in every feature of her face in this moment. The slightly ruined mascara. The look of hunger. The slight arch to her nose. One of my hands trailed lightly through the hair at her temple, pulling it back and tucking it behind her. ear. The way she was biting her lip. For her, the only things that existed were my eyes. She was only there for a few breaths, but I swear time stopped.

She crawled backwards over me, and settled down between my legs. A flutter the size of a small hurricane ripped in circles through my stomach. I'd never had anyone go down on me before! I was breaking all kinds of new ground tonight! My breath was ragged and choppy in anticipation as she found a comfortable spot, adjusting my legs just so. Up through the valley of my cleavage, she watched me watching her as she stepped up to the plate. My hands settled over my tits, fingertips pressing inward. Vera's eyes lit with a flame I had seen neither before nor since. 




The Ballad of Jaimie and Vera



At first, it was just teasing. Running up the side of my labia, down the other. Up and down the outer lips. She coaxed my legs just a hair further apart, and I felt myself open before her. The rush of cool air over the wet spots was a surge, followed by a slow dragging of her tongue from somewhere just above my anus on up. Ungodly slow. Agonizing, but with each centimeter, each millimeter, there was a growing anticipation in my clit. 

When she finally reached it, she moved so slow I swear I could feel the individual taste buds as they rumbled past. Her tongue felt like it was 8 inches long for the time it took from top to tip. With barely a pause, she started from the bottom again, although this time a hair quicker and a bit stiffer. Her tongue lingered for a moment over the opening, exploring just enough to make me shiver. By the time she reached my clit again, my back had arched up, and a long, low moan escaped. 

This time, when she went back down, she only went as far as the opening. Her tongue went in deep, scooping up and out. Each time out, she slurped just a little. My eyes crossed when it hit me what she was doing, and my moan dropped an octave. She was drinking me! She spent a long minute there, sampling me. My fingers had clamped down on my tits. Unconsciously, my hands started massaging them, sliding them apart and together in time with her tongue. 

After she was done there, she moved on to the main event. Another minor adjustment to my legs to open me just a bit more. Her arms slid around, and as her hands viced down on the insides of my thighs, she pulled her face into me. Her whole mouth closed over my clit. My head arched straight back, and I stared at the wall upside down as she set in on me. Her tongue alternated between stiff, finger-like stroking, and a soft rubbing. A gentle nudging. A sharp flicking. 

"I-"

"Not yet," she said, pulling back just far enough and just long enough to get it out before latching back on. I knew it was fast, but she'd been working on me for a while now. My vocal contributions to the music of the room degenerated back to moans and whimpers. I didn't know how long I could hold it back. The way it was building, the way she was going...My hands flung out and gripped the bedsheets. 

"Ver-"

"Not yet!"

This time, when she went back, she had moved back down to the opening, and one of her hands had spidered over to furiously rub my clit. Her tongue felt like it was two or more inches inside me, and I felt the all clear as she mumbled into my cunt.

I came like a freight train, warbling and arching. My legs wrapped around her head, interlocking at the ankles and pinning her there. Her tongue kept right on, blessedly sustaining what was already a world-shattering orgasm. Her tongue only slowed as I settled back down to the bed and released her from the leg lock. My legs splayed out on either side of her, and now my breathing well and truly was ragged. Vera sat up, peering at me with a cheshire grin. She ran a finger over her lip, and paused to suck it. Then along the underside of her lip, and paused to suck it. Then along her chin, and paused. As I lay there panting, she crawled over me again, keeping that one, white stained finger in front of me. 

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" she asked. I shook my head, and she grinned. Her finger sank into my mouth, covered in a sticky, salty distillation of my lust for her.

"What do you think?" she said, not removing her finger. I nodded slowly, my tongue caressing her finger.

"I hope you were taking notes," she said, her grin growing impossibly wide. I had just enough time to arch an eyebrow as she got back up on her knees, scooted forward quick as lightning, and planted herself right on my face!

I had opened my mouth just in time to get a deep breath before she settled. I saw the pillow rising in my peripheral vision as my head was driven down. At first, she stayed upright and looked straight down at me. I kept eye contact with her.

Vera was so wet at this point that, open like it was, she was dripping into my mouth. I blinked away my shock, though I was still recovering from my own orgasm. She continued to look down at me as her hands ran through my hair. Suddenly, they balled into fists as she said,

"Lick"

Like an obedient puppy, I pushed my tongue out, finding her pussy directly above me. I let my tongue work a long circle around the edge, feeling her tighten and loosen in anticipation. I worked inward, spiraling towards the center. She was squeezed shut, giving me something to work against. 

Her arms drew up, grabbing at her tits and pulling on her nipples. I couldn't help but watch as she tugged, and I salivated watching how long her nipples got when erect. It was fascinating. I heard her giggle, and I realized she'd been watching me the whole time. 

I slipped my hands beneath her, just below my chin. My fingers worked up between her cheeks, and just as I spread her and went for it, she opened herself and pushed down. My mouth opened wider than I had thought I could, straining as my tongue dove inside her. She finally broke our staring contest, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. My eyes followed her hands as they slid up her shoulders and neck to run through her hair. 

It was so lovely to watch what upraised arms did to her chest. Not even just her tits, mind you. The way her pale skin stretched over her collarbone, the way her breasts raised from her armpits, the way her abdomen curved just slightly inward at the edge of her ribs. I could literally go on for hours.

After a long while of slow in and out, probing in every direction, she began to grind on my face ever so slightly. I don't think she knew she knew she was doing it at first, but it became hard to keep my tongue positioned. My hands slipped out from beneath her, and I reached up to grab her sides. As soon as my hands clamped down, she stopped and looked down at me. 

I pushed and nudged just slightly, tilting her forward. She looked confused until, from this new angle, my tongue pressed up against her clit for the first time. I let go of her and, as I kept my tongue as stiff and flat as I could, she resumed grinding. One hand planted below her on the bed, and the other reaching forward to grip the headboard. Back and forth over my tongue, she pushed her clit. I was in love with the idea of being used like this. So much so that my hands found their way to my tits and clit all on their own. 

At first, she maintained that grin while we stared at each other. Hungry is probably the best way to describe my face, but hers was still mischievous. It took a few minutes to soften her. Slowly, ever so slowly, her grin slipped. Her eyebrows turned down at the edges, and her mouth opened just slightly, almost pouting. She began taking on that faint look of pain and agony we get. I maintained. Her tits hung like tiny upside down pyramids, but the way they swung in little circles was mesmerizing.

Her grind was a rolling of the hip, efficient and slow but plodding and ceaseless. Eventually, I began to see her lower lip tremble just slightly. Then again. After a few more seconds, she was opening and closing her mouth with each trip up. I didn't make sense of it at first and upside down it didn't look like anything, but then I began to hear her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," and on and on. Each time just a hair louder. I pulled my hands up, poised along the sides of her legs. When I felt the tremor I knew was coming, my arms wrapped around her muscular thighs, gripping for everything I was worth. I set in on her clit like a woman possessed. She immediately groaned. Her legs strained against my arms, at first pushing down, and then pulling up. She tried to rock back on her hips to get away from me, but I wrenched myself upwards after her. 

Her groan became a full fledged stream of fucks, a tapestry of profanity. After the fucks slowed down, I dropped myself a bit, and slid down to put my lips over her cunthole. As my tongue teased out a tremendous amount of fluid, Vera began walking up and down the musical scales with her obscene tirade. Low pitch to high, high down to mid, and then back up to high. Sometimes low to high and back again within the same fuck. 

I unwound my arms from her legs, and immediately began fingering myself. I was so turned on by the way she orgasmed. It was unreal. Vera just sat there with her pussy planted over my mouth, breathing deep and, for the first time I'd ever seen, just smiling. Vera never smiled! It was kind of shocking to see! When she started to come back to the world, she turned and looked over her shoulder. Her hand immediately shot back and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't get ahead of me now," she said as she turned back to me, all cool smirks again. "I've got one more thing I want to try." She turned around but didn't move, pussy still hovering over me. I lifted my head up and gave her a quick lick while she paused. I got a light smack to the side of my boob for it. I cooed. When she bent down over me, I bit my lip in anticipation. We were gonna 69! In the back of my mind, I'd been thinking about this the whole time. When she finally got right down over me though, she paused again.

"For this to work, you've gotta be on top." She tucked herself tight to me, and we rolled to my left. It was smooth, and just like that, I was hovering over her. She fussed with my legs, tucking them up in a tight kneel. I started while she was busy with that. I was excited to have a real chance to eat her clit. I also noticed for the first time the smell of her. It had all been so fast, and so focused on taste before. Vera's smell was so lovely, and completely indescribable. I know how hard that might be to read, but it was like sweat, determination, and purple. If your head is spinning trying to understand that, then you're right where I was. 

I started slow on her. I thought back to the amount of time she had spent working around the clit before she got to it when she went down on me. Although my angle was more restricted and the clit was the obvious target, I spent a long time trying things I'd always wished someone would do to me. I sucked part of her labia into my mouth, tugging and nibbling. I think I gave her an inner lip hickey at one point. My tongue explored every fold I could reach, peeling and separating. After I had exhausted the right side, I moved over to the left.

By then, Vera had finally stopped fussing. I felt her tongue go straight for the kill, parting my lips and gently teasing my clit. I also felt her hands sliding around my hips. Exploring every fold. Sucking. Nibbling. Two of her fingers had reached my pussy, and were working in and out. I didn't think I had the angle to match what she was doing, but it seemed like this was all part of her plan. Sucking. Nibbling. Exploring. 

Eventually, I exhausted my appetizer menu and, with slight hesitation, I finally began to make love to her clit. Her reaction was electric. She pulsed beneath me. As I worked in x's and o's, pluses and minuses, her fingers pulled out of me. At first, I didn't feel her drag them up from my pussy, but when she began to push them in on my anus, I squeaked. 

"Relax, babe. You have to relax."

"No one's ever gone there before," I said fearfully, my voice a tiny fraction of it's normal pitch and tone. I almost got up right then...

"No pressure. Just tell me if it's uncomfortable. I promise I'll stop."

I felt so exposed. Part of me felt like I was suddenly in way, way over my head. I was treading in the deep end of the pool. Had I given her some kind of sign? Did I come across as some kind of slut? Who was even into that kind of...

...and then her fingers started again. It was just a light, circling push. With her fingers all wet like they were, it felt nice. Fuck nice, it felt good. Vera licked tentatively at my clit again, and there was a... a resonance. Like two tuning forks humming in harmony. I had been holding my upper body up with my arms, but they gave out. My whole body slumped to rest on her as, for the first time in my life, I felt something go into my ass. It was only one finger, and she only pushed it in as far as the first knuckle, but it floored me. The licking stopped..

"Do you want me to stop?" 

I didn't say anything. It was weird. This was way more troubling for me than that I was with a girl for the first time. I liked anal play?! It had never even crossed my mind. Only whores did that... but God Damnit it felt good. Vera pulled out her finger, and went back for more of my pussy juice. Once wet, she pressed both fingers against me again.

"Do it..." I mumbled. Vera's tongue started again, delicately coaxing my clit out from her hiding place. Her two fingers sat poised against me, pressing slightly. 

"Deep breath," she said in a momentary pause, and after I gulped down as much air as I thought my lungs could hold, I felt her two fingers plunge in. It felt like she was reaching my intestines! Logically, I knew she couldn't be more than a tiny bit inside me. Her fingers just weren't that long, but oh. my. god.

With a fire in me I didn't know was dormant, I began to attack her clit. No beating around the bush now, no pun intended. My tongue flicked back and forth quickly. Vera's tongue set a slow pace. Her fingers, working in and out of my ass, nearly quadrupled that speed. My tongue, in turn, doubled her fingers. 

I don't think I lasted thirty seconds. With a fury I have rarely matched in my life, I came. 

"Don't you dare stop down there!" Vera said as I hit the down side of the climax. "Don't you dare fucking stop!" My arms wrapped tight around her legs again. "Fuck! FUCK!" I kept at it, although my tongue was on fire. "FUCK! FUUUCK!" As she began the thrashing, my tongue gave out. I sucked up on her clit and gave it just the tiniest bite. 

Vera bucked like a horse. I tensed my arms around her thighs, holding her tightly. My teeth held her beautiful little bundle of nerves like a newborn kitten. My legs squeezed down, but I was barely able to stay on top of her while she bellowed and arched. 

"Fuckin shit. Fuckin shit!!! OOOooooh Fuckin....fuckin....fuckin....." That went on for a solid minute.

After she settled down I flopped over onto my back, really taking a moment to breath and relax. For the first time in my entire life, I had had truly fulfilling sex. Sure, I'd had good sex, but it never scratched every itch. Never worked every nerve. This time was different somehow. I wondered if this meant that I was a full on lesbo, but long term thinking like that was fully beyond me as I bathed in the post-sex stew of emotions, hormones, and comfortably tired muscles. 

"How....How did you know?" I panted.

"Know what?"

"That I would like that?" It was troubling.

"What?" Her confusion was totally understandable. Both of us were pretty out of it

"You said you planned that. Why did you go... you know... back there?"

"Oh!" she laughed. A short, bursting laugh. "Sweetie, you have been staring at my ass since the day we met."

"I have not!"

"It's true!"

"...really?"

"Yeah. It was really flattering, actually. It's... ah... what convinced me to try anything at all."

Maybe 15 minutes went by in silence before I felt Vera prop herself up on her elbows. I followed suit after another minute, although I was having trouble opening my eyes again. When I finally did, I saw Vera's ever-present smirk. At almost exactly the same moment, we rolled into a sideways 69. Vera would always claim, to the few we shared this story with anyway, that I moved first, but I maintain it was simultaneous.

We finally wound to a stop some time just before the sun came out; sore, raw, and all dried up on both ends. We did nothing strenuous for the rest of the weekend beyond some light kissing and extreme hydration, but I don't think I stopped smiling for a week. Even when the smiling hurt. Especially when the smiling hurt. My world had changed. 

"So I want to talk about us," Vera said sometime Sunday night. "I know you, and you're probably worried that I'm diving into something way too soon." 

"I am," I said hesitantly, "but I wasn't going to say anything. Being a bit selfish, I guess." 

She laughed. "I just feel like the reason that Donald hurt me so much was because, even though I tried not to put too much stock in his... fidelity," she said, dripping with sarcasm, "I did. Even though I was fully intent on breaking his heart, it... hurt to get beaten to the punch." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I don't want us to think about ourselves as an 'us' " My heart sank just a tiny bit, but I totally understood what she was saying. "I want to keep seeing you, Jaimie. I want to be with you, but I can't get hurt like that again. Not for a long time." 

"Vera, I would never-"

"No, don't say words like never. We're just gonna let this be more open. You are free to see people, and I'm free to see people. You're even free to bring people to me, and if you're cool with it I'll bring people to you. I bet we could have a grand old time," she said with a laugh. After that stopped, she went on more quietly. "I know you would never." I nodded. 

Ever uncomfortable with her own vulnerability, Vera put the cool mask back on. "Anyway, this can go on for as long as you like. Even if you want to put this on hold. Think you've met the right guy, or girl, and you want to see where it goes? That's ok. I wouldn't recommend it in your freshman year, " she chuckled, "but I'll be around." 

She didn't say it, but I felt like she had to force herself to not say 'I'll be waiting'