6 comments/ 21446 views/ 8 favorites The RA By: freelancer722 This is not a true story, just a fantasy of mine even though the ending is reminiscent of how something in my life actually went down. For those who want to know I don't think I'll be finishing my other series but if anyone wants to write an ending for it I'm okay with that. From now on I'm only posting completed stories. Anyways, this one is for Bri. I'm sorry I didn't try harder. ********** I was just starting to shower, still adjusting the temperature when the curtain was ripped open. My suitemate, who also happened to be my RA, stepped into the stall with me and got down to her knees. She forced my legs apart and put one up on the ledge. If I hadn't been so surprised by the whole situation I might have put up some sort of fight. I say might but in all honesty I'd been crushing on her for the past four months and she knew it. I had told her the last time I was drunk (about a week ago) that she could do whatever she wanted to me and then kissed her. She kissed back for a second before she detached herself and looked at me with an unreadable whirlpool of emotion in her eyes. Then she turned away and locked herself in the bathroom we shared. I hadn't talked to her since. So forgive me for not pushing the object of my affection away when she came into my shower and practically buried her face between my legs. I watched her as she leaned forward and when she looked up our eyes locked. There was a question there, so far she had taken control of this but it looked like she wasn't sure she was allowed to continue. I swallowed hard and managed to give her a nod of my head to let her know it was okay. She looked back down to my pussy and then oh so slowly ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit and over my button. My eyes hooded over and I shuddered, letting out the groan I was trying to suppress in the process. She continued her ministrations, starting on the outside and lazily working her way to my inner folds. How did I end up here? I found me asking myself. How did it go from her not talking to me for a week to her surprising me in the shower with what I was quickly learning was a very talented tongue? I racked my brain to think of what changed but soon I couldn't keep a coherent sentence going let alone contemplate the thought processes that led to this situation. Another moan escaped my lips when she sucked my clit into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. She let it go then ran her mouth along the sides of me, kissing my swollen labia every so often as she went. Her fingers were dancing on the insides of my thighs, tracing foreign patterns on the delicate skin. Her tongue delved in between my folds again and it felt like she was memorizing every contour I had to offer. She moved back up and grabbed my clit in between her teeth, gently tugging at it. Fuck I was going insane. My back arched involuntarily against the cool tile to push myself further into her mouth, one of my hands found its way into her short black hair and quickly got tangled in it. The back of my other arm pressed against my forehead and covered my eyes that were by now tightly shut. My stomach muscles were burning from being repeatedly clenched at random intervals as she found new spots that only heightened my arousal. She licked every crevice and once in a while she would stiffen her tongue and thrust it into me a few times before moving back to my clit. Every time I got close to coming she would move again, prolonging my pleasure and my torture as well. I wasn't sure I could take much longer. Each flick of her tongue made my knees weaker, each nibble caused me to roll my hips, each time her mouth captured a part of me I would tighten my grip in her hair. I dared a glace down, immediately regretting it. She was looking up at me, those dark green eyes that had been haunting me for months watching as I writhed beneath her. The thought occurred that she had been watching the entire time and it tipped me over the edge. My body froze for a second before shockwaves of pleasure washed over me. As the first wave hit me my eyes squeezed shut again. My back arched almost painfully and I wanted to scream but at first no noise came out. Soon after it started though I was aware that obscenities were streaming out of my mouth although what I said I can't be sure. The orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever but eventually I came back down. I hadn't noticed that she'd kept licking me the entire way through but when I was done and panting hard I could feel her still lapping up whatever juices she had missed. My breathing slowly went back to normal and she moved her arms out from under me and started to stand. It was a bad decision on her part because as soon as her arms were gone my knees buckled and I fell on my ass. She got back down and looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay?" she asked as she reached out her hands and placed them on either side of my face. I laughed with as much energy as I could gather and responded, "Define okay." She smiled. God that smile was sexy. "Why did you..." I started to ask but she silenced me with a finger and shushed. I waited for her to say something but she just looked at me, studying my face with an expression that I still couldn't read. It was pretty much the same expression she had given me a week ago when we first kissed but this time it looked a little different. Happier maybe? I couldn't really tell. So what were we now? I knew I liked her, hell I would even go so far as to say I was in love with her. But did she like me too? Would she want to be with me or was this a one time thing? An experiment that I had inadvertently snagged a position in when I told her she could have me? I wasn't sure and the fact that she still hadn't said anything had me expecting the worst, especially since she was my resident assistant and I'm guessing assisting the residents to mind-blowing orgasms wasn't in the job description. But she wouldn't be my RA for much longer, we moved out of the dorms tomorrow and then there would only be an age difference to deal with, although 24 seemed like a long way from 19... I was lost in my own thoughts at this point and I didn't notice that her eyes were no longer roaming per se. They were glancing back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. When I did notice though, I looked at hers and licked my lips. I did it because I was told once that when you want someone to kiss you that that's what you do. You either look at their lips or you lick yours. And I really wanted to kiss her. Of course I wasn't sure if it would work or not being as inexperienced as I am, I mean what she had just done to me was the furthest I'd ever gone with anyone by a long shot. I suppose I could've just leaned forward and made it happen myself, but I wanted her to do it. Lucky for me it did the trick because soon I felt her leaning forward, her breath sweet against my skin. She paused just before our lips touched and my breathing hitched. She closed the gap and my first thought was that we fit. Her lips and mine pressed perfectly together and I could taste myself on her. It was a soft, short kiss, not a peck but not much longer than a couple of seconds. When she pulled back I leaned forward and brushed my lips quickly against hers before she got too far away. Then I did it again. And again. She laughed a little at that. "Alright, before we get carried away again can we at least get out of the shower?" I had forgotten about where we were, but once she mentioned it the cold water was hard to ignore and I felt that my fingers were starting to get wrinkly. I really didn't care as long as I was with her though. "Carried away?" I said with an impish look, "If that's what you call that then we should get carried away more often." She responded by saying, "If that's what you'd like I think we could make that happen." While she grinned at me. Then her confidence seemed to falter and she sounded almost nervous as she continued. "It's what I'd like anyways..." I looked at her a bit surprised. I mean yeah she had just eaten me out in the shower with no real reason, but she also didn't talk to me for a week after we had first kissed. I still didn't know if she'd want to do it again. "Um yeah," I said with a slight chuckle. "I want to do that again. A lot." "Yeah?" she looked up with me with a hopeful look on her face. "Yeah." I reassured her. It looked like it was sinking in, that she could actually do with me what she pleased and the more it sank in the happier she seemed to get. "Shall we take this somewhere else then?" she asked me. "Hell yes!" I readily agreed then leaned forward and kissed her hard before standing up. I shut the water off, and half ran half skipped to my room. I jumped onto my bed and started clearing various pieces of clothes from the sheets. I turned around when I was done to see her just standing in the doorway. "Well come on!" I patted the space next to me on my bed. "I'm all wet though..." "So?" She didn't say anything so I rolled my eyes and said, "Come here and I'll tell you a secret." She slowly walked towards my bed. "Little closer." She took a step forward. "Liiiiittle closer." She took another step forward. By now she was within a foot of my bed and I beckoned her to lean forward with my finger. She complied and I brushed my cheek against hers as I made my way to whisper in her ear. "I don't care if you get my sheets wet. With water or anything else for that matter. And honestly I don't want you to just be wet," I snaked my tongue out to trace along the outside of her ear and then sucked in her earlobe resulting in an appreciative moan that I loved, "I want you dripping." Apparently that was too much for her because she made an animalistic groan and then tackled me onto the bed. With my arms pinned down by her hands I was at her mercy as she made her way up and down my body, kissing and biting as she went. It was like she wanted to take all of me in at once and couldn't decide upon one spot to stay for more than a few seconds. She wedged her leg in between mine and pretty soon I was involuntarily grinding on her strong thigh as she settled down a little and concentrated on my chest. She kneaded my breasts with her hands and planted kisses along the underside before moving up and drawing lazy circles around my nipples with her tongue. I whimpered when she got close to touching one and when she finally did I thrust my chest upward. She took the hint and sucked it into her mouth which felt so fucking good. Eventually I wanted more than just something to grind against so I reached down with one of my now free hands and was about to get a finger in when she pulled my hand away. I muttered something about her being a bitch for depriving me pleasure and she laughed a bit. She detached herself from my nipple and looked at me with a smirk on her face. "I'm depriving you, huh?" she said as she ran her hands up and down my ribcage. "Yeah," I practically whined. She reached down in between my legs and slipped two of her fingers in and out of me quickly a few times. My hips bucked from the unexpected contact. "It doesn't feel like I'm depriving you," she said and then put one of her fingers in her mouth and licked it clean. "It doesn't taste like I'm depriving you either. Does it taste like I'm depriving you?" she offered her other finger to me. "No," I answered, "but I meant -- " "Ah ah ah," she interrupted, "how can you know if it tastes like it or not if you didn't taste it?" Ugh I just wanted her to fuck me, was that so hard for her to understand? She raised her eyebrows and gave me an expression that basically said 'I'm not touching you again until you do this'. I narrowed my eyes at her and then sucked her finger into my mouth, making sure that thing was damn clean before I let it back out with a loud pop then defiantly said, "No it doesn't taste like you're depriving me." I figured I'd have to let her play her game before I could get what I wanted. "Good girl." She smiled at me. "Now just trust me, I'll take care of you. But you can't rush perfection. And for you darling, I want this to be perfect." Then she leaned closer to whisper in my ear, "And just so you know, you're adorable when you're angry." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before going back to what she was doing earlier with the added pleasure of her hand between my legs. I moaned my appreciation as she moved two then three fingers in and out of me. She kept a slow but steady pace with her thumb circling my clit and soon I was rolling my hips with the rhythm. The way she had me pinned to the bed she had one of my legs in between hers and I could feel her wetness on my thigh whenever I lifted my pelvis. Her free hand ran along my chest and stomach and her fingers left burning trails in the skin. I had never been touched so affectionately or purposefully, it felt like she was blind and was trying to see what she had under her but she was watching her hand glide across me the entire time. When she circled back up towards my neck and eventually reached my face our eyes met. Her green eyes were shades darker than what I've ever seen and I'm sure mine were too. Then she kissed me as she continued to thrust her fingers into me. I moved my hands up her back and brought them around to her cheeks to pull her deeper into the kiss. Our lips were crushing each other's but it felt so good that we didn't let up. The more passionate the kiss became the faster she fingered me. I felt my orgasm building up fast and I gave myself maybe a minute or two before I came. Apparently she didn't want to wait that long though because she curled her fingers inside me and rubbed against a spot I've not ever found on my own and it was amazing. She told me to come for her and that's exactly what I did. Even if I could have held out for a while longer with her hitting my g-spot her voice was my undoing. And really it's always something about her that pushes me over the edge, even when I touch myself I always imagine her eyes or her smile or her voice and it becomes too much for me to handle. The fact that it was happening for real though made it so much better. I bucked wildly against her hand and saw stars from squeezing my eyes too tight. My whole body was convulsing randomly and spastically. It was hard and it was out of control and it was pure ecstasy. I felt light-headed and I was exhausted. The next thing I knew she was just lying next to me tracing those same patterns along my shoulder. "Well hey there." She said when she noticed I was awake again. "Hi." I responded with a weak smile. "You always do that?" she asked. "What, pass out?" "Yeah." "No." We both laughed a bit at that. "Well I will take that as a compliment then." She said before rearranging herself to fit next to me a little better. The feel of her moving against me started to turn me on again and that's when I remembered I hadn't done anything to her yet. I reached behind me and felt the subtle lines where her abs were. "I want to do you." I mumbled in a half-asleep state. She chuckled and said, "You want to do me?" with one eyebrow up. "Yeah." I answered as I continued to move my hand along her stomach but worked on getting it a little further south. I didn't get very far before she took my hand in hers and gently moved it back around to my front. I frowned and she smiled again. "Maybe later okay? You're tired and I'm fine to just hold you for a while." "Damn right you're fine." She laughed at that and it felt good to know that I caused that beautiful sound. "When I wake up though, you better be ready cause I'm gonna..." I trailed off and that's the last thing I remember before I fell asleep. "Sweet dreams." She whispered before kissing my forehead and closing her eyes to fall asleep herself. ********** I don't know how long she stayed but I do know that when I woke up the next morning she wasn't there. I went and knocked on her bathroom door but there was no answer. Confused, I walked back to my room and sat for a second before I noticed there was a note on my desk. I figured it would say that she had to pack up her car and would be right back or something but instead this is what it said: Pretty Girl, I'm sorry I'm not there and I'm sorry that I won't be there later today or tomorrow either. I just don't think it would be a good idea if we were to see each other. I don't know if I could handle our type of relationship. Maybe someday down the road we can try again but for now I just can't do it. I want you to know that I didn't just use you though, yesterday was the happiest I've been in a long time, and I really do like you. Please don't make this harder than it is. Have a good life and I'll see you when I see you. I'll see you when I see you? What the fuck? I thought we were starting something, not sure what but having anything with her was better than having nothing. Now I had nothing. And perhaps the worst part about that note was that she didn't sign it, instead she had kissed the bottom of the page. I felt miserable the entire way home that day and continued to be sad for a month straight before I even started to get over her. By the time I came back to college in the fall I had learned how to live with only thinking about her a few times a day instead of consistently throughout. Before she graduated at the end of the semester, I saw her once across campus but I was too far away to say anything and I'm not sure she would have wanted me to anyways. It's spring now and I haven't seen her since. ********** The Rabbit I'm the wife of a successful businessman and we share a $3m mansion in Beverley Hills. But as he travels a lot, most of the time I have no one to talk to apart from the housekeeper or the cook. So to avoid rattling around in our big house by myself, I spend my days shopping and having lunch with my friends. Apart from organising the odd charity event, the hardest decision I ever have to make is between a Gucci open toe sandal or a strapless Jimmy Choo. It's a blissful existence I know, and up until recently, I didn't think life could get any better until my friend Kitty gave something... Kitty and I meet every morning. We have a facial, get our hair and nails done and have brunch before heading off to do some shopping. After one of our busy days, we were at my house having iced tea when Kitty produced a gift-wrapped box. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a present. Open it!" she enthused. I loved receiving gifts so tore open the box only to discover a pink vibrator! "It's The Rabbit" she gushed, "Everyone has one darling. It's simply divine! You just have to try it!" I was horrified, as I'd never even used a vibrator before let alone been given one. But after Kitty left, curiosity got the better of me and I disappeared upstairs with my new present. I was apprehensive at first but after I got used to how it worked, I realised why everyone had one. On my first attempt, I was cumming after less than a minute, writhing around on my bed moaning loudly as The Rabbit worked it's magic on my neglected clit. I came hard, allowing one hand to slip under my white silk nightgown so that I could caress my all-too-perfect breasts. After three orgasms, I called Kitty and thanked her profusely, vowing to return the favour. The Rabbit and I soon became best friends and I actually started getting up earlier so that I could use it before I met Kitty. On one such morning, after half an hour and two orgasms, I met Kitty who suggested that we have massages and I reluctantly agreed. I'm not a huge fan of massages but when I walked into the treatment room to see a blond haired Swedish masseuse called Hans, I changed my mind. I removed my bathrobe and climbed face down on to the massage table as he covered my naked body with a towel. I closed my eyes and sighed as Hans massaged my neck and shoulders. It was wonderful! The last massage I had was at the hands of a woman so it was hard to fully relax, but with Hans I had no problem at all! I groaned as he worked his strong hands down my back, avoiding the towel before moving over my toned legs, down to my feet and back up again. "Would you like me to go a little higher?" he asked quietly. I wasn't sure what he meant but I agreed, enjoying the rare feeling of a man's hands on me. My eyes widened as his young fingers slipped under the towel and he began massaging my inner thighs avoiding my pussy by inches. I could feel my clit begin to throb painfully as he caressed my thighs and I wondered if he realised how aroused I was by his touch. "Would you like me to go higher?" he asked again. "Yes," I whispered, wondering just how high Hans was willing to go. Sure enough, his hands found my ass, squeezing it and rubbing it, as I made no attempt to stop him. "Is that OK for you Mrs. Reynolds?" he asked. "Yes. Don't stop," I breathed as he continued to caress me. Knowing that he had me where he wanted me, he pulled away the towel and threw it on the floor so that I was completely naked. I shivered as the cool air hit me and I could feel goose bumps erupting all over my body as his hot hands squeezed my ass. My pussy was soaking wet as his strong fingers pressed into my skin and I silently begged him to rub my aching clit. As if reading my mind, he ran his fingers over the moist lips of my pussy and I groaned as he began circling my asshole with his wet fingers. No one had ever touched me there before and I could hear myself moaning softly as he did it. My whole body stiffened and I lifted my head off the table as he dipped his index finger into my tight hole and I winced in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he began slowly moving it in and out. I'm not going to say that it was the most enjoyable experience but when he eventually withdrew his finger, the feeling of relief was so intense that I nearly came. I shivered again as I felt his hand move over my ass and between my legs. I let out an involuntary moan as his young fingers slipped between the wet lips of my pussy and he began slowly massaging my swollen clit. "Oh baby...that feels so good..." I moaned as my pussy melted all over his thick fingers. "I'm gonna cum..." Hans fingered me like no man had before. Somehow he knew what I wanted more than I did, and the fact that I usually relied on a vibrator to make me cum like this, only made me want it more. Holding on to the edge of the massage table for support, I began rocking my hips in rhythm with his probing fingers, moaning loudly as my hard nipples brushed against the soft towel beneath me, heightening my pleasure. Just as I was about to cum, he removed his fingers and told me to turn over. As I lay on my back, I watched him lick his lips as he reached for a bottle of massage oil. Holding it in the air, he squeezed it firmly and I gasped as the warm oil ran over my nipples and between my breasts. It trickled all over my chest and I imagined that it was his cum as I closed my eyes and waited for what he was going to do next. I sighed as Hans began rubbing the oil into my soft skin, expertly caressing my full breasts, concentrating on my nipples and rolling them between his index finger and thumb as a bulge grew in his trousers. With one hand still playing with my tits, Hans stood beside my head undoing his crisp white trousers and releasing his hard cock. I made no move to stop him as he took it in his hand, running it over my soft lips as I licked away the drop of precum ooze from the head before eagerly accepting it into mouth. Hans groaned loudly as I swallowed his young cock, sucking him hungrily and running my tongue all over it as he throbbed in my mouth. I moved my head up and down, as he held onto my face with both hands, pressing his fingers into my cheeks as I tried to suck the cum out of him. He felt so good in my mouth and as my tongue ran over the thick veins of his dick and darted over the head, I could hear him moaning loudly, spurring me on more. He stroked my face with his hands, moving his hips back and forth, fucking my face as I let him inch his cock down my throat, my nose pressing into his sweaty pubic hair. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth but I didn't want to stop sucking him so I grabbed it with my hand, sticking my tongue out and licking the head like it was an ice cream before taking as much of him in my mouth again and sucking as I looked deep into his big blue eyes. He stroked my face and smiled at my desperation to taste his salty cum before taking a step back, forcing me to release his stiff cock. I watched him move down towards my feet and I started breathing heavily, my pussy soaking wet and begging for his hard cock. Although The Rabbit was great fun, there was no substitute for the real thing and it had been a long time since I had cock buried in my cunt. "Fuck me..." I begged looking desperately into his eyes as I spread my legs. Hans moved between them and I closed my eyes and groaned loudly as I felt the head of his hard cock pushing at the entrance of my tight pussy. He entered me with a sigh, lifting my legs and resting them on his broad shoulders as he eased his cock deeper into my tight cunthole. "Oh yeah! Come on! Fuck me harder!" I demanded as he fucked me hard and fast, using every inch of his young cock to send me over the edge. I started cumming immediately, savouring the delicious feeling of a man's dick inside me. It felt wonderful...even better than I remembered. I could feel my pussy juices running all over him and I shivered as his heavy balls slapped loudly against my ass. He picked up speed and began thrusting his hips back and forth, spearing my tight pussy with his thick cock and forcing my tits to bounce up and down. "Oh...please...don't stop...fuck me...please I'm cumming...oh fuck yeah!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I had never cum during sex before so this was a new experience, especially when Hans kept going! As he continued to fuck me hard and deep, I could feel myself cumming again when he suddenly withdrew and told me to turn over. In a post-orgasmic haze, I did as I was told, my pussy begging for more as he grabbed my hips, separated my ass cheeks and began pushing the head of his cock at the entrance of my asshole. "Oh God!" I managed as I realised what he was doing. But it was too late; the thick head of his cock was already penetrating my tight ass forcing me to cry out in pain. I had never been fucked in the ass before and I wasn't sure I wanted to be. It hurt so much that I thought I was going to pass out as he inched his cock into my reluctant ass and I begged him to stop. I thought his finger was bad enough earlier, but this was too much! "That hurts so much...please stop!" I pleaded as he carried on regardless, telling me to relax and enjoy it. The muscles in my ass resisted as he used the weight of his body to force his cock deeper inside me. I tried to relax like he told me to but I couldn't and I sobbed in agony and discomfort as the muscles eventually relented and accepted the length of his young cock. Once he was completely inside me, Hans showed my virgin ass no mercy, fucking me for all I was worth as he grunted loudly. I winced with pain as he buried his right hand in my long blonde hair and pulled my head off of the massage table. My scalp stung as he yanked at my hair and I cried out with pain as he rode my ass, grunting loudly with each deep thrust. As he forced my body back and forth on the table, the towel beneath me rubbed against my swollen clit and nipples and before I knew it, I could feel myself cumming. I soon forgot about his hand tangled in my hair, and his hard cock pumping in and out of my ass began to intensify my orgasm. The table shook violently beneath us as Hans fucked me with deep, hard strokes, our moans of pleasure filling the empty room. "I knew you fucking wanted it! Fucking take it!" he said through gritted teeth as he sensed my impending orgasm. "Oh Jesus!" I cried as I came again, his words sending me over the edge as my pussy juice soaked the towel beneath me. Hans withdrew suddenly and roughly turned me over so that I was on my back, with the head of his cock aimed at my face. I instinctively accepted it into my mouth and began sucking it hungrily as he fingered me to another toe-curling orgasm. I didn't think I would be able to cum again so quickly but I was so aroused by sucking this stranger's cock as my asshole ached after being fucked so hard. "Come on. Suck it you filthy slut," Hans ordered as he inched his young cock down my throat. Holding onto my face with both hands, his hips bucked and I gasped as he let flow a throatful of thick cum. I swallowed it greedily, struggling for air as his big cock throbbed against my tongue. I could feel his sticky orgasm seeping out of the corners of my mouth as I tried to swallow it all, dripping down my chin and onto my neck as Hans withdrew his softening cock with a sigh. I wanted more, but my hour was up so I got dressed and tipped Hans generously for his "massage" before taking a shower and meeting Kitty for lunch with a cheeky smile. "Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?" she asked as I sat down. "Well," I said lighting a cigarette, "Remember when I said I would return the favour for recommending The Rabbit? Wait til you hear the recommendation I have for you..." The Rabbit Wednesday was always Sahara’s favorite day of the week. It was in the middle of everything. It meant half the work week would be over, and she’d be able to see HIM. The man who’s beomce her fixation over the past week. She’s seen him twice now-both times on a Wednesday, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since. She was on her way home from class, walking along Michigan Avenue, listening to the loud clip-clopping of her shoes against the asphalt. The street was blocked by construction with most of the side streets closed to thru traffic. Everything was silent save the tramp of her footsteps echoing off the buildings as she passed on her way to her bus stop. Her feet ached as she picked up her pace, cursing the construction for making her have to walk five blocks out of her way in order to get a working bus stop not closed off by the construction. There was no air which made the street erie and added to her own already growing loneliness. The streetlights lined along the sidewalk staved off the shadows to her right, but she still hurried her pace, anxious to get off the street. A block from her stop the streetlight turned and Sahara was left waiting on the corner as one of the few open street allowed cars through. As she stood there, her eyes waundered ahead and caught a large picture window facing the street. In the window she could just make out the face of a young man. He seemed to be nearly pressed against the window, his gaze fixated on something across the street. Suddenly fascinated herself, she tried to follow his gaze but only saw the median strip and an empty park that lay just beyond it on the other side of the street. She tried to dismiss his fixation as crazy but the closer she got to the café, the better she could see the young man. He was beautiful. He appeared to be Korean. His small oval eyes were serene as he gazed up, his well-sculpted cheekbones and full mouth relaxed in such an expression of rapture, Sahara stopped in her tracks to watch him. She was close enough to see him but still just out of his sight. She watched as he slowly raised a finger to the window, frosted by the slight chill of the night, and traced something on the window. He pulled back and gazed up again, seeming to compare his tracing to whatever he was still so enthralled with. Sahara tipped slowly closer to the window, as if afraid he might hear her and it would break the spell he’d created. She made sure to stay out of his range of sight as she leaned against the cool brick facade of the building and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. As she gazed across the median, her gaze was drawn up to a beautiful three-quarter moon hanging over Lake Michigan. She drew in her breath again, the muted orange color of the rising moon mesmerizing her. She suddenly saw what had the boy so entranced. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there with her breath billowing out in large white clouds as the moon rose higher, the color settling to a gentle golden hue which just matched the boy’s smooth skin. She’d never really taken the time to notice the moon before-it’s shifting moods, shapes, it’s blemishes. “Funny I always thought it was smooth,” she found herself saying aloud, surprising herself. Startled, she’d pushed herself from the wall, feeling like she’d made a connection with the nameless boy. She spun to stand in front of the window, certain she’d find him there, but he was gone. Sahara stood there a moment longer, her heart in her stomach. The boy who’d introduced her to the moon unknowingly, was gone. Left in his place was his etching on the glass. She leaned in, trying to make it out but to no avail. As she got closer, her breath obliterated the drawing, causing it to go all white. Disappointed but determined, she leaned closer to see if she could make out the faint outline still almost visible. She was still looking when she saw a counter person inside staring back at her looking concerned. Embarrassed, she pulled away, quickly moving down the sidewalk again, unable to believe she’s gotten so carried away over some random guy staring at the moon. Her bus rolled by and she picked up her pace to a jog, managing to catch it just before the light turned green. Sahara arrived home, bursting through her door, barely pausing to close it behind her as she rushed to her bedroom. The whole way home she’d thought of the boy in the coffee shop. His wide-eyed innocence, his sweet ethereal beauty as he stared up into the endless night. She’d tried to think of something else as she sat on the bus, her cheeks flushed hot as she thought of him, a strange tingle beginning between her legs. She flung her clothes around the room as she arrived home, her body soon to follow as she threw herself on her bed, reaching in the bedside table drawer for her rabbit. It had become a good friend to her ever since Jonathan, her boyfriend of two years, left her without explanation or warning. Sliding under the covers, Sahara used the remote to turn on her stereo, letting Maxwell’s soothing voice slide over her as she opened her legs, her hands drifting down her body, caressing her stomach, her hips, then sliding inside her thighs. She opened her legs, switching on the vibrator and letting it shudder against her, the pulsing making her feel giddy as she thought again about the boy in the coffee shop. Never had anyone affected her at first glance like he had. She drew the vibrator back up her body while one hand stayed between her thighs. She thought of his mouth, those lips. The way they would feel against hers. She drew the vibrator lightly across her lips, moaning softly at the thought of his lips touching hers, his tongue tasting hers. She moaned, opening her legs and lightly touching herself. She imagined his mouth, hot from the warmth of their tongues, trailing down to her breasts, tasting each one, covering it completely with that beatutiful mouth, his lips spread wide, their fullness undisturbed by the interruption of the softness between them. The vibrator bounced against her had nipples as she imagine him licking them, sucking on them, enclosing his mouth on them, taking in as much as he could...She groaned louder, slamming a finger into her now sopping wet pussy., slowly moving it in and out to the rhythm of the music surrounding her, opening her legs wider as her finger was replaced by the vibrator. She slowly guided it in, carefully positioning the tickler against her clit. “Mmm...oh yeah...” she moaned, her hips making small circular motions, sliding the vibrator further in as she imagined him on top of her, his hips moving in unison with hers, pounding away at her as she played with her clit the way the tickler was now doing. The more she thought of him, the faster her hips moved against the humming, droning machine. As she imagined the look on his face while he stared at the moon, she let out a loud cry as she felt herself give way, her stomach tightening and shivering with pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her, quickly followed by another, coating the handle of the vibrator and dripping slowly on her sheets as she lay there, legs wide open, cover kicked onto the floor, completely spent and happy. She slowly switched the vibrator off, sliding it out and putting it on the bedside table, too spent to wash it off or properly put it away. That was by far the best orgasm she’d ever had. She had to find out more about him, or at least see him again. Days went by and though Sahara passed the coffee shop several more times, there was no sign of the boy until Wednesday rolled around again. She was walking home from class and wasn’t thinking of him since she’d finally given up, and then there he was. This time, he sat facing her, his face balanced on his left hand, his head cocked at a slight angle as he sat watching the moon wistfully. Sahara’s footfalls slowed to a stop as she stood transfixed, watching him. He looked like a little kid waiting for Santa Claus. His face looked so sweet and hopeful, like he’d give anything to be up there. She almost wished he could so she could go with him. She wasn’t sure how long she’d stood there watching him before she finally caught herself. Just as she was about to start moving again, he suddenly tore his eyes away from the moon to meet her gaze. They held the gaze for a moment before Sahara looked away, hurrying down the sidewalk again, her cheeks flushed , body on fire from the brief encounter. She couldn’t wait to get hom and hose herself off. Tim watched the girl hurry off, wishing he had a better view of her as she left. He’d felt her watching him just before he finally looked back at her. He wondered why she’d been staring at him. He knew he must look strange staring at the moon the way he had but he found it so fascinating. That and he’d wanted to get a better look at it. His grandfather used to tell him stories about the “man in the moon,” in this case actually a rabbit. According to Korean custom, the rabbit is upside down. A slight shadow on the moon makes up the form of the rabbit, its ears pointing down, body folded so it appears to be sitting. He tried to remember what his grandfather told him about the rabbit but try as he might, it wouldn’t come to him. Staring at the moon always reminded him of his grandfather, and made him feel closer to him. He also tried to remember the stories so he could repeat them back to him at his bedside. He turned back to the moon again, trying to bring his grandfather’s stories back again but as he stared at the moon now all he could see was her. She was beautiful-rich brown skin, full well-shaped lips, huge almond eyes, and straight, well-coiffed hair that hung to her shoulders, framing her face in layers. Her face looked so peaceful as she’d stared at him, and she’d seemed as enraptured with him as he’d been with the moon. He shook this though off. Enraptured with him? He’d almost laughed out loud. There was no way that girl could ever like him. In their quick glance he’d seen her expensive heavy wool coat, leather gloves, and leather boots. He was dressed simply in a flannel shirt and jeans. Appearance weren’t everything he knew, but they seemed to have absolutely nothing in common so what did she see in him? Tim shrugged, turning back ot the moon, deciding it was nothing. He instead focused on his grandfather and remembering a story that would make him feel better. Later that night Tim sat at his grandfather’s bedside watching as the old man clung to life, his grey hair sparse on his pale freckled scalp. His breathing was loud and ragged, filling the room and shaking Tim to his core. He closed his eyes tightly to try and close himself off from the sound, to try and be anywhere but here. He was so tired from sitting here night after night with little hope. Everyone told him it was hopeless but he couldn’t give up. His grandfather meant everything to him, he had to stay by his side, no matter what happened. He settled back in the chair with his head hanging over the back, his eyes staring out the window at the moon, now a little more than half full. It was disappearing more and more each day, just like his grandfather. His eyes slid closed as he tried to shut himself off from the pain he felt. He soon fell into a restless sleep full of dreams. The first was of his grandfather in his prime, cooking with him in the kitchen. His grandfather loved to cook but it had been so long sine he’d been able to stand up fro ten minutes, yet alone enough to cook a whole meal. The scene then shifted to his grandfather and sitting on a rock by Lake Michigan, pointing out the rabbit in the moon. “The legend goes that the rabbit is hiding in the moon from a king he tricked once. As you can see, his trickery back-fired and now he’s stuck there for all of eternity.” “So he can’t ever get down?” “Nope. Never.” Tim shook his head sleepily but didn’t wake up. His dream slid into another scene. He didn’t know where he was at first, he wandered through what looked like a dense, green forest, yet it was very well lit. The moon above shown down on him, full and complete like his grandfather in the dream, lighting his way as he parted branch after branch, finally coming to a small clearing. The ground was covered in a moist, thick blanket of grass. A mist swirled around his feet and the deep rich scent of pine needles and moss filled his nose, the perfume intoxicating and arousing him. Once he’d reached the middle of the clearing he stopped, staring at the scene around him wondering what had brought him here. A wavering whispering voice reached him and covered him, warming him like an unexpected sunray. “What?” was all he could say as he closed his eyes, following the sound of the voice, trying to match its sweet, melodic tones with a face he knew but he came up empty. “It’s going to be okay,” the voice said. “It’s all okay,” she whispered again, her breath against his cheek. Tim began to start but she stopped him. “No,” the voice said, it’s reverbations entering him and sending a delicious shock through his body and down to his ever-hardening cock. “Keep your eyes closed. It will all be okay. I’ll take care of you.” Tim swallowed hard as he felt lips on his, soft and gentle. Hands slid down his arm as he stood prone, so overcome he could barely move. The lips slowly parted his and he felt the moist invasion of a tongue on his lips. He opened his own mouth wider, leaning into the kiss and throwing his inhibitions in as well. He deepened the kiss, pouring every bit of anguish, passion and grief into the kiss. He didn’t know who he was kissing or why but that didn’t matter. What mattered was this feeling of total abandonment. This feeling of full release, of pouring out his feelings into a willing receptacle. Someone to ease his pain and feel more than he, sucking away hi sorrow like water over a fall, crashing into a waiting stream and being carried away. They fell into the soft plush carpet of the waiting grass, the dew soaking into their clothes and making them cling to their warm perspiring bodies. Time felt his clothes being pulled away urgently. His shirt was town open, pants unbuttoned while a mouth devoured his nipples. “Mmm....hold on,” he moaned, trying to get up, but he couldn’t. “No, don’t. Let me please you, don’t fight it, let it go,” the sweet voice enticed him, a hand sliding down to his belt buckle, quickly undoing his pants and opening them. He moaned again, his hips moving to assist the hands pulling his pants down. He licked his lips, no longer caring about opening his eyes. With his eyes closed every sensation was heightened beyond any reality he would have ever though possible. He heard every breath she took, tasted the salt on her lips after they’d tasted his sweaty skin, felt her hands on his penis, so hot he thought she’d give him third degree burns. He felt her move on top of him, the caress of full soft thighs on his hips as she hovered above him. He groped for and found her hips, grasping them firmly as she positioned the tip of his pulsing cock between the moist folds of her dripping pussy lips. The shock of entering her forced his eyes open and he looked up and saw her-the girl he’d seen watching him outside the coffee shop. She lay above him head and shoulders back, her perky brown breasts pointing up, nipples erect, their dark areolas large and inviting. She moved up and down on him, bracing herself by holding onto his stomach, sliding up slightly to force him hard inside her. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in ecstasy as she rode him urgently, the force of her thrusts causing their skin to slap together loudly. He watched her for a moment then realizing that she was doing all the work and getting the most pleasure he quickly joined in, grasping her hips and thrusting inside her, pulling her down on him as he lifted his hips up, causing her to groan and fall forward, leaning on him harder as she worked her hips in circles against him. He matched her movements, sliding his hands around to grasp her full ass, gripping it tightly as he ground into her. Their movements became more and more frantic as they neared their climax. When she finally came she groaned loud, her eyes flying open to meet his, bringing on his own orgasm and slamming him awake. He sat straight up in the chair, groping the front of his pants. With his grandfather still asleep in his bed Im rushed into the private bathroom, got his pants down and came in the toilet just in time. He shuddered as the orgasm roared through him, splashing into the toilet and splashing him a little but he didn’t care. When he finished he leaned back against the back of the toilet, a little ashamed of what he’d done, but relieved that he had gotten some satisfaction in his life finally. The Rabbit The sign said, 'Every woman should own a rabbit!' Kate quickly looked back to see if it was a pet store that they had just passed and was surprised to see that it wasn't. Rob caught her double take and smiled. 'Wanna go back and take a look?' He asked her grinning from ear to ear. 'Go back where?' she replied as if she hadn't seen anything but her blush told him something different. She was embarrassed to admit that she had no idea what a rabbit was but her quick glance showed her that it was an adult store they had driven by so she knew it was something sexual. 'To that store we just passed. We can check out the rabbits?' 'No thanks', she answered still pink from her blush. 'Too bad, it could have been one shopping spree I wouldn't have minded!' 'Let's just go home and keep your eyes on the road.' With a big sign, Rob drove the rest of the way home in silence. He had wished that just once Kate would let her hair down. He knew she was a passionate woman but she held it inside her so tight. He was dying to see her just 'let go'. ….. A week later, while having coffee with her friend Sally, Kate decided to broach the subject and see if Sally knew anything about 'rabbits.' Kate self consciously blurted out, 'Have you ever heard of a rabbit?' Sally was startled by her friend's abrupt question. She knew right away what 'rabbit' Kate was talking about but decided to have a little fun with her. 'Sure, I have heard of rabbits. They are furry little animals that hop around and are seen most often around Easter.' Blushing, Kate said seriously, 'No, not that kind of rabbit. The kind sold in adult stores.' 'Hmm, adult stores huh? When were you in an adult store? Don't tell me you broke down and got wild with Rob and took him to one?' "No, I didn't go into one.' Kate answered in a stern tone. 'If I had, I suppose I wouldn't be asking you if you knew what a rabbit was, now would I?' 'Oh Kate, you really need to relax a bit when it comes to things that are sexual. I knew exactly what you meant, I was just teasing you. You are pretty easy to tease, you know.' 'I can't help it, Sally. I am just not as open as you are. Not all of us can be like you. Do you know what a rabbit is or not?' Kate pushed because she wanted to know but she also wanted her friend to stop teasing her. 'Hang on a minute' Sally said as she ran from the room. 'I'll be right back!' Kate sat sipping her coffee wondering what the hell Sally was doing. Something to make her blush again, she was sure of it. Sally walked back into the kitchen with what looked like a large pink plastic cock. The cock had a growth on it, and was attached to a hand held remote. Holding it up as if it were her prized possession, Sally announced, 'This is a rabbit!' 'You have one? My God, Sally, you never ceased to amaze me.' 'And you never cease to amaze me either, Kate! Damn this the 21st century, not the 1800's. You act as prissy as those women in 'Sense and Sensibility.' Women are free nowadays, in case you didn't know. The dark ages are over.' Kate smirked at her friend and admitted that she was a little uptight but she didn't know how to be any other way. She knew Rob wanted her to open up and be more outgoing but it wasn't in her make up even though she secretly realized that she really wanted to be. Sally watched her friends face and knew that she was opening up and if she kept teasing her she would make Kate crawl back into her safe little shell. So Sally stopped teasing and took on an excited tone as she showed her friend the 'rabbit.' 'Look. Put your hand on the shaft and squeeze it lightly.' Seeing Kate's hesitation, Sally grabbed her friends hand and wrapped her fingers around the faux cock and turned it on. Little beads inside the shaft rotated and Kate could feel them in the palm of her hand. 'Can you imagine what that feels like inside of you, Kate?' Kate blushed and tried to pull her hand away but Sally was determined to get her friend to see that there was nothing wrong with a toy and it really was something all liberated, well adjusted women should have. "See this? I can make the shaft rotate too, not just the beads. And the best part is this!" Taking Kate's hand she held her first finger under the rabbit ears and turned it on. The ears fluttered so fast it was a blur but the feel even on a finger pad was amazing. 'Now, think how those rabbit ears would feel on your clit.' Kate held her breath not even realizing she was doing it and finally let it out in a big whoosh. She looked up at her friend and asked, 'Does this feel as good as I imagine it feels?' 'Better!' Sally answered. 'Come on, Kate. We are going shopping for your own rabbit.' Feeling Kate pull back, seeing the girlish inquisitiveness wash away and recognizing the old Kate returning, Sally insisted, 'Come on Kate, really! Who is going to know? I swear I won't tell a soul and you can decide if you want to tell Rob or not, I never will. I promise you'll love it!' Before Kate could change her mind, Sally dragged her friend off to the nearest adult toy store and parked. In the car, she looked over at Kate and knew she was going to try and find a way out of this but Sally jumped out of the car and headed for the door, knowing that Kate would follow. Once inside, Kate was surprised to see how 'normal' the store looked. Other than the inventory being different she could have been in any store. What surprised her even more was how normal the sales clerk looked. There were two of them. A woman close to her own age and the other one looked to be around 34. The woman her age came over and asked if she could help with anything. Kate and Sally spoke at the same time. 'No, thanks we're just looking.' 'Sure, we are looking for a rabbit.' Blushing Kate felt that the woman knew it was for her but Sally took her hand and dragged her along behind the sales clerk who answered, 'Sure we have some right over here.' 'They are very popular. We sell quite a few of these. They come in different colours, with the added beads in the shaft or without, depending on your preference and price range.' 'We'll take that one' Sally pointed at the pink beaded rabbit exactly the same as her own. 'And we need some batteries and lube too, please.' 'Certainly, any lube in particular? A favourite brand perhaps?' Kate turned a brighter pink, she was sure of it. A favourite brand of lube? How many could there be? How would she know which is a favourite? But she didn't have to worry about it anyway, as Sally was saying, 'We'll take that bottle of astroglide.' Grabbing the batteries, the rabbit and lube, the clerk took their purchased to the counter to tally up the bill but before she did, she asked if there was anything else she could do for them? They had a wonderful selection of XXX videos, or some very lovely lingerie in very sexy colours or perhaps a little something for 'him'? 'No, thanks', Sally answered, 'not today but we will come back again and look around.' Sally wanted to get Kate out of there before she got so embarrassed she changed her mind. So they paid for their purchases and left the store. Kate started laughing on the way to the car and collapsed in the passenger seat carrying her back of 'goodies'. It was a nervous release laugh but it was contagious and Sally started laughing along with her. 'Girlfriend, you are going to thank me big time. You'll see.' Sally said as she started up the car and drove her friend home. …… After Sally had gone home, Katie went to the kitchen counter and unwrapped her presents; opening the box of batteries and putting them in the hand remote. She took the rubbery rabbit and poured liquid soap all over it and washed it well, surprised at how much it felt like a cock. 'They really shape these things like the real thing' she thought to herself. Drying it off, she took it to her room and laid it on her bed. Even though she was totally alone, Katie couldn't help the shiver that ran through her body knowing that she was dying to try it. 'Thank God, no one knew but Sally.' She thought, 'but even Sally knowing was a bit embarrassing.' 'This is stupid. Sally has one; the woman said they were her best sellers so that meant that a LOT of other women had one too. I am not the only woman doing this!' With a renewed sense of courage, Katie undressed and lay down on her bed with her head nestled in her fluffy pillow. She picked up the rabbit and caressed it, feeling it, looking it over as she let her mind think of how it will feel inside of her. She turned it on and listened to the gentle hum as the batteries made the shaft rotate and the beads swirl. Turning the other button on, the rabbit ears fluttered at a speed that she knew was going to cause her an exquisite delight. Flipping the cap open on the bottle of lube, Katie moistened the tip of the pink phallus, and placed it against her clit and turned it on. The shaft rotated and slid along her slit allowing the lube to spread a silky path for further play. Her fingers guided the big pink head to slip inside her and she found the button for the beads to move. 'Ohhhhhh my God,' she moaned aloud. "Sally is right, this is unbelievable' The thick shaft moved back and forth while the beads inside scraped against wall of her vagina creating secretions of her own to mix with the lube. The feeling of fullness took over and she slipped the toy in and out as if it were fucking her. Her own wetness and the lube mixed together to allow the shaft to slide in and out with ease. She felt her orgasm building causing a sensation of passion deep in her belly. Tummy muscles tightened and the spike of heat sparked up her body to every sensual part of her. Her nipples grew hard and reached out to the ceiling, her clit slipped out begging for attention. Her mind soared and she thought of Rob and how he would love to see her playing like this. How she wished she could just relax and share his erotic nature, she wanted to, she really did! She wanted him to see her passion, that she wasn't cold but hot, really hot. She wanted her slutty side to come out when he was near. She wanted to be brave and just let go. 'Well at least I can imagine letting go!' 'If Rob were here, I would open my legs and let him see this big thick cock slide deep inside me. I would love for him to see my wetness flow and seep around the edges of the shaft as is delved inside of me and slipped out only so I could shove it back in. I would want him to suck my nipples while I made myself come. I want him to smell the scent of my excited body because I know he loves the aroma of my heated cunt.' Turning on the last button, the rabbit ears fluttered over her engorged clit like soft butterfly wings. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhmygod!! Robbbbbbbbbbbbbb! Oh Robbbb I am coming for you. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!!! Her legs clamped shut on the rabbit, the rabbit ears spanking her clit to orgasm. Her legs opened as her head flew from side to side. Her passionate words spoken aloud in the empty room or so she thought. Her orgasm was hard and deep and it took her a moment to recover. Her beautiful breasts heaved up and down as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She closed her open mouth that had shouted those words of passion as her lashes slowly fluttered open. As her eyes focused, she looked up and saw her husband standing in the doorway with such a look of love on his face she almost cried. "God honey, you are so beautiful. I heard my name on your lips when you came. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I love you.' He said as he stepped further into the room and sat on the bed next to her. After her orgasm, shyness took over and Kate tried to move away and cover herself. She felt so embarrassed that her naked body turned pink but Rob would not allow it this time. He held her down by her shoulders and he leaned over to kiss her on her lips, telling her again how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. He took her hand and placed it in his lap so she could feel what she had done to him. The erection confined to his pants was painful and he almost spent when her fingers grasped him and tightened. Rob stood up beside the bed and lost his clothes in record time before he climbed in beside her. Inhaling deeply, the scent of cunt in the room made his cock ache. 'I have to taste you. I want to lick your juices and I am going to.' Rob forcefully opened her legs wide and his head burrowed into that scented grotto before Kate even knew what happened to her. His mouth was hot and hungry; his tongue slid in deep to get every drop from her. His tongue danced across her sensitive clit and she screamed. Her ass lifted from the bed but his mouth clung to her like a burr on a sock. He would not let go. She came into his mouth and he drank her dry. Just when Kate thought she couldn't come again, Rob straddled her and slid his cock inside her deep and hard. She moaned. He knew he wasn't going to get many strokes in before he lost it. His mind pictured his wife naked on the bed with her toy in her hand guiding it to her most precious place. He saw her brow frown and her mouth open. He saw her closed eyes and her hips fuck the pink toy just as he was fucking her now. His rock hard cock rammed her again and again until he couldn't hold back any longer. His hips slammed into her holding himself deep as he poured his seed deep into the core of her. He moaned as it just kept on coming. He felt her legs wrap themselves around him and pull him even tighter. The walls of her cunt gripped him and milked him until he was spent. He knew he had to collapse so he rolled to the side but he took her with him. In his arms he held her tight, telling her over and over again what a vision she was and how much he loved her. Shy little Kate couldn't help but smile and wonder what other toy they could shop for the next time. She decided she must thank Sally for bringing her to the 21st century! © Misty's Stories 2005