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By: Enjoy.



Shane came home from work early, something she never did. She was more a fan of overtime, which meant more money and more accomplishment, than skipping out at four. But she missed Kristin, and she wanted to steal back some of the illusive time she felt Jo had taken from her in the past few weeks. She unlocked the door and pushed it open with her elbow, calling out in a comically masculine voice "Honey, I'm home!" No answer. 

The lights in the living room were off and Shane could hear the rumblings of the TV. She crept softly along the hallway, hoping to surprise her girl, but when she rounded the corner into the living room, she saw Kristen... and Jo. The little brat was strewn across the couch, Shane's couch, her long, firm legs exposed and her head in Kristen's, Shane's Kristen!, lap. Kristen was playing with Jo's cropped blonde hair and her fingers rested inches below Jo's luxurious, heavy breasts. And as usual, Jo wasn't wearing a bra. The two of them were caught in a fit of laughter at something on the screen (or maybe something in each other's faces?) and Kristen barely managed a, "Hi sweetie," as Shane stomped through the room, pausing purposefully in front of the TV screen, and stalked into the bedroom, snapping the door shut firmly as she went. 

Kristin calmed down immediately. She hated to see Shane in a bad mood, and just by the tone of her voice, the sound of the door closing, she could tell it was her fault. She looked down at Jo, whose smile had melted into a worried frown, and looked at her own hand, resting at the edge of the thin white undershirt Jo was wearing. Fuck, Kristen, what are you doing. She motioned for Jo to sit up and followed Shane into the bedroom, leaving the door cracked as she entered.

"Sweetie, you're home early!" she said cheerfully. Shane had tossed her shoes against the dresser and was loosening her tie in an irritated manner.

"Yeah, well, little good it did me." She answered bitterly, "Just in time to catch the matinee of the Kristen and Jo show. Jesus, if I had come home a half hour earlier, maybe I could have seen you showering together."

"Baby, what are you talking about? You know I would never do that to you! Jo needs a place to stay. We were out all day looking for a job for her, and we were just taking a break. I'm not trying to cheat, I'm just-"

"Trying to help a friend, I know. But the truth is, Kristen, she's not my friend. And this apartment, well, this apartment is mine. My name's on the lease. And I want your friend out of my apartment."

"I can't fucking believe you, Shane!" Kristen retorted, "The girl doesn't have a home. And what family she had has abandoned her. I'd think you of all people would understand that. If she doesn't stay here, where the hell else is she gonna go?"

Shane, who had been pulling off her tie and button down shirt, now stood in sweats and a beater, and glared back at Kristen. "Don't you ever tell me what I should or shouldn't understand. You have no idea what my understanding is. And I'll tell you what, I don't know where Jo can go, but I can tell you where she's not going to go, and that's out with my girlfriend!"

Jo stood in the living room, packing up her few belongings quickly into her tattered knapsack. She didn't want to be in the way when this fight erupted into the living room. Somehow she knew it would end like this. Shane had good intentions, but she was very protective of Kristen, and she intimidated the hell out of Jo. Jo was just about to escape down the hallway when Kristen opened the door to the bedroom. "Jo," she cried, "where are you going?"

"Look, it's clear I shouldn't be here anymore Kristen. I can find somewhere else." Shane came out of the bedroom with an embarrassed look on her face and stood in the doorframe. "You've been so kind to me, I couldn't stand being a burden," Jo finished. 

"No way," Kristen almost shouted. "Look you two, I know this is tough, but Jo, there is no way in hell I'm letting you go God knows where in the freezing cold. You're staying here, so take your coat off and make yourself fucking comfortable. And Shane, you know how important you are to me. I love you more than anything, baby. This is just something I need to do. And if you really love me back, you'll trust me, and you'll help me do it." Shane sighed and sat down on the couch. 

"Jo, she's right, you can't go out in the cold. I didn't mean to say all that... I just got a little out of control. Please accept my apology and stay with us. It's no burden, really." She sighed again and let her head drop to her chest. 

"Oh baby," Kristen cooed, and wrapped herself around Shane on the couch, one leg on either side of Shane's. She lifted Shane's chin and whispered, "You're my heart, you know that, right?" They kissed, and Shane wrapped her arms around Kristen's back. On the other side of the room, Jo, getting restless, was ready to bolt for the door. But Kristen saw her out of the corner of her eye, and, still staring right at Shane, she said, "Jo, don't leave. Come over here."

Jo shuffled over, wary of Shane, but she stayed locked in her stare with Kristen. When Jo was close enough, Kristen grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Finally breaking her gaze with Shane, she turned to Jo. "I thought I told you to take that off," she said, pulling off Jo's wool coat and letting it slide onto a heap on the floor. She took Jo's hand and pulled her down on her knees, so the two of them were face to face. Kristen was in Shane's lap with Shane's hands on her waist, but she twisted around to face Jo. Kristen touched her face, held her neck, and kissed her. A silent breath escaped all of them, and Kristen looked at Jo and then Shane to register the looks on their faces. She leaned into Jo again and with her lips grazing Jo's ear, she whispered, "Now kiss her."

Jo hesitated. She didn't think she could do it. Despite the fact that Shane was incredibly attractive- tall, butch, and blonde with an upturned nose and sparkling green eyes- Jo was scared shitless of her commanding nature and her observant eye. She looked at Kristen for reassurance, and Kristen challenged her with her expression. So Jo looked Shane squarely in the face, leaned in, and touched her lips to Shane's. 

Shane could hardly believe she was doing this. But then, she thought, she had been mentioning bringing another woman into bed with them for months. As she slipped her tongue into Jo's soft mouth, she heard Kristen's light laughter and felt her fingers slip through her hair. Jo pulled back, but before she could start to feel awkward, Kristen had pulled off her own shirt and was guiding Shane's fingers over her ribs, around her firm, round breasts, and onto her delicate pink nipples. 

Kristen's long ash blonde hair fell in waves down her small back. With her hand on the back of Jo's neck, she pulled her close and murmured, "Let her show you how." She kissed Jo hard, and Jo wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to see with her tongue down Kristen's throat, but she didn't really care. She tangled her fingers in Kristen's hair, and Kristen moaned into Jo's open mouth as Shane's lips met the soft skin of her breasts. Kristen slipped her hand under Jo's thin shirt, then thought better of it and pulled the whole thing off. "No, let me show you how," she mumbled, and her hands found Jo's soft, voluptuous breasts, bigger and heavier than her own. 

Kristen kneaded the firm tissue and caressed the heavy curves. Her fingers circled around Jo's nipples, already hard from the chills that had come with the first kisses. Kristen laughed at this, and ran her nails over both of Jo's breasts and Jo took in a sharp breath as the sharpness hit her sensitive skin. 

Jo tried to stay quiet, but jerked on Kristen's hair as she flicked, pinched, licked, bit, and caressed her chest until Jo thought she'd have to force Kristen to stop... or just moan for her to keep going. But Shane pulled Kristen away, kissing her neck, breathing in her ear, and Kristen tore off the wife beater and pulled Shane forward onto her. Kristen unclipped Shane's bra and pushed her playfully back against the couch, pressing her body against Shane's to kiss her. 

Kristen slipped off Shane's lap and slid between her legs. She seemed to change her mind and jumped up, pulling Shane and Jo up with her. She walked to the door of the bedroom, and with another of those addictive laughs, she unzipped her tight jeans and slipped out of them. Her slight frame stood in silhouette against the light in the bed room, her round ass, small, firm breasts, and long, straight hair quivered in the light. She walked into the room and waited for the other two to follow.

Jo came through the door and smiled sheepishly, in her socks and a faded plaid skirt from her days in Catholic school. Kristen laid her down on the bed and knelt at her feet, pulling off her socks and then working her way slowly up Jo's legs with kisses and caresses until she was between her thighs, nibbling at the soft tissue only inches from her hips. She didn't move Jo's skirt, but pulled off her underwear and disappeared beneath it.

Jo felt Kristen's hot breath between her legs, but a creak in the floorboards let them both know that Shane had entered and was picking her way gingerly over to the bed. Kristen reappeared from between Jo's legs and pulled Shane to her. "Relax, baby, everything's fine." 

She tugged at Shane's sweats, and Shane shrugged them off and kicked them out behind her. Kristen slid her fingers up the back of Shane's muscular calves, and over her strong thighs, and let her tongue flick between her legs, right over her clit, just once. This seemed to win Shane over.

"I need your help," Kristen whispered to her, and glanced up at Jo. The next thing Jo knew, Shane was kissing her, and she really never would have guessed that anyone could kiss so well. She felt the power in Shane's body through her arms and hands and fingers on her chest, and through her lips and tongue, which were confidently exploring Jo's mouth. 

Shane felt Jo's body soften and submit to hers, which she loved. She nibbled Jo's flushed, full lips, and felt the softness of Jo's tongue following her lead. Jo felt Kristen's breath on her thighs again, and then underneath her skirt, on her lips. She moved her hands down to touch Kristen, but Shane grabbed her by the wrists and crossed her hands above her head. She kissed her again, and fondled her hard nipples, rolling them between her fingers and running her palms firmly over them. Kristen pushed Jo's legs up on the bed and opened them wider. She traced the lines of Jo's lips with her fingers, and then pulled them apart. 

Jo could feel a thin jet of Kristen's breath directly on her clit, and she pressed her hips towards it, tightening her mouth on Shane's and groaning into the kiss. Then, ever so slowly, Kristen's tongue traced the same line her fingers had. She ran her tongue in the wetness between Jo's lips and over her clit, flicking it to one side as she went. Jo tried to move her hips onto Kristen's tongue, but Kristen had her ankles, so she put her hands in Shane's hair instead, and pulled her head closer, her tongue deeper, waiting for Kristen to touch her again. She did, after a few long moments, and this time she flicked her tongue hard over the tiny bump between Jo's legs, between her lips, and she didn't stop. 

Kristen continued slowly, moving in tiny circles and then making quick figure eights. She went faster and faster until Jo had to pull Shane's mouth away from hers and put her head back to keep from screaming. She grabbed the soft ends of Shane's short tresses and pulled at her scalp. Kristen could feel Jo's thighs start to tremble, could feel her muscles flexing to take in the stimulation. So she stopped. Jo thought she might pull out all of Shane's hair, but Shane took her wrists firmly and removed them from her now tangled mop. 

Kristen slid her body heavily over Jo's warm, glistening skin, and whispered into her ear, "If you want more, you're gonna have to ask." Jo stared back at her, unable to speak. "Ok, I'll do it." Kristen said. She put one leg on each side of Jo's chest and leaned over her. "I got hot from fucking you, so I want you to take this hand," she took Jo's hand and slipped it between her legs, "and come inside me." 

Jo did it, not so slowly as Kristen had touched her, but slowly enough. When she pressed her fingers inside the tight, wet, warmth of Kristen's body, Kristen put her head back and allowed a sound to escape her parted lips. She slipped her fingers through Jo's smooth silky hair, and asked her, "What do you want? Do you want her to touch you?" Jo felt Shane's hands slide up the inside of her thighs, pressing out on her legs.

"Yes..." was all that Jo could manage.

"Then tell her!" Kristen pressed hard with her hips, forcing Jo deeper inside her. 

"I want..." Jo whispered, "Shane, I want Shane to fuck me," she trailed off, but she already felt Shane's hands skillfully commanding her clit, her thighs, her hips. Her fingers slipped firmly over Jo's swollen clit again and again, and then slid inside her, thrusting into her as Jo thrust into Kristen. All of them were moaning together now, breathing together, and Jo could feel Kristen's noises through her fingers on Jo's sore scalp. Then she felt Shane's moans between her legs, through her skin. With Shane's fingers inside her and Shane's tongue running swiftly over that hard, wet knot of tissue, Jo's legs began to tremble, and her body quivered from Shane's touch. 

Jo had to stop moving into Kristen so she could concentrate on that throbbing bit of skin under Shane's tongue. Kristen moved herself rhythmically on top of Jo, and stroked her hair, her face, whispering, "Good, Jo, let yourself come." And she did. At that moment, as if Kristen's telling her had made it happen, she let her body drown in the moment, with Shane inside her, her tongue torturing and pleasuring her, and Kristen on top of her, encouraging her screams. 

She was exhausted. With her eyes closed, she felt Shane slide up next to her on the bed and kiss her on the forehead. "Not bad," Shane said. She felt Kristen's weight come off her body, felt her stroking her hair, her face, her chest. Kristen laid down on Shane and kissed her passionately. Jo opened her eyes to see the two of them looking at each other, they're legs entwined, Kristen rubbing herself up and down on Shane's sturdy thigh, her hand hidden between Shane's legs, stroking her softly. Shane turned Kristen over on her stomach, and rested just below her waist, with her hand on Kristen's lower back. She opened Kristen up with her fingers, and Kristen let out a hoarse moan as Shane came inside her. She pressed the headboard with her palms and Shane tore into her, softly at first, but harder and harder as Kristen yelled louder and more hoarsely.

Kristen beat the headboard with her palm as the pressure of Shane inside her sent sensation coursing through her body. She shouted and screamed, and as she quieted, Shane slowed and quieted too. Jo couldn't see what exactly had happened to indicate that Kristen was finished, but Shane seemed to have her lover timed out to a T. Kristen turned over and Shane wrapped her arms around her. They kissed, and Kristen turned over to meet Jo's gaze. She pulled her in tenderly and kissed her. "How're you doing?" she smiled. 

"I'm awesome," said Jo, smiling back.

"What about you, baby?" Kristen turned to Shane, slipping her hand between Shane's legs, stroking her again. Kristen turned her attention on Shane then, biting her neck and breathing in her ear, the one thing that could make Shane break her silence. She worked her fingers back and forth in the wet, silky folds between Shane's legs, hearing her breathing speed up. Kristen felt Jo's warm body envelope her back, and Jo's arm move along hers right down to where her fingers were pulsing against Shane's flesh.

"Let me do it," Jo whispered in her ear. Kristen looked back at Jo and then glanced at Shane, who had her fingers tangled up in the spindles of the headboard and her head back. She was in a world of her own. Kristen moved her hand from under Jo's, and turned to face her. Sandwiched between these two women, she felt totally content. She could feel Jo's hand moving rhythmically on Shane's body, and she slid her hand between Jo's legs and stroked her gingerly with the same steady stroke. 

Jo rolled on top of Kristen and lifted Shane's leg away from her body. She lowered her mouth between Shane's legs and began to suck her swollen clit, and Kristen had to admit, she was impressed at the moans Jo managed to draw from Shane's usually stoic throat. 

Kristen kept stroking Jo, running over her clit faster and faster, and smiled as Jo's moans equaled Shane's. She could hear Shane getting closer and closer, and she could feel Jo's legs begin to tremble, her breath quicken. Just as Shane started to come, Kristen quickened her strokes over Jo's clitoris until her thighs clamped down on Kristen's hand and she parted from Shane's skin to moan. Shaking all over, Jo rolled off of Kristen and lay between the two women. Kristen lifted her head. "Shane, honey, you doin ok?" she asked. Shane turned toward Jo and ran her finger through Jo's hair, smiling. "I'm just fine sweetie," she said. 

******

Kristen woke up from a doze a few minutes later. Jo's head was on Kristen's stomach, her eyes closed and her full lips parted. Her legs were strewn over Shane's, who lay with one hand above her, fingers laced in the headboard, and the other resting on Kristen's hair. Kristen stroked Jo's head, nuzzled down under Shane's hand, and closed her eyes again. 

After a few seconds, Jo felt that Kristen had fallen back asleep and opened her eyes to gaze at the two of them. Jo felt like she was in a pile of good friends, the three women all entangled, good friends or lovers. Jo didn't really know which, but she knew it felt better than shivering on the pullout.

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She groaned as he tongued her belly button. Her nipples still tingled, even though it had been minutes since he had stopped sucking on them to kiss his way down her tummy. She wondered how long it would take him to reach her pussy. She wasn't sure she could wait much longer. 

God, she wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. She knew that her lips were swollen and that she was wet. Soon, she prayed. Let it be soon. 

His mustache and goatee tickled her bare skin as he moved lower. He licked the smooth skin above her pussy and she moaned and spread her legs. He was so close now. 

He kissed her inner thigh next to her pussy. She spread her legs a little more and her moist lips parted. She felt the tip of his tongue barely touching her skin as he licked all around her pussy. She was trembling in anticipation now. It couldn't be much longer, could it? She hoped not. 

She looked down as she realized that he was no longer licking her. He was looking up at her. She looked into his adoring brown eyes for a moment and then whispered, "Please. Oh, please." 

He smiled at her and then bent back down and with just the tip of his tongue he licked her pussy from the bottom up to her clit. She shuddered and groaned. Finally. 

He sucked on her swollen lips, pulling on them gently. When they slipped from his mouth, she felt him place his hands on either side of her pussy. With his thumbs, he spread her lips and then pushed his tongue into her. She moaned and arched her back. 

He pushed his tongue firmly against her pussy and licked her several times. She could tell when he really started concentrating on what he was doing. She smiled as she remembered the time that she had told him that he gave great head. He had laughed and told her his 'secret.' He told her that he 'wrote' the alphabet on her pussy with his tongue. He explained that it took a long time and that he just briefly touched her clit every now and then. 

She groaned again. She didn't care how he did it, just as long as he kept doing it. 

She was getting close now. Her body trembled and she arched her back to push her pussy harder against his tongue. He responded by pushing his tongue into her. She gasped and clutched at the sheets. She felt his tongue move rapidly around her clit in little circles; close, but not actually touching it. 

She cried out as she came. He kept licking her, gently now. He sucked on her lips again as she trembled. He kept licking her and then slipped a finger into her pussy. She groaned and pushed up against his hand. He lightly kissed her clit and slipped another finger into her. 

Little cries of pleasure escaped her. It felt so good. He pushed his tongue against her clit and slipped a third finger into her. She arched her back, desperate for him to finger fuck her. His fingers plunged in and out of her dripping pussy. She was close to coming again. 

He fingered her faster now. Her pussy made wet sounds as he did her. She felt him turn his hand and then his thumb was rubbing her clit. That pushed her over the edge and she screamed as she came and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. 

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She lay there, trying to catch her breath, as he kissed his way up her body. When he kissed her hard little nipple, she moaned. When he sucked on it, she groaned. When he bit it, she gasped. 

He kissed her mouth and she pushed her tongue into his. She could taste her pussy on his lips as she kissed him back hungrily. Tasting herself turned her on even more. She put her hands on his head and kissed him all around his mouth, trying to get every drop of her juices. 

She felt his hard cock press against her pussy. She wanted to feel him inside her. She needed him inside her. She felt him take his cock in his hand and rub the head between her engorged lips. He raised himself up over her and she looked into his eyes. 

As his cock slipped into her, she groaned and arched her back to meet his thrust. He held himself there for a moment, deep inside her. Then, he started to fuck her. Long, slow strokes. He would pull out until just the head of his cock was inside her before sliding back into her. 

She spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him in her deeper. He moved his arms from her side one at a time and she lifted her legs. He trapped her legs inside her arms, lifting her ass up, exposing her pussy to his thrusts. She couldn't move. 

Slowly he picked up the pace, fucking a little harder and faster. She closed her eyes as he pounded her, giving into the pleasure. 

His balls slapped against her wetly. She was so wet. Moans and cries of pleasure escaped her. It felt so good to get fucked. He had been gentle as he ate her, but there was no gentleness in his movements now. 

She felt her orgasm building in her. Her pussy quivered around his cock and she tried to push up to meet him, but she couldn't move. She groaned and she felt him fuck her harder. 

Her pussy clamped down on his cock and she cried out as she came. His cock drove into her, carrying her on waves of pleasure. He slowed his thrusts slightly as she came. 

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she gasped. 

Her whole being centered on his cock in her pussy. She came again and this time she screamed. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she chanted over and over. 

He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around him. She opened her eyes and looked into his. He was fucking her slower now, but he was still fucking her. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him into her. 

"Come in me," she whispered. 

He smiled at her. She reached up and pinched his nipples. He gasped and slammed his cock into her. She did it again and he groaned and slammed into her again. 

She knew he was close to coming and the thought of his come shooting into her made her moan. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he moaned as he came inside her. Feeling his cock jerk inside her, she came again. He collapsed on top of her, his cock deep inside her. They lay there, together, exhausted and sated.



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I stepped out onto the terrace, my breath evaporating in wispy trails. You stood at the edge, leaning on the rail, overlooking the city at night. I took in the scene for a moment. The lights of the city seemed distant, but they were plentiful. There were always enough to make the night sky appear drab and faded, with few stars in sight. That was a downside of living in a city... when you look up for the stars, there's nothing but a dusty sheet. You had to look somewhere else for your awe and wonder. But on that night, you filled in for the night sky wonderfully. Your black strapless gown was an inky night sky, stars exploding and vanishing as you moved, the dress hugging your curves, the slit exposing a daring amount of leg.

I wondered if you knew about how people were looking at you... other men with glances lingering longer than their dates would prefer. Eyes straying every now and again to catch another glimpse of the stunning beauty seemingly all by herself.

I walked over, removed my coat, and placed it over your shoulders. I felt you tense for a moment before eventually realizing it was me. My hands lingered on your shoulders... I felt you melt back into me as you pulled the coat around yourself, your body at once familiar and exciting. My hands sunk to your hips, easing you back against my frame. We stayed there for a while, just looking out over the city.

"Hey... you want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Twenty minutes later, you had shoved me inside my apartment, slammed me against the door as it slammed shut, and shoved your tongue into my mouth. Your hand plunged lower, unzipping my slacks with ease, whipping my cock out and stroking it eagerly. I was stunned for a moment at your sudden aggression, but I quickly responded, bringing my strong hands to your ass, pulling you close, kissing back.

You leaned into the kiss, showing me you were just as hungry as I was. So hungry, that before I knew it, you were on your knees, sucking on the head of my erect cock, your eyes peering up at me, clearly savoring the expressions you could elicit from me. Your hands pressed me forward, putting my back to the door, causing the chain lock to rattle. I gazed down at your crouching figure, wanting to take in every detail before me. Your inky gown pooled on the floor around you, breasts straining against it. For a moment my eyes were lost in your cleavage, plummeting into a black hole as you bobbed back and forth. I moaned deeply as you devoured my cock, your lips pursed, cheeks hollowed as you sucked, your tongue working so expertly. I closed my eyes and rode the waves of pleasure you provided me with, my mind utterly fixated on this moment, the tip of my cock driven back in your throat, your eyes closed as you accepted my hot girth so deeply. Holding steady longer... longer... before finally pulling your head back and gasping for air.

It seemed like time slowed down for a moment... you looked up at me, your breathing labored, cheeks flushed pink. Strands of your hair misplaced, plastered to your forehead. In that moment, so much was communicated. My eyes were open, gazing down at you. I knew that wouldn't be enough for you. I knew what you wanted. I knew what I wanted, too. I'll always remember that moment. That moment when nothing else but us existed. The darkened apartment didn't exist. The hallway outside didn't exist. All the stars hidden by the dusty sheet of the city night didn't exist. It was just you and me and our desires.

Moments later I found that time existed again. I reached down, lifted you up off the floor, swung you towards the door, turning us around. I reached down, hiked your gown up, and feasted my eyes on your ass, my hands caressed it. You looked back over your shoulder, arms braced against the heavy wood of the door, and waited with breathless anticipation as you presented yourself.

I peeled your thong down, leaving it hanging from your thighs, not caring to remove it completely. In a flash, my cock was at your pussy, spreading your lips, filling your ready cunt. You moaned in ecstasy, which always turned me on so profoundly, and I couldn't help but feel my cock swelling that much more as you expressed your pleasure so provocatively. I drove my hips forward until my hips butted up against your bare ass, my cock buried inside you, my strong hands clasping your hips, controlling your movements.

I planted my feet and then simply took you. My hips worked like a piston, pumping my length back and forth, claiming you over and over. And that was what I wanted... to claim you, to own you, to have you as my own.

I continued to pump my hips, fucking you hard, the sound reverberating in the landing of my apartment. The sound was soon mixed with the your moans, your pleading coos and moans, your demands for more, and your obscene exultation.

I pulled out of you suddenly, earning a plaintive moan of protest from your lips. I turned you around, hands snaking down, dipping below your legs, clutching you and lifting you up. I pinned your back to the door, rattling it in its frame. Your legs wrapped around me as I drove my cock back into you, keeping me from escaping. Your hands linked behind my neck as you held on tight. I kissed you with an animal passion, tasting you as my cock impaled you deeper and deeper.

Our pleasure compounded, building further and higher, cresting and surging. Our passion and lust and sheer animal desire crescendoed into a thunderous finale. I came inside you, slamming my cock deep and releasing my seed inside you. I felt your entire body shudder in pleasure and squeeze down so incredibly tight, I thought we would never be apart.

Sometimes I think back to that night and realize a part of me never left that night.



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Katie faded into consciousness when Jen stirred under her. She stretched and opened her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Jen whispered. 

"No, it's okay. Is the movie over?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, it has been for a while," Jen chuckled.

"And you just let me sleep?"

Jen smiled and shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you. I guess watching you sleep is enough entertainment for me."

Katie turned on her side and rested her temple on her palm, "And what was so entertaining about that? Was I sleeping with my mouth open or something?"

Jen's laughter bubbled up from her lungs and out her mouth. "No, your mouth wasn't open."

"Then what?" Katie persisted.

"I was just thinking of... things." Jen tried to avoid the question.

"Things? What things?"

Jen hesitated, "Just things I'd like- things I want to do to you."

"Oh yeah?" Katie asked, challenging her. "Things like what?"

"I don't know, things like this" Jen whispered. She slipped her hand behind Katie's neck and pulled her in. A breath away from her lips, Jen paused, then kissed her slowly, feeling the fullness of her parted lips, the softness of her mouth. Jen slipped her tongue between Katie's lips and gently coaxed her mouth open, sliding her tongue over Katie's, tenderly exploring her teeth, her tongue, searching for her desire. She pulled back and found it in her eyes. Katie stared at her with uncertainty and passion. Jen fingered her lower lip.

"Things like that, eh?" Katie blushed and looked away.

Jen chuckled. "Yeah, and some other things." She glanced down at Katie's body.

"Ok," Katie said.

"Ok what?" Jen asked,

"You said there are other things you want to do," Katie kissed Jen again. "I'm saying ok." They looked at each other for a minute, then Jen sat up. "Are you sure? Really?" she asked.

Instead of responding, Katie laughed and pulled Jen down on top of her. Jen kissed her and then began removing Katie's button down shirt, one button at a time. "Put your arms above your head," she commanded, and Katie did it. Jen slipped the shirt off Katie's torso and up her arms, where the tight cuffs held the sleeves around her wrists. Jen wrapped the shirt around the bedpost. She kissed Katie passionately while her hands explored her chest. Jen fingered her stomach, her belly button, her ribs, the curves over her voluptuous breasts, her collarbone, her neck, and the lobes of her ears. She lightly dragged her fingernails over Katie's skin, where goose bumps rose up on her peachy flesh. "I'll do whatever you want, Katie." She whispered lowly, "but you're gonna have to ask me."

"Hey!" Katie protested, "You can't use Melissa Ferrick's line!" She smiled. 

Jen smiled back, but only for a second. "Watch me," she said. She pulled off Katie's jeans and underwear and left her naked and bound on the bed. She went to her dresser drawer and pulled out a few things- gloves, some lube, and a blue dildo she called Champ. Jen came back over to the bed, laid her supplies out by Katie's legs, where she couldn't see them, and spoke in a low whisper again, "Tell me what you want, Katie." She kissed her hard, pushing through her lips, taking Katie's mouth as her own. She ravaged the skin of her torso, licking her neck, biting her ear, circling her breasts slowly with the tip of her tongue. Jen avoided her nipples, always staying a millimeter away, only allowing her breath to touch them. "Tell me you want me to touch you, to torture you with pleasure, and I will." 

Jen barely had time to get the words out, and Katie interrupted her last syllables, "Yes, ok. I want you to touch me." 

Jen smiled. "Ok," she said. "Where?" she grazed Katie's nipple with the nail of

her thumb. "Here?" 

"Yes," Katie moaned, "yes, there."

Jo was playing with her now, and enjoying it. She moved her hands away from Katie's body and asked, "Where was it you wanted me to touch you?"

Katie sighed in annoyance, in discomfort. "Touch my... my nipples. Both of them at once." Jen waited. "Please, Jen, please touch me." Jen moved quickly, pinching the hard pink flesh of Katie's nipples between her fingers, then using her nails to flick them side to side. Katie's breathing quickened. She drew in sharp breaths, and as Jen's speed and pressure increased, tiny moans started to escape from Katie's mouth. 

"Good girl, Katie. Let me hear you," Jen cooed. She lowered her mouth to Katie's chest and locked her teeth gently around Katie's nipple. She licked her, flicking the flesh back and forth, mimicking her tongue with her fingers on the other side. She felt Katie's hands pull against the cuffs of her shirt. Jen lifted her head. 

"If it hurts, if you want me to stop, tell me, ok?" Katie nodded. Jen lowered her mouth to Katie's hard, wet nipple again, and nibbled the flesh lightly. As Katie began to moan, she held it between her teeth firmly, with her thumb and fingers mirroring on Katie's other breast. She began to put firm pressure on both knots of flesh, and a breath escaped Katie's lips. She slowly increased the pressure and Katie began to moan, "Oh God, Jen, please..." she half whispered, half screamed. Jen bit harder and harder, pinched more and more firmly, until Katie was screaming. "Oh fuck, Jen! Don't stop, please don't stop." And she didn't. 

She kept the pressure on, and she knew it was pulsing in Katie's skin, sending pain and pleasure through her chest, into her flushed face and throbbing lips. When she was sure she was about to draw blood, Katie surrendered. "Ok, stop. Ah!" Jen left her a moment to catch her breath, then began licking Katie's other nipple, lighting stroking it with her tongue. Katie's swollen, sensitive skin reacted immediately, and she couldn't tell if the pain was worth the pleasure. But she let Jen go, licking her, biting her, pinching and flicking her until she thought she would rip her shirt apart pulling against the bedpost. 

"Fuck me, Jennifer. I want you to fuck me," she finally moaned. Jen lifted her head, held Katie's head in her hands, and kissed her wet, swollen mouth. "Open your legs," she said, and Katie did. Jen sat between Katie's legs and caressed her ribs, her stomach, her thighs. "Put your knees up," she commanded, and Katie moved her heels to her hips. Jen leaned forward, almost touching Katie, but not quite. "Wider," she said, so Katie put a foot on either side of the bed, opening herself up to Jen's hands, to her will. Jen kissed Katie's feet, her ankles, her calves. She nibbled the insides of her knees and ran her tongue up Katie's inner thigh. "Are you wet?" she said, leaning close to Katie. 

"Yes," Katie whispered.

"Why?" Jen pondered. "Tell me why you're wet, and I might fuck you."

"Because," Katie struggled with the cuffs of her shirt, and with her words. "Because you were touching me," she managed.

"How was I touching you? What was I doing that made you wet, Katie?"

"You were biting me," she moaned. "You were pinching..."

"What was I pinching, Katie? Say it." She ordered. Katie loved that she was made to say it.

"You were pinching my nipples," she exhaled. "It was like torture."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you to go harder and harder, and then I just wanted you to fuck me. Because it felt like you were controlling my whole body through your teeth."

"Good girl," Jen said. "I am controlling your whole body." Katie looked down at her own naked body, at Jen between her legs. "Are you still wet?" Jen asked.

"Yes."

"And you still want to be fucked?" Jen continued in her cool tone.

"Yes," moaned Katie.

"Closed your eyes," Jen instructed. Katie closed her eyes and felt Jen's hand sliding up and down her thighs. She felt Jen's breath between her legs, but nothing more. Then Jen sat back and picked something up from the bed. Katie felt the cold liquid slide between her lips and flinched at the cool sensation. "Good," Jen said. She opened Katie's lips to the cool air of the room, and slid her tongue over Katie's clitoris. 

Katie flinched again, and Jen smiled. She flicked her tongue again. Flinch. And again. A bigger flinch. Then she began to slowly run circles around and around the tiny pit of Katie's soft, sweet, open peach. She quickened her pace and began to run her tongue directly over the hard pit, hearing Katie's moans intensify. After a few particularly loud sounds poured out from Katie's hoarse throat, Jen slowed. "Oh God," Katie moaned. "Oh fuck." She tried to move her hips towards Jen's tongue, but Jen placed a hand firmly on top of Katie's hips. "What do you say?" Jen teased. And Katie gave in.

"Please, please Jen, fuck me! Lick my clit and let me scream."

Jen laughed and did just what Katie asked of her. She pulled Katie's lips up and apart to expose her clitoris, that delicate pit, and licked her until she screamed. But she knew this wasn't all that Katie wanted. So as Katie's thighs began to quiver, she lifted her head, stroking Katie's clit softly with her fingers and asked, "What else do you want Katie?"

She couldn't hesitate anymore, couldn't think about the inappropriate words she was about to say. Jen didn't even have to force her anymore. "I want you inside me. Fuck me with a toy while you lick me." She paused and then finished, "Please Jennifer, please."

"Good Katie," Jen said soothingly. She put a condom on Champ and popped open the bottle of lube. She didn't think Katie would need it. "Keep calling me Jennifer," she said. She pressed Champ against Katie's skin, right at the opening of her vagina.

"Fuck me, Jennifer," and by the last syllable, Jen had thrust deep inside her. Moans poured from Katie's mouth as Jen pulled out and entered her again, slowly this time. She pressed the dick into her gently at first, and very slowly. After a few seconds, she heard Katie moan, "Faster Jen, please." Jen kept her slow rhythm. "Jennifer, please, fuck me faster," Katie said, remembering herself. Jen quickened her pace and began to finger Katie's clit with her other hand. 

"Yes!" Katie moaned, "please keep going!" Jen kept going, slowing down every few seconds until Katie screamed, "I want you to fuck me hard, Jennifer. Hard and fast. I want you to tear me in two." Jen bent over Katie and thrust into her hard and fast, over and over. She rubbed Katie's wet, exposed clitoris with the other hand, and listened to the rough moans and hysterical screams flowing up from Katie's lungs and out her full flushed lips. Jen heard Katie scream her name among a thousand other deities. She moved one hand to Katie's chest and flicked her nipples, then returned to her clit. She bit her thighs, grabbed her chest, and left red fingernail marks down Katie's side. 

With each new movement, the pitch and intensity of Katie's voice changed. Eventually, Katie's screams quieted to a low rumble, but Jen kept going. Slower and more gently, she continued to penetrate this beautiful, naked, vulnerable girl over and over.  

The beauty of this last motion, the power of it, turned Jen on so much that she kissed Katie passionately again, commanded her to "Hold on," and fucked her hard again. Jen thrust into her while she laid on Katie's chest with her hand between her own legs, stroking her wet flesh, her weight sensitive to Katie's every breath. "Fucking you makes me wet," she whispered. After a minute of this, Jen moved back between Katie's legs, slowing her movement until Katie finally whispered, "Ok, no more." 

She pressed Champ deep inside Katie slowly and left it there. She climbed on top of her, her knee firmly between Katie's legs, holding Champ in place. "Is this ok?" she whispered, stroking Katie's hair, which was wet with sweat. "Yes," Katie said. I like you still inside me. Jen pulled Katie's shirt off the bedpost and untangled her wrists, which were red with struggle. "Open your eyes, baby," she cooed. Katie opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around Jen, and Jen was surprised at how blue her eyes were, how warm her arms felt. They laid like that until they both dozed off. An hour or two later, Jen awoke again, and Katie asked, "was I sleeping with my mouth open?"

"No, you weren't" Jen said, and went to put away the toys. She started to pull Champ away from Katie's body, but she grabbed Jen's arm as she did and said, "Wait, stay right there." Then Katie swung her body forward and back and fucked herself gently while Jen sat silent and still and watched her begin to sweat again. When Katie was tired, she dropped her hips to the bed and stopped moving. Jen continued the gently rhythm Katie had started and closed her mouth around Katie's sweet pit. In seconds, echo's of Katie's hysterical screams were in Jen's ears, now soft but overwhelming breathing. Her thighs quaked and Jen felt her body pulse from the point of her tongue. She smiled, and slowly pulled out. "Wow, babe, I'm impressed." She giggled. Katie lays still, bathing in the afterglow and the heaviness of sleep.

"Me too," Katie mumbled. "I'm exhausted."

Jen cleaned up and put away their things, then undressed and slipped under the covers naked. She loved to feel Katie's body against hers, and when she laid down, Katie automatically curled around Jen's back and wrapped her arms around her. "I love you Katie," Jen yawned.

She hardly heard Katie's sleepy reply. "I love you, Jennifer."



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She moved carefully on the bed. She didn't want to wake him. Not yet. She slowly pulled the sheet off him. He was on his back. She smiled. Perfect.

She eased herself beside him. She lightly touched his cock. Her finger tips just barely touched him. She did this for a few minutes until he started to get hard, then she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

She stroked his cock slowly as he grew harder in her hand. It always amazed her to watch him get hard. When he was soft, his cock was tiny. Hard, it filled her hand. It was average in size, and she liked it like that. She was able to deep throat him easily. 

She leaned over and kissed the head. She watched his face, looking for a reaction. He still slept peacefully. She smiled. She didn't want him to wake up yet. She lick his cock, running her tongue up the underside of it. Reaching the head, she again kissed it softly. She let some saliva drip from her mouth and spread it over his cock with her fingers. 

Her hand moved up and down his cock. Again she let saliva drip from her mouth onto it. Her fingers moved on him easily now. She kissed the head again. This time he moaned. She smiled. 

She held his cock and licked her lips. She opened her mouth and lowered it over his cock until her lips touched her fingers. She closed her mouth, wrapping her lips around him. She looked at his face as she moved her mouth up his cock. The head slipped from her mouth and she licked it as it did. This time, he groaned and moved slightly. She smiled again as she stroked him. 

She bit her lower lip as her hand moved up and down his cock. She was moving too fast. If she wasn't careful, he would wake up. She stroked him slowly, watching his face. Good. He still slept. She smiled again. He was probably dreaming of her.

She licked him again and took him into her mouth, watching his face. Nothing. Her lips pressed against her fingers and she moved her mouth down his cock as she stroked it. Down and up. Down and up and then she lifted her mouth from him. He stirred softly, still sleeping. She smiled as she watched him sleep, her hand moving up and down his cock.

Now? She let go of his cock, but kept her fingers pressed against it. She watched his face as she licked the length of it from the base to the head and took it into her mouth again. He groaned and pushed against her. 

She moved her mouth down his shaft, taking him all the way into her mouth. She lifted her head and his cock left her mouth with a soft 'pop.' His eyes opened and she smiled at him as she licked him. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him again.

She looked into his eyes as she took him in her mouth. He pushed up as she moved her mouth down him. With her lips against her fingers, she stroked and sucked him. She bobbed up and down on his cock several times before releasing it from her mouth. She smiled at as she sat up and then straddled him.

Holding him in her hand, she lowered herself onto him. They both moaned as her pussy slid over his cock. She put her hands on his chest and ground herself against him. 

She sat up, arching her back. She put her hands behind her head and started riding him. He put his hands on her waist. She sighed as she bounced up and down on him. 

She loved being on top. She felt in control. He never came when she was on top. No matter what she did or how long she fucked him, he wouldn't come. That was fine with both of them. After she came, he would roll her onto her back and fuck her until they both came.

She bent forward and put her hands on the bed next to him. He moved his hands to her arms and softly caressed them. She let her head fall forward. She was fucking him hard, grunting with the effort. God, his cock felt good.

She looked up again and smiled at him. He smiled back and moved his hands to her waist. He took some of her weight in his hands, making it easier for her to ride him.

She slowed down and then stopped with just the head of his cock inside her pussy. She was breathing hard. He held her there and shifted his legs so that his feet were flat on the bed. She grinned, knowing what he was about to do. He grinned back and began bouncing his hips off the bed, driving his cock into her.

She was on top, but he was fucking her. She groaned. Her pussy wasn't just wet now, it was creamy. She could feel her juices starting to drip down her thighs. His cock slammed into her again and again.

Suddenly, he let go of her and she fell on his cock. She cried out as she slammed down on him, his cock buried in her pussy. she put her hands on his chest and ground her pussy against him, rubbing her clit against him. She moaned and came, collapsing on top of him. Her pussy clenched his cock several times as she lay there.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as she panted. As her breathing slowed, her rubbed her back. She lifted her head and leaned forward to kiss him. He held her tight and rolled her onto her back, his cock still in her.

He put his hands on the bed on either side of her body and raised himself over her. They smiled at each other as he slowly fucked her. She spread her legs as wide as she could. He fucked her a little faster, a little harder.

She was so wet. After a few minutes, he was pounding her. She whimpered. His balls slapped against her. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed up to meet him. She felt him come inside her and she cried out and came with him. 

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She knelt at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. resting on her forearms. He moved between her legs and put his hands on her ass. He held her cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spread her ass cheeks and her pussy opened. She felt the head of his cock push between her lips. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy and pushed the head into her. She sighed and clenched the sheets as he eased into her. When he was all the way in, he paused and then eased out of her. His cock slipped from her pussy.

He slipped back into her and slowly filled her. She smiled. She knew he was watching his cock disappear in her pussy. As he eased back out she knew he was watching how her lips clung to his cock, how her moisture shone on his cock. It was one of the things he liked about fucking her from behind.

She enjoyed the tenderness of the moment, his cock easing in and out of her. His hands on her ass. When he did her from behind, it felt like he got deeper inside her. He pulled all the way out again. She felt the head of his cock push against her and slip inside her. She smiled. He really liked watching that. He paused inside her. Was this it? Was he going to fuck her now?

Standing behind her like this he could fuck her hard and fast. She knew that soon he would be ramming his cock into her, pounding her pussy. He eased out and back in. Not yet. She moaned. She liked this, but she was ready to fuck. She wanted it. Wanted to feel his cock plunging into her.

His hands moved to her hips. She moaned again. This was it. He was going to fuck her now. He fucked her with a nice steady pace, burying his cock in her pussy and then pulling most of the way out. She was very wet, and his balls slapped against her clit noisily. She moved back and forth, meeting his thrusts. He slapped her ass with one hand and she yelped. She liked it when he was rough with her. She knew it would get rougher as he fucked her. 

She put her head down on the bed. He was fucking her harder and faster now. It felt so good. Her pussy was getting creamy, and she could feel it dripping down her thighs. She groaned. So good. So good.

He slapped her ass again. And again. She would have hand prints on both cheeks later. He slapped her again, harder this time. She groaned. His cock pounded into her. Her drenched pussy made wet squishy noises as he fucked her. 

She pushed up onto her hands, her body bouncing from his thrusts. He reached around with his right hand a held her breast, kneading it firmly. He pinched her little nipple and she groaned. He grabbed her other breast and pinched that nipple, also. 

He fucked her hard as he pinched her nipples. As her body bounced back and forth, he pulled at her nipples. Oh, God. So good. 

His hands moved back to her ass and he dug his fingers into her flesh. Her nipples tingled. He drove his cock into her. She whimpered. He slapped her ass and she yelped and groaned. He leaned over her and let go off her ass with his right hand. 

She knew what he wanted. She reached back with her right arm. He gripped her wrist and pulled on her arm. She reached back with her left arm and he took hold of that wrist. He held her up like that as he fucked her. She whimpered. She arched her back and threw her head back. It took some of the weight from her shoulders. 

His cock pounded into her pussy. She let her head fall forward again. He tightened his grip on her wrists. She let her body relax. All of her weight was being held up by him. Her shoulders ached. She groaned with pleasure and pain.

She clinched her pussy around his cock. She wanted him to come inside her. She knew that would push her over the edge, making her come. She did it again and he moaned. Again. And again. He groaned and slammed into her. She felt his cock jerk inside her. He slammed into her again and they both moaned. Her pussy tightened around his cock. She felt his cock jerk inside her again and they both cried out as they came together.



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Patience is a virtue

She had been gone for hours, I had expected her home before the trains finished. She usually walked with friends or called me but there was no reply to my messages. I could hear noises on the porch so I turned the TV down. I went to look through the peephole and I could hear her giggling and laughing and shushing. The sound of a mans voice shocked me because she had gone with her Ellie. He was pressuring her for something saying "Come on" but she laughing so much as she said "No" I didn't fear for her safety. I pressed my ear to the door as his voice dropped to ask sincerely. What a creep, I thought! Is he asking my girlfriend for a goodnight kiss?

'I should go out there and...' I thought, but I trusted her, she knew what she was doing. What she was actually doing was succumbing to his requests and complying. "Ok, Ok, but quickly!" She giggled as she turned to face the door. What was she laughing at?

She put her key in the door and that point I don't know why I became such a coward. I wanted to spy on them rather than openly confront them. I question the decision to this day. I didn't want to appear uncool, waiting by the front door tapping my watch and besides I didn't know who this guy was... so I bolted, first for the foot of the stairs then to the top as quickly and as quietly as I could.

A Sudden Panic

If she had brought a guest home and I was in sweatshirt and shorts I didn't want to be seen. At this time of night I didn't want to meet anybody new. How embarrassing and how ashamed I felt as I shot up the stairs to our bedroom. 

I listened nervously from the top of the stairs hearing them in the kitchen clinking glass and talking. 

Her persistent giggles were drunken and I could only assume he was tickling her with words or fingers. The only word I actually heard was "Wine!" she proclaimed in a lavish exclamation before shushing herself at equal volume. Then it went eerily quiet for a long time. There was no movement of footsteps, no glass clinking. I listened sharper, more intently, over the sound of my heartbeat and could hear a rusting of clothing and a muffled sound. I started to venture towards the top step when they came to the stairs, at which point I shot into the bedroom. Looking around, my first thought was to get into bed and pretend to sleep, then I thought to hide under the bed. Then I saw the wardrobe open and slipped in there. I closed the doors from the inside on myself and spied through the wooden slats. 

His voice getting louder as they reached the door. 

"I can't wait to have you, I don't want to wait any longer," She led him in by his tie, like a prize catch. Her high heels sinking into the shag carpet. Look at those legs I thought. Her dress ruffled and flowing around her. Why hadn't she checked or called for me. Did she forget I lived here too!?! She checked the en suite bathroom, peering her head in. So she did wonder where I was hiding, but not enough to care to stop this with the stranger. 

"You need me now." He told her forcefully. They were suddenly serious.

"But my boyfriend...?" she said aloud for my attention.

"You brought me this far, you don't want me to stop..."

Doggystyle

Spinning her around and dropping the straps off her shoulders and yanking roughly down her expensive dress to her knees where it fell the rest of the way. 

She glanced briefly and just once at the wardrobe door as he pushed her forwards onto the bed. 

She crawled to the pillows and bent her legs open, looking back over her shoulder. Her thong barely covered her pussy. It was a black string that ran around the curves of her ass. Her heels and stockings on the bed, her ass presented to him. She looked ready for one thing. He tugged at her bra clasp and it popped open, he didn't bother to pull it away, he mounted her still wearing his trousers, shirt and tie. His shoes he had slipped off on the floor and his giant thick cock poking mightily out from his trousers made her eyes light up. 

Pressing the enormous head against her asshole instantly made her surprised, "Ah! No, noooo..!" She reached back to guide it to her pussy. He grabbed her hand forcefully and put it back above her head and did it himself. 

The groan and the squirm as he entered the first inch he may as well have gone to her ass. I had never seen her feel pain from sex before. She closed her eyes and grimaced as it as popped inside slowly. Her eyes shot open wide with delight as it punctured her outer walls, slipping inside. 

The very thought of him ramming his huge cock inside her was intoxicating, the long shaft satisfying her in a way I never could while she wailed and held on for dear life arching her back and bending her legs creating the sweat on her brow he penetrated her slowly but surely then deeply and crudely. I could hear him saying wickedly to her, "He cant do this to you can he? Your boyfriend doesn't fuck you like this," as he drew his long shaft out and pumped it back it like an industrial drill bit designed for sex. "You need this cock, you wanted me ever since you 

felt it. You don't care that he loves you and you definitely don't care if I do. You only want one thing from me, my hot steaming cock banging you hard for longer than you can handle." His sheer arrogance and the knowledge he was right was tearing her apart, making her feel more like a dirty slut and even more depraved and horny. She knew it, I knew it. He could see right through her as easily as he could her stockings. 

Her whimpers of pain and pleasure entwined uncontrollably as he stretched her and hurt her. I could only watch as he treated her roughly when I only treated her softly like a Princess and she loved being called his slave. Her dress gone and her stocking laddered. Her hair bunched messily in his fist. He pulled back her head so he could see her panting mouth and glowing cheeks as her fingernails dug in, clinging to the mattress sheet. 

Missionary

My nose pressed against the wooden doors. My breath short. My cock was burning, my stomach churning. 

Withdrawing slowly, that seemed to take forever, how deep was he?! She rolled onto her back as he opened his shirt and belt buckle, striping down to his shorts. The bedroom light made her bronzed skin glisten with the layer of sweat that covered her body. She lay there helpless and willing as he lowered himself naked now again onto her.

His rippling back muscles were made for her fingernails. Her heels digging into the bed sheets. Her back arching to take it all inside. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes and I could see she was weeping. Was it from the pain?

"I want to look at you, I want you to see who you are fucking when I cum inside you." 

He held her face and it turned it towards him. The mascara ran from her eyes from crying as she turned away from his kisses, his tongue found her neck and then her nipple, causing her to moan like a common whore.

I nearly coughed with shock. I was transfixed, I had never seen her fuck like this. I didn't realise...and I did realise. This is what she had inside her. 

His hands pinned her wrists to the mattress as he entered and penetrated her unsheathed and unbridled, gliding with ease and purpose. I watched from the wardrobe as they thrust till he came and then some more, his long white foamy shaft like a sweaty horse dipping in and out again and again until I thought it would never stop and she would be damaged for life. 

He swiped clean his long under shaft on her stocking leg when he was done and she lay still, exhausted, satisfied, in her own disheveled post -orgasmic bliss. As he dressed her pussy continued pulsating, as wide as birth and readjusting to normal, almost normal. It would probably never be the same again and would I ever find out?

She was still purring when pity he took on her just before he left. She is slow to recover, and from the wardrobe I can hear every word. He draped a sheet over her still quivering body and almost lovingly brushed a damp strand of hair back from her glowing rosy cheek. He kissed her lips and told it her "this is where it will be next time." She smiled and purred softly, reaching up to him, the life returning to her bones. She kissed his lips like lovers do and told him him she cannot wait. His hand fell onto her silky nylon foot, his finger tracing it playfully to the tip of her as he walks away, out of the room and out of our house. 

When she had drifted off to sleep. I opened the door and dimmed the lights as I slipped out of the room to sleep on the sofa, I didn't want to disturb her. I carefully unbuckled her shoes, collecting her dress and jacket from the floor and tidied them away. 

I had no idea where she had been or why she brought a man home to our house, and even worse, while I was home. I had no warning, no explanation. I cleaned their wine glasses away and re-corked the bottle of wine. 

As I lay on the sofa that night I wondered, my mind dazed and emotions shattered. I could only assume she had wanted me to see. Had she planned it or was she simply unable to control herself? Was she unable to resist when faced with the advances of tall dark handsome stranger with an enormous cock? I pulled the blanket over myself, my tummy hurting tied in knots and my normal sized cock rock hard and throbbing.

A Memory

My mind returned to the time, the only other time I had felt anywhere close to this, so dejected and heartbroken, unwanted and betrayed. It had been a similar night, a party at a nightclub, with drinks, she was always different after drinks and she loved to drink. I had tried to hold her back and told her slow down but she had just scowled and said things that cut right through me. About wanting to "have fun", we were "only young" and about "getting to know new people". 

She wanted to meet new people. I got it, but I hadn't properly understood. I had seen her talking with another guy while I was at the bar. Then I returned from the toilet they were on the dancefloor this time, talking up close, mouth to ear in the loud music and not really dancing. 

His hand I thought was on her ass as he stood over her when I realised it was massaging, fingering her pussy and that sleepy look in her eye that I knew meant sex. 

How stupid I had felt that at the time in my naivete and inability to take control of the situation. Another guy was fingering my girlfriend and she was letting him finger her pink pussy as though it were a handshake. 

She told me later he had wanted to take her home but she just wanted to talk and when I intervened desperately she had asked me to take her home. She had that 'fuck me' look in her beautiful smokey eyes. She asked me to get her coat and meet her at the door so she could use the restroom. She was drunk and getting herself into trouble and she wasn't sure she could get herself out of it. 

I had waited by the door with her coat and bag for fifteen minutes before heading back in to look for her. It took another ten minutes to find her. By then she was at the door waiting for me, chatting to one of the doorman. She was so drunk she had barely said a word to me the rest of the night. The horny look from her eyes had definitely gone.

Why my mind flashed back to that night I saw tonight differently. The realisation she had likely had some kind of erotic adventure with that stranger while I waited with her coat hit me hard. I hadn't checked the women's toilets where they were probably having wild animal sex in the cubicle. She wouldn't fuck me that night, I remember, she wouldn't let me for a week after, at least. 

I fell to sleep wondering had what happened tonight happened that night and how many nights before.

A Conversation

At breakfast I sat at the table reading the news, she showered for a long time I could hear and she 

came down in her silky gown with just a pair of woolen socks on as far as I could tell. Her breast was clearly visible. She looked stunning, her cheeks had a glow, her eyes were smiling and her hair was silky sheen and tied up quickly and playfully. 

She didn't look happy. She looked cautious as she entered the kitchen, possibly expecting me to explode with rage. She poured a drink and sat down opposite me. She didn't try to kiss me or come close. I looked down at my paper. 

"Are you ok?" was her first question. I looked up at her. She looked sad, I looked sad. I felt sad. Was this the end? 

"What was that?" I asked her thinking I may finally get some answers. 

"That was," she paused. "It was an accident...I didn't mean to hurt you." 

Her hand left the glass and extended across the table. My hand instinctively reached for it. "Who was he?" I looked down and stroked her hand with my fingers.

"His name is Sean. He lives in Grello." her soft sympathetic voice soothed my burning rage.

"Why...?" I kept my eyes on our hands. I was fighting back emotions, tears. When she didn't answer I looked up to see her eyes had filled with tears.

"I don't know, I just...it just seemed right. I was drunk, I got carried away. I shouldn't have let him in."

Drunk? That was no excuse for anything. I felt a tiny stab of pain in my gut. My mind flashed back to the sight, the sounds and the smell of their sex and I felt a big twitch in my pants.

"No," I stopped her. "It's better. I understand why you did it here rather than...somewhere else."

"Because I wanted you to know. Your my best friend." The tears were pouring down her cheeks now.

I had started to cry too. How stupid I felt. 

"I'll pack my stuff today.."

She squeezed my hand tightly waiting for me to look up at her. 

"Please, please don't go!"

"How can you expect me to stay? What about me? What if...? This wasn't..." I had to stop, I was 

blubbering. I wiped my nose and eyes with a napkin.

"I'll change I promise. I'll be nice, I won't be mean. I need you. You know me, you love me. I love you." her voice melted me. I couldn't stand to hear her like this. I was soft and her gown was open. I cast my eyes over her gorgeous neckline. She was the most beautiful thing. 

"How can you if you do that? If you fuck other guys in front of me. how can you love me?"

"What if I can't help it? I need it, what if there is something in me, wrong with me, that makes me do it?" She was pleading and she was always better than me in an argument. We could argue for hours but she would never back down.

"What if it happens again?" It wasn't the question I wanted to ask but it was a valid question.

She paused for a long time. I could see she was thinking careful her next move. I admired the line the tear down her cheek had left on her soft beautiful skin.

She looked me in the eye, pleading with me to understand. "It probably will happen again."

"But you said you would change! Just then you promised to try and change. This wasn't the first time was it?"

"No," her hand squeezing mine. "my promise is not to keep it from you anymore."

"Then tell me, tell me all"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

My cock was rock hard in my pants, twitching, I was edging closer to orgasm, I could shoot any moment now. 

"Yes, tell me"



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He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back with his right hand. With his left he pushed her butt plug into her pussy to get it nice and wet. She gasped, gripping the comforter. Her pussy was soaked around the plug but she wouldn't have a choice as he pushed it up into her ass. She cried out and squirmed against him, trying to fight it, but with one more push, the thickest part was past her sphincter and embedded deep inside. He took her scarf and tied one end to one of the holes on the base of the plug, wrapped it around her waist, and tied the other end to the free hole, successfully creating a harness that would keep the plug inside her.

"I want you to cum," he growled in her ear. He sank his teeth into her neck, making her moan, push her ass up, and cry out from the shifting of the plug. He stood, dragging her by her hair onto her knees. Without warning he pushed his cock into her mouth and pushed down on her shoulders, pressing the plug into her against the mattress.

"You'll please me a bit first," he said with a grip in her hair. He fucked her mouth slowly, pushing in far enough to make her gag. She whimpered and pushed away from him.

"I didn't say you were finished," he said, grabbing her hair again and shoving his dick deep. She coughed and sputtered and submitted, sucking his length.

"Looks like my little dick eater needs practice," he said. He threw her head off his dick, knelt behind her, and shoved his cock deep in her pussy. She cried out from the double penetration and gripped the sheets, feeling his thick cock stretch her. He fucked her hard, pulling her hair tight so her neck was bent back. A hand on her back shoved her down onto his cock.

"That's it," he said. "I want to hear you scream." Every thrust slammed his waist against the butt plug, pushing it into her and intensifying the incoming orgasm. She screamed her pleasure yet clawed at the bed to get away. Two hands grabbed her hips and thrust into her so hard she fell onto her stomach with him on top. He put a hand around her throat and pulled her back up to her knees until her back was up against his chest with his cock sheathed in her pussy.

"Don't try to get away," he said with his teeth on her ear. "You love to get fucked." Her hands instinctively went to the hand on her throat, tugging on it as his pressure against her ass pushed against the plug. She whimpered and moaned as his free hand grasped her breast, massaging it roughly and pulling on the nipple.

"You're such a cute little whore," he said as he licked her neck, treating her like a piece of meat. He threw her down onto the bed then, his cock tearing out of her pussy and making her cry out. He sat between her legs so she couldn't close them and gently pressed one finger against her butt plug. She squirmed and moaned, but whimpered as she felt him stand. He left the bed and returned with a blindfold, covering her eyes. Again he left and this time he turned her onto her back and pushed something into her pussy. It was her vibrator, she realized, as he turned it on high, pushed it all the way into her cunt, and tied a scarf there to hold it in. She moaned and squirmed from it, feeling the plug push against her insides and conduct some of the vibrations to her asshole. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings until she was dragged by her hair to the edge of the bed until her head hung over the side. He pushed three fingers into her mouth to open it and shoved his cock down her throat. With a hand on her jaw and one softly on her throat he forced her to deep throat him. She winced from the feeling of her throat being stretched but moaned as the feelings from all three holes being filled increased her fire. She felt her throat being stroked by his meat and moaned around it, vibrating his cock as it felt like the vibrator in her pussy had been intensified. She locked her legs together as she screamed onto him, arching her back as she came. Her orgasm tore through her body and left through her throat as he started to cum, pumping his hot seed down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could while she was still riding her orgasm but it wasn't fast enough, a few drops of milky cum dribbling down her cheek.



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He holds my hand as I drift in and out. His gentle kisses rain down on my flustered cheeks. Sweat coats my burning skin. His strong arms pull me to him. He whispers something that in this state, I cannot hear. He rests his head in the slope of my neck. His sweat drips from his brow; it ran down the valley between my breasts. His eyes locked on the droplet of water. My have yet to focus, they flutter. My mind can't concentrate. That feeling was too intense, tremors of the aftershock rush through me. He tightens his hold on me. My thighs quiver, my apex pulsates. The wind blows through my open window, my body stiffens. My body rocked at is light laughter; he fills my heart with joy. He turned my head. Our eyes lock, it's only us in the world. No words no to be spoken to know the love we feel. It's like lightning arching between us.

So beautiful, so wild, so amazing. 

His lips grabbed mine. Our tongues fought for dominance. In the end, my exhaustion took over and he won. He eventually raised off of me and I felt abandoned; his heat leaving me quicker than expected. The passion in his eyes let me know this was far from over. He gave me that look and I knew I was about to get it. It was exciting, but I was too tired to appreciate it. He grabbed my weak thighs in his hands. He crawled down my body; kissing a path of fire everywhere his lips met my skin. Every kiss set my core ablaze. I trembled, it was going to happen. I couldn't stop it. I grasped his hair, hoping to deter him.

No such luck. Apparently, he took my anxious clutching as a challenge. He was a man who enjoyed the chase.

He bent his head down to my swollen nether lips. His tongue separated them. The feeling that came next was so strong; it stole the air from my lungs. I gripped the sheet under me; I needed something to hold me to this earth. This eruption of pleasure consumed me with every flick of his warm thick tongue. At this point any rational thought left me and I was screaming out like a woman possessed. He looked at me, our eyes were magnetized. It only increased the fire in my veins as we connected. His tongue circled my love button, my body began to quake. He locked my hips in his huge hands, keeping me from escaping his ministrations. The moans I hear came from both our mouths, I gasped for air. The pressure was too much and I exploded. The dam was broken and my juices poured out of me. He greedily lapped up my most feminine essence, like a man dying of thirst. His sounds of enjoyment set me in again and another wave of release washed through me. I couldn't handle anymore, but he refused to listen. The gentle swipes of his tongue on my extremely sensitive regions kept that climax on a constant eruption. I came too much, too hard, I was losing my mind. I tried pulling his head away, but he thought it was encouragement. Damn, his stubbornness! I couldn't seem to breathe, it seemed too complicated a concept to master. I was floating above sanity. One last time I came to his giving, and then everything faded to black. The last things he uttered were, "I love you..." 

...

The incessant ringing of her cell phone alarm alerted her to what time it was. 

"Great! Six am and no work today! I love forgetting to fix that reminder." she thought. Stretching her arms high above her head, she reached over to the nightstand to shut off the god-awful screeching. After the silence enveloped her, she realized it had happened. Again. "How could I be so stupid? Dammit!" she absentmindedly patted the cool sheets beside her. As if trying to feel a little of the warmth his body provided her during the night. To finally justify his presence actually being there...and not just her restless imagination.

"I am literally the dumbest person alive," she mumbled to herself, while getting up to head to the bathroom. "He said he wouldn't leave me anymore...why does he always do this to me?" After relieving herself, she crawled back into the cold sheets of her bed. Gently grabbing her plush pillows, she sighed. The tears spilled helplessly from her tired eyes. Rolling over, she chided herself again and again, crying profusely, demeaning herself, and asking why he doesn't actually love her the way he claims during sex. Eventually, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 



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I pull my suit jacket on, and head out the door, turning left from Charlotte's Square, where H&L Publishing is, onto George Street, heading to some boring publishing meet and greet for some big shot new author. Lawrence insisted I go, and I cant help but hate the bastard for it, every time my right foot hits the pavement. I walk up the stairs of the impressive building, doorman and all and enter. The vast bar room is full of people, clinking glasses, chatting away, sucking up to each other about how great their client is, all very mundane. The room itself smells of mahogany, leather and brandy. Everything is styled in that old world, old money chic. I make my way to the bar, ordering a double whiskey, deciding I won't move from this spot, this perfect, red leather, over priced, uncomfortable spot. Resting my elbows on the bar, my hand clutches my drink, and I breathe in its scent. Perfection. Is there a better smell than a malt... my thoughts are interrupted.

"Excuse me! ... Excuse me! God, is no one serving?" I hear this girl complaining a few spaces along from me, she is tutting her lips against her teeth, throwing her hand in the air, clutching her money, trying with attitude to get the barman's attention. He is clearly not paying attention to her, chatting up this fiery, feisty older women in a red clingy dress. The possible patron girl looks cute, obviously trying hard to fit in with her serious business women shift dress, that's hugging in all the right places, allegiant, understated, yet surprisingly carnal. I do have a soft spot for interns.

I raise my hand, in only a way I can, "barman" my assertive voice carries across the room, and as the barman comes towards me the intern is looking shocked, outraged and in awe. I lean into the barman, "I believe that young lady over there has been trying to order a drink from you. However you have rudely failed to do your job." The barman apologies, asks if I need anything else, and moves onto service the young lady. Ordering her drink, she cautiously glances towards me through her hair, she sweeps the curtain back around her ear, and smiles shyly. Once she has her drink, she makes her way over, her cheeks are blushing as she nervously chews her lip. All I can think about is how much I want to chew it for her.

"Thank you for that, I'd have been there for hours," she sounds very small, meek and shy. I'm instantly attracted. Her face lingers, hoping to get some form of signal from me.

"Not at all, anything to help a lady in need." I flash her a charming smile, with a wink. Her face blushes once more, this could be fun. "So what is a pretty little girl like you doing at such a boring event?" I ask, feeling confident she's hooked, "You do know it's just Walker Publishing, trying to show off how big their dicks are because they actually have one semi-decent client?" I scoff, taking a sip of my drink.

Her facial expression seems to change, her face remains red, but I notice her hand clenching around her drink. "Little girl? Maybe I should introduce myself, I'm Charlotte Walker, the big dick with the client." She smiles through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with poison. "Enjoy the event, try not to choke on the stench of success." She turns on her heel, walking away, her hips swaying with her rage. 

I'm at a loss. I didn't see that coming at all. "What a bitch," I think to myself, brushing her off. I lift my drink, smiling into my glass. "God, I want her." I want a lot of things in life, but to have her in my clutches, I've not wanted something that badly for a while. I love a girl with a little fight in her. I order another drink, happily sipping away, my head filling with thoughts. I spy her across the room, while I finish off my third drink, she is gorgeous, in a very classic way. Her mannerisms are cute, endearing. 

I leave the event, knowing I've over stayed my welcome. I take a taxi home, stopping outside my modest, over priced, flat in Stockbridge, you pay for the area, not the flat that's for sure. I open my black door, drop my keys and briefcase on the front table and head through to the shower, undressing as I go. I step in the shower and turn it on, the cold water thumps my back, warming up as the pressure builds. 

I stand under the shower, my thoughts consumed with the girl. I was so sure she was naturally submissive the way she stumbled over to say thank you, but she clearly has a bite on her. I'd love to beat it out of her. I find myself smiling at my thoughts. 

My thoughts take over, thinking of how much I want to see her, kneeling before me. I want to take her chin in my thumb and forefinger, tipping her head so she has to look at me while she lovingly takes my cock in her mouth. Slowly licking the underside from base to tip with the top of her tongue, moaning at the feeling of me becoming hard in her mouth. My hand rests on either side of her face, guiding myself in and out of her mouth,thrusting my chest forward at the intoxicating feeling. I Throw my head back as her primal noises fuel me, until I need to be inside her. I pull her up swiftly, "turn around" I harshly command her, she obeys, nervously turning her back towards me, the water cascading down her back, and lovingly sliding down her bum. My hand gently strokes from her left hip to her right. My hand softly caresses her backside, lifting her perfect cheek into my hand. My need takes over, and my hand strikes her, she jumps with a gasp. I roughly push her against the wall, she moans in pleasure as I quickly fill her. 

She puts her hands onto the wall to steady herself as I fuck her hard, fast. All thoughts of taking my time, prolonging the pleasure, gone. My hand lifts up from her hip moves up her curves and confidently grasps her neck, pulling her towards me, her back flush against my chest. I can't resist the urge, as I bend my head to kiss and bite her shoulder. I feel her pussy tighten around my cock...

My hand claws at the titles on the wall as I come to my orgasm, and back to reality. I stand under the shower, letting my breathing settle. I place my head under the shower, letting the water soothe me, calm me. I want her to be mine.



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My pussy just can't take any more. I can feel blood pulsing through my arteries, rushing down between my legs. The urgency of orgasm makes my mind go blank. I can no longer think. My throbbing clit is the focus of my universe.

"Uhhng... ooohh! Oh yes, yes yes YES!!" My whimperings are the only connection between my brain and the rest of the world. I'm conscious of my own voice... wishing it could be louder, scream out full force. Sometimes I think the louder I can be, the better my orgasm is.

I dip my fingers into my slit, drawing out more of my delicious juices to lubricate my clitoris. My left middle finger draws imaginary circles around my clit, occasionally sliding down to play with my engorged inner lips. I pinch some of that delectable flesh between my finger and thumb. This is one of my favorite tricks because it pulls on my clit. The feeling is indirect but so very arousing.

My right hand plays with the nipple clamps that have become some of my most beloved toys. My nipples are trapped tightly between the little plastic teeth. My body is so aroused that the clamps are close to being stuck on my tender nipples because they've swollen. 

My climb toward orgasm suddenly shoots up. Two fingers have found their way inside my body and my thumb is rubbing enticingly against my clit. I bite my lip and tear off a nipple clamp. 

Tears well in my eyes but I keep going. Thoughts of you are welling up in my mind. I can feel you kissing me roughly. 

...I'm pinned down on the bed. You're above me, pinching my left nipple feverishly. I can feel your penis rubbing against my slit, threatening to enter any moment. I push my hips against yours, eager to be filled by your promising cock.

...You break our kiss and push my head to the side. You suck on my neck furiously, nipping with your teeth as if you are almost in a rage. The combination of the harshness of your stubble and the warm wetness of your tongue are almost enough to push my over the edge.

...Just as I decide to beg you to fuck me, you push deep inside, filling me completely. You abandon my neck and begin ministrations on my nipples. Your face buries itself between my breasts, and your tongue leaves a wet trail down my skin. Your stubble cuts into the delicate skin of my breasts, but the pain turns me on all the more. ...I want to feel more of you. I dig my nails into your back, pulling your hips into mine. My body loses control, bucking and thrusting against you in the throes of orgasm.. Still lost in the fantasy, I tear the remaining clamp from my nipple. Quickly, I lift my breast towards my face and suck the aching nipple into my warm, waiting mouth. After a few moments of intense sucking, I bite down hard, sending shockwaves throughout my body. After tending to my other nipple, I abandon my breasts all together. 

With my left hand I spread my labia completely. Three fingers from my right hand fight for room in my vagina. They all emerge victorious, dripping with juices. My hips buck against the air, waiting for just one more touch to my clit, the touch that will send me out into orbit. The fingers of my right hand find their way to my clit, pressing hard and rubbing fast. The entire surface of my clit is covered; my body is trembling. Three fingers of my left hand quickly fill my empty vagina. I can feel my muscles clamping down on my fingers. Despite my desire to slow down, I pump those fingers in and out of my pussy with fervor. 

I struggle to keep my legs spread. My hips are rolling, trying to cause as much friction between my fingers and my clit as possible. I'm so lost in my orgasm that I can no longer hear my little sounds of pleasure. There isn't anything in the world but the flesh between my legs. The muscles in my right arm are tiring, but I force myself to rub harder, faster. I make tight circles around my clit until I can hardly move anymore. My pussy contracts one final time, squeezing my fingers almost to the point of pain. 

I struggle to regain my breath. My mouth is dry and my ears are ringing. Just as I'm about to fully recover, I remember a little game you like to play... the one I like to call Keep Fucking Me Even After I've Cum. I hold my labia open with my right hand and send my left hand in to attack my clit. Before I know it, my breathing is ragged and I'm in the midst of another orgasm... and another fantasy of you.



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Giggling, holding hands just so we won’t grope one another, we ran up the walk. Getting to the porch, I let go just long enough to grasp the keys and fumble with the lock. I double over with laughter as her hands close around my waist and I can feel her face buried in my hair, her laughter and perfume caressing my skin. The keys fall to the ground and we both reach for them. Still laughing, it becomes a mock tug-of-war until I sneak down and begin to nibble on her neck. She squealed, letting go of the keys. Somehow, I get the door open and then closed behind us. We collapse against the door, laughing, smiling, kissing, purring and sighing.

Our hands roaming, we relearn one another’s curves. I squeal with surprise and delight when my hands brush over and then trace her new nipple ring. She cooed again and again over my weight loss. Her lips are as sweet as ever, and tongue still as skilled. She breathed into my ear how luscious my neck still is, chiding me for staying away so long.

Sliding my hands under her shirt, she squirms with renewed giggles and I realize she is still ticklish. I slide the shirt off, over her head and then pulling her close as I remove the shirt from her arms. Our kisses change, become more fervent. Her hands crawl up my back, reaching for my bra. I pull away, stepping backward into the house. She rushes after me, trying to slide her skirt off, and finally pulling it off and throwing it at the chair. I pull my shirt off, letting it fall, nearly tripping on it. That sends us into peals of laughter, and then we shush each other, causing even more hilarity.

I kick my shoes off, one landing near the stereo, and the other on my desk chair. I hop backwards towards the bedroom, attempting to remove my socks. As I almost lose my balance, she rushes me, holding me upright and also nearly knocking me sideways. Both of us laughing uncontrollably, we fall against the hallway doorway, my back to the doorjamb and our breasts pressed tight against each other. I lower my head to the side, kissing her left breast, following her bra line. She moaned, arching against me, her hands sliding up my waist and over my bra. I slid my mouth down over the lacy frilly bra, tugging at her nipple ring with my teeth. She groaned and grabbed the waistband of my pants, pulling me away from the wall and then pushing me into my bedroom, and down onto the bed. 

Standing over me, we stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, studiously and carefully not touching one another. Her green eyes grew serious, and I knew my hazel eyes matched hers. We knew in that moment that one would never knowingly hurt the other. We knew that in our own ways, we loved each other more than any other, if for no other time and place then right now and right here. She reached down, slid my hair off my shoulders to fall down my back and kissed my forehead gently. We spent another long moment studying each other’s faces.

Breaking the reverie, I reached over and begin to unlace her boot, running my hand up and then down her leg as I pulled the leather away from her calf. I watched breathlessly as I slid the boot off. Her ankles have always been exquisite, and her calves heavenly. I pulled her sock off, giggling at the little moons and jersey cows that danced across them. She blushed and snatched the sock from me. I bring her foot up to my lips. Starting with her toes, I trace a path of light breathy kisses up to her knee, lowering her foot to the bed. I repeated the process with her other foot, treating it with as much reverence and care as the other as she played with my hair and caressed my neck. I set her other foot flat on the ground.

At this point, I was sitting on the bed, clad only in my bra, panties and pants. She is standing over me, one foot on the bed and her dark blue cotton bikini’s at eye level. I lean in, kissing her right inner thigh. I run my tongue up her thigh, relishing the taste of her skin. She tightened her hands in my hair, and gently guided my head exactly where she wanted it. Thrilled, I nudge in between her legs, kissing the soft cotton gently and then roughly, pulling at the material with my teeth. She reached down, began to take them off and I helped her slide them down over her hips and then the curve of her ass. Bare and exposed, she began to shiver just slightly. Smiling, I reached up and gently held it. Clean shaven, like my own, it was warm and wet. I caressed the outside, following the curve of her lips. I carefully slid in between them, seeking the hotter sweeter flesh deeper inside. I slid to the edge of the bed, pulling her close. My lips found her clitoris as first one finger and then the second slid inside of her. Her body convulsed, and I felt her hands tighten around my head, forcing me deeper. I sucked as hard as I dared, moving my fingers slowly and forcefully inside of her, reacquainting myself with the delicate flesh. Her taste was as intoxicating as any wine. I pulled my mouth away only long enough to see her head thrown back, face flushed.

I forced my fingers deeper, as far as they would go, and began to move them with new urgency. I wanted to get her off. I wanted to feel her orgasm in my mouth, I wanted to taste her. I leaned back in, licking furiously at her clit. Her hips began to buck and her moans grew louder. Feeling her legs tremble, fearing she would fall, I stopped. She laid down, reaching up to remove my bra. She took my breast into her mouth as I went back to fingering her. I leaned back up and turned to kiss her, pulling my breast away. I kissed her mock pout, whispering that I wanted to taste her again. 

Positioning myself between her legs, I buried my head in between her legs. My tongue traced her lips, both inside and out and then slid between them to lap at her nectar. She arched into me, moaning something about some deity. I sucked at her lips and then returned to her clitoris, alternately licking and sucking, pacing myself by her reaction. As her moans grew louder and faster, I pulled harder and faster. The moans turned into groans and her hips began to rock uncontrollably. Without warning and without changing my pace, I slid my fingers inside of her and began to finger her quickly and harshly. Sounding as if it was ripped out of her, she growled my name and her taste changed. I didn’t stop, knowing she was coming. I increased my pace as her back arched against me violently one last time, and a ragged scream/sigh escaped her lips. I continued to suck on her clit, hoping to make it last longer for her. As her body quieted and her breathing slowed, I slid my fingers out of her. I slowly licked her labia, lapping as a cat would at milk. She let out a long sigh and I pulled away, allowing her shaking to subside completely.

I rushed to the bathroom, swiped at my face with a washcloth, and rushed back to the bedroom. She lay on her back, legs turned sideways, one hand resting on her flat stomach, the other idly clutching her breast. I snuggled up next to her, burying my face in her sweaty hair. She whispered something about love, and I leaned over to kiss her. Partly to stop her words, but mostly because at that moment, she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Her short hair lay against the pillow in honey-colored waves, messy and sweaty. Her face was flushed, accentuating her green eyes and her lips were moist, trembling slightly. She rolled over, allowing me to spoon against her. She jumped slightly as the embroidery on my panties brushed against her ass. I wondered distractedly where my pants had gone and then I grinned, glad to have given pleasure such that she was so hypersensitive. I ran my nails down her side, laughing as she flinched and then giggled. I kissed her shoulder, and apologized. Pulling close, we lay together quietly.

After months apart, we ran into each other at the local karaoke bar, and it was all we could do to retain any sort of propriety as we nearly ran for the door and her car. Partly fearing what I would hear from coworkers Monday, but mostly not caring, I invited her to one of our tables while I finished my drink and kissed everyone good-bye. Grabbing my purse, I whispered a hurried explanation and apology to Misti who gave me her lovely suggestive grin and a thumbs-up sign.

I must have dozed slightly because I woke suddenly and fearfully. There was a warm body in the bed besides my own. Half a moment later, it all comes back to me and I remember why I have this luscious warmth pressed against me. I snuggled back down carefully, hoping not to disturb her. She rolled over and smiled. I apologized for waking her and she leaned in to kiss me, mostly to quiet me, I suspect. 

I accepted the silencing, content with the taste of her lips and then, after a moment, her tongue. Her hand came up to tangle into my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. My body seemed to echo her need, pressing closer, the warmth and softness of her skin both soothing and enticing me. She pulled her body away slightly without breaking the kiss and I felt her hand and then her arm between us. Her hand pressed against the already wet crotch of my panties, pushing up hard. I squirmed both away and then against the pressure, trapped between her hand on my head and her other hand against my hot pussy. Without giving me even the chance to gasp, she teased the crotch of my panties aside and quickly slid her first two fingers inside of me. Our kiss swallowed my groan of pleasure and shock as she penetrated me.  She moved her fingers, quickly and firmly, in and out of me. My body bucked against her, my moans coming harder and faster. 

I wanted, I didn’t know what I wanted. My mind was in chaos. Her kisses were stealing every breath, every sound and all I had left was the insistent sensation between my legs and the thundering in my ears. She moved her fingers even faster and her kisses became rougher. I screamed as the orgasm was ripped out of me, and she swallowed my scream, kissing me, pulling me tight against her, her arm between us, her hand finally still within me. I shuddered against her, suddenly cold. I pulled my lips away from hers and laid my head on her shoulder overcome with emotion. The world stopped spinning and I realized it was okay to breathe. My face pressed against her shoulder, I kissed her neck, her sweaty hair that tickled my nose and my eyelashes. I could feel her heart racing, an echo of my own. We were silent as we lay there, neither wanting to disturb the quiet that was only broken by our shallow breathing. Slowly, our bodies relaxed against one another, her hands never moving. Holding her close, my head on her shoulder, we slept.



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There was nothing. 

Then there was something. 

It was a burning sensation. It felt localized but also everywhere; it incorporated or called on everything to work with it, like a conductor priming musicians to play. A point in the distance grew. It met with swirling colors of red and yellow and sometimes purple, and something that could have been noise if there were ears to hear it. But as of now, if there was even such a thing as now, this point was just a point and everything else just was. 

Maybe this point was a large mountain in the distance with tall oaks criss-crossing it on the side that had the most sun and rain and large pocked rocks and snow on the other. So large, so immense that it didn't need a planet from which to form. It was itself a planet of two distinctive sides, floating silently along its gravitational path. 

Maybe, instead, this point was just that: A mathematically created fiction where two axes met on graphing paper. Infinitely small but still real, as long as a mind was there to intuit it. There was no way to know what it was because there was nothing else besides it that had a form. No reference. It was the only thing there that wasn't a force, an act, a verb. A predicate without a subject.

The red began to undulate and swirl faster around this point. The pressure – there was now or always had been pressure – pulsed in a strange way. It was like water moving through an underground aquifer, gaining pressure as it flowed. 

The reds and yellows combined and separated to some unknown pattern. Things in this odd world (or universe; there was no way to tell) were changing, growing. Something was happening. The trees on the warm side faded away; the snow became nothing or just went back to being nothing. The point contracted. 

A feeling of loss entered the world. It was then replaced by an awareness that in order for a predicate to be a subject must be. The loss must come from somewhere. This thought didn't emanate from the point; that hypothesis only existed for as long as it took to form and then be discarded. Objects are known not by themselves, rather by or through others. A rock cannot know itself. The moss on its side, the little beetle making its way across, they know the rock.  

The point expanded. Pressure increased. The reds and yellows of the world wrapped around the point, forming odd shapes that looked like petals that flared. The red, once only a dull metallic red of an old car door, darkened into that of almost something alive. The yellow, faint at first, grew stronger and brighter. Some strands of purple formed around the peripheral area, giving an edge to things in this place. It was, like the other colors, a thing that did not admit to a source. The deep bright red in an apple needs the apple; if you separate the redness from the apple, there would be no redness. Yet these colors seemed to be the source for themselves. Of what they were a reflection, when there was nothing to reflect in this place, this world? 

I am feeling this / this is me. It was a mind; the mind felt no fear with its first words. If fear did exist in this world, it only existed long enough to vanish back into nothingness. It soon became apparent that this world was almost pure energy or emotion or thought. That little, if any of it, was form or matter or what was known as the world in the mind's past life. It had a past life; of that it was certain. But something happened to it and all that was left was this... sensation of heat and color and pressure. It felt hot as well. Yes. A burning too. But not pain. It was like touching ice. That rush that suffused the nerves and jarred the brain when suddenly forced into the afternoon chill of an unusually bright December day, where everything was snow and ice. Where everything glinted like diamond. 

The colors, the pressure, all that was the world around the subject (If minds had a center) poured over the point now, and it grew. The petals flared, and the I was happy to exist again, to feel all of these sensations. It didn't know what was happening, or why, or what had become of the world before, but it knew that there was a beginning to this and knew that soon all of this would come to some sort of end. The swirling colors grew darker and pulsed as if it was separate from the rest of the world. 

The miasma felt good. The mind, the I, was awash in sensations that reminded it of the other world, the world that was somehow gone. It was like a memory of something special and exciting. But it was different. It was purified. It operated on its own accord, via laws that were from the subject but were not controlled by it. 

Sex.

An outside force. I am not alone. 

This time the fear did not annihilate itself. It was not a virtual particle. It was real. Palpable. It invaded and cooled the world as jealousy invades and cools the heart. The I did not like the new emotion, this blue thing, but the realization of an outside force caused the mind to recoil nonetheless. The world is not all me. Another directs as I do. I am not alone. The colors crashed together, the ebb and flow stopped. The heat dissipated as the blue mixed in. the pressure relaxed its coils. A darkness seeped in around the edges. 

Something happened. A sound reverberated. Soft and melodious, like a memory of a song: "let it happen." The I knew it was not from within. The other. It speaks. The voice –if it had one- was, the mind realized, like itself. It wanted the same thing. To be, to feel what the I was feeling, and that the I was only feeling and seeing and being the world because of the other. 

The red, now the soft pink of a flower, darkened. The Petals, frayed and torn, began to mend with the return of the heat. The sensation of ice and heat permeated everywhere. The blue of fear was not completely washed away, but it was soon overwhelmed by the return of everything else and also by the further awareness of what was happening. Since time was not yet conceived or recognized, this happened all at once and never finished happening at all. The act happened as things do when there is no movement of a sun or the rhythmic tempo of the heart with which to measure it.

The point grew again. The petals began to open around it in a blooming cacophony of colors and sensations that pulsed and flowed. The mind, the I, began to understand. 

"Yes" 

"Yes" the world replied.

The point opened up some more, revealing a form. Recognition. The other. The world began to dissolve. No, not dissolve. It was growing, spreading out. The bright reds and yellows, once all that was to the world, now formed a body. Two bodies. The pressure increased as the subject now understood the predicate. There was more than just it. There was everything else. The point split. There now were two. 

The I, now a he, opened his eyes groggily. 

He saw her face, silhouetted by the dawn from the window over the bed. His own nakedness was laid bare to hers. The only thing covering them was the heat generated by their dreamy tryst. He felt her breath, warm and inviting, on his lips. Her body was on his. His manhood was deep in her. He momentarily saw her not as another, but as an extension of himself. Or he an extension of her. Her pelvis rubbed against him. A grunt escaped between her lips.

He wanted to say something, to bring this into perspective. A piece of him didn't like this feeling of... he didn't know what exactly. His hands were on her hips. He tried to sit up. Wake up. Figure it out. Shake it all off. But then her nipple was in his mouth and his hands squeezed her ass and his eyes met hers and it no longer mattered. She squeezed him and he squeezed her and before his world was completely absorbed by the ebb and flow of living in a world full of people and cars and real mountains with real trees and real snow he kissed her on her lips, and came with her.

After a while, he spoke. "Wow. No one has ever waked me like that."

"You looked like you were in the middle of a dream, but I couldn't help myself," She said in return. She lazily drew circles on his chest. Her left leg rested between his. He was certain that if she moved it he would get horny all over again. 

"I wasn't dreaming" he said. He slowly looked her over. Then he lined himself up against her so that they both lay on their sides, their bodies barely touching. He drew his hand slowly down her side. He felt her body shiver a little. He knew this turned her on. It was doing the same to him.

"I think I was dead to the world." He then took his hand to the small of her back and pulled her toward him. He kissed her again.



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It was too early, and the graying sky illuminated dully through the bedroom windows. The world was quiet, probably still asleep. Nothing could be heard except for the sound of the rain gently falling. It was as if I could hear every single drop for miles echo in my ears as it splashed to the ground. I stretched and rolled over, snuggling myself against the soft warm skin occupying the space next to me. I moved my body close to hers, so every part of my naked front was touching her warm, soft skin. Reaching around, I placed my hand on her firm belly, pulling myself as close to her as I possibly could, trying desperately as if to make myself a part of her. She moaned softly in her sleep, reciprocating my affection by gently taking hold of my hand and pushing herself back into me before falling still again. 

My eyes gazed intently on her soft hair cascading over her naked shoulders and back, and her sweet scent filled my nostrils. Her aroma was intoxicating, and I drank it in like some powerful potion causing my mind to recede into some alternate reality, and my body to flow with warmth, awakening every part of me with a dull tingle as it crept through my veins. I gently nuzzled my face into her neck, softly kissing her skin, tasting her sweet skin.

My mind wandered to the world outside. Outside this house, this room, this warm bed, where it was just us. Right now, I felt as if the whole world was holding us, cradling us in its warmth, like a mother would a new baby, relishing in the gratification that she has just given the best gift that could ever be given. 

My hand continued to caress her soft skin, slowly moving upwards until my knuckles felt the heaviness of her perfect breast. I let my fingers slide slowly up the curve of her soft flesh until I felt the familiar bumpy texture of her delicate skin that surrounded her center. I let my fingertip circle her nipple with a delicate touch, barely making contact with her skin, but just enough to feel her respond to my touch. Like tiny little flowers blooming under my touch, responding with every gentle sweep of my fingertip. 

I felt her skin gently stretch as her nipple awakened under my touch. I slowly moved my finger over the hardening flesh, using more of my finger to arouse every last part of her nipple until it swelled to it's full potential. I moved my finger slightly quicker around her the center of her breast, arousing every part of her nipple and areola all at once. She responded with a deep breath, exhaling slowly from her throat. Her body stirred slightly, nestling more firmly into mine, and I knew that she did not want me to stop. I smiled to myself as her body unconsciously reacted to my touch. 

My mind quickly flashed through the events of the last few days. How much I have learned about her, how much she has taught me. How much I wanted her to learn about me. Every little part of me, and for that matter, how much I learned about me. I wanted her to know about every physical part of me. No apprehension, no shame, no inhibitions...every part of me was now hers forever. My mind, my body, and my heart to do what she pleased. How I've been touched like never before, like I'd never imagined, and how I've touched.

The rain fell harder outside. My thumb and fore-finger now steadily stroking the length of her nipple, her breathing becoming heavier, everything played together as if I was conducting some beautiful orchestra. Suddenly I felt her hand softly cover my own as she rolled slowly on to her back. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips slightly parted. Her beauty was overwhelming, and I almost felt a fleeting anger at myself in disbelief that all this time had gone by and I'd never noticed it until just so recently. It felt as though the past nineteen years of our lives was just some kind of prelude to this moment. It was as if the most beautiful, most precious thing lay before me my whole life, and I'd only just noticed this very moment. But it wasn't true, and I knew that. I had always noticed. 

My gaze became fixed on my fingers still gently teasing her nipple, now that she had turned over. She stirred once again, raising her hand above her head, opening herself up to me. Her arm found its way around my shoulders, and her touch woke my senses, and made me realize the familiar tingle in my body that was the beginning of my own excitement. 

I moved my hand to her other, now visible nipple, and began my teasing all over again, while at the same time, lowering my lips to her stimulated breast. I moved my lips gently over the hard flesh, enjoying the feeling of her nipple caressing my lips and cheeks. She moaned softly, and her hips gestured slightly, but her eyes remained closed. I slowly let her hard nipple penetrate my slightly open lips and began to caress it with my tongue until it was slick with my saliva. I slid my lips up and down its small length, occasionally circling it with my tongue, or gently squeezing it between my teeth. 

Both of her nipples were now equally aroused, and I alternated my affection between them, making sure to lovingly taste and caress each one as much as the other. Soon after, I noticed that her breathing became much heavier, and she was now articulating as she exhaled with soft low "oooh's" and "aaah's". I was quite sure she was fully awake by now, but I didn't change my ministrations. I soon felt her free hand on the back of my head, gently stroking and gripping my hair, as she pulled me closer into her with the hand that was around my shoulders. Her body moved more deliberately, almost gently rocking. I suddenly became aware of her fingers gently grabbing at my hips, working its way closer and closer to my center. As soon as I had noticed, I ached to be touched. I quickly moved my hand away from her breasts, letting my lips and tongue take up the slack, and placed it on her bare mound. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her lips were already open slightly. 

I slid my middle finger between her soft lips, and immediately felt her warm moisture already coating the inside of her pussy. My finger slid easily up and down her crease, and I was careful to stop just short of her clitoris, teasing her the way I liked to. 

It wasn't long before I felt her fingers making their way between my legs to return the favor. I opened my legs as wide as I could to make it easier for her, and for the first time since I began, I removed my mouth from her throbbing nipples to watch her body's reaction to my touch. 

She was very wet now, and her hips were gently thrusting to meet my movements. I knew she was trying to get me to touch her clitoris, but I held my position. I teased her further by letting my fingers slide into her, but quickly removing them with each stroke. 

Her fingers were now working feverishly, pumping in and out of me while the heel of her hand pressed firmly against my throbbing clit. The sensation caused my body to shake with each thrust, and I knew if she kept up that way I would cum very soon. 

When she couldn't take my teasing any longer, she quickly removed her hand from between my legs and grabbed me firmly, pulling me on top of her. I knew immediately what she wanted, and was only too happy to give it to her. I quickly threw my body on to hers. Her hands grabbed firmly around my hips. I felt her body under mine, pressing tightly against one another, as if we were one. Our breasts mashed firmly together, and the familiar tingle shot through my body as if coming straight from her body into my own. My body buzzed right down to my toes, and for the first time that morning, our eyes met. My heart nearly leapt out of my body as the feeling of love for my sweet sister overtook me. Somehow, I knew she felt the same thing at that moment.

I quickly positioned myself so I could feel her pussy on mine. It was like no other feeling I'd ever felt before. Anything we had ever done, nothing compares to this feeling. I began to move my hips steadily, grinding my aching clit into hers. She moaned loudly and returned my thrusts. We rubbed our pussies feverishly into one another's until our orgasms began to swell. The feeling of her pussy on mine was incredible. We held each other tightly, mashing our bodies against one another as if trying to melt into one another. Soon, our separate thrusts became one, and we pressed ourselves together as tightly as we could. The rubbing turned into rocking, as if we were one person. The pressure of our bodies, the heat and moisture and soft skin of our womanhood became one and sent us into a mind-splitting orgasm. 

We held each other as tight as we could as everything else around us, the room the bed, the sound of the rain now slamming into everything outside our room disappeared. 

We finally both relaxed, our bodies slowly melting as the world slowly came back to us. We held on to each other, not moving our position, enjoying the feeling of our love covering over us. The rain softly trickled on the windows, and the sky grew darker. My eyes closed slowly as I fell asleep in my sister's arms, knowing contently that we will spend the rest of our lives together, surrounded by this love and warmth.



Untitled: A Tale of Redemption



When his day at the garage had been as long and boring as this one, Kevin occasionally masturbated around closing time. He was titillated by the badness of it, but reassured by the relative safety: he was behind his desk, and should anyone walk in they would find a strong young man relaxing after a hard days work, his unzipped coverall the equivalent of a loosened tie. He wasn’t that young, though; in his late twenties but in fine shape, long hours in the garage wearing the fat from his body and broadening his shoulders, making him strong, if not young. 

He felt young though, when he did this kind of thing. It was silly, but after a day like this, man did it help.

The Congressional Committee in his mind had just commissioned his hand to venture southward on a fact-finding mission; his hand had reported back that the proposal was well received by all concerned and recommended immediate action. He had just decided to drop his zipper behind his desk and get to work when the ding-strip out front chimed, informing him a customer had arrived. He muttered a silent curse and rose, damning himself for not flipping the OPEN sign over five minutes early, as was his wont. It was almost six o’clock, closing time; he’d successfully broken the habit of closing up the garage early (as it tended to drive off the business that inevitably arrived in that period), but this is what happened when he didn’t. 

The front office was small and he traversed it quickly, peering between the blinds that flanked the door. A sexy little red car was humming outside; a Dodge Viper if he wasn’t mistaken. He sighed as he opened the office door, tingling the bell and letting in a gust of cold air. Rich customers were always the worst. Used to getting what they wanted when they wanted, the wealthier crowd tended to be impatient and condescending to Kevin, whom they mistakenly thought was just another dumb grease-monkey. But, a degree in electrical engineering notwithstanding, he was still a grease-monkey, and he stepped outside to see what this unwelcome guest wanted.

The front bumper was practically kissing the closed garage door, and as he rounded the car from behind, his short dark hair blowing in the stiff wind, the tinted window on the driver’s side lowered and an imperious, faintly British-sounding female voice issued from within. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to be even later, which will make you very unhappy.” Her voice was calm and composed, but was obviously one used to getting its way. As Kevin approached the open window, he saw that she looked like a business woman, very well put together, sunglasses (despite the cloudy, threatening day) and long, dark hair. 

Damn. It was a Sunglasses Bitch. They were the severely pretty women who drove around in nice cars and never smiled, and Kevin had a special place reserved for them in his heart, a place he imagined every man held for the women he would like to sleep with but whom would never give him the time of day. A thin streak of anger boiled up his throat but he suppressed it, long experience informing him that it never helped to get pissy with customers like this, who could turn the pissiness back on him tenfold and still expect to get exactly what they wanted.

If it hadn’t been such a dog of a day, she wouldn’t have gotten to him, and he forced himself to speak in a reasonable tone. “Ma’am, I might not even be able to help. I’m just about to close and if your problem is a serious I’ll have to –“ Of course she cut him off. Of course.

“Look, boy.” Oooh! but she had a way with words! “I don’t have the time to tell you all the ways I can make your life miserable. I can tell you that you will now open the door, I will drive in, and you will fix my car. After that, we’ll never have to speak to each other again.” She hadn’t raised her voice or moved her hands from ten and two, but Kevin felt the force of her gaze from behind the sunglasses and almost began moving to the door switch in spite of himself. 

“Look, lady,” he said acidly, trying to keep his tone cool and failing, “I clock out in five, no, four minutes. If your problem takes longer than ten—“ But she had already turned her head forward, looking at the garage door.

In the same calm, icy tone, she said, “Open the door, or I will put the car through it.” She punctuated this with a small roar from the car. “Then, you will have to not only fix my problem, but any damage incurred as well. Now GO.” 

He started, hating himself for it. Without that accent, this would be so much easier…! “If you so much as think—“

“I’m sorry, did you misunderstand me? I said GO!”

He stared in disbelief for a moment. He briefly debated telling her to shove it and just letting her drive through the garage door, which he had no doubt she would do, but it would put him in dutch with the owner of the garage, who was grooming him to take over the joint in less than a year, and besides, he was so angry he couldn’t speak, even to tell her to shove it. 

A tiny, mocking smile flickered across her mouth. “Do it. Now.” Kevin was so astounded at her temerity he couldn’t think, couldn’t even see. Then she revved the engine again, and his autopilot took over, carrying him to the panel next to the garage door, bringing his arm up, and flipping the switch.

The door rose slowly. He stood next to the switch, quivering with fury over his cowardice, impotent in his submission. How had she so neatly gotten under his skin? He’d been treated like this before, but… Was it that hint of an accent? Maybe it was her complete assurance that he was a toad, good for nothing but scurrying around to do her bidding. Yeah, that probably had something to do with it. 

Another flicker of a smile and her window rose, cutting them off. He watched her purring car enter the garage, the ding-strip chiming again for her rear tires. When the car was fully inside, the engine cut off and there was silence but for the ticking of the car as it cooled down. 

He took a deep breath to calm himself. I can get through this, he told himself. I can survive this. I don’t have to kill her. He shook his hands and shrugged his shoulders, loosening them up, took another deep breath, bracing himself against the inevitable, and walked inside. 

The garage lights were shut off in the other two bays and the grimy windows were small, letting in only meager amounts of light from the chilly, gloomy day. He walked into the pool of light cast by the overheads (not fluorescents, thank God) and approached her car, which was really a nice piece of work, he noticed, now that he was (slightly) calmer. It was last year’s model, a bright, cherry red but sleek and sharp, almost predatory in its aspect. It had a sexy little useless spoiler and the side vents were scooped and rakish, different from the clumsy vents decorating the new Mustangs, and the hood was smooth between the twin mounds of the headlights, punctuated only by a small intake about a foot from the windshield. It was also in very fine shape, was obviously washed often and had been recently waxed. 

Kevin walked around to the front of the Viper and felt himself slipping into work mode, the edge of his anger dulling under the weight of his professional interest in the car. It helped that he could barely see her in there behind all the tinted glass, but he needed to ask her what the problem was and beckoned her to come out. 

Now, Kevin was a good-looking guy, had never had any problem with the ladies other than the usual miscommunications and opposing desires, but as his new customer swung the door open and stepped out of her car he took an involuntary step back in awe. 

She was stunning. She was almost as tall as his 5’11”, and dressed like she was going to a corporate party, albeit a very late, loose one where much alcohol would be consumed and many secrets exchanged. Her suit was a deep blue, with a skirt that ended mid-thigh, dark stockings, and a very tight light blue blouse that looked like silk. Her jacket though, was cut like it was made for her body (which it probably was, he realized) and looked like it had been made with sexual power in mind: she was a voluptuous woman, curvy as hell, and the jacket clung to her waist, flaring out slightly over her generous hips and emphasizing her considerable breasts in a way that made Kevin feel a little weak in the knees. Her face, too, though marred by those damned sunglasses, was pale and clear, angular without being harsh, her sharp cheekbones complimenting a proud nose, a high, clear forehead giving way to piled masses of thick black hair. A strong gust from the gathering storm curled in through the open door and ruffled her hair and skirt, though whether it was the wind or its effects which gave him goosebumps he couldn’t tell.

She was dressed to kill, and as she looked at him looking at her, Kevin realized that she might just get away with it. She still infuriated him, of course, but coursing through the anger that still boiled in his stomach there was now a dark thread of animal lust, which only served to make him angrier still. How could this goddam woman, so fucking attractive she made it hard to breathe, be such an unholy bitch? Where did she get off throwing her amazing body around and expecting men to just crumble before her? Then, he realized, she probably did it because she could.

Kevin knew he wasn’t bad looking, but he knew when he was outclassed. Here he was in his coverall, clean, but dark gray to hide grease spots well, and his old, worn work boots, staring like an idiot at the office fuck-fantasy who’d stepped out of her car like God’s gift to men. 

The tiny smile was back. Shit. She’d seen him gawking at her, just like all the rest, and knew that her normal plan was working just fine. Well, Kevin wasn’t going to just let her walk all over him. No, she’d have to earn that right. He recovered his composure and clamped down on his anger, allowing only a thin stream into his voice. He looked her in the eyes (in the sunglasses, really) and asked, “So what seems to be the problem?”

She was leaning on the drivers side of the car with her right arm, her left hand on an out-thrust hip, a stance which seemed only to augment her already impressive curves. The smile was gone, replaced with a reserved coolness that let him know exactly how uninteresting she found him. “It takes about ten minutes to start every time, no matter how warm it is, no matter how long I’ve been driving it.” The coolness, combined with the hint of an accent, only served to make her sound more reserved, more unattainable. “I’m going to the Algonquin and I need it fixed.” She stared at him. “Now.”

The Algonquin. Of course. She’d fit right in with the other kings and queens of commerce, laughing into their shitty bourbon while countless minions took care of all the real work. Kevin shook his head inwardly but smiled slightly, trying for a mixture of kindness and coldness. “Of course,” he said. “I just need to look under your hood. If you could--” But she was already opening the door and leaning in to pull the catch. She looked good bent over. Her ass was— No. Stop.

He pulled his eyes away with an audible pop, hunted for a moment, found the catch, and raised the hood. He almost dropped it on his head when he saw the engine compartment. It was filthy, covered with smoke residue and grime from the road. Whoever cared for this car did an incredibly superficial job. Kevin secured the hood and peered inside in fascinated disgust. He heard her heels clicking on the concrete floor as she moved up to stand behind him, but not too close, he noticed. Don’t want to catch anything.

The Bitch (as he decided to call her in his head) didn’t make a sound, but he could feel her eyes on him. “Huh. You take this in to the shop ever?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, her proximity making him light-headed. He was furious with himself for letting her have this effect on him, but there was nothing to do for it but get the work over with and her out of his shop and out of his life. Though his earlier plan was seeming more attractive by the minute: an angry jerk sounded like just the ticket after this fucking headache.

Her voice drifted over his shoulder, cool and hard. “I don’t have to tell you my habits, boy, I just need you to fix it.” 

She wasn’t that much older than him, five years at the most. He straightened and turned to face her as the storm broke outside, rain coming down in a sudden burst of white noise. He stared through her shades, trying to bore through the back of her skull. Slowly, with great calm, he said, “Look. I don’t know what your problem is, but I think you’re going to need to leave. I don’t have to put up with –“ 

A huge gust of wind came blasting in through the open garage door, rocking the car on its springs, bringing rain and wet leaves in on its heels. A Snap-On rack near the door fell over with a crash, sending tools skittering back into the darkened garage. “Shit!” Kevin said, whirling to look outside. He ran past the car to the door, hunched his shoulders against the rain, and dashed outside to flip the switch. He ran back in under the closing door half-drenched by the sudden downpour. 

Water ran down his face and into his eyes as he walked back up to the open hood and the waiting Bitch. She looked vaguely amused by his disheveled state. “Now I can’t leave.” She shifted her weight, crossed one arm under her large breasts (which he couldn’t help noticing were straining against the silken shirt) and took off her sunglasses. Her eyes were stunningly blue, so dark as to be almost black, and looked out from under full dark eyebrows. Her face softened in imperceptible degrees as she smoothly said, “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. If you can fix this,” her voice hardened, “quickly, perhaps I can give you my number--?” A slight tilt of a beautiful eyebrow.

The ploy was so ridiculous that Kevin stared at her in disbelief for the second time in ten minutes. Did she think he was a complete simpleton? He stammered out a bit of a laugh and recovered, staring into those eyes. Oof. Those eyes. “Not a chance. I’m going to fix this, if I can, but after I try, you’re going to leave, and that—“ He turned and bent under the hood, trying to conceal his growing erection by pulling out a rag and wiping down the distributor cap, “—will be that.”

She was silent for a moment. Her proximity no longer weakened him, lust being buried under a calm rage. How dare she? Just who in the hell did she think she was? He heard her put her sunglasses on the work table behind her. She muttered something to herself as he pulled back the distributor cap to reveal the sparkplugs, also caked with grime. He smiled. There it was. “Excuse me?” Kevin said, straightening and turning to her.

She smiled, a bitter little thing. “Nothing. It seems merely that I was right about you.”

His hands were dirty. He stared at her. “Really.”

“I wasn’t kidding about giving you my number.” She was staring him down as if she were a foot taller than him. His anger pulsed, quickening in his veins like steel, mercury. “I would have seen you, too, after, but I was right. I knew you wouldn’t take it.” She took a step forward, smirking now. “I knew you were too small a man for me.” Her nipples were hard, pushing against the silk.

Kevin dropped the rag and slapped her, hard, leaving a dirty smudge on her left cheek. 

A sudden lull in the storm outside plunged the darkened garage into silence. They stared at each other, standing a foot apart near the open hood of the car. 

Her eyes widened a fraction as she lifted her hand to her cheek. Without a sound she struck out, swinging wide at his face. Kevin pulled back and her fingers scratched across his lips. Kevin turned quickly and, using all his strength, wrenched the hood support from under the hood. He turned back to her as the hood slammed shut, a huge sound in the quiet space. He faced her, holding the iron rod at his side. He brought it up slowly and stared at her. She looked back steadily, fury flushing her pale cheeks. Not a glimmer of fear touched her eyes, just a cold, consuming contempt. Neither said a word. She was breathing heavily, short, quick breaths, her breasts rising and falling. 

Still holding the rod above his head, Kevin took a quick step forward, staring her down. She didn’t move, but her hands twitched almost eagerly. The moment stretched out until Kevin felt he would scream, the rage and lust demanding he use them. He chose both.

He threw the rod clanging into the darkness and grabbed her arm, spinning her around him and onto the hood of the Viper. She fell backward onto it, amazement painting her elegant features, heavy breasts bouncing, one shoe coming off, and he leaned over her, trapping her pelvis under the weight of his. He grabbed her other arm and held her down on the hood, staring into her eyes. His cock was huge, straining against his coverall and pressing into her skirt right where he wanted it. 

Her eyes were wide, but unafraid. She smiled again, showing her teeth for the first time, which were white and straight, then sneered and spat in his face. He stared into those beautiful dark eyes, her saliva running down his cheek. He quickly lowered his face to her neck and nuzzled against her cool skin, wiping his cheek against it as her arms strained against his. Kevin brought her wrists together and held them both in his left hand, slamming them onto the hood above her head. He straightened and looked at her face, her cheeks, her lips, and ran his right hand down her cheek, to her neck, feeling her smooth skin slide under his rough, dirty fingers. She was fighting against him, her arms straining against his hand, her legs, both shoeless now, up off the floor, searching for a purchase to push him away.

Neither of them made a sound.

Kevin looked into her eyes as his hand slid down her neck onto the smooth skin of her chest, down over the silken blouse. It was begging to be torn, to shred under his force, and he obliged it, gathering a handful between her full breasts and pulling back with all his might. It separated easily, tearing away from her body with a soft whisper that exposed her lacy black bra, thin, with simple viney patterns that coursed over her large pale breasts. She stiffened as he dropped the tattered remnants of her shirt and ran his fingers down her sternum between her breasts. She panted. He felt enormous, hugely powerful, and the sight of her hard nipples through the thin fabric brought to life a hot, needy fire in his stomach. Still holding her struggling hands above her head, he peeled the bra away from her left breast and cupped its soft fullness in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed it next to the nipple, goosebumps racing away from his lips. She let out a tiny sound and relaxed slightly under him, her pelvis twitching upwards against his crotch. Good. 

His tongue flicked out and traced around her hard nipple, warming the gooseflesh and eliciting another small sound from between her lips. His lips surrounded her pointing nipple slowly, warm breath washing over her pale breast, and he softly bit her nipple. Her pelvis bounded up against his, grinding into his swollen cock, as her left hand came loose. He bit and sucked at her nipple as she pounded against his back with a small fist, her head thrashing from side to side as he traced his tongue over her swollen breast, leaving a thin trail of wetness on her flushed, pale skin. He was pulling the cup down off her right breast when she got her hand against his chest and shoved him violently up with surprising strength. 

They stared at each other, silent but for her quick breaths. Her breasts were soft and full, shaking gently as she breathed, and her suit coat was open, revealing her pale stomach and the remarkable sweep of her hips away from her slender waist. She was lush, full and beautiful, and another jet of flame seared inside his stomach. 




Untitled: A Tale of Redemption



Eyes locked, her hand against his chest, he lowered his free hand to her knee and gripped her stockinged leg, squeezing, harder and harder, bringing all of his force to bear until her eyes widened in pain. Still staring silently into each other’s eyes, he brushed his knuckles up the inside of her leg until he felt her stockings end and smooth thigh begin. A garter. Excellent. He stared at her as he plucked the elastic away from her skin and let go; a sharp, muffled snap in the quiet garage. Her breathing was slowing now, becoming deeper but no less urgent, and her eyes widened again as his hand moved up her thigh and against her underwear, hot and more than a little wet. He could feel the twin mounds of her lips through the lacy fabric and slowly, gently, he rubbed the back of his middle finger up between them. He bunched his knuckle and pressed it lightly against her clitoris, and only then did her eyes leave his, rolling up slightly in their sockets as her lids lowered and a long, quiet groan escaped her lips. 

He pushed hard, once, and quickly removed his hand, smiling at the vulnerability he had just unmasked. Her eyes snapped back to his, wide and angry, as she suddenly pushed her knees together and rolled sideways on the hood. Still gripping her wrist, Kevin grunted in surprise and flattened himself atop her, pressing her breasts against the hood and his crotch against her ass. Panting in anger, she struggled against him, but he wrenched her arm behind her back with his left hand and began gathering her skirt in his right. 

Realizing what she’d done, she relaxed, defeated, taking the tension out of her arm and sliding down the hood slightly until her toes touched the concrete floor. Kevin heard her breasts squeak against the waxed smoothness of the cherry car and smiled with pleasure. Her big, beautiful round ass came into view as he pulled her skirt up, the thick fabric dampening with the sweat from his hands. Her underwear was sheer and black, and most of it had ended up in her ass, giving her an inadvertent thong. Kevin’s smile grew wider. He grabbed her other hand from the hood and trapped it with its partner against the small of her back, holding tight her loose, unprotesting wrists. He crouched slowly, running the fat bulge in his coverall down her smooth thighs, then pulled her underwear out of her ass and down her legs, leaving it puddled around her ankles. The crotch was soaked through. 

He slowly lowered the zipper on his coverall, exposing his white undershirt, the zipper’s rasp very distinct in the quiet room. He bit the back of her thigh and she let out a little moan of frustration and desire and Kevin commenced licking and biting his way up the back of her thigh until he could smell her pungent sex. He grabbed her right cheek in his hand and squeezed, hard, biting her left and licking his way inward toward her tiny asshole. She moaned again, and as his tongue sank toward her asshole she bucked back to meet him, grinding it against his wet, flickering tongue. She tasted clean, but deep, earthy, and he swirled his tongue around her in time with the grinding of her hips. She was making no effort to be silent now, and little panting gasps of pleasure emanated from above him as she tossed her head and flexed her strong, thick thighs.

He spread her ass wide and plunged his tongue into her, causing her to yelp and buck against him harder, driving his tongue in further. He pulled it out and plunged it between her damp pussy lips, finding her hot and wet. Her hands had long since ceased to struggle and he took his hand away, using it to spread her thighs. Her pussy was dark and tasted like sweat, blood, and honey, and he quickly found her swollen clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. She was holding herself up off the hood now, standing on tiptoes and grinding her ass against his face as he licked and plunged. He thrust his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, then quickly pulled it out and stood up, pushing her down onto her elbows over the hood of the car as the storm raged outside, reaching down and liberating his now enormous, demanding cock from his coverall. 

Kevin paused, breathing hard, his hand pressing into her back, between her shoulder blades, and quickly pulled her suit coat down over her shoulders. She obligingly straightened and let her arms fall to her sides, allowing him to pull the coat off. She still had the back of her blouse clinging to her damp skin. He tossed the coat behind him and grabbed the remnants of the shirt, tearing it off in a smooth motion, then undid the clasp of her bra and slid it off as well, dropping it to the floor.

She turned her head slightly, offering him her profile, her lips parted and wet, strong nose flaring with her quick breaths, eyes closed, long lashes brushing her cheeks. She was waiting, patient and ready.

He traced his finger down her back, pale skin giving slightly under his pressure, tracing down between her muscular shoulder blades and down the indentation of her spine, coming to rest on the small of her back, resting his palm against her cool skin. He could see her breasts swelling out from either side, rising and falling in time with her breathing. Kevin took his hand from her back and began taking off the sleeves of his coverall. She heard the noise of fabric on skin and opened her eyes, looking over her shoulder as the top half of the coverall fell down his back. He stared at her face as he slowly removed his shirt, pulling it over his slender chest and his wide, muscular shoulders, dropping to the floor. Her eyes roamed over his chest and stomach, his dark hair, his pale eyes, and as he put his arms back into the sleeves of his coverall and shrugged it back around his shoulders her eyes fastened onto his cock, long and hard, pulsing steadily and pointing directly at her cunt. Fully unzipped, minus his shirt, Kevin was smooth and hard, showing a long V of flesh that terminated in his demanding cock. 

He reached forward and stroked her hair. Her eyes closed. He put his hand between her shoulder blades and shoved her back down onto the hood, forcing a gasp out of her mouth. Her breasts pressed out under her weight, taut orbs of flesh forced against the hood of the car. Her ass quivered in anticipation and, still holding her down, he guided his cock between her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her cool skin. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy and raised his cock to rest between her lips, filling the space between them with the length of his cock. She gasped. He moved back and forth, rubbing his head against her clit, his shaft between her lips, his cock suddenly soaked with her juices. She pushed back against him and he could feel her swollen clit slide over his head, again and again.

She was speeding up, her movements becoming looser but more frenzied with every thrust, and he could tell she was close. He took a quick inventory of the situation and decided to allow it, pushing her legs together and sliding against her pussy with increasing strength. She was moaning, a long, low sound that excited him, but he could feel himself coming close to orgasm as well and suddenly stopped moving completely, pressing her down into the hood, trapping her under his hands. She let out a frustrated squeal of indignation and he grinned, held the stillness for a moment longer and then pumped away furiously, the shaft of his cock sliding between her pussy lips, his head brushing her clit with every thrust. 

She came suddenly, a furious climax that froze her muscles and stopped her breath as a wash of warm fluid covered his cock and trickled down her thighs. She shivered violently and expelled a desperate, small breath, quickly inhaled, and let out a long, quavering moan of pleasure. Her head was turned to the right and Kevin could see her breath fogging out over the hood of her car, her breasts flattened under her body and pushing out on either side.

He stepped back from her then, taking in her stockinged thighs, her big, round ass, skirt bunched up at her hips, arms folded at her sides, quick quivering breaths expanding her rib cage, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and the hood of the car, her eyes tightly shut against the spasms that still swept through her body. His cock was covered with her juices. 

Stepping forward again, Kevin pressed his legs into hers and guided his cock up between her thighs, finding her dark pussy by touch. He eased his head between her lips again and pulled back slightly, finding her opening easily. Pausing at the entrance, Kevin reached forward and stroked her hair, then pulled her up onto her elbows again, her heavy breasts swaying gently under her. She turned over her shoulder and opened her eyes to look at him but he gripped her chin and faced her forward, then began slowly pushing the head of his cock into her. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Her pussy was tight and wet, and her sheer heat made his stomach tighten with desire and recognition. He trailed his hands down her back again until they came to rest on her ass and he spread her cheeks apart slightly, watching as his glistening cock slid, millimeter by millimeter, into her waiting cunt. 

As he penetrated into her, her back arched as she pushed up from her elbows, her shoulders rising into the air as her arms straightened. She leaned back into him just as slowly as he was entering her, and they became one above the hood of the car, the storm outside lashing rain against the windows, the cool air of the dark garage carrying the soft sounds of their pleasure to the walls, where they merged with the beat of the storm.

She was just as deep as he was long, and as he sank deeper into her his flat stomach pressed against her firm, round ass, pushing it out sideways until he could sink no further. They paused, both frozen with pleasure, the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his throbbing cock sweeping through their bodies and coursing back to the source, waves of pleasure making them quiver. They both moaned as they began moving together, Kevin’s wet cock sliding in and out of her, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her in time with his thrusts and her rocking. Sweat sprang out on Kevin’s chest, the cool garage offering no protection against the heat they generated, and she began to moan as he sank into her again and again. 

She began rocking farther forward as he pulled away from her, drawing his cock further and further out, until his head almost left her with every thrust. They held that rhythm for a moment, savoring the feel of his engorged head parting her wet lips and then sinking deep within her, only to draw back out and do it again. They rocked together, little gasps escaping their lips, and Kevin looked down and watched himself slide into her again and again, his enormous cock glistening in the light.

Their pace began to quicken and her back arched even further. Kevin’s hands found her large, swaying breasts and began to knead them, gripping the soft flesh and pinching her nipples, drawing moans from between her damp lips. She was pushing back harder against him on every thrust now, and his sweat-dampened stomach slapped ever more rapidly against her ass. They were plunging together now, soft cries coming from two mouths as his head touched her cervix again and again, making her head sag with pleasure. 

She was sweating now, too, gasping and moaning, and as her pussy began to tighten around him, Kevin felt himself swelling, his groin becoming the absolute center of the universe, and suddenly there was only a pool of light, a red car, and two sweating, rocking bodies; then just two bodies sliding together, sweat running down her breasts and over his hands, hard nipples giving under the pressure of his fingers, his hand running down her stomach toward her pussy, his cock slamming into her again and again, her mouth open, her ass leaping back to meet his stomach, heavy breasts swinging violently forward and back, his fingers finding her clit, pinching, rubbing, groans and shrieks of pleasure, her deep pussy welcoming him, enveloping him, devouring him, over and over. And then, for a split second, they merged, and one body loved itself.

A shattering orgasm blew Kevin into little pieces, waves of pleasure smashing through his body, weakening his knees as he ejaculated deep within her. Her head snapped back and she shrieked as her muscles froze again, a consuming explosion radiating from her core throughout her entire body, falling off in tiny increments, leaving her muscles shaking. They sagged forward together and lay on the hood of the car, Kevin atop her, still inside of her, heat rolling off them in waves, fogging the surface of the car and steaming off their bodies in the cool air, little racking shivers racing through them and eliciting shudders and small gasps.

They panted together, cooling down. She was incredibly warm, and felt wonderfully soft and appropriate under him, and Kevin lay over her, happy and stunned, catching his breath, the sweat cooling on his body. He pushed himself up on his elbow and smelled her hair before he could catch himself. He smiled slightly as she shuddered one last time and shifted under him, opening her eyes and staring out into the darkened shop with the same amazement he knew was on his face as well. 

She let out a tiny laugh and glanced at him over her shoulder, a small, genuine smile playing across her lips. Her eyes fell shut again and she breathed, “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.” He smiled too, a slight embarrassment creeping up within him. He pushed it away and relaxed against her back. They breathed softly together for a moment, their skin beginning to prickle with goosebumps in the cool air. The storm outside hadn’t let up for a second, and the rain slashed against the windows, wet leaves sticking briefly against the glass before being torn away.

He was preparing to pull his softening cock out of her soaking pussy when he realized something. He lowered his head to her back, resting his cheek on her damp skin. “What’s your name?”

She laughed again. “Veronica. You?”

“Kevin.”

“Well, Kevin,” she grunted as she shifted under him, turning her head to look into his eyes, “Do you think you can fix my problem?”

He looked back at her, smiling wider now. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He pulled out then and stood up, a gush of fluid following his shrunken cock out of her pussy and down the hood to the grille, where its path became quite complicated as it traced the intricate mesh. He fumbled his wet cock back into his coverall and searched around for a rag.

“Leave it,” Veronica said, pulling on her underwear and smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, “The rain will clean it nicely, I think.” She retrieved her coat, smiling ruefully as she pulled it on over her naked breasts. It covered them hardly at all, for which Kevin was thankful. He pulled his zipper up to his stomach and found the rag, walking to the car as she assembled her torn shirt, threw her bra over her shoulder, and pulled on her shoes. He lifted the hood and turned to her. 

“When you start your car, it doesn’t even turn over, does it?”

She looked at him. “No. It buzzes for a time, then starts, then dies.”

He beckoned her closer. “Here’s your problem, then. Your spark plugs are so covered in crap that the sparks can’t get to the engine.” He wiped them down carefully with the rag. “Car problem solved.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “The other problem might take a while.”

She gazed steadily at him, then crossed to the car door, opened it, and slid in. A moment passed and then the Viper roared to life with nary a click, tick, or fumble. Her window lowered and he crossed to it, staring down into the car at her pale breasts. She looked forward, thinking for a moment, and said, “I don’t suppose I’ll have to threaten your garage door again in order for you to open it, will I?”

“Probably not.”

“Well?” Now her eyebrow was cocked at him.

He crossed to the hanging switch he’d stupidly forgotten in his panic to get the door closed and flicked it, walking back to her window as the door rumbled upward, finally allowing in the heavy rain. She shifted into reverse and paused, looking up at him, her fine features unreadable. “Kevin.”

“Yeah?”

“I will return at some point in the near future, and you will repair the damage you have wrought upon my car at no charge.” Her eyes flickered down his chest to his stomach, resting briefly on his crotch before returning to his eyes. A tiny smile. “The other problem, however, might require more visits than that.”

He grinned impulsively. “No charge, huh? Well, we’ll see about that, but—“ But she was already backing swiftly out of the garage, turning out into the street. He crossed to the open door and stood on the edge of the rain, his legs quickly dampening in the downpour. The Viper seemed to pause for a moment, then growled off down the street, accelerating into the rainy night, tail-lights disappearing behind sheets of driving rain. 

Kevin stood at the open door for some time after she left. The legs of his coverall were completely soaked when he finally turned back to the empty garage. He flicked the switch for the door, looked around the floor, smiled, and walked over and recovered the iron rod that had propped up her hood. As he held it he realized that the smell of them still hung in the air. “Wow,” he whispered, and turned off the lights.