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Rekindled

By: jjjakoo7



Kim couldn't believe the day had come. Alex would be home anytime so she hurriedly packed her suitcase. Getting him away from work for a week was almost impossible but the trip to the remote mountain lodge was on. During the summer the rates were affordable and it wouldn't be crowded. The mood would be set for refueling the passion in their 12 year old marriage. Alex had complained that she had lost her sexiness and was too busy being a Mom. Not this week, she thought, as the 35 year old housewife packed the new clothes in her bag. "I have a few surprises in here for him."

Kim, in only her panties, stared into the mirror. She moved her hand though her full bodied shoulder length brunette hair. Her big brown eyes looked up and down her body that was still very nice. She was only about 7 pounds heavier than on her wedding day. Her C cup breasts sagged just slightly but her large areola and nipples still had a perky look. She took a sheer blouse she was packing and held it to her chest. Her thoughts went to the day at the store where she had tried on her new clothes for the trip. She recalled how the men there watched her as she examined herself in front of the mirror wearing sexy outfits and lingerie. Many of them were sheer and very revealing. She slipped the blouse on and looked in her bedroom mirror. Her areola and nipples were clearly visible through the white material. A tingle ran through her body as she thought about the shopping trip. "The guys downtown liked it, didn't they? They liked what they saw. So will Alex."

Kim's thoughts moved to the early days of her marriage when their passion was great. She moved her hands down, brushing across her breasts then her hips. Memories from before Alex came into her life interrupted her thoughts, dark memories. The times with boy in the pick-up truck and his teammates that he told about her eagerness in reaction to alcohol. She recalled how they convinced him to bring her to a motel room for what she thought was a party, only to run him off after a few rounds of drinking games. The guy's conversation turned to dirty jokes and sex. They talked about her body, complimenting her big titties. It seemed all in good fun and Kim took no offense even with the groping that occurred when she tried to move about. It felt good to have all their attention. 

She remembered staggering a bit coming out of the bathroom. One of the beds had been cleared. She was helped to it by a couple of guys. Kim asked about a ride home. One of the guys told her not to worry about her boyfriend or a ride home. He whispered to her that all the guys there had been talking about how pretty she is and what a great body she has. Kim felt warm as his hands ran up her and down her thigh. He unbuttoned and began to ease her shorts down as the others looked on in anticipation. "In fact," he said, "we've all wanted, you know, to get some from you for a long time." Kim felt a tingle run though her belly. "Really, a long time?" Kim lifted her hips as he pulled her panties down.

Things became to get much louder. Kim vaguely remembered the rest of the evening. There was the sound of wet skin smacking together and guys on top of her breathing hard and grunting. Kim felt the same heat come over her body but then heard her husband drive in. She hurriedly closed her suitcase and put on the outfit she had picked out for the trip.

Alex entered the house and found her wearing a tight low cut red blouse, short black skirt and high heels. "Wow honey! You look great. What's the occasion?"

Kim's shoulders slumped and a look of disappointment came over her face. "The trip Alex.” The trip to the lodge, remember? We are supposed to leave today."

Alex looking a little confused said "Oh yeah. I knew that. Let me make a couple of calls and I'll pack."

Kim approached Alex and gave him a little peck on the cheek. "You are already packed, sweetheart."

The couple left on the 5 hour trip to the remote lodge. Kim took a Dramamine to keep her from getting car sick. Shortly into the trip Kim put her seat back and fell asleep. Alex, bored with driving and seeing his wife dressed provocatively for the first time in years, became aroused. He reached over and undid the top button of her tight blouse causing it to spring off her chest exposing a white push up bra. He reached in and cupped one breast then the other. When he moved his hand away he noticed her nipples spilling out of the cups of the bra. He ran his hand up her leg until he had exposed her white lace panties with a dark triangle of fur, just visible beneath. Kim aroused briefly as he rubbed her crotch and breasts. She gave him a sexy smile and closed her eyes. A short time later she sat up a little, yawned and said she felt a little nauseated. A second Dramamine put her in a deep sleep. Even with Alex's fondling she didn't move.

Alex felt a rumbling in his stomach. He looked at the gas gauge and decided to make a stop for gas and to use the bathroom. This was the last leg of the trip and it was some time before the small service station appeared. By now his stomach was churning and he needed to get to the bathroom fast. He pulled in and quickly exited the car to the side of the building. Just after sitting down he heard a knock.

"Ah mister you folks need some gas?"

Alex responded "Yeah, just fill it up. I'll be out in a few minutes. Hey wait." He thought about his wife in the car. No, she'll surely wake up. “My wife. I think she's asleep. Never mind, just fill it."

Kim lied in the passenger seat her blouse open at the top with her big pink nipples more than half exposed over the top of her bra. The gas attendant stood at the driver’s window gazing in on her. He set the pump and moved to the front right windshield to where he could see not only her breasts but up her skirt at the lace panties her husband had so graciously put on display earlier by spreading her legs. He looked back at the bathroom. Alex was no where to be seen as he was suffering through another bad belly cramp. He took a flashlight out but dropped in on the hood of the car. He startled with the noise but Kim moved just slightly. He shined his light in on Kim then quietly opened the door for a better look.

"Lady, you awake?" He touched her shoulder and gave it a little shake. Kim just sighed. He shook a little more this time watching her breasts giggle back and forth. A short time later the gas nozzle kicked to off. The attendant eventually shut her door and waited on Alex. Alex returned and thanked him for the use of his facilities. The attendant just smiled and said “No thank you for coming by." 

Kim began to wake up as they drove the dirt road near the lodge. She yawned and stretched and took Alex's arm in hers. "You are a naughty boy."

"What?" Alex said.

"You know." she rubbed her finger down his cheek then reached down to her ankles and pulled her panties up. 

Alex paying attention to the dark road said "Whatever. There's the lodge honey."

The lodge looked more run down than the travel agent had described. There were about 12 vehicles in the parking lot, mostly pick-ups. They entered a large room with tables and a couple of couches. The walls were wood and decorated with antlers. There was an elderly couple having an early dinner and at another table just under the steps, a group of 5 men playing cards. All heads turned to Kim as they entered. There were lusty stares at Kim from everyone except the elderly lady who gave a quick look of disapproval and returned to eating. 

The silence in the room was broken by a high pitched voice from the counter just to the left of the entrance.

"Welcome to the Lake Lodge. I'm Kenny. You must be the Ellison’s."

"Yes, thank you" Alex responded. Kenny's eyes jumped back from Kim's blouse to Alex.

Just then an older man came to the counter. "Hi folks. I'm Bob Stephens, the proprietor here. I see you have met my nephew Kenny. We hope you enjoy you stay here on the lake. Your room is ready, 211. Kenny will show you up."

"No, no, she...they need 210. I have to ah, ah, fix the faucets in 211. 210 is ready." Kenny responded nervously.

"Faucets again? Well I guess it's 210 folks. Nobody tells me anything around here. Good thing I got Kenny here for the summer. We'll be serving supper for another hour or so. We'll see you all then."

Alex and Kim headed up the stairs followed by Kenny with the luggage. Kim noticed the men playing cards were watching her climb the stairs. She thought back again to the shopping trip and how she felt when the guys watched her. Her pace slowed and there was a little extra wiggle in her walk. 

In the room Alex said "let's go back down and eat."

Kim wanted to freshen up and change clothes. Alex looking at Kim in the bathroom noticed she was looking down at her tits and into her bra. "What the hell are you doing in there?"

"There's something on me, my breasts, some kind of black smudge. It's in my bra too. I'll bet it won’t come out." Kim went to the toilet. 

"It’s on the toilet paper too."

"Shit honey, you probably just something on your hands."

"No I mean it's on me, down there! Some kind of oily stuff. Maybe its from the car when you were having your fun in my shirt or when you pulled my panties down."

"What the hell are you talking about? This trip is making you crazy."

"Oh come on Alex. It's OK. It felt good, you naughty... Oh shit! What's that? There's sticky stuff all in my hair. I'm going to take a shower."

"But I didn't...."

"I cant hear you, the water..."

"Never mind."

Alex knocked on the shower door. “Honey I am going to walk downstairs. Come on down when you are ready.” As he left Alex saw Kenny coming from the laundry room next to their suite. 

“Hi Mr. Ellison. Where is your wife?” 

“What?”

“I mean, will she be joining you for dinner? I was just coming to see if I could help with the laundry or anything. My aunt has some really good stain remover.”

“Who said anything about a stain?”

“Oh,well, I thought, I mean, I guess nobody.”

“Well how did you know my wife had a stain then?”

”Ah, I didn’t really. I mean I was just in the laundry doing laundry that’s all. When you signed in I saw it on her brazier. I mean, I wasn’t trying to look at them or anything.”

“I see.” Alex felt an unusual pleasure in something here. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was this fellow getting a peep at his wife or maybe it was that the young guy was cowering to him. “Hum, you know I didn’t see it. Is it her white bra or that low cut push up one she likes so much?”

“Sir, I don’t…”

“Well which was it? You saw it right? Were her titties covered up or hanging out he top?”

“Well Sir I guess they were hanging out the top. I mean they were just right there. I wasn’t trying to look at them. I don’t want to get in any trouble with my uncle.”

“It’s OK son. Don’t worry about it. I mean, if a lady goes around with her tits hanging out you got to expect guys are going to look, right? I mean unless they aren’t attractive.”

“No no sir. She’s got real nice big ones just like I like. I didn’t mean it that way.

“Well I meant “attractive” in a more general sense.”

“I’m sorry sir. Please don’t tell my uncle.”

“Tell him what?”

“You know that I was looking at your wife’s boobs.”

“Well let’s just say you take good care of us here and maybe he will not find out.”

“Yes Sir, but I hope you will pardon me. I have some work to do.”

“No problem, Kenny, is it? Kim will be down to join me after her shower. See to it we get a good meal.”

Kenny waited on Alex to go down stairs then went to the laundry room. “Fucking asshole! Yeah I saw her big tits. I especially liked it when she was strutting around the bathroom in her matching bra and panties. And I am going to see them some more, moron. Right now. You better not have fucked up my timing, jerk off.” Kenny removed the plug from the wall between the laundry and the Ellison’s suite. Steam was coming up from the shower. Just then the water cut off and out stepped Kim wrapping her self in a towel.

“Shit! What’s she doing? Nobody’s there. Why is she covering up? It was as if Kim heard him. She took the towel from her torso. “Ah fuck, look at the tits on that bitch. Yes, and a nice ass too.” Kim’s arms were above her head wrapping her hair with the towel. Her C cup breast with the large nipples gently giggled as she did it. Kenny took the liberty to unzip his trousers work the engorged hard on that he had gotten. He watched as Kim moved to sit on the side of the tub almost facing him. “What the fuck is she doing? She is going to take a bath too? Kim turned in the water and grabbed her razor. He watched a she slowly stroked her legs with the blade. She was thinking about her plans for love making with her husband and looked to be in a daze.

Kim turned toward the wall and directly into Kenny’s gaze and spread her legs to shave her bikini line. Her mound was already fairly well trimmed. A triangle of brown hair did little to hide her modesty. Kenny was being treated to a pose not unlike some of the magazines he had found in one of the rooms. Kim was no model, but she certainly had all the goods to be one. Her beaver shot was too much stimulation and Kenny exploded cum all over the laundry room. He fell against the wall which startled Kim. She cautiously approached the wall and listened, only to hear him scamper away. Kim finished her shave and dressed then went down to meet Alex.

To her surprise it looked as though Alex had made new friends. He was sitting next to a couple of men whom he introduced to Kim as John and Lefty. It was clear to Kim that Alex had a few drinks in him and the men confessed to buying a few rounds of shooters. “He drinks pretty good for a city boy” Lefty said laughingly. It brought a chuckle from John as well. Kim just smiled with disapproval.

“You best get on over there and have some dinner, Alex.” John said as he and Lefty’s eyes scanned Kim’s body. She was braless under a tight sweater that ended at her midriff. The tight hip hugger jeans accentuated her waist and curvy hips. “It looks like you got your work cut out for you.” Both men snickered and Alex seemed a little embarrassed. Kim gave each of them a stern look only to find them staring at her breasts. Lefty’s eyes didn’t move as he said. “Real nice to see you maim.” Alex led Kim away. As she turned, Kim’s looked over her shoulder at the men as their eyes fell to her ass. Lefty grabbed his crotch and leaned onto John. Kim heard “Um um um” as she turned back to follow Alex. She thought they were disgusting but at the same time appreciated the attention.

At the table Alex was visibly drunk. Over his shoulder Kim could see the two men at the bar watching them. “Wow, that outfit is hot.” Alex said reaching across at her breast. Kim leaned back. “Not here Alex, please.”

“What the hell’s getting into to you honey?” He said rather loudly with a slur.

“Shh, everyone can hear you.”

Kim looked up and Lefty grabbed his crotch again and said to John “This I hope.” Alex missed it completely.

About this time Kenny arrived at the table. Alex said “Oh hey, Kim, you remember Kenny. We got an agreement. He is going to take good care of us while we are here, right boy?”

Kenny looked at Kim then back to Alex with a bit of a snarl and said “Yeah, that’s right Mr. Ellison.

Alex added “And it’s not going to cost anything extra. In fact I owe it all to you honey.”

“What? What do you mean Alex? And stop being so loud.”

“Nothing honey. So what’s on the menu boy?”

“Venison and duck.” Kenny replied quickly with a bit of a pissed off tone.

“No good old fashioned steak for your VIPs here?” Alex replied. Kim rolled her eyes. Kenny, annoyed at Alex, starred down at Kim’s breasts then to her crotch.

‘Well sir, no beef but a little while ago I saw a fine looking beaver from upstairs. Maybe you want some of it. I know I do.”

“What? Beaver? You guys eat beavers up here? That’s a joke right? OK, you got me.” Alex said.”

“That is a joke, isn’t it Kenny?” Kim added.

“Ah, yes maim but I did see a nice one. Out in the wide open.” Kim crossed her legs tightly. “They are building a dam at the lake.”

Kim and Alex decided on the duck and the tension calmed a bit particularly when John and Lefty returned to their rooms. When the couple returned to their suite Alex grabbed Kim and began kissing her passionately, first on the lips then down her neck. Kim extended her head back as a warm rush came over her. Alex had not been this passionate in years. A smile came to her face as her thought how her plan to rekindle their fire was right on track. Alex moved his hands down to caress her breasts through the sweater. He cupped them from the bottom the gently squeezed them. His thumbs moved to gently rub her nipples in a circular fashion. Kim gave a deep sigh. She felt dampness coming between her legs. Alex laid her back on the bed and began to undo her jeans. Just then a knock came from the door. “What?” Alex said loudly.

“It’s Kenny sir, will you all be needing anything else?”

“No, just beat it, will you?”

“Kim looked up at Alex. “You should be nicer to him. I think you embarrassed him at dinner.”

“OK, now where were we?”

“Wait, I have a surprise for you. Let me go put it on,” said Kim.

Alex rolled over on his back and Kim went to the bathroom. She donned a sheer beige babydoll with matching panties. Kim took a moment to fix her hair and look at herself in the mirror, no doubt under the watchful eye of the laundry room peeper. When she returned to the bedroom Alex was sound asleep. Kim dropped her arms in frustration and sat down hard on the side of the bed. She leaned over and ran her fingers through her husband’s hair and smiled. She thought to herself, “That’s OK. Things are going real well. I’ll start fresh tomorrow.”

The following morning Kim woke to find Alex sitting on the side of the bed drinking a large glass of water.

“Oh honey I slept wonderfully.” Kim pulled the sheets off of her revealing the sheer babydoll outfit. “What shall we do this morning?” she added in a sexy voice moving toward Alex.

Alex reached over and kissed Kim on the forehead. “Not right now honey. I got a major hangover. Give me a little recovery time and I’ll be more than ready.”

Kim went to the bathroom and returned to the bed. “What did you mean last night?”

“When?”

“When you said “You said you owe Kenny’s hospitality to me.”

“Well I don’t know. It’s a little bit embarrassing.”

“Oh come on.”

“Well, ah, he got a good look down your blouse yesterday at check in.”

Kim’s face turned red and she sat up straight. “What? How do you know that?”

“It’s a long story, but the bottom line is he told me.”

“What? You talked about that? I hope you gave that peeper what he deserved.”

“Not exactly. I know this sounds weird, but it kind of excited me.”

“Excited you?”

“Well, in a strange way, yes. I mean I don’t think less of you or anything but I kind of liked it. It was like having something someone else wants, you know like a kid who has the fasted bike or something.”

“Oh great, so I’m like a bike to you?”

“No, no, no honey. You are wonderful and beautiful. I love you very much. I think it made me appreciate you more.”

Kim smiled and put her head on his shoulder. “Even more than your fastest bike?”

“Lots more. Honey do we have any Aspirin?”

Kim hopped up and brought him the Aspirin bottle. “Well, I am not going to sit her and watch you drag around. It’s almost eleven.” Kim walked to the french doors and out on the balcony. “Alex, it is a beautiful day.” A brisk warm breeze from the lake blew though her hair and caused the light material of her babydoll to dance about. The bright sun reflecting off the water forced her to squint and shade her eyes with her hand. Walking up from the lake and carrying their fishing gear were Lefty and John.


Rekindled



It had been so long since she had felt wanted—so long since she had really wanted someone else, but now she couldn't even begin to hold back the feelings she was having. Her only regret was that these feelings were for someone in the past—so far in the past that she felt there was no turning back:

Everything had started three years before, her freshman year in college. She had met the most wonderful man, Paul. Originally she saw him only as a friend, but that lasted little more than a few hours upon their first actual meeting. He took her, as friends, to a show at a little club nearby. He explained to her that he didn't date people younger than him, only those who were older than him—he was five years her senior. They were dancing at the show that night when Paul tugged on her hair. He was the first person to ever do this and she couldn't have described the pleasure if she had tried. She was immediately hooked on his dominant nature. When they got back to her room, everything he had said about being just friends went out the window when he kissed her, and then kept kissing her. 

Upon leaving the dorm she asked him, "I thought you weren't interested in girls younger than you?" 

His answer was, "I wasn't," and he smiled. 

From that point on began their friends with benefits situation. At first she found this to be very fulfilling. She hadn't had many sexual encounters before Paul, but he was by far the best. From the first night he had kissed her, something had been different. His way of kissing was unique and that alone was enough to turn her on without him touching her at all. She loved the hair pulling and ass smacking sex. He was gentle enough that she was never concerned and always felt at ease with Paul, but just rough enough that she was going nuts when she wasn't having sex with him.

But as is the case with many young women and their friends with benefits, she started to have feelings for Paul, something that Paul had told her from the very beginning was not possible. For a while after she told him she had feelings for him they didn't talk, but just a short while. She wanted the sex, but more so wanted to be around him, so she said she was okay with just being friends with benefits. Deep down it was killing her. Eventually it became too much for her and an argument ensued. From that point on, they didn't talk for over a year, until she emailed him.

She had never emailed him directly before, their only communication was by AIM, but when she logged into her forgotten LiveJournal, she saw he had a new email address posted. She hadn't signed on to the LJ since she stopped talking to him and she was torn. In the time they hadn't been talking, she had many sexual encounters. She had become more willing to try friends with benefits, but deep down, she always wanted that extra connection. After seeing his email address, she felt like she had to contact him, but wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, or even if it was an okay thing to do. Things had ended on bad terms between them, but she wondered how he was and if he was even still living in the same town. So she sent an email, short and sweet. She told him that she didn't want to cause any problems, but that she just wanted to check in and say hello. She figured he wouldn't respond, but she wanted him too badly. At least this way he would know she was still thinking about him.

The next day she had an email from him. Surprisingly, very surprisingly, he said he had been thinking about her as well. Apparently he and a friend recently had a conversation about sex and sex partners during which Paul made a mental list of the good and the bad. 

"Don't worry, you were on the good," he assured her. 

She was upset for a bit that he had talked to someone else about having sex with her, but then she realized how many people she had talked to about how amazing he was in bed. They started gradually chatting, it was worth trying to at least be friends. During this point he told her that he had grown up a bit, realized that he eventually wanted to settle down. Could this possibly be the same Paul? After a few weeks she invited him over for brunch to which he accepted; he never came. Yep, same Paul. 

The next week she met a guy, a guy who seemed wonderful at first. She dated this guy for over a year. During that time she continued to talk to Paul and was always tempted by him, but she never went any further than talking to him as a friend. Over the summer that year she and her boyfriend had a fight, a big fight. That night she went out for drinks with some friends and ended up texting Paul. The bar was called The Cellar and since Paul lived nearby, she assumed he would know the place. 

"You should come to the cellar," she texted him. 

A bit later, after they had left the bar, she got a text in response, "Is that a bar, or are you actually waiting for me in my cellar." 

She thought it was hilarious at the time, but the next morning she couldn't help but wonder why she had asked him to come. What was it she would have said or done? 

A few times after that Paul made comments like, "It's too bad you have a boyfriend" and "we had some great sex didn't we?" 

It was getting to be too much for her, but the attention was nice. It seemed like her boyfriend never gave her attention and he sure wasn't as good as Paul in bed. She never really enjoyed sex with her boyfriend, but she loved him, so she stayed with him and never cheated. Just the same, she didn't feel fulfilled in her relationship; she felt abandoned and alone most of the time, definitely not wanted or desired the way Paul had made her feel, and she definitely wasn't comfortable about her body around her boyfriend, even after a year of dating. She should have known something was wrong, but she stuck with him.

Just shy of 15 months together, she broke up with her boyfriend. Turned out that he was the vainest son of a bitch around and he didn't think she was pretty enough for him. He said that he was embarrassed to be with her in public and that's why he didn't have any friends anymore. She was crushed, but soon realized that she had known for some time that it wasn't going to work and it was all a big weight lifted off of her shoulders. 

Soon she started talking to Paul more frequently. The more she talked to him, the more she wanted him. She went back to her hometown for a few weeks after the breakup, but Paul said he wanted to get a drink with her when she got back. She couldn't wait, but she wasn't sure if this was right. Was it okay to want to go out for a drink with an old flame that soon after a breakup? At this point she wasn't sure what would happen when they got a drink. After all, she hadn't been single for very long and had been very devoted to her boyfriend. Was she ready to have sex with someone else? Was it safe for her emotionally to have rebound sex? She struggled with this the entire time she was away from college for those few weeks. 

As her return flight drew nearer, the more convinced she was that she wanted Paul more than ever. She told him in a text that she had been sexually frustrated in her relationship and hadn't found pleasure in the act in a long time. His response made her want to get on a plane as soon as possible.

"After our drink I'll have to pin you down and fix that." 

She wanted him. Bad.

Her mind was soon flooded with memories of their times together. Things she hadn't thought about since the time that they happened were suddenly in the forefront of her mind. She couldn't think of much else but the sex with Paul, but she knew she would never make it as just friends with benefits, she had changed, but not that much. She made the decision that she would try it, just for now, even though she knew it wouldn't last. She knew the feelings would come back, and she knew they would come quickly, but she wanted to enjoy the sex at least a little before this happened, so she decided to go for it. She figured that when she started having feelings for her, she would tell him, which would inevitably lead to another argument and not speaking again, but that was fine, she was graduating in the spring, at least that's what she tried to tell herself. 

Even though she wasn't seeing him until the week after she got back to college, she was nervous for the entire flight. Just thinking about him turned her on, even when she wasn't thinking about sex. She hoped she could get through this without spoiling everything with her emotions too soon, but she could already tell that her feelings for Paul had never gone away in the first place. 

Once back at school, things fell into a routine pretty quickly. Although she wasn't taking classes over the summer (she was working) she was pretty well distracted—until Paul sent her a message. "Tonight?" was all it said. 

So she sent her response, "Where do you want to go?" 

When she hit send her hands were shaking. She felt like a child. Why on earth was she this nervous, or maybe she was just anxious? He made her wait for his response. Finally, she heard the message alert and opened her phone. 

"I'll meet you in the square and we'll go to a bar. Meet me around 7." 

And with that, it was happening. 

When she saw him waiting for her by the newsstand, her heart jumped into her throat. She had forgotten just how attractive he was. She walked toward him, but it felt like her feet wouldn't move at all. Was she really going to have a second chance at being with him? He couldn't understand why she was walking so slowly. Maybe she wasn't walking slowly after all, but it sure seemed that way. 

The closer she got, the longer it seemed to be taking her to get to him. He had already forgotten that they were supposed to go to a bar because he wanted to go straight to his house. He knew that if he wanted to do this right though, he needed to take it slowly, at least slower than he wanted to. 

She finally stepped near him and he reached out to her for a hug. It felt so good for the two of them to touch each other and they knew at once that the chemistry was still there. When they finally let go, her head was spinning, his dick was rising, and they both needed a drink.

At the bar he ordered them a round of shots and they got to work catching up. They hadn't actually seen each other in over a year; all of their communication had been by email and instant messaging. She had missed hearing his voice. Both of them wanted things to be just right, but everything was wrong. The bar was nearly empty and, although they were having a great time catching up, they both figured they could do just as well elsewhere. So he suggested they go to his house. Her heart skipped a beat, but she agreed before she knew what she was doing, so they set out walking. 

She hadn't been to his new place, only his old place a few years ago, so she could do nothing but let him lead the way. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do. He didn't know whether or not they should actually continue their conversation once they got to his place or whether he was going to lose control over what he was feeling. When they got to his place, both of them were having trouble breathing, not because of the walk, but because they were both anxious for what awaited.

No sooner had they walked through the door than he had pinned her against the wall. Neither of them had realized how much they wanted each other until they were alone in the house. As he leaned harder and harder into her body, she felt like she was going to explode with passion. His kiss was the same as it had been years ago and it made her want to melt. She felt his hands on her body and he could feel her hands in his hair. She loved his hair. 

They made their way closer to the bedroom and she didn't know if they were even going to make it that far. She hadn't felt passion like this in a very long time. She wished she knew what he was thinking, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was this moment. 

She pulled her shirt over her head and started kissing him again. He held onto her bottom lip with his teeth and she couldn't help but smile. He leaned into her during their kiss enough to push her onto the bed. She moved backward slightly, but before she could rise up, he was on top of her, his hands on her chest. She longed for him to never stop touching her, she could feel the heat of his hands and it felt like he was on fire. He pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing her neck. At that point, she was gone. 

If she had any reservations about whether this was right, they were gone now. Nothing felt as good as when he did this, and no other man had been able to make her feel this way. She groaned and squirmed, overcome with her desire. She breathed hard and held onto his shoulders. The longer he stayed kissing her neck, the more she moaned and groaned. Her bra was off in no time and his mouth made its way further down her body to her right nipple. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his hair again. As his tongue slid across her nipple, what felt like a bolt of electricity went through her entire body. She was literally aching for him from the inside. Her pussy was throbbing. She had never felt passion like this, but she didn't want to rush it, she didn't want it to be over. She never wanted it to be over. He moved his mouth over to her other nipple and sucked on it hard. Then he licked it sucked it again, more gently this time. 

He lifted his head and smiled playfully at her. All she could do was continue to pant. He edged down a bit and kissed her hip. Then he started unbuttoning her jeans. Her pussy ached more the closer he got to it. When his hand brushed the top of her panties, another bolt went through her body. She took over with taking her pants off and he moved on to his own. She stood to slide hers off and when he was finished undressing himself he pulled her down for a kiss, by her hair. He was the only person who could pull her hair just right. If anyone else had tried, she probably would have decked him, but from the first night they had met, she loved it when he pulled her hair. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her skin as she kissed him and longed to have it inside her. She reached down to grab him in her hands and began slowly rubbing his dick. Feeling him in her hands made her want him more, so she lowered her head to his lap and slid her mouth over his dick. She slid her tongue down his shaft and couldn't have been more pleased when she felt his hands in her hair, pulling—not too hard, just right, the way only he could do it. He pulled her by the hair directing her mouth up and down on his dick. She. She didn't want him to come yet, because she wanted more. 

When she lifted her head, her mouth came off of his dick with a pop. This time it was she who smiled playfully. She took her tongue and slid it the length of his dick, then took it in her mouth again and turned her eyes up toward him with a look that meant she would be smiling if her mouth weren't occupied. With this he took no time to roll her over onto her back. He slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy and a soft moan escaped her mouth. When he put the second inside her, the moan was louder and more urgent. As he sat there, fingering her pussy until it was nearly dripping wet, she was gripping the blankets hard, wanting him inside her. When she could feel his breath on her pussy, another electric shock went through her body, straight to her pussy. She was aching even harder and when his tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud, guttural moan. He added a third finger to her pussy and fingered her hard. Every time his tongue passed over her clit, her hips bucked slightly. She wanted his dick inside her, she needed his dick inside her. 

"Fuck me, please. Oh fuck me," she managed to get out between breaths. 

No sooner had she said the words than she felt his dick sliding into her. He stopped with just the tip, teasing her, moving it in and out just a bit. 

"Fuck me, Paul!" she begged, and with a sudden rush, she felt his dick slam into her pussy with such force that her moan was nearly a yell. 

As he pushed harder and faster into her pussy, her hips bucked harder and harder to meet him. She wrapped her legs around his and held onto first his back and then his shoulders. Finally she reached for the top of the mattress for stability. She was sweating and panting and wanted him more with each thrust. He looked at her and whispered.

"Turn over," he said and he rolled her onto her front. 

He lifted her hips and she knew what he wanted. She lifted her ass high in the air, waiting impatiently for his dick to be back inside her. As much as she wanted it, she underestimated how amazing it would feel when he reentered. He pounded into her from behind and she moaned loudly again, but it was no comparison to how loudly she moaned when he smacked her ass. He grabbed a handful of her hair and held onto it, just lightly, while he fucked her harder. She rocked against him hard, breathing faster, almost gasping. He slid out of her and turned her around. "Ride me," he said, and she straddled him. She slowly lowered herself onto him and rocked and bounced as he rested his hands on her legs. Her tits bounced and she fucked him hard, she loved how deeply she could feel him when they fucked like this. His dick was pounding into her, so hard and so deep that it hurt. But it was the best feeling in the world. For all of the pain, she was feeling ten times the pleasure. He put his hands on her hips and raised his own to meet her. He took his right hand and with his thumb started playing with her clit. She moaned and sucked in her breath. She was going to come. 

"Oooooh, OOOOOOH," she moaned. "Oh god, I'm coming. Oh GOD." 

She fucked him harder and harder, feeling him deeper in her. She kept fucking him straight through her orgasm. She didn't want to stop. She could tell his breathing was picking up pace as well. He turned her onto her back and moved between her legs, slamming his dick into her. She didn't think she had ever been fucked so hard. Just when she thought it couldn't get any more intense, he would fuck her harder. He was panting in her ear and she heard a groan escape from him.

"I-I, I'm going to come," he said and slammed into her hard a few more times before slowing down. 

He groaned and finally laid his head on her chest. She looked over at the clock—1 a.m. 

"Was it worth staying up for?" she asked. 

He grabbed her by her hair and kissed her. It had been more than worth it.

Soon after their initial "date," both got busy with work and weren't able to get together for several weeks. When they decided to try again, they went out for drinks again, this time to a different bar. They sat down and ordered their drinks and the more he looked at her, the faster he was becoming turned on. He was upset with himself that she had this effect over him.

When he looked at her, sitting there in her jeans and tank top, oblivious to his hard-on, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out before he had to do something about his present state. She sat there, just talking and talking, he didn't think she was ever going to shut up, but then again, she rarely did. As much as he wished he could just take her out back and fuck her right then and there, he loved listening to her talk. She got so animated when she spoke, especially telling stories, which she did often. She glanced at him—was he staring? She hoped that she wasn't talking too much. She wished that he knew how amazing he looked at that moment, so handsome and incredibly sexy, especially when he tried to act like he was listening, but she knew he was just humoring her. When she stopped talking and just looked at him, he panicked. Had he been zoning out? Had she asked him a question that he didn't hear because he was too busy thinking about ripping her clothes off?




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"What?" he asked. 

She just smiled and shook her head. Then she laughed a little. 

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" she asked. 

Boy did he ever! He stood to lead the way and she followed him. When they made it outside, he asked her if she had anything in mind. She knew what he was thinking, but she wasn't about to give in so easily, so she suggested a movie. He was disappointed, but that didn't make him any less turned on, so he agreed, hoping that more would come of it later. 

As they walked toward the movie theater a few blocks away, she couldn't help but smile because he had no idea what she had in store for him. He, on the other hand, was wondering what he would have to do to get her on her knees. When they got to the theater, she let him pay for the movie; after all, she was going to be treating him in other ways very soon. When she chose the back row, he let himself become hopeful for a minute. Maybe he'd at least get a little petting while they were here. He lost hope when the previews ended and she looked intently at the screen. He was just going to have to sit through this movie with nothing to show for it. About five minutes into the movie, he felt that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, the movie seemed decent. Just as he was coming to terms with things, he felt her hand on his knee. It wasn't much, but it was the most she had touched him all night and it was something at least. She rubbed his knee and then moved to his thigh. 

With each stroke of her hand, she got closer and closer to his dick. His heart had started racing and it was all he could do to keep his breath under control. Finally! He wasn't surprised at this point when her hand reached the crotch of his pants and rubbed his dick. What did surprise him was when he felt her unbutton and unzip his pants. When her hand slipped inside his pants and wrapped around his dick, he squirmed in his seat. He looked around nervously, hoping no one knew what they were doing and when his eyes met hers, she gave him a devilish grin. He wanted to lay his head back and close his eyes to enjoy the moment even more, but he knew that would look out of place in a movie theater, so he tried to keep his eyes on the movie screen, just like she was. 

The more she rubbed his dick, the more excited she became. She had known it would be exciting to do this in a theater, but she hadn't realized just how exciting it would be for her. Soon, he wasn't the only one squirming in his seat. She could feel his hard dick throbbing in her hand. It was so hot to the touch and she wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to feel his dick pressing against the back of her throat. As she continued to stroke his dick, she finished off her soda and took off the lid. 

How was she keeping her cool? He couldn't figure out how she could be so nonchalant about jerking him off in the movie theater. He looked around. Then again, they were the only ones in their row and there were only a few people in the row in front of them. Luckily there were no kids in the theater. She had taken the time to notice their surroundings as well, but wasn't sure how comfortable she would be doing exactly what she wanted to do. She looked around one more time and decided to go for it. He met here eyes and saw something in them that he hadn't expected to see. He couldn't pinpoint it, but she was up to something—more than she was already up to. She dropped her cell phone, but what he didn't realize was that she had done it on purpose. As she leaned down to get it, she rested her head in his lap. It was then that he knew what she was doing, and he couldn't believe it, at least at first. As her mouth moved closer and closer to his dick, he held his breath and glanced around again. No one was watching, thank god. But part of him knew that he wouldn't have minded much even if they had been.

He could feel her breath on his dick and let out the breath he had been holding. She still had her hand on his dick and slowly lowered her mouth over the tip of it. It was all she could do not to deep throat him immediately. She had wanted his dick in her mouth all night, but she waited. She licked the tip of his dick slowly while she continued to stroke him. She then started sucking on the tip of his dick and ran her tongue down the side of it. She moved her hand up and down in sync with her mouth. She knew she needed to get used to his dick before she went all the way down. When she felt his hand going up her shirt and to her bra, she started licking and sucking more quickly. When his hand went under her bra and she could feel his fingers playing with her nipple, her head plummeted and she took the entirety of his dick in her mouth, with its tip hitting the back of her throat. She pushed as far down on it as she could before she had to come back up a little to get her bearings. When she had rammed his dick down her throat, he had almost come at that instant. Even with everything that had been happening, he hadn't expected that. She took her mouth off of his dick and picked up her soda cup. He assumed she just needed a drink, but when she came back down on his dick, he felt the ice cube in her mouth. 

As she slid her mouth down his dick, the cold ice cube mixed with the heat from her mouth was providing a wonderfully mixed sensation that he hadn't felt before. She started alternating between sucking the tip of his dick, licking the shaft and then ramming his dick down her throat. He loved the feeling of his dick hitting the back of her throat and put his hands in her hair to guide her. He liked being in control and she loved it when he was dominant. He mostly just held her head in his hands, but occasionally he would pull on her hair. That's when she would get the most excited and would push his dick as far into her mouth as she could. The fourth time she took him deep into her throat, he could tell he was going to come soon. He whispered this to her to which she just looked up at him and smiled with his dick still in her mouth. She closed her eyes and went back to sucking him off, this time more quickly and urgently. She was trying to make him come! He tried to hold back, but the more he tried to focus on the movie, the harder she would try to make him come. He put his hand in her shirt again and squeezed her nipple hard, very hard, when he came. 

He let out a groan, which he quickly tried to turn into a muffled cough when he remembered where he was. She kept her mouth on his dick, sucking down every drop of his cum that she could. When she finally came up for air, the last of his cum landed on her hand. She let go of his dick and brought her fingers to her mouth, licking off what remained. He just sat there, staring at her, then did the last thing either of them expected him to do—he grabbed her and kissed her. 

Even though he had already come, he was hungry for her, he wanted her for everything she had already done and for everything he wanted her to do in the future. He simply wanted her. When they stopped kissing, she smiled at him, panting.

"Want to go somewhere else?" she asked, as she had earlier. 

"Yes," he said. "This time I'm choosing where."

With that they were out the door. 

She didn't know where they were going and she didn't care. She was on a high from what she had just done and was so turned on she knew that if he didn't fuck her soon, she was going to be fingering herself well into the night. Now that she had felt his dick in her mouth, she wanted it in her pussy. 

They were almost at a run when she realized where they were going. His house wasn't far away, and that must be where he was taking her. She hoped that meant a hard fuck, but either way she would find a way to get herself off. 

When they walked in the door, they didn't even turn the lights on. He led her to his room where he took off his shoes and she sat on the bed. She was waiting for him to throw her on the bed and fuck her, but he didn't. She looked at him, puzzled, and he smiled. 

"I want you to do it yourself," he said. 

She was shocked and disappointed and she also didn't know if she could do it in front of someone. She had never fingered herself in front of anyone, so she was shy. When she looked unsure, he walked over and took her shirt off, followed close behind by her bra. He grabbed one of her tits in his hand and started sucking on her nipple. 

He looked up at her and begged, "Please?" 

No sooner had it come out of his mouth than her fingers went almost involuntarily to her pussy. She put in two fingers and started fingering herself slowly as he continued sucking on her nipples. He reached around behind him, but she barely noticed. When he grabbed her hand out of her pussy and licked her fingers, she wasn't sure what to expect. All of a sudden she felt something hard ram into her pussy, but she knew it wasn't his dick. He stood over her, ramming this object into her pussy over and over again. She was surprised and excited and didn't know what to do. She laid there with her legs apart letting him fuck her with this object because she loved the mystery in it. She loved the look of power and control on his face. She loved that he was doing whatever he liked with her. She was his.

While he rammed her pussy with the unknown object with is right hand, he used his left hand to grab her tit hard. He pinched her nipple so hard that a whimper escaped her mouth, at which point he rammed her harder with the object in her pussy. "Harder!" she yelled, and he rammed it harder. "Oh yes, fuck me!" she yelled. As he rammed her hard he used his other hand to unbutton his pants and let them fall to the ground. She didn't even know what was happening until he pulled the object out of her pussy, which she then realized had been a candlestick, and slammed his dick into her pussy. She let out a yell of pleasure because as much as she had been enjoying the candlestick, it was nothing compared to his dick. 

As he rammed his dick into her, just as hard as he had been ramming the candle into her, she started bucking her hips against him. She wanted him as deep as he could go, and she was getting it. He pulled on her hair as he fucked her and it only made her fuck him back harder and harder. She didn't even have time to say out loud that she was going to come before she was yelling and moaning louder than she ever had before. The orgasm had come over her before she had expected it and she was rocking against him with the feeling rushing over her. He was still fucking her and it made her shudder involuntarily in pleasure. Soon he was speeding up again, fucking her harder and harder. She knew he was about to come so she raised her hips and took him in as deeply as she could. She fucked him hard until she heard him let out a loud moan and felt the throbbing of his dick as he came. He collapsed on top of her and she kissed him. He was glad he had agreed to the movie. At this point the two of them were both wondering where things would go from here, but they would just have to wait and see. No rush. He lay down beside her and kissed her, then they fell asleep.



Rekindled



Celebs: Erika Christensen, Scarlett Johansson.

Codes: FF, oral, spank.

Introduction: Welcome. The story you are about to read is not true, even if its characters are based on real people. The author has nothing to do with these real people, other than being their fan. The real people do not act like this in real life. This story is nothing but a fantasy. It also contains sexual situations and adult themes. If you are under age 18, don't like that stuff, or aren't supposed to be reading it, please stop reading now. This story has some connections to my past works, but none are required reading. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback is greatly appreciated. 

Thanks to my editor for all her aid in getting this story out, and to all the wonderful people who continue to inspire me. Mistakes that remain herein are my fault alone. For those who have been following the meta-plot in my stories (yes, there is one), this tale has catch-up and reveals. Hope you like what you learn. Don't worry, as long as I have good ideas, there will be more stories to come. :)

***

Los Angeles, California. October 31, 2008. 

"Sitting with the thinker, trying to work it out... It's a traffic jam of the brain! Makes you want to scream and shout..."

This Sly Fox song fits my current mood, Erika Christensen thought, especially with those lyrics. She hummed along with the song for a moment and then returned her attention to the table across the "Red Robin" restaurant. It was Halloween night in Los Angeles and just about everyone was in costume. Ghosts, goblins, superheroes, and many other characters were out and about. Erika herself wore a black leather bodysuit, gloves, and jacket. She had her hair cut short and dyed chestnut red except for one blonde forelock in the front. Holstered at each of her hips was an imitation gun. Black sunglasses hid her dark blue eyes.

The woman she was watching wore a red satin dress and white opera gloves. Long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a figure even more voluptuous than Erika's own. Erika knew that behind the other woman's sunglasses were beautiful eyes a shade darker blue than hers. She had seen her flashing an angel's smile at the waiter several times and noticed her target was wearing fake vampire fangs. A Hollywood vampire dame, Erika pegged her costume. I wonder if she thinks that's original. She sipped her coffee and watched the other woman pay her check.

"Almost time," Erika said to herself. She had paid her own check ten minutes ago. She had been following her quarry for the past hour, seeing if the other woman would remain alone. So far, she had. I wonder if she's lonesome tonight, Erika thought. I hope so, and that she'll be happy to see me.

She looks so good, Erika reflected, again looking up and down the woman's tantalizing figure. Has it really been over five years? I should have stayed in touch with her. I wanted to. I would have, had things worked out. Now I'm here hoping to remedy the way it ended between us, revive what we had if possible. It should be. I only disconnected from her on intimate terms. We were still co-stars and I like to think we remained friends.

Tracking the other actress down had not been easy. They moved in different Hollywood circles. Her target was A-List, and Erika was B at best. Her last big budget picture had been three years ago, and that was only a small role. Since then, she'd gotten lead roles in some independent films and the TV show 'Six Degrees', but none had been that popular. At least I enjoyed them all, she reminded herself, and I think my fans did too. Could reconnecting with this old friend improve her Hollywood standing? Erika doubted it. But that didn't matter. She wasn't after the other woman for her career.

Thank God for the Friendship, Erika thought. Like many who moved in popular circles, she was a member of the worldwide secret society. Her target was, too, and this had enabled Erika to pick her current address out of the membership database. Contacts within the society had helped her set up surveillance. With their aid, Erika had trailed her quarry's car to the restaurant. Of course, she could have just made contact through official Hollywood channels, but Erika wanted to keep things discreet. It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and she didn't know how the other woman might react to seeing her again. Therefore, she had decided to make the contact look like a chance meeting in public and take things from there.

I shouldn't be so nervous, she reminded herself. I can't imagine any way this could go bad. Even if we don't wind up as close as we once were, I know she's not the type to get upset and push me away. What am I afraid of, anyway? Maybe it's what might happen if things do go well. Despite all I've done to set up this reunion, part of me still isn't sure I want her as a friend again.

Erika had no shortage of friends. Since she'd been active in the Hollywood scene from adolescence, she knew people in many cities. Then there was her family, her church, her Friendship association; and, last but not least, the enormous circle of dedicated swingers to which she belonged. The latter ensured she never lacked intimate companionship. Her beauty and self-confidence helped her get such companions whenever she wanted to go outside her circle. Erika almost always found herself able to befriend the people she wanted to, all ages and races, women and men.

Her target had been an intimate friend of hers once, and Erika knew she wouldn't mind if it happened again. I don't want more than that, though, she thought. I'm a long way from settling down, and when I do, it won't be with a woman. Yes, I like them, and it is legal now, but I'm old-fashioned. I dream of finding the right guy someday. Even when I do find him, though, I won't be giving up swinging. It's too much fun.

Most of her girlfriends had found their mate and married him. Katherine, Majandra, Marisol, Geena, Keri... Erika ticked them off on her fingers. Even those who hadn't married their boyfriends yet, like Shiri or Alicia, were so close to them they might as well be engaged. Erika was happy for them all, and a little jealous. 

At least I'm not as bad off as some of my other friends, she told herself. Bridget found someone who she thought was great, but then he dumped her as soon as she got pregnant. Kate married the man she loved and they had a kid, but then after a few years they found out they weren't right for each other and got divorced. Now she's drifting from one man to another, not sure exactly what she wants.

Evan's situation is even worse, although she acts like she doesn't know it. She had a wonderful guy, but then she abruptly decided she was bored and pushed him away. For the past few years, she's been involved with a person who's a really bad influence. He'll only wind up hurting her like he has so many other women, and she refuses to believe it, even when we all tell her. I pray for her every day, and hope I never make the same mistakes.

All these women were still good friends with Erika. She had an open invitation to join any of them and their significant others for fun whenever she wanted. Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Manson were the only couple she'd turned down.

Erika had lots of male friends too, although none could be called a significant other. Other than enjoying each other's company, she had little in common with most of them. Many had also been her co-stars, and once their work relationships ended, they had drifted away from her. Erika wasn't really emotionally close to any of them. There was one man with whom she had a deep emotional connection, but he lived on the other side of the world.

She has a steady guy too, Erika thought, looking back at her quarry. Actually, she's had several. She's engaged to the current one, but who's to say whether he's Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now? Back when we met, she told me she didn't believe in monogamy. Despite the lack of belief, she's got quite a reputation for it. I had to work hard to get around her boyfriend and into her bed when last we knew each other. I'm certain it won't be different now.

Nevertheless, I have to try. The memories of how our friendship ended have haunted me ever since. No amount of therapy eased things. I'm not angry, just disappointed, but that's pain enough. 

Two months ago a friend whom Erika had always trusted for sage advice had passed away. The last thing he had told her was: "Do not live with disappointment, not when you can fix things. Life is too damn short."

You're right, Isaac, Erika answered her friend's spirit. That's why I'm here. I tracked down the friend I left, and now I intend to do all I can to remedy my disappointment over how our relationship ended. Our current environment has kept her from recognizing me, but soon that will change. I'll start fixing things between us right now.

Gathering her courage, Erika watched Scarlett Johansson get up and leave the restaurant. After flashing a parting smile at the group of geeks two tables over who had been ogling her costume, she stood up and followed her target outside.

***

Scarlett used the mirror near the restaurant's entrance to look over her shoulder. 

Yep, that chick dressed as Joanna Dark is following me, she mused. I thought I saw her staring at me while I was eating dinner. I kept waiting for her to get up and walk over, but she never did. I wonder who she is. Probably some autograph hound, or a paparazza. Either one I can handle. I just hope it's not anything worse. Not many girls are enough into obscure comic and video game characters to recognize Joanna Dark, let alone put on her outfit. That she's dressed like that automatically means she's a little weird.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, Scarlett said to herself. I'm weird too. Just about everyone in this city is weird. We have to be to live here. I can handle weird people coming up to me. I'm a celebrity. It happens all the time. I hope this weird person doesn't ask me about my sex life. I get enough of that from dirty old man interviewers like Jay Leno. I shouldn't have to talk about it with random strangers on the street!

She heard a cell phone ringing and looked around. Joanna Dark stopped with a grimace and answered her phone.

Good, Scarlett thought as she watched the other woman politely terminate the call, the perfect dodge. She may be a fan, but I would rather avoid this meeting. I just went out for a bite to eat, and because there's no point in dressing up on a day like today and not showing off your costume. My fiancé, Ryan, is coming home to our local apartment as soon as his late-night flight gets in, and the sooner I get there to meet him, the happier I'll be.

Taking out her car remote, she walked quickly away from the other woman. She clicked the unlock button twice, and then opened her white Civic's door.

"Scarlett!"

The voice stopped her just as she was about to get into her car. Familiar, Scarlett thought, but I can't place it. She turned and looked back at Joanna Dark. The other woman took off her sunglasses, and a smile formed on her wide round face. That expression brought her name to Scarlett's lips.

"Erika."

With that one word, memories came rushing back.

***

Los Angeles, California. April 2003.

"You look like a slut," Scarlett told Erika. "I like it."

"Thanks," Erika replied with a grin.

"Cut!" their director yelled. The two actresses and their four male co-stars at once directed glares his way.

"What's wrong?" Erika asked, throwing up her hands.

"You're too happy," the director replied. "Tone it down."

"Of course I'm happy!" Erika fumed. "Francesca is paying me an honest compliment, accepting my new look. I'm adopting a new persona here, Brian! I've been the shy good girl up until this point, but now I'm overflowing with confidence and free spirit. I just informed my new boyfriend I'm bisexual with that line about the girls from Brown. Francesca is a good-looking girl and a friend I'm getting to know. I'm glad she likes me! I'm really glad!"

Brian Robbins stared at her for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Hmm," he said. "Okay, I guess you're right. I'm sorry." He looked around at the other actors, who were all smiling. The studio audience was too, including Erika's mother. Scarlett watched the director's reaction and couldn't hold back a laugh.

Scarlett's laughter had been quite frequent the last few months. They were filming 'The Perfect Score', an MTV teen comedy about six high school seniors who conspired to steal the answers to the SAT. Each played a clichéd stereotype. Erika was Anna, the overachiever, and Scarlett was Francesca, the bad girl. Both their characters were very smart and didn't need to cheat to do well on the test, but they had joined in the planned heist anyway for adventure and new friends. The movie's script was good, in Scarlett's opinion, and it featured many great jokes.

"Let her keep the take, man," suggested Leonardo Nam, who played the stoner and funniest character. "It's totally believable. It's also great setup for my line about her needing a pimp."

Erika grimaced and looked away from the young Asian actor. She didn't like being referred to as a whore.

Strange, thought Scarlett, considering you practically are one. You've slept with all four of our co-stars, and come on to me a lot too. You're a nice girl, and very good looking, but I still turned you down. What you're doing is unprofessional, and I have a boyfriend. I'm also not sure I want to sleep with you. I've only had one other lesbian affair in my past, and that happened out of a clear need. I had a phobia that was hurting my acting in a horror movie, and Kari Wuhrer knew a way to distract me from it that worked. There's no such problem here. I have accepted my bisexuality, but I don't feel the need to indulge it. Never mind how attracted I am to you.

You're so brazen and full of sexuality, Erika, Scarlett thought with a shake of her head. I often wish I could be like that. My fans see me that way, but I'm still coming to terms with the image. I haven't been in Hollywood that long. This is only my third big role. Yes, I got a huge amount of critical attention for the first, 'Lost in Translation', but I'm still getting used to this life. I'm only eighteen years old, two years younger than you. You may be grown up and mature, Erika, to the point where even your mother accepts that you're a slut, but I'm still on that road.

"Slut," Scarlett said, pointing at Erika with wiggling fingers. "S. L. U. T. You." 

"Thanks," Erika said, smiling again.

I can't believe she thinks "slut" is a compliment, Scarlett pondered. Then again, she did give me that book called 'The Ethical Slut'. The title intrigued me when I saw Erika reading it. She told me it was a manifesto for the promiscuous and a manual on how to live a practical swinging lifestyle. Erika gave me the book, saying she'd read it several times and could get another copy. I still haven't opened it yet.

I suppose I would like to live as she does, Scarlett thought. I meet so many cute guys in Hollywood. It would be great to date more of them, especially my co-stars from this movie. The golden boys, Chris Evans and Bryan Greenberg, are both handsome young actors. I hope this isn't the last time I work with them. Bryan's my boyfriend in this movie, so I know he's a good kisser, and Erika tells me Chris is too. Leonardo and our jock teammate, Darius Miles, have great senses of humor and are fun to be around. But I have a boyfriend who's not part of the cast, and I want to stay faithful to him. It's also unprofessional to date co-stars, she reminded herself again. I don't know how Erika is getting away with it. From what she's told me, this isn't the first time she's done it either. If our director knows, it has to be driving him nuts.

Robbins paced back and forth for a minute, then turned and looked at them. "Okay, fine," he said. "We'll keep that take. Everyone likes it but me." He looked at the clock on the wall. "But we're out of time. I have to get to a meeting with the producers. Chris, if you hadn't kept blowing your lines earlier —"

"Sorry, boss," Chris said before he could finish. "Kyle is shocked at Anna's new persona, and I'm trying to get that across."

"You're doing fine," Erika told him. "But less is more, okay? Don't look so surprised. You know who I am. My character is just becoming more like me."

"Yeah," Chris replied, "and my character isn't ready for it."

"We'll pick up from here tomorrow," Robbins told them. "Everyone, be on time. Chris, I suggest you work on this scene apart from the others." He grimaced again and walked off.

Chris stared after him, frowning in confusion. "Do that 'Taxi Driver' bit like I've coached you," Erika said to him. Chris nodded in understanding.

"Don't take it so hard," Bryan said. "You're doing great. Let's go get some beer, okay? You guys want to come with?"

Leonardo and Darius agreed, while Scarlett declined. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to go back to her trailer and rest. Erika also declined, waving at her mother. "We'll catch up with you later," she told the guys, and then walked off towards Kathy Christensen. Scarlett sighed as she watched her go.

Erika could be the typical All-American young actress, Scarlett thought. Up until I met her, I thought she was. I saw her breakout performance in 'Traffic' three years ago, and it wowed me. Then I saw 'Home Room', and that wowed me again. I did some research on Erika when we were cast in this film together, and everything I read told me she was a good girl. She only recently moved out of her parents' home, doesn't smoke or drink, and is big into family values. Her acting comes from personal talent and lifelong dreams, just like mine, and she's humble about it. I never would have believed she was a swinger. I guess she's not big enough in Hollywood for the media to care, if they even know.

"Hey," Erika said at her elbow. Scarlett turned around. The other actress was standing behind her with her hands folded, smiling like a cherub. Her mother had vanished, so Scarlett gathered they'd said their good-byes.

"Hey," Scarlett returned the greeting, frowning. Erika had a familiar look in her eyes.

"You want to have some fun?" she said, putting a hand on Scarlett's arm. "Just the two of us?"

"You don't give up, do you?" Scarlett pulled her arm out of Erika's loose grip.

Erika shook her long blonde hair and laughed. Scarlett ran a hand through her own hair, which for her role was shoulder-length and dyed dark red. She chuckled, returning Erika's mood.

"I'm sorry," Erika said. "I told you about that movie I did last year. Maybe I'm still getting it out of my system."

"'Swimfan'," Scarlett said with a nod. She recalled that it was a teenage version of 'Fatal Attraction'. The script had come across her agent's desk, but Scarlett had rejected it for what she considered poor writing. Erika had taken the lead role, and the studio released the movie last fall.

"That's the one," Erika confirmed. "I'm sorry. I know you keep saying no, but I don't think you really want to. You've told me about you and Kari Wuhrer, and how you haven't been with a woman since then. I know you're missing it."

Scarlett nodded. To be honest, she was, despite all her thoughts about not feeling such a need.

"Well, come on," Erika said with another laugh. "I'm right here, ready and willing. We're friends, right?"

"Yes, but are we that kind of friends?" Scarlett asked in a low tone.

"We can be. I'm game if you are." Erika put a hand on her hip. "Look, your boyfriend's a player. Everyone knows."

She's right, Scarlett thought. Jared Leto is one of the biggest players in Hollywood. I'm just the latest in a long string of actresses he's dated, and the way things are going, I may not be the last. He tells me he never cheats, and I tell myself I believe him, but in my heart I'm pretty sure he's lying. I should break things off with him, or at least confront him about my feelings, but damn it, he's just too good in bed.




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"I'm not asking you for commitment," Erika went on. "I know you're not entirely comfortable with me being attracted to you. It's just seeing you almost naked in 'Lost in Translation', and now getting to work with you and be friends —"

"Okay!" Scarlett interrupted and then made a shushing motion. Erika shut up and beamed.

Scarlett looked her up and down. You are beautiful, Erika, she thought, and what would it really hurt, sleeping with you? I've always had doubts about co-star intimacy being bad. I might as well find out whether they're justified. I'm sure you'll be as fun a bed-partner as you are a girlfriend. From the cast outings we've had to get to know one another, I've learned you can be patient and sensible. I like you. I admire your beauty and talent, and I wish I had your attitude towards life.

"If I say yes," she said, "and we do it once, will it get you off my back? I don't want this to screw things up for us on set."

Erika beamed at her. "I've told you, that won't happen. Nothing you don't want to do." She paused. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Scarlett hissed. She looked around and felt glad no one was paying attention to them. "Meet me in my trailer, twenty minutes." 

Erika grinned, stepped back, and waved her off.

Why am I doing this? Scarlett asked herself as she exited the studio and headed for her trailer. Am I giving in, hoping satisfaction will calm Erika down? Is my curiosity getting the better of me? It's not like I haven't been attracted to a female co-star before. There was Kari, and before her, there was Thora Birch. I might have tried something with Thora, but our characters were alienated from each other. Getting close to her would have been counter-productive. I wasn't accepting towards my attraction to women back then either. It took Kari, an older experienced woman, to break through my shell. Erika told me her first lesbian experiences with Geena Davis were much the same.

She reached her trailer and opened the door, then stepped inside. Scarlett took off her black leather jacket and threw it on the floor. She then walked to her cot and smoothed its sheets. Maybe Erika will chicken out, she thought. A knock on the door dispelled that hope.

"Give me a second!" Scarlett yelled. She checked her look in the mirror and wiped her heavy lipstick off with a tissue. Then she emptied her pockets and took off her boots. Okay, she psyched herself up. I'm really going to do this. No more angst, no more fear. She turned and opened the trailer door. "You're early."

"I couldn't wait," Erika said. She pushed inside.

Erika was still dressed in the black halter top, red cardigan, and jeans she'd worn on the set. Scarlett, who wore a black denim vest and jeans, looked her over and smiled. "Do you fantasize about our characters?"

"A little," Erika said with a shrug. She closed and locked the door, then turned and put a finger on Scarlett's lips. "No more talking."

Scarlett nodded and took the initiative. She put her hands on Erika's shoulders and pulled her close, then leaned in and kissed her lips. They were as soft and full of promise as Scarlett had hoped. Erika kissed back, her arms moving to Scarlett's buttons. Scarlett pushed off Erika's sweater as Erika undid the front of her vest.

The trailer rocked a little as they fell back onto Scarlett's cot. Scarlett still felt fatigued from their long day of shooting, but she put that aside. I did want this, she thought. Now I am going to enjoy it.

Erika pulled Scarlett's vest all the way open and stuck a hand in. She rubbed the violet lace bra encasing Scarlett's breasts. Scarlett shucked off her vest and reached behind her to undo the bra clasp. Erika's expert hands stopped her halfway and completed the motion, and then pushed down the straps. The bra fell off and Scarlett's large jutting tits stood revealed, pink nipples hard at attention. Erika flicked them with her thumbs.

Scarlett grabbed the bottom of Erika's top and pulled it over her head. The other girl raised her arms. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were just as hard and pink as Scarlett's and only a size smaller. Scarlett grinned and then moved down and kissed each one. Erika cracked her knuckles and threw her blouse across the room.

"Let's give you what you've been missing," she said. She kissed Scarlett's face and rubbed her breasts, pinching and squeezing the aureole. Scarlett giggled as she returned the caresses, her fingers traveling the landscape of Erika's back. One hand moved down and squeezed Erika's ass. The other came up and cupped Erika's chin. Scarlett moved Erika's face to hers and again kissed her lips.

Their mouths opened, and their tongues came forth to snipe at one another. Erika's tongue lashed at Scarlett's lips and tapped a tune across her teeth. Scarlett moved her hands to Erika's waist, unfastened her belt and jeans. Erika was doing the same to her.

"No panties," Scarlett remarked as she shoved Erika's jeans down.

Erika kicked her shoes off and nodded her head. "I thought I might get lucky today. I did." She licked Scarlett's cheek.

They lay down on the cot and continued their exchange of fondling. They pushed their jeans off their bodies and away. Erika squeezed Scarlett's cunt through her lavender panties.

"Wet," she said with a grin.

Scarlett chuckled and put a hand on Erika's crotch. "You're wet too." She stroked the lips of the other girl's slit and then stuck a finger inside. Two sharp quick motions up and down, then Scarlett flicked Erika's clit. Erika gasped as she repeated the movements. Good, Scarlett thought. I haven't forgotten how to do this, even though it's been almost two years since I've done it to any woman other than myself.

"Yes," Erika said with a sigh. She kissed Scarlett's nose, then leaned down and ran her tongue across the other girl's neck. Scarlett kept fingering Erika's pussy as her new intimate friend nipped at her chest. One of Erika's hands was rubbing her legs and rear, and the other was still caressing her cunt through her panties. Scarlett stroked Erika's neck and grabbed her locket. "Leave that on," Erika said.

"Okay," Scarlett replied. She moved her hand down and took Erika's left breast in her hand. 

The two of them moved their bodies up and down against one another for several long moments, their hands and tongues roaming. They licked at each other's breasts and fingered one another's clits. Erika's digits went under Scarlett's panties, entered her tunnel and stroked it. Scarlett moaned, feeling her juices increase in volume. Her underwear was getting too wet, so she stopped Erika and pulled it off.

Erika resumed kissing her, and then pushed her towards the wall. One of her hands rubbed Scarlett's breasts and back, while the other returned to her pussy. Erika also resumed kissing Scarlett's nipples, which had grown very hard under her attention. Scarlett returned her gestures with several deep sighs.

Her pleasure was taking off faster than she thought it would. Scarlett pushed it down. It had been a long time since she'd done this with a woman, but that was no reason to go crazy. The light coming through the trailer's opaque windows and air slits was playing off their bodies, she noted in an effort to distract herself. Color was flowing into their pale skin, Erika's blonde hair mingling with Scarlett's red. Erika paused and looked up at Scarlett, who blinked under the intensity of her stare.

"Let me love you," Erika said. She moved her fingers up inside Scarlett and kissed her mouth.

Okay, Scarlett decided. I might as well let things happen as they will. After all, this may only open happen between us once. She smiled and nodded at the other girl. She then increased the speed of her fondles on Erika's breasts and snatch.

Erika responded in kind, laughing as she kissed and rubbed Scarlett. Her hands moved to Scarlett's ass cheeks and squeezed them. Her mouth licked Scarlett's cleavage and teats. Scarlett gasped, letting her pleasure train speed up again. Erika moved faster and faster on her body, getting more aggressive with every stroke. Scarlett tried for a while to hold her back, but gave up as it became too hard to predict and counter the other girl's movements. She relaxed and concentrated on returning Erika's petting, sighing and entangling her fingers in her friend's long blonde curls.

Chuckles answered her sighs, followed by sharp jolts as Erika bit her nipples and pinched her vulva. Scarlett surrendered to the sensations and came, a sweet smile forming on her features as she let out a moan. 

"Ahh!!" Erika yelped in victory, and then kissed the space between Scarlett's breasts.

"Your turn now," Scarlett said. She rolled Erika over and pushed her down. A fantasy brought on by their movie came into her mind. "You're not the valedictorian. You're second."

"I am?" Erika asked, going timid. Scarlett nodded and pushed her face into the mattress. Her other hand moved down and swatted Erika hard across the ass. "Augh!" Erika screamed.

Scarlett grinned and spanked her again. "Are you scared of me?" she asked. "I'm the rebel you want to be, right? Well, this is your initiation. Get ready, brainiac. It's time to change!"

"Yes!" Erika whispered. "Take me. Change me." She gasped out further encouragement as Scarlett held her down and spanked her twice more. Erika's body shook, and Scarlett pulled back her hands. She had just been playing. She didn't want to hurt Erika.

The other girl's grin told her she hadn't. Erika turned around and embraced Scarlett. She then kissed her lips and fondled her breasts. Scarlett pushed Erika away from the sensitive globes, and then moved her back into a prone position. She kissed her way down Erika's body, lingering on her neck. The cold chain of the other girl's locket was a nice counterpoint to her warm skin.

"Yes!" Erika gasped out again. Scarlett squeezed her right breast with one hand while tonguing the other. She fondled Erika's ass with her other hand, then moved it back to her cunt. Erika's passionate chorus increased in volume as Scarlett switched her hand and mouth back and forth on her friend's breasts while pinching her clit hard. Scarlett waved at her to keep it down. The trailer wasn't shaking now, but she didn't want someone to walk by and wonder about the noise.

She licked Erika's cleavage and moved down across her waist. Next, she kissed Erika's navel. Erika gasped and rubbed Scarlett's hair. Scarlett took her fingers out of the other girl's cunt, pushed open her labia, and stuck in her tongue.

"Augh!" Erika screamed in climax. Her juices gushed out of her pussy, salty and sweet. Scarlett gathered them up with her lips and tongue, then moved her head back to Erika's and kissed her to share the taste.

Erika licked at her lips, savoring the feeling. "You're second to get licked," she said. Scarlett nodded in anticipation.

Her new intimate friend pushed her down and licked her face again. Erika's lips then traveled over Scarlett's torso, lighting just above her channel. Erika thrust three fingers inside Scarlett's pussy to open it, checking the lubrication and sensitivity. She nodded and then inserted her tongue.

Scarlett bit her lip as the muscle flicked hard inside her. She took hold of the cot's sheets, trying to control her spasms. Erika was caressing Scarlett's thighs and bottom as she licked her pussy. The sensations were pouring gasoline on her inner fire. I've only had men give me oral sex the last two years, she thought. I've forgotten that women are much better at it, or so Kari told me. I'm certainly getting proof of her words now. Erika is so much better at this than Jared.

"Jared!" she cried out, vowing at that moment to dump her boyfriend as soon as she could.

Erika stopped and looked up at Scarlett with a frown. Shit, Scarlett thought. I did not mean to do that.

"I'm sorry," she said, making a dismissive gesture. "Please, continue."

Erika nodded and resumed her licking. Scarlett moved her thighs in rhythm as she moved her hands to touch Erika's. Erika's attentions increased in fervency, and Scarlett found herself approaching a second orgasm.

"Yes!" she cried as it hit her. "Do that! Do me! Augh! Fuck you, Jared! Fuck me, Erika! Ahh!"

Erika paused for an instant, but then blinked and resumed licking again. She also turned her body around and moved her cunt over Scarlett's face.

Scarlett put her hands on Erika's thighs and pulled them open. She explored the fertile jungle of blonde curls between the other girl's legs with her tongue as Erika continued lapping her shaved loins. Erika's salty juices were still squirting out heavy, and Scarlett let the hot tide flow down her throat. "Yes!" Erika wailed as she came. Scarlett chuckled and slapped her butt.

Their lovemaking lasted another three hours. Finally, they collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep, tired from all they had done. They woke up in the trailer the next day, drank coffee, and spent time becoming as intimate emotionally as they had physically. Their co-stars and director later raised eyebrows on the set, surprised at the level of ease in each other's presence they now displayed. Scarlett and Erika were the only acting veterans in the movie. Their on-set relationship had been full of much tension and competition. After they slept together, it all quickly faded away.

***

October 2008.

Now here she is again, Scarlett thought, blinking in the present. Sudden and unexpected, she's back in my life.

She took off her sunglasses and looked at Erika's costume. "Joanna Dark?"

"Yeah," Erika said. "I felt like going as a video game babe this year. It was Joanna Dark or Samus Aran, and I couldn't find a spacesuit." She pointed at Scarlett's fangs. "You're a vampire."

"Only till morning," Scarlett replied, touching her lips. "Then I have to hide from the sun."

She stepped closer to the other actress, staring at her. It had been over five years since they last saw each other. Things had gotten so great between them near the end of filming their movie, but then they had soured. Erika didn't talk to her much after their one wonderful morning and night together, and had never again made any offer of intimacy. Scarlett hadn't made such an offer either, as she was waiting for Erika to take the lead.

They had both bonded with their male co-stars, after Scarlett broke up with Jared, but never again with each other. Scarlett had regretted this, especially when she joined Erika and the others' nude swims and games of Marco Polo. She got close to and enjoyed being with all the guys during those games and their other friendly outings, but Erika never approached Scarlett. This left any liaison between them as something suspected by the guys, but never confirmed.

We finished the movie all right, Scarlett recalled, and it did okay for a January release. But I haven't seen Erika since the premiere and its after-parties. Even there, she was so distant. She turned cold to me, and she never explained her reasons. She threw away everything we had, not seeming to give a damn. Before I knew it, our relationship was gone with the wind.

"How've you been?" she asked, stepping closer to Erika now. Was this meeting really the chance event it seemed?

I haven't been longing to see her again, Scarlett thought, though I always remembered her. I hated that she left me like she did, but it was just fine that we were no longer close. I found two more steady boyfriends after I dumped Jared, and I was with the last one for two years before our busy lives made us grow apart. Now I have another boyfriend, and this one actually wants to marry me.

I also got to know Keira Knightley after we posed together for the February 2006 Vanity Fair, she recalled with a smile. Keira was just as brazen as Erika, but she had been willing to hang around with Scarlett after their first intimacy and teach her how to also be daring. Both Scarlett and Rachel McAdams had become eager students of the English beauty. Scarlett knew she was welcome to visit Keira and Rachel whenever she wanted, and have fun with them and their significant others. Rachel's boyfriend had broken up with her when confronted by her sexuality's new side, but they were back together now.

I have so many other friends too, Scarlett added. Since Keira taught me to fully accept my sexuality, I've become more intimate with many of my co-stars, male and female. There was Hugh Jackman during 'Scoop', Natalie Portman during 'The Other Boleyn Girl', and Eva Mendes and Jaime King among others during my upcoming comic book film. Woody Allen noticed my regular intimacies with co-stars while we were editing the second movie I did with him, and tried to break me of it by toning down my love-scenes for the third, but that didn't work. I got with Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz on and off screen while making the film. Rebecca Hall and I were best friends on-screen, and became intimate off. In your face, Woody! The recollection made her laugh.

She hadn't seen too much of her 'Perfect Score' co-stars in the years since that film wrapped. Chris, who went on to play her boyfriend in 'The Nanny Diaries', had been the one exception. Scarlett hadn't seen Erika at all.

"You look good," she said to Erika, putting a hand on her arm to make sure she was real.

"Thanks," Erika replied. "You look good, too. I've been doing fine. What about you? I hear you're with Ryan Reynolds now."

Scarlett nodded. "I guess you're still not finding time for boyfriends?"

Erika chuckled. "You know me." She extended her hand, and Scarlett took it. "I'm glad I found you," Erika said. "It's been too long. I wanted to see you again."

"You just suddenly decide that?" Scarlett shook her head. "You were following me. I saw you in the restaurant. What's going on here, Erika?"

"Nothing!" Erika insisted. She released Scarlett's hand. "I just decided to end our disconnection."

"Disconnection? Is that what you call it?"

"Yeah." Erika frowned. "I thought about you and me, and I decided we were too different. I liked you, but I didn't know if I wanted to be with you again. I broke off communication with you to only the necessary, and we — we drifted apart." She finished with a sigh.

Not much of an explanation, Erika thought, but it's what I rehearsed. It has to work. I can't blame her for what happened between us. I can't even bring up specific problems, like that name she screamed that I've been pretty sure I misinterpreted all these years. I don't want her getting mad at me. Okay, she's nodding. I think it worked. Good.

"Big mistake," Scarlett said.

"Yeah," Erika agreed. "It was a real blonde moment."

Scarlett laughed. She'd had a few such moments herself. "Is that why you changed your hair?"

"This?" Erika fingered one of her dyed tresses and laughed along. "No, I put it back like this for my costume. I've been experimenting with different hair colors."

"It looks good on you. I've gone back to my natural color."

"I noticed." Erika patted her head. "I saw you in 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona' last month. You were great."

Scarlett smiled. "I have 'The Spirit' coming out at Christmas. I think you'll love it."

"I'm waiting for it." Erika returned Scarlett's grin. After swinging, pulp comic books were her favorite secret vice.

"You have anything new coming out soon?"

"Yeah, 'Veronika Decides to Die.' It'll be out in the spring of next year, probably."

"What?" Scarlett gaped, recognizing the title of one of her favorite psychological thriller novels. "They made a movie of that? Why didn't I know about it? Did you get the lead?"

Erika shook her head. "That went to Sarah Michelle Gellar. I'm the girl who suffers from depression and panic attacks."

"I see," Scarlett said. "I'm betting you and Sarah are good friends now."





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Erika nodded. "Very good. You know me." Sarah's role in their movie had been her most emotionally intense since 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', and helping her recover her skills at that aspect of acting had given Erika much pretense for them to get close. Soon Sarah had become yet another girlfriend of Erika's who had an open marriage. Erika was looking forward to seeing her again the next time she was in New York.

"No, I don't know you." Scarlett sighed and stepped back. "It's been five years. How did you find me?"

Erika made a hand gesture. "Doug Ramsay from London says hi. So do Esperanza and Big Cyndi at Sapphic Rock."

"Oh my," Scarlett gaped. She looked around before returning the gesture, worried who might be watching them. Keira and Rachel had inducted her into the secret society known as the Friendship, but she was still getting used to its many benefits. These included contacts in almost every city on Earth and many services, from arranging escorts and hotel rooms to the quick return of stolen cars.

The people Erika had named were high-ranking members of the organization. Scarlett knew them well. Doug Ramsay ran a nightclub in London that was part of an international entertainment network. Esperanza and Cyndi were an ex-wrestler lesbian couple who ran its sister club in Los Angeles. The network also included several massage parlors, restaurants, bars, discos, and hotels. The Friendship's members came from all walks of life and included many celebrities. Scarlett had often found herself surprised by other members' identities since she joined.

"How long have you been in?" she asked.

"About seven years," Erika answered. "Geena initiated me, with the help of my parents and Isaac Hayes." She sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't come up to you before. I wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing me."

"I'm glad to see you," Scarlett replied. She stepped close to Erika and touched her hair, then her shoulder. 

I am glad to see you, Scarlett thought. I missed you. I realize that now. I missed you, and now that you're back, I want to fix our past. I want to have with you what I have with Keira and the others. Please tell me there's a way. She wanted to embrace the other woman and voice all her thoughts, but she stopped herself. They were in public. Even if the years since their last meeting had not been there, they could not get intimate here and now.

Erika was eager for such a reunion, though. She smiled and hugged Scarlett, who laughed as she returned the embrace. Their time apart weighed heavy on each woman's mind, but now they knew it was nothing. They were good friends, past and present. There had been no real reason for them to end their relationship. Scarlett and Erika could both comfortably acknowledge this now.

"I'm sorry," Erika told Scarlett, tightening their hug. "I'm sorry for everything. I always loved you. I just stopped letting myself show it. It was a damned fool thing to do."

"Yes, it was," Scarlett agreed. She wanted to kiss Erika, but she couldn't. Even though this girl needs kissing badly, she thought. She needs it often, and by someone who knows how.

She became aware Erika was sobbing against her shoulder. Damn, Scarlett thought. She really did miss me as much as I missed her. God help me, I will fix this tonight. I will never let her leave me again!

"Are you free for the rest of the night?" she asked her friend, beaming as she broke their embrace and stepped back. An impulse in her mind warned Scarlett that maybe she shouldn't take Erika home with her, but she pushed the thought down before it could get coherent. She was the impatient one now, since they were together again. "Please tell me you are."

"I'm free," Erika said with a smile. The meeting had gone better than she hoped. Scarlett wanted to catch up, and she did too. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine," Scarlett replied. "Your car will be safe here; the owner's a mutual friend. My apartment isn't too far."

Erika gave a playful laugh. "You sure you don't want to go out and do some trick or treating?"

Scarlett returned the laugh and shook her head. "Your leaving me was the trick. Tonight will be the treat."

The two women continued to talk with one another as they got into Scarlett's Honda and she pulled out. They exchanged many laughs as Scarlett drove. They discussed things they had done since they last saw one another, movies they had made, and people they had gotten to know. The Sly Fox song Erika had heard in the restaurant came on the car's radio, and they sang along with it. The tune was supposed to be an inspirational anthem about being the best person you can, but to intimate couples it had another theme. They were both anxious to celebrate it.

"Let's go all the way!" they sang with the band. "Let's go all the way! We can make a better day. Let's go all the way!"

Motley Crue's new rap hit, 'Saints of Los Angeles', came on next. The two women sang along to that song too, both wondering if it was about anyone they knew. Gang members or celebrities, Los Angeles had modern saints in spades.

After a few blocks of travel, they arrived at Scarlett's apartment. It was a small single bedroom near the west end of Morningside Park. Erika smiled at Scarlett as they entered, and complimented her on the apartment's immaculate condition. Her own place was always a mess.

I'm glad no one saw our reunion, Scarlett thought. The tabloids would be going crazy. Neither Erika nor I would discuss this with them, but that wouldn't stop them from speculating. I know my career doesn't need the rumors a public display same-sex relationship would bring. Erika probably wouldn't want such rumors either, even if she does have more experience hiding such relationships. Oh well, Scarlett laughed to herself. It doesn't matter what they think anyway. We're going to do this.

She made sure to lock the apartment door behind them, then turned back to Erika and embraced her. The fire in their kisses alerted both women that they would not make it as far as the bedroom. Scarlett motioned Erika towards the living room's green felt couch.

The other girl followed her lead, dropping her jacket as they moved. Scarlett grabbed one of Erika's imitation guns out of its holster and snickered as she aimed it at her. Erika drew the other and aimed it right back at Scarlett. "Bang!" they said in unison, and then threw the weapons aside.

Erika gasped as Scarlett embraced and kissed her again. Scarlett trailed her lips over her old friend's throat and neck, pushing her tongue against each. She paused after doing so and removed her fangs. They were getting in the way, and unlike real vampires she didn't need them to feed and create pleasure. She discarded them before grabbing Erika once more.

Scarlett stepped out of her shoes as they kissed, and then shoved Erika down onto the couch. Erika raised her left foot when she landed and pushed her boot off. Scarlett helped her remove the other. The two women then took off their gloves, wanting to feel their bare hands against each other's skin. Erika threw aside her belt and holsters next. Scarlett pulled down the zipper on Erika's outfit and smiled when she saw the blue push-up bra and panties beneath. "Not as optimistic this time?"

"The costume alone wasn't enough support," Erika said with a shrug. She unzipped the back of Scarlett's dress, and then broke their embrace to stand up and take off her one-piece leather bodysuit. Scarlett admired her body as it was revealed. She then stood up and pushed her dress off her shoulders. It fell into a puddle of red at her feet. She let Erika gaze upon her exposed nudity for a long instant, then stepped out of the fabric and kicked it away.

"You're not wearing underwear," Erika observed. "Thought you might get lucky tonight?"

"I did!" Scarlett replied with a laugh. "No more talk."

She took Erika in her arms and pulled the other woman's lips back to hers. They rubbed each other's bodies as they kissed. The heat between them was a rising phoenix. Crying out, they fell back onto the couch and nested against one another, each caressing and holding the other close.

Erika put her hands on Scarlett's chest and rubbed her breasts. Scarlett chuckled at the attention. She kissed Erika's forehead, then pushed her back. She put her hands on Erika's bra. Erika nodded and raised her arms. Scarlett pulled the garment off her. Her hard globes jiggled, their confinement was removed.

Scarlett tossed the bra aside, and then turned back to Erika and hugged her. She rubbed the other woman's tits against her own. Their nipples grew harder as they dueled. Their cunts and thighs were also rubbing against one another, and growing hotter and wetter as the embrace went on.

Scarlett's blonde hair shook as they made out, mingling with Erika's red. The light coming through the room's Venetian blinds played off their skin, adding color to the paleness. Memories of what the other liked came back to each woman, and they followed the suggestions. Erika's head moved to Scarlett's breasts, and she fondled and pinched one with her fingers while her mouth nipped and sucked the other. Scarlett caressed Erika's back and shoulders, lingering on the sensitive areas. She then pushed the other woman down into the couch cushions and rubbed her legs. 

The other girl's body shook with every caress. Her motions increased as Scarlett got closer to her core. "I'll let you be first this time," Scarlett said. Erika beamed and went limp in anticipation.

Scarlett extended her tongue and licked Erika's pussy through her panties. Erika shivered and put her fingers in Scarlett's hair. She moaned and gasped as Scarlett continued to lick, and tickled the other woman's curls. Scarlett fondled her thighs and slapped the side of Erika's bottom.

"That's for leaving me!" she said. She slapped Erika's bottom a second time. "That's for making me wait so long to be with you again." She whacked her opposite hip. "That's for denying me threesomes with you and the guys. And this —" Scarlett pulled Erika's panties down and speared two fingers into her blonde slit. "This is for returning to me. Thank you." She twisted the fingers back and forth inside Erika, hitting every point of pleasure she remembered and a few that were new.

"Thank you!" Erika replied between bites of her lips. "I'm sorry for everything."

"You've said that enough," Scarlett told her. "You're forgiven!" She pushed Erika back down into the couch and kept caressing her cunt. When Erika's gasps hit a crescendo, Scarlett withdrew the fingers and replaced them with her tongue. Erika wailed as Scarlett licked her, kicking off her panties. She pushed the other woman's face into her core and rubbed Scarlett's hair.

"Augh!" she screamed. She shook as her juices jetted into Scarlett. Longing for this had been building throughout the evening, and now all the sadness over what had happened between them was gone. Erika let her passion rise and flare, whirling like a dervish on the couch as she came. Scarlett lapped up her secretions, then moved her face back to Erika's lips and kissed her.

"You still taste great," she said.

Erika laughed. She then grabbed Scarlett and rolled their bodies into a position where Erika was dominant. She kissed her way down Scarlett's body, licking and fondling every nerve.

"It really was a mistake leaving you," Erika said between nips. "Let me prove to you how sorry I am."

Scarlett nodded, giving her encouragement with twitches and moans. She clasped the couch cushions with her hands as Erika caressed her, pushing her pleasure down as it threatened to rise. Erika got past the wall just as she had before, varying her tactics and never letting up. Scarlett's hands returned to her body and started stroking it. She ran her hands through Erika's hair, scratched her neck and shoulders. Erika's mouth left Scarlett's breasts and traveled down to her cunt. Scarlett opened her legs, and Erika dove inside.

Still so nice and sweet, Erika mused, tasting Scarlett's juice. Why did I ever let myself leave her? We could have had so much fun together during the rest of our movie, with each other and the guys. Oh well, I suppose I might not have gotten this reunion then. It's worth the price. She pushed Scarlett's thighs apart, preventing them from clenching hard around her head.

The other woman shook harder as Erika kept licking her. Erika rubbed her thighs and ass, and then moved her hands up Scarlett's torso and back to her breasts. Scarlett grabbed Erika's palms and pushed them against her nipples. "The girls have missed you," she said. Erika took the hint and pinched her tits hard.

A few more licks and squeezes, and Scarlett climaxed. She screamed and gyrated, pulling Erika against her. Her friend moved up on her body and kissed her neck, then her cheeks, and then her lips. "How was that?" she asked once Scarlett had settled down.

"Perfect," Scarlett replied, thinking again of Erika's costume. "Thank you." She took hold of Erika's shoulders and pulled the other woman's body hard against hers. They shook with one another and resumed their caresses, the heat between them overpowering. Their hearts hammered, every beat matched by a sigh.

Suddenly another loud beating stopped them. What the heck? Scarlett thought as she heard it. Did I forget about something?

The apartment door was unlocked and pushed open, and she realized she had. Ryan Reynolds stood in the doorway, looking jetlagged and clutching a suitcase. His brown hair and suit were rumpled. He saw the state his fiancée was in, and a shocked expression came over his face.

"Scarlett!" he gasped, dashing over the apartment threshold. Ryan dropped his suitcase, then pulled his key out of the door and slammed it behind him. "What the hell —?" He looked at Erika and frowned, trying to place her. He spun back to the door and locked it, then turned and looked them over again.

"Um, hello," Erika stammered, surprised by his appearance.

Scarlett was surprised also, but she calmed herself down. Ryan knows about my swinging, she thought. He's never caught me doing it before, but he knows. We keep ourselves open, since like most movie star couples we're often apart. I've sometimes wondered what he really thinks about that.

Time to find out, she decided with a laugh.

"Welcome home, darling," she said. "This is Erika, an old friend of mine." Scarlett kissed Erika, who sensed her decision and grinned. "She's been giving me something she owed me. Would you like to join us?"

The 'Van Wilder' actor stared at them for a moment and then shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta let your heart lead you," Ryan said with a smile and began taking off his clothes.

***

The End.



Rekindled



It had been nearly twenty years since I had seen Rex and Dru. Actually the last time I had seen them was at my wedding. Rex had been my boss at the last firm I had worked before going out on my own. He became more than a boss, taking me under his wing...becoming a mentor and sharing his vast experience with me. I was grateful for the opportunity and became quite close to him, close enough to be my best man when I married Ellen. 

A month after our wedding, the company closed down and we parted ways...heading off for new jobs and greener pastures. We kept in contact through the years, but never found the time to get together. As I was heading up there way for an extended business trip, I decided to make the time...to drop in and visit my dear friends. Of course they invited me to stay with them at their spacious house outside of Richmond. When I arrived, they greeted me warmly and within a few hours, it felt like we hadn't been apart at all. It was a wonderful afternoon, catching up with Rex and Dru finding out how their children had turned out...and above all...how talented and brilliant their grandchildren were. I had to tease them about becoming old fogies, reminding them that they were ancient compared to my young age. Of course that got a resounding "fuck you" from both of them. Later that evening, their next door neighbors dropped by to say hello. Everyone was having such a good time, Rex and Dru decided to invite them to stay for dinner. 

Charles and Carla were about the same age as Rex and Dru, with similar Southern backgrounds and pedigrees. I decided to turn on my adopted Southern charm and complimented both women...remarking how much younger they both seemed than the two old codgers. "Too late," chirped Dru..."you already told me I was an old fogy." She grinned and gave me a rather unladylike finger, while Carla took the compliment with a delightful blush and flashing smile. Just before dinner, we found ourselves sitting together on the sofa. She took the opportunity to thank me privately. 

"Thank you, Fletcher," she whispered, cradling my arm between her ample breasts. "It's been a long time since anyone noticed me for something other than my cooking." I was a bit surprised at her remark but even more surprised when she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. She quickly pulled back when Dru called us all into dinner. I stood and offered her my hand. She took it, but made no move to get up. Instead her eyes gave me a bold once over, her eyes lingering at my crotch.. She looked up, that telltale blush on her cheeks, and stared into my eyes. "By the way, your not so bad yourself...not to mention the fact that your hands are huge." Her face turned beet red when she realized the possible interpretation of her remark. "Oh my." She laughed softly and shook her head. "Did I really say that? Let's go eat," she said laughingly.

Her remarks certainly helped my ego. I guess the daily workouts and personal trainer were worth the price. At 51, I was still in great shape, even maintaining a respectable six-pack. But poor Rex and Charles were showing the signs of rapidly becoming "dick-doo's," an old Southern expression for a man "who's belly sticks out further than his dick do." It appeared the heaviest thing they had lifted in a long time was a twelve ounce beer can. But, true to my words, Dru and Carla were both hiding their 50 plus years incredibly well. 

A few small wrinkles and tiny wisps of gray hair hinted that Dru might be over forty. Her long, dark hair was gathered up into an unruly bun, the loose wisps of hair casually framing her lovely face set off her gorgeous green eyes and pouty pink lips perfectly. She had kept her petite body taut and tan, and as always, was wearing clothes to highlight that remarkable ass of hers...one that I couldn't forget the embarrassment of smacking at a Christmas party many years ago. However, my wife, my fiancée at the time, was standing at my side during that one and only public indiscretion. And, she never let me forget. She did chalk it up to that bottle of Tequila I had managed to pretty much destroy and to this day keeps a watchful eye on me at parties. 

There was a more private side to our relationship...one that lasted till the end of the company forced us to part ways. For nearly two years, Dru had been my submissive, and we had enjoyed an unbridled exploration pf the steamy world of D/S. I was grateful that our relationship had remained secrete all these years. Accept for an occasional tryst, mostly accidental encounters with wannabe submissive women met on business trips, my life was a vanilla ice cream sundae topped with whipped cream. 

Those with a similar past understand the longing carefully locked away in my heart. Don't get me wrong, my life with Ellen was wonderful, but I often wondered what it would be like if Dru and I had remained together. I could still feel and taste that wanton bitch, who, with a single command or the crack of my hand across her upturned cheeks, could morph from the shy and devoted wife of another to my insatiable whore whose sole purpose in life was to satisfy my vile cravings. Yes...I missed her...that lifestyle...a leopard never really changes its spots. Perhaps in another life I might spend my days plowing her tight, petite body with my god given and gratefully received eleven inches; yes, my hands really are huge. 

Carla, on the other hand was the consummate "big Southern blond." Nothing about her was chiseled, sharp or hard edged. Everything was smooth, gently rounded and ripe. I could only imagine what she looked like in her twenties...a walking wet dream that produced a forest of wood where ever she was. She was tall, our eyes almost even when I looked into them. Like Dru, there were those little wrinkles and wisps of gray, but her hair was long, pulled back casually with strands of hair escaping to float gracefully about her face. Her body had a mature fullness perfectly sculpted by time.

The lushness of her body even made her simple, flowing summer dress seem erotic. When the light was right, you could see the shadowy form of her huge breasts, gently fettered by her bra...thin straps and a narrow back made it clear she wore it for modesty not for support. I was surprised she wore a thong, uncharacteristic of a woman her age. I could only envy Charles...trying to picture myself with those long, tan legs wrapped around my neck, my hands under her lush hips, as I pounded my cock in and out of her body. I was delighted to meet her, but grateful she lived in Richmond. She was far too tempting, though I had to assume her breeding made her an unlikely candidate for an affair.

The unbalanced seating arrangement placed me across from Carla. Nevertheless, I enjoyed watching her graceful movements during the meal. The conversation was delightful, and by meals end, I was enchanted with this unattainable woman. Finally, like most good things, the evening came to an end. We hugged each other goodbye more like old friends than new acquaintances. Before going to bed, Rex asked if I would like to play golf the next day. Charles, Rex and two other friends were heading up to Culpepper to play a course they had heard was top shelf. I begged off, not being much of a golfer and that I would really appreciate the time to rest for my upcoming week. He understood completely, apologizing for not being able to cancel his plans, but warned me..."You are going to be stuck with the girls." 'Rats,' I thought, almost laughing out loud. To think I would be stuck in the company of two lovely women instead of being out with four pot-bellied old men. 

I was more tired than I had imagined. I was out the moment my head hit the pillow. When I finally managed to wake up, I felt completely refreshed. It was late. I glanced at my watch and discovered it was past 9:30. I hurriedly stepped into the bathroom to start my SSS routine and discovered a note taped to the mirror. "Be back later in the afternoon...have an emergency at the hospital that needs my attention. Carla has volunteered to babysit an will probably have breakfast ready when you get there. Just let yourself in, she is expecting you...Dru."

It took little less than a half hour before I was walking into Carla's kitchen. "That had better be you Fletcher, or I am in deep trouble." She laughed, turning to look back over her shoulder, flashing me a smile before returning to the task at hand on stove. "Coffee's to your right...pour me a cup, will you...cream and three sugars, Sugar." She laughed lightly. "I hope you understand Southern," she quipped. I laughed and moved towards the coffee pot which was completing its last gurgle and hiss.  

"I would be delighted ma'am," drawing out the words in my best Andy Griffith voice. 

"Smart ass," she growled, laughing as she stirred the wonderful smelling food in her frying pan. I took the moment to make sure she was as beautiful as I had thought last night. Quite a change from last night, I thought. From the back, she appeared more like a young, free spirit of the younger generation instead of a grandmother of four. She was wearing a loose tank top that ended about half way down her back. It was a bright yellow, matching one of the many colors contained in her long, floral patterned skirt than hung low on her lush hips. It was made of that swishy material that flutters around a womans body like a swarm of bees, lighting on any surface they wished to reveal. Her bare feet completed her mother earth look...a look free enough to bring back images of that time long ago.

"There," she declared. "This can sit until I have my cup of coffee." She turned the stove off and spun around, her skirt flaring in a wide arc. She placed her hands on her hips and raised one eyebrow and grimaced her face in a mock scowl. "It had better be ready buster...you don't want me mad before my first cup of coffee." She grinned and walked over, poising herself on a stool as she accepted her cup. She took a sip and purred. "I don't know what I would do without this stuff." She paused and grinned at me over her cup. "Hi." I grinned back.

"Hi. Great coffee. And by the way, you look absolutely enchanting...positively dangerous." I paused and cocked my head slightly, curious as to her reaction. There was that blush again. She squinted her eyes a bit and shifted them away from mine. 

"You're not just saying that are you...I can tell you can be quite the charmer?" she asked, her voice almost sounding she was afraid to hear the answer. I laughed in honest amazement. 

"Hardly," I replied. "And why on earth would you ask that...you must have at least one mirror in this house?" I could tell she was pleased at my reply, but she got quiet before answering my question. 

"Charles," she replied flatly. "He thinks I'm being silly when I dress like this...that I am acting silly...too young he says." I had to laugh again, shaking my head in dismay. I paused for a moment, thinking if I should be frank or cautious, realizing she would probably slap my face if she knew what I was thinking. "Come on," she growled. "Out with it...I know you are thinking how to be polite and not hurt my feelings." I could tell she was teasing somewhat, fishing perhaps...but I could sense a tiny bit of trepidation. 

"I hope I don't offend you. But, woman...if I were Charles...I wouldn't be out banging a little white ball around the countryside at this moment." I could hear the breath rushing into her lungs as she gasped. She bit her lip to keep from grinning, then finally gave up letting it spread across her face. 

"Breakfast?"

"Sure. I am starving." 

We were certainly in a strange mood as we ate our food. Teasing each other, laughing, talking politics and above all else, not daring to confront the white elephant in the room. Unfortunately, it got bigger and bigger as we sat there. After eating, I helped her clean up then waited patiently while she put the dishes into the washer. When she was done, I poured us another cup of coffee. We sat in those same stools making small talk until she started to chuckle.

"Damn you, Fletcher...you are awful," she said laughing. "All I can think about is my husband chasing this little white ball all over the place. He is a terrible golfer, you know." There were tears flowing down our cheeks when we finally stopped laughing. She looked at me, nervously biting her lip, her eyes smiling. "Did you mean it?" I nodded yes. She slid off her stool and moved between my knees, sliding her arms up around my shoulders, her lips a hairs breadth away from mine. "Then you'd better be worth it, buster."

Our first kiss began with a tenderness and feeling of honest desire I hadn't experienced in a long, long time. We were seventeen again, like Toby Keith had written, full of life and passion that nearly all of us let slip away as we grow older. There were no games, none of the coyness that defines seduction. In seconds, we were clawing each other through our clothes and our kiss grew wet and hungry as each of us fed on the others mouth. Our tongues swirled and parried, plunging and tasting as we reinvented the kiss. Suddenly she stopped and turned, grabbing my hand to take me with her. I stopped her and pulled her back into my arms.

"Where are you going?" 

"I thought...didn't you want to go to bed?" She seemed embarrassed that she had presumed too much...as if my answer could some how be no. I slid from my stool and pushed her back against the counter, staring at the confusion in her eyes and slowly unbuckling my belt.

"Only if we are gong to sleep," I replied. Her eyes widened as I tugged my zipper down and began to push down my jeans. 

"Here?" Her tone showing her disbelief. "In the kitchen?" Then she gasped. "Oh my God," she whispered, as my cock came into view. "Oh my God,." I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. "Oh my God." Instinctively she turned and placed her hands on the cold granite and leaned forward. I flipped her skirt up over her hips and ripped her tiny thong panties off, tossing them onto the counter. "Oh God...Oh my God." I moved closer, pressing my loins against her beautiful ass, letting my cock press up against her pussy. "Oh God...Oh God," she whimpered, panting and trembling. I bent my knees slightly, finding the right spot, then shoved my hips upward. "OH...MY...GOD," she screamed, grunting loudly as I buried every turgid inch of my cock inside her womb. 

I gripped her smooth hips tightly, savoring that first penetration, the wet flesh closing around my cock like a vise, sheathing me with her cuntal walls. "You are incredible," I growled, nuzzling the side of her neck. "You have no idea how good you're pussy feels." She whimpered and pushed her ass back, driving my cock even deeper into her hungry cunt, squeezing my cock even harder. 

"Oh my God...Oh my God. It's so big...oh God. Oh god....fuck me. Yesssssssssssss," she hissed as my hips began to work back and forth, pumping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. I looked down at her delicious bottom, loving the look of those white patches of skin hidden by her obviously modest bathing suit. My mouth watered when my eyes spotted her tiny pucker peeking out from the dark cleft between her cheeks. Just the thought of fucking her ass caused me to brutally slam my cock into her belly. "Oh yesssssssss, baby...god dammit...fuck me harder." She groaned as I quickened the pace, furiously pounding my throbbing cock in and out, in and out. "Harder," she screamed again and again. "Harder...harder...harder...Oh fuck...Oh God...Shit...Uh...Uh...Uhhhhhhhh. Oh God...I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming."

When her shrill, high pitched scream of ecstasy reached my ears, the only thing I could think at the moment, was thank God. I felt the first rope of cum explode from the tip of my cock into her cunt...then the next...and the next. Her body trembled and churned as her hungry cunt sucked every drop of cum from my balls. It was the most mind blowing fuck I had had in many, many years, perhaps ever. Finally, I could feel the flow of semen stop completely. I rested for a moment, then tried to push my exhausted body back. 

"Please don't," she whispered. "Please don't take it out yet." I smiled and pushed back in, gently stirring her cum filled pussy, letting my hands gently caress her buttocks. She trembled and pushed back against me, whimpering softly as I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks. 

"Does this mean you want me to fuck you again?" I taunted. 

"God yesssssssss," she hissed. "That's the first time I ever came that way...you know, with it inside me...he finishes me with his fingers." 

I felt a bit uncomfortable with her rather candid confession, but it made me realize, somewhat, why this outwardly prim and proper woman decided to fuck a man she had known less that 24 hours. She was starved for the passion and affection that was lacking at home. The word "ever" made it clear their sex life had never been anything to rave about...the fire hadn't waned so that sex had simply become nothing more than a component of their routine...it never existed. She had never truly been fucked...until this day, and her decision to stray was made in desperation to finally enjoy what she desired before life passed her by. I had to make sure she hadn't been wrong in selecting me for that honor.

"Do you really think we can find some time before you leave...to do it again?" she asked. I grinned to myself, realizing that based on her experience, we were through for the day. There was no need to embarrass her...I simply pushed my cock in deeper. She grunted, surprised by the hardness of my cock and squealed when I slapped her playfully on the ass. "My goodness," she gasped. "You hit me." She squealed again as the second slap stung her ass crisply. I watched her flesh quiver as the telltale imprint of my hand began to appear...her ass subtly moving back rather than away from me. "Why?" she whispered.

"Did you like it?" 

"Yes," she whispered. "I shouldn't, but I did."

"Then that's reason enough." I smacked her again. "Now, my sweet little whore, I want to see you naked." I pushed her away and spun her around. You could see a flash of anger in her eyes. Obviously she wasn't used to a firm hand on her ass or the strong tone in my voice. 

"Don't talk to me that way. I am not a whore, and I am beginning to think that this was a big mistake. You are hardly a gentleman." 

"I said...get naked. Now." She was nervous now...but her trembling hands moved to the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up, revealing her huge tits in tiny vignettes, until she tugged it quickly over her head and dropped it on the floor. She lifted her hands to cover herself. "I said naked...take off the skirt." She bit her lip, her glaring eyes never leaving mine, but her shaking hands slowly moved down and unfastened the one button that held her skirt together. Once opened, her skirt swished down her hips and onto the floor around her feet. She was breathtakingly beautiful. 

There had been no bra holding her trembling, pear shaped breasts. Their milky whiteness contrasted sharply with the deep tan of her body. Me eyes moved up and down her body, taking in every detail of her lush form as I slowly removed my own clothing. Finally, we stood before each other, completely naked, staring into each other's eyes. She refused to look down at my cock.

"Look at it, Carla," I commanded. "Take a good look at what you do to me." She glanced down but quickly moved her eyes back to mine. "I said look at it, or are you afraid to know what you do to a man...afraid to know how incredibly beautiful you are." Her eyes moved slowly, but finally lighted on my throbbing cock. This time her eyes didn't move away. I reached down and gripped it firmly, wrapping my fingers around its girth and pumping it slowly. She gasped at the sight of it and began to lick her lips. "See, Carla...this is what YOU do to a man. And this man won't be happy until I fuck you again...and again...and again, in every hole. They are going to be raw and sore...your body is going to ache, exhausted from the fucking you are going to get." She was whimpering, almost frightened as her emotions began to surge. Her breath grew shallow and tears began to run down her cheeks. 




Rekindled



"Now tell me, Carla...don't you really want to be my whore? Don't you really want to do all those wicked things you dream about when you lay there, touching yourself after he has gone asleep?" Her eyes instantly moved up to mine. I could tell my words had hit a nerve, but I continued to press her. "Come on, tell me." She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head yes. "Say it, woman. I want to hear you say it.

"Yes," she whispered.

"All of it," I commanded. 

"Yes...I want to be your...whore." I don't know why I made her submit in such a way. Perhaps it was the "Imp of the Perverse." But, something inside me needed to hear those words, to confirm my dominance of this woman. Of course, I shouldn't have. She belonged to another man...I belonged to another woman. But I didn't care. I wanted more than just a fuck from this sweet bitch. I wanted more than just using her own cravings to satisfy mine...I wanted to own this lusty woman. My cock was painfully hard...I couldn't wait a moment longer. I needed to take her again...I needed to take what had suddenly become mine. 

I moved forward and crushed her body against mine, kissing her hungrily, with a need that scared me. I placed my hands around her waist and turned her, pushing her back against the kitchen table and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. I slid between her widespread knees and kissed her again. It was as fiery as before...but more needy, shouting out our increasing desire. I moved my mouth to the side of her neck, nuzzling, licking and tasting her flesh. Wherever my tongue moved, it left a glistening trail of saliva on her skin, as if marking the way out of the forest to grandma's. My tongue slid along the line of her jaw, down the center of her neck and into the warmth between her heaving breasts. Her scent was intoxicating, a potent mixture of sexual pheromones mixed with an exotic perfume, dabbed strategically between her breasts. She leaned back and lifted her billowy tits, her overflowing hands bringing her swollen nipples to my lips. 

They were erotic and irresistible berries, deliciously thick and ripe, surrounded by palm sized circles of succulent, rose colored flesh. "Yesssssssssssss," she hissed, as I devoured each beautiful, pink nipple in turn, her moans and sighs growing louder and louder, only relinquishing the stage to a breathy gasp of pain and pleasure each time I bit her tender flesh. Of course my mouth moved down, to its inevitable destiny, and with every inch I drew closer to her pussy, her body tensed a little bit more. I could smell the scent of her sex as my tongue circled then probed her belly button. She stiffened as my tongue traced over the gentle curve of her belly, then her breath stopped as my tongue paused a breath away from her clit. I teased her, barely touching her skin as the tip of my tongue scribed an arc to the left into the moist hollow at the top of her thigh. I moved my mouth back and forth, from one thigh to the other, never touching her puffy lips, always teasing but never touching. I reached up and gently pushed her back, but she resisted and tried to scoot away from me.

"Please...not there Fletcher," she pleaded. "It's messy...so dirty...please. I've never..." She stopped and turned her head away, embarrassed at the truth. I brought her head back to face me. 

"Hush," I whispered gently. "Remember what you said, woman. Remember who you are...my whore. Remember?" She whimpered and turned away again. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, moving my lips to her ear. "I want you to tell me...what you dream about when you touch yourself. I want you to tell me all the wicked things you've wanted to do. Let that whore inside you tell me what you've dreamed about." Her body shuddered. 

"Please...no Fletcher," she pleaded. "Don't make me do this." I took her hand and pulled it down to my cock, wrapping her fingers around it. 

"Don't you want this again, baby...don't you want this in that sweet pussy of yours?" I slid my hand down and pushed two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. She moaned, instinctively moving her hips to meet my hand.

"Yesssssssssssss," she gasped, her eyes closing to hide her shame. 

"Well...what is it, my little whore?" She opened her eyes, soft gasps stifling her tears, teeth tightly clenched as if afraid to speak. 

"Eat me," she whispered, lowering her head, swallowing her defeat. She raised her head, breathed deeply and stared unflinchingly into my eyes. "Eat me," she growled, leaning back onto her elbows, lifting her feet up onto the table. "Eat me...please." Her trembling lips morphed into a snarling smile as she spread her knees wide open. 

She screamed the instant my tongue touched her clit. It is hard to describe what I witnessed. Was it the earth shattering climax that creates legends...perhaps. But, this was more...far more. It was if a hoard of demons, suppressed for untold years were released from captivity...taking hold of their captor, possessing her soul and creating a new creature, molded from wanton lust and unbridled desire. Her hips lifted upward as her hands pulled my head roughly against her pulsing cunt. She growled and churned her hips, grinding them against my face with a frightening madness as her orgasm washed over her body. 

"Eat your whore's cum filled cunt," she screamed. "Eat me, god dammit. Oh fuck. Sweet Jesus." The words poured out of her mouth...a shocking stream of pornographic dialog that would have singed her ears at any other time, now were uttered so easily...words that inflamed my own perverse, carnal desires. I fed on her flesh like a starving man, as if afraid this was my last meal for eternity. The curious mixture of my semen and her own viscous fluids blended into a potent aphrodisiac, creating a hunger for more and spawning images in my mind of the two of us exploring the vilest of sexual perversions. 

"Oh god, Fletcher, I love it...god, I love it, you sweet bastard." Her body seemed as if it was on fire, jerking and pumping, twisting and thrashing, trying to free herself of the burning heat that threatened to consume her flesh. "Yesssssssss, baby...that's it. Drink it...you filthy fucker. Here some more, baby." I felt her body tense as she squeezed out a flood of hot juices into my mouth. I only licked harder and deeper, swallowing as fast as I could to keep from losing even the tiniest drop. "Oh yesssssssss, baby. Oh shit. Don't stop...god don't stop. Fuck...I'm cumming again." I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as possible, and tongue fucked her through her powerful orgasm. Finally, she began to calm down. 

I took a moment to catch my breath, pulling my face back and staring at her swollen pussy lips, red and glistening from my oral assault. My eyes followed the oozing slit down to that sweet pucker between her cheeks. Of course I couldn't resist, and the moment the tip of my tongue pushed into the crinkly ring, she shrieked and dug her nails into my shoulders. "Jesus Christ, you nasty fuck. You've got your tongue inside my ass...fuck...you're eating my ass. Oh fuck." With each new and wanton sexual act, her lust reach a higher level. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I had met mere hours before. In the back of my mind, I knew that fate had cast an element into my life that could lead me down a dangerous path. All of us have embers of wickedness smoldering in our souls that we contain in a cage of righteousness. But by unlocking that cage within her soul, she became the key to my own. As I thrust my tongue deeper into her bowels, savoring my first taste of her gritty tartness, I could feel the door opening. 

"Oh my god," she screamed. "Your filthy, little whore loves it. Eat my ass you wicked, wicked man...it belongs to you, baby...it belongs to you. Eat it, baby...fuck...eat your bitch's ass, baby...that's it. That's it...oh yesssssssss, oh fuck...oh god, not again...oh shit...oh shit...I'm cumming again...fuck...I can't stop cumming." Without thinking, I pulled my head away and pressed the tip of my cock against her anus. Her eyes snapped open, widening in surprise, then rolling back in excruciating pain as I plunged my throbbing cock into her ass. A low growl slowly escaped her lips as she lay there...like an animal stunned by a hunter's bullet. Then, with almost imperceptible movements, she began to stir. Her eyes crept open and her mouth relaxed. She smiled weakly and clenched her ass, squeezing my cock with her rectal muscles. As she looked at me, her smile strengthened, broadening to a wicked grin...her hips began to churn with an agonizing slowness. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. I pulled back and thrust again. "Fuck me," she whispered again. I thrust harder. "Fuck me," she begged. I thrust deeper and harder. "Fuck me...fuck me," she chanted, her words becoming the rhythm for our erotic dance. Her legs slithered up my body, locking behind my neck as her hips curled upward off the table. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me," she screamed, the rhythm increasing to a frantic pace. Our bodies pounded into each other, harder and harder. The room spun around us, reeking with the scent of sex, rocking with each collision of bodies out of control...reeling back and forth as it tried to keep from flying off the face of the planet. Her words became a single word, merging like dashes on a highway below the wheels on a racing car. Every nerve in my body was tingling, the skin on my cock stretched like a rubber band ready to break as I strained to find some hidden place inside her bowels. 

When it came...it was like no other. My guts were pulled inside out as her hungry ass sucked every drop of cum from my aching balls. I could hear it splashing into her dark, throbbing anal passage...see the sparks of current behind my eyes as my nerve endings overloaded with pleasure. 

When it passed...it was the eye of the hurricane, eerie, calm, yet foreboding of another storm. Whether it was minutes or hours later, I didn't know. But, we finally returned to earth. I pushed myself up straight, letting her limbs spring back from her chest and rest comfortably on my shoulders. The backs of her beautiful legs magically conformed to the contours of my body, the touch far more intimate than the furious coupling of genitals we had just experienced. I was surprised that my cock, was still hard, reluctant to leave the warmth of her cum filled bowels. There is nothing like the feeling...something only someone who has been there can really appreciate. I turned my face to kiss the side of her calf and gently stroked the front of her thighs...every inch of her skin was incredibly smooth. She took good care of herself. I wondered if I had missed any sensual detail of her body in my haste to consume this woman and looked down, taking the time to study every magnificent part of her sensual form. She seemed to feel my gaze. She opened her eyes and smiled, taking a deep breath. 

"Thank you, you delicious man. That was incredible, dirty and wicked...nearly perfect," she whispered. 

"Nearly perfect?" I teased, feigning anger through my smile. "That is definitely up for debate." She laughed and squeezed my cock with those incredible anal muscles of hers.

"OK...OK. It was perfect...but don't let your head swell." I flexed my cock and she grinned broadly. "Well...maybe that one," she chirped, laughing again. A slight thrust made her gasp. Her face became serious and she looked up at me with a look of concern in her eyes. "Was I any good? You know I've never...." I hushed her with a finger gently placed against her lips. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhush...don't be silly, woman." I slowly churned my hips, letting my cock gently stir her cum filled bowels. "You were magnificent" She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, squirming a little tighter against my loins. "I want to fuck you again," I whispered. She giggled softly and grinned up at me, her eyes flirting mischievously.

"I think you already are." I laughed and teasingly slapped her hip. "Ouch," she squealed and giggled again. "By the way...don't you ever get soft?" 

"Sometimes...but this is all your fault. Would you like me to take it out?" I asked, pumping a little faster. 

"Don't you...fucking dare...but, I need to know something. Is this our last time or our first time?" I reached down and began to flick my thumb back and forth over her clit. I felt her tense up and her breathing quicken. "Please...be honest. Are you going to want me again...after today?" Her hips lifted slightly to meet my strokes.

"Honestly," I stated, pausing for her reaction. Instantly her face reflected that self doubt and quickly continued. "Yes...off course I do, you little bitch, but are you sure you want that?" I drove my cock in deeper. She whimpered softly, then nodded yes. "Aren't you afraid?" She nodded again. "Afraid about what I am going to make you do...pet?" The purposeful pause made made it perfectly clear that our relationship was going to far more than friends with perks. But her reply was far more revealing. She looked at me cautiously, as if reflecting on her answer...it was simple and profound. 

"Yes...Sir." The look on her face said everything. My relationship with Dru was obviously a secret between the three of us. I couldn't keep a wry smile from my lips. "You know...don't you? She told you." I could barely hear her whisper yes. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I buried my cock fully in her bowels. "Then one more chance...yes or no?" 

"Yesssssssssssss," she hissed. "That is what I want...oh god...fuck me." There was no need for any more questions, the deal had been struck. 

I could continue, describing in great detail what happened after that moment. That really isn't necessary. Those of you who have experienced what I have, remember what that "first time" was like . Those of you who haven't, can imagine and fantasize what happened with all the freedom and perversity the privacy of your mind allows or desires. Don't be bashful, let your thoughts encompass any and all of the vile things you can conjure up...they all happened, sooner or later. 

Think of tongues and genitals and hands in places you have never imagined. Imagine acts so wicked and vile they would disgust you, but in the context of that moment, they became acceptable, normal...expressions of tenderness and affection. Imagine "owning" a woman who would do anything you desired...a woman of incredible beauty...sensual yet innocent...with a sexual desire that matches your own and the willingness to please of a whore in heat.

Our bodies were exhausted but our minds were still whirling when Dru finally came home. She found us seated on the deck of Carla's house, sipping a refreshing lemonade. When the golfers finally returned we enjoyed a delightful barbecue outside and spent the rest of the evening enjoying small talk and listening to their war stories of the days play. 

Sunday, the three of us enjoyed a leisurely breakfast...during which I learned, with a bit of cynicism in their voices, that this was Charles's and Carla's day to atone for their sins during the week. It seems they spend most of the day at church and wouldn't be home until three o'clock. I could barely contain the raucous laugh that tried to rise up from my belly. 

Charles and Carla did drop by after church. The conversation was casual, what there was of it. We men settled into football mode and spent the rest of the evening rooting for the Redskins while the women puttered about, getting drinks for us all and preparing a batch of heavy snacks that made an adequate substitute for dinner. We sat around after the game and enjoyed one last drink...tomorrow was a work day for the guys. I really didn't have to leave until late in the afternoon as my first meeting was actually on Tuesday. I wanted to get to Baltimore Monday evening to make sure I was rested and ready to go bright and early the next day. 

"Baltimore," exclaimed Carla. "Dru...didn't you want to shop the Inner Harbor to death?" They both turned to face me. I could see the light in Carla's eyes turn on.

"Want a couple of hitchhikers, buster? You are coming back through this way, aren't you Fletcher?" 

"Wednesday morning," I replied, a bit surprised at her boldness and her willingness to include Dru in the outing. Rex and Charles groaned in unison, laughingly complaining about the damage they were going to do to their credit cards with nary a suspicious look in either set of eyes. It seemed that the two of them took frequent trips to shop in more cosmopolitan cities, unaccompanied by their respective spouses on their quest to find the latest fashions. What could I say...what would their husbands say. 

"Keep them out of trouble, Fletcher," growled Rex. "If you can't do that...at least don't let them go out alone at night with their credit cards." As soon as the laughter died down, Carla dragged Charles home so she could pack and Dru disappeared into their bedroom. "I owe you big time Fletcher. I hate Baltimore." Rex grinned, slugged his drink down and headed off two bed. He laughed as he headed past me. "If they drive you crazy...send them back home on the train."

That night, visions of sugar plums danced in my head while my big brain pondered about what to do with Dru." The following morning, Rex and Charles left for work after helping us pack the car. Carla booked another room at the Marriott while Dru called a friend to cover her volunteer work at the hospital. By ten we were off, headed North towards Baltimore. 

We were checked into the hotel by five, even though we stopped for lunch and took another pit stop to stretch our legs and buy some sodas. Each time we stopped, Carla and Dru traded places. Things were so innocent and jovial, I was beginning to wonder if I had mistaken Carla's motives. Carla had managed to arrange for a suite on the top floor. Since I was two floors below, I thoughtfully placed my luggage on the bellman's cart last. As the elevator door closed, the bellman reached to press the button for my floor, but Carla gently pushed his hand aside. 

"That's alright, young man. Just take it all up to our suite." I instantly glanced at Carla. She simply stood there, staring at the little light moving from floor to floor, a soft smile on her lips. I turned my head slowly. Dru's flushed cheeks and nervous smile were only punctuation to the excitement in her eyes. I had no idea about what was going to happen, but I was anxious to find out. 

It seemed like a thousand miles from the elevator to their door. The little green light flashed, the bags were deposited in the room. It seemed like the bellman would never leave, but he took his tip and I sighed in relief when the door finally clicked with that distinctive locking sound. I turned to face them both, but before I could utter a word, Carla stepped forward and pressed her soft finger against my lips. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," she whispered. "We can talk later, OK?" I nodded yes, though still confused about what the hell was going on, but for the moment, willing to see what happed. She slipped her right arm around my waist and reached back to Dru with her left hand. Dru took it immediately and moved to us, sliding her left arm around me, completing the triangle. I needed someone to pinch me. I stood there, two beautiful woman in my arms, their eyes shamelessly filled with longing and desire...all of us willing to forget some very important things. 

Our first kiss was loving and tender. But it didn't take long for our passion to rise, as lips and tongues wetly intertwined to create the most erotic moment of my life. Time was erased as Dru's tongue pushed into my mouth and Saturday's lust was instantly rekindled as hands moved over warm flesh, reconfirming old and reaffirming new commitments forged mere hours ago. With eyes and lips so close, the alert can recognize tiny details that belie a truth reluctantly and unnecessarily concealed. Everything made sense. "Go ahead," I whispered. "Enjoy yourselves...it's simply icing on the cake." That caught in the cookie jar look quickly disappeared as they noticed my smile, but they remained motionless, tentative, not completely sure about what I meant. I raised my hands and gently turned their faces to each other's. "I'm not stupid, my little sluts." Both blushed in an instant, but their mouths opened hungrily to accept their first public kiss. The moment was priceless but brief. The resounding noise of my hands angrily slapping their lovely asses followed by their gasps and squeals ended it abruptly. 




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"Don't you ever scheme, lie or play these games with me again," I growled. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?" They turned to face me, almost like school girls being chastised by the head master...hands held together, a soft pout on their lips as they looked up at me, their heads hanging down in shame. "You should know better, Dru. Did you forget everything I ever taught you?" I could see she on the verge of tears...afraid their little scheme had gone too far...worried that the truth about their relationship could some how turn me away. She tried to answer but the words seemed frozen in her throat. Carla squeezed her hand, trying to help her lover...afraid to speak out and compound the mess they were in. I didn't want that...I had never been into pain, contrived anger, humiliation...or stupidity. My god, look what had been offered to me. "I guess having each other will help you remain faithful to your master when he is not around." My little grin and fained scowl finalized my absolution. 

"It works with our husbands," mumbled Carla. I was beginning to really love that woman. It took a good ten minutes for all of us to stop laughing, then a silence filled the room as we stood there staring at each other, anticipation written all over our faces. But before we took the obvious next step, I had to ask.

"Are you sure you two can handle this...two of you...one of me?" There was no hesitation. They both nodded their heads and smiled. Carla stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest, sliding them up slowly until they were behind my neck. She looked up then kissed me deeply. 

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, moving her lips to my ear. "I meant every word I said, Sir...I do belong to you...and Dru... has never stopped belonging to you. This trip made everything perfect...we would have come to you sooner or later." She paused for a moment and nuzzled my neck. "She's in heat, Sir...has been since the moment you arrived." She giggled softly. "We were together Saturday night...your little whore licked your cum right out of my pussy. I looked at Dru...she was carefully listening to every word we were saying. She simply stood there, nervously biting her lip, her cheeks deeply flushed...not saying a word. I was delighted to see she hadn't lost all of her shyness...a trait that made her endearing. "Please, Sir...fuck her...she needs it so badly." 

"Is that true, Drucilla? Do you need to get fucked by your Master?" She nodded, licking her lips, her breath quickening in anticipation. What Carla had said was true...she still belonged to me. You could see it in her eyes...the way they smoldered with desire...the tightening of her muscles. "Then show me how wet you are, Pet...now." Without taking her eyes away from mine, she slowly unbuttoned her dress. It slid from her shoulders, falling to gather around her waist. She hooked her thumbs under her dress at her sides and pushed it down over her hips. It slithered into a heap around her feet. She smiled, and reached up behind her head and freed her long tresses, shaking her head until they flowed down swirled around her neck and shoulders. "Isn't she beautiful?" gasped Carla. She stood there...straight and proud...before her master...knowing fully how much I delighted in her nakedness. Even now, she still had the body of a young girl. 

I let my gaze cascade down over her body. Her breasts were still perfection...they had gotten a bit fuller, riper, adding to their sensuality. They stood out proudly from her chest, capped with sweet, suckable nipples, already hardened with excitement. The softly carved furrow just below her breast bone guided your eyes down to her deeply inset belly button...the hollow centered in her smooth, washboard flat belly. I couldn't help licking my lips as I finally fixed my eyes on her childishly smooth pussy. I wanted to drink the glistening juices that weeped from her slit. 

I felt Carla's hands at my waist, unbuckling my belt then unfastening my pants. She fished her hand inside and drew my cock out. It was painfully hard, dripping with excitement. She squeezed it firmly, pumping it slowly, milking the precum from its hungry eye. She wiped the large dollop from the tip and brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. "The rest is all yours, little one," she whispered. She knelt and slipped off my shoes and socks before sliding down my pants and briefs. I stepped out of them and hurriedly removed my shirt, not wanting to let my eyes off Dru for a second. 

Dru took her turn to appraise the changes in my body...a body she had pleasured so many times before. She seemed pleased that I had not let it go fallow or get flabby. Then, without a word, she turned and walked slowly to the sofa across the room. She put one knee up on the cushions and then the other, placing her hands on the back. She leaned forward and and rolled her perfect, heart shaped ass, arching her back to emphasize the offering, silently beckoning me to come take my prize. She turned her head and stared into my eyes and with one word sent me back in time to a world that was once only ours. "Remember?" she whispered. 

I really don't remember crossing the room, but I was standing behind her, my hands around her waspish waist, the tip of my cock nestled between her puffy lips of her pussy. The foreplay had happened in our minds. "Yesssssssssssssssss," she hissed as I slowly eased every throbbing inch of my cock into her tiny cunt. Yes I remembered...that first time I felt the thick head push into her succulent flesh, spreading it open as the tip speared her, feeling it close back around me, clinging to every twist and contour of my throbbing shaft. She was so tight, it was hard to believe she was able to take all of me into her body. "Fuck me, Master," she begged. "Fuck your little one." Her words now, echoed the past, but this time I knew how it would end.

Our fucking always started slow...a grinding fuck with deep deliberate strokes...in and out...in and out...never rushing the moment, savoring every delightful sensation as if it might be our last. The power I felt each time we coupled was almost spiritual. It was endless and consuming. I looked down and watched my cock slide out, glistening with her nectar only to magically disappear once again into her wetness...in and out...in and out...the hypnotic rhythm taking hold of our souls, drawing out the demons to help us overpower the inhibitions that keep us from pure sensuality. The first slap ignited the fuse. 

"Yesssssssss..oh yesssssssss," she screamed. Each successive slap became harder and harder...her pain slowly becoming the pleasure she craved as I plunged my cock deeper and faster into her hungry womb. "Fuck your whore's cunt, Master...hurt your filthy slut. It's been too long." She drove back against me, matching each powerful thrust, impaling her dripping pussy on my shaft. "Oh god...I love your cock...fuck me good." 

I growled and pounded into her, the pace growing faster as we neared the final lap of our race. Suddenly, I felt the touch of forgotten hands, the feel of moist lips on my shoulder. My body shuddered as Carla's tongue moved down the center of my back, leaving a wet trail that ended at the tops of my buttocks. I gasped and pumped my hips faster. I felt her lips move back up to my neck and her arms circle my waist as she pressed her naked body against me. "Forgive me, Sir...I couldn't help myself," she whispered. "The devil made me do it," she purred teasingly. I smiled, but before I could speak...Dru screamed. 

"Shit...don't stop...fuck, I'm cumming." Her body shook wildly, churning and twisting as her orgasm took hold. Her hands gripped the back of the sofa so tightly her knuckles turned pure white. I wasn't close to cumming and simply pounded my cock wildly in and out of her pulsating cunt as she thrashed through her climax, whimpering and moaning in delirious pleasure. "Cum in me, Fletcher...please, baby," she begged.

"Not yet little one...not yet. You need more fucking than this." I slapped her ass then slid my hands up to her shoulders, pulling her back against me. I stopped pumping my hips and let my cock strain to fill every nook and cranny of her pussy. I slowly began to grind my loins against her ass, churning her cunt with my cock, flexing it to make it swell even larger inside her tiny fuck hole. Even though my focus was centered on pleasuring Dru, I began feel Carla's mouth moving down, her huge tits dragging across my back as her tongue made its second trip to the top of my cheeks. This time it didn't stop. 

Her tongue slid into the crack of my ass, sliding up and down the hairy crevice with broad, wet strokes as her hands kneaded my ass cheeks. The intoxicating feel of her wet tongue sent chills up and down my spine. I heard her take a deep breath right before her tongue pushed into my asshole. My body froze for a second and I instinctively clenched my cheeks. I quickly relaxed and let her spread my cheeks wide open, giving her better access to my ass. Her tongue pushed in further and began to pump in and out slowly...a rhythm my hips soon adopted, causing Dru to moan softly. Carla became more aggressive with her attack on my rectal passage. She placed her thumb on either side of the tight ring of muscle and stretched it open, allowing her tongue to plunge even deeper into its musky depths. She swirled her wet probe inside my bowels...sucking and slurping as she reamed my ass.

I was on fire and as the heat increased, the pounding of Dru's sweet cunt grew more fierce. Dru's passion matched my own. Her body twisted and turned under my vicious assault as she grew closer and closer to her second orgasm. I slapped her taut ass hard, the stinging blow almost painful to my own hand. "Yesssssssssssss," she screamed. "Hit me harder you fucking bastard...I hate you for making me love it so fucking much. Hurt me god damn it. Oh fuck." Again and again my hand cracked across her flesh, reddened by the blistering pain, so hot it glowed as if on fire. 

Carla moved with us into the our frantic state of wanton sexual delirium, sucking and licking, moaning and groaning into my ass. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of self pleasuring...wet, sloppy sounds of fingers pumping a wet cunt. A quick glance confirmed my thoughts...nothing more than a glimpse of a rhythmically moving shoulder and and arm that disappeared between her thighs...but enough proof she was heading our way. I reached up and grabbed a hand full of Dru's flowing hair and yanked her head back, slapping her ass faster and faster, keeping time to my thrusts and parries. I growled...leaning forward to sink my teeth into her shoulder, my sweaty chest against her back. That was the trigger.

"Fuck...fuck....fuck," she screamed. "Oh my fucking god." I was so close, so damn close...god, I wanted to cum with her. I almost screamed when Carla pulled back...but before I could react, her fingers filled the void in my asshole, plunging deep into my rectum. The unforgettable mixture of pain and pleasure shot through my body...cum exploded from the tip of my cock, as a eerie whine of release hissed from Carla's mouth to mix with the guttural sounds that filled the air.

You could almost feel the silence as we lay there, totally still, Dru pushed into the cushions by the weight of my body...Carla's head resting against my ass. I was the first to move...trying to gently extract my body from the pile of exhausted flesh. I finally managed to get up and stand. Dru rolled over and lay back into the sofa with Carla kneeling between her outstretched legs. Carla looked up at me and smiled. Then without a word, she rose up onto her knees and slid her hands around me to cup my cheeks, drawing me closer to her face. Dutifully, she proceeded to clean every drop of cum from my cock, leaving it sparkling clean. She sat back on her feet and licked her lips. "You two taste delicious," she whispered. 

"There's more," chirped Dru. "Lots more." She grinned mischievously then looked down between her thighs. Carla looked at Dru and chuckled.

"You little slut." Dru nodded and giggled, raising her feet from the floor and hooking them on the edge of the cushions. She spread her thighs and we all watch a flood of cum ooze from her pussy. 'It must have been a sight like this that pulled Lazarus from his grave,' I thought, as Carla leaned forward and pushed her tongue into the sea of sperm that flowed from Dru's cunt. It was truly a miracle...perhaps when I was twenty...but at my age. My cock rose from the dead. I moved slowly behind Carla and dropped to my knees. I nudged the head of my cock between her slippery folds and started to push forward when she twisted away and reached back and placed the head of my cock at her asshole. "Please, Sir...in my ass," she murmured between licks. Carla squealed in amazement.

"Master...I think you've created a monster," she teased. I laughed and pushed slowly but firmly until my cock was buried balls deep inside Carla's amazing ass. She whimpered and clenched her bowels around my cock. I couldn't help but gasp at the delicious feeling. 

"Damn, that feels good...I think I just might have to keep you two little sluts," I teased back. 

"We know." I just shook my head.



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Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. All characters appearing herein are at least eighteen, if not expressly stated. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to the address in our profile. Thank you for reading. 

Copyright 2010 by Jack and Josephine Cutter.

This story stars Todd Coulter and Vanessa Dorsey, and features Kaylee Cartwright, Lauren Rowlands, Adrienne Cooley, and Ethan Dunlar, with a special appearance by Mike Gregory.

This part contains: male-female erotic coupling, mff threesome sex, interracial, fellatio, cunnilingus, analingus, anal, showers, bathtubs, costumes, bikinis, lost opportunities, and healthy helpings of both sex and story.

This story begins post-prologue on Wednesday, October 26th. 

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It was warmth what woke him: sunlight drifting through cracks in the shutters and falling in shards across his face, stirring him out of deepest slumber. His eyes felt heavy at first and did not open, the result of an active night that ran long into the hours of morning.

His partner in such crimes was snuggled up next to him in bed, breathing steadily, her back pressed into his side, and the warmth of her body and the feel of her flesh against him were pleasurable enough diversions from his fatigue, and he rolled to drape his arm across her.

She murmured and pushed her rump into him with more force, and took his hand and drew it up between her large and wonderfully soft breasts. She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes, her mouth curved up in a lazy kind of smile.

"Good morning," she purred.

"Good morning," he replied with a smile of his own.

She wiggled against him. "This is nice," she said. "I like this."

He liked it, too, especially when she moved the way she was moving: luscious female bodies slithering against his were always well-received. "Likewise," he said simply.

They lay peacefully in silence for the next few minutes, each enjoying the feel of the other, before the woman spoke once more in a whisper that was thoughtful and contemplative. "I'm surprised it took us so long to do this," she said.

"Yes," he agreed, "but it was more than worth the wait."

She giggled. "True," she admitted, her voice low and alluring, "but, still, it would've been nice to have had more time together. College time, you know?"

He nodded. "I know. The real world awaits . . . "

"Yeah," she sighed.

"When do your parents get here?" he asked.

"Noon."

He glanced at the clock: ten-thirty in the morning. "That doesn't leave us much time," he told her.

She grinned wickedly. "Enough," she said simply, and he felt a familiar stirring in his loins.

The woman slipped from the bed and rose to her feet. She was naked and the room was light enough to allow him to gaze upon her body, which when faced away from him as it was constituted her long legs, rounded apple-shaped bottom, narrow waist, and slender back, and when the angle was right also the sides of her fleshy breasts. Her skin was the color of lightest milk chocolate and ever-so-smooth to the touch, which he knew well from recent personal experience. She rustled her head and the long brunette tresses fluttered, and came to rest across her shoulder blades.

She turned and glanced back over her shoulder, bright brown eyes sparkling. "Like what you see?" she asked playfully as her hands reached behind and cupped her buttocks.

She was breathtaking and he told her so. "Very much," he breathed.

She giggled and pulled her cheeks apart, giving him an unobstructed and glorious view of the crinkled copper plot of her anus and the pursed pink folds beneath. Her nether region was puffy after a long night of hard sex, the pink even more pronounced by the milk chocolate skin surrounding it.

"It might've been nice to have had you fuck my ass," she said suddenly in a very reflective voice, as if she were considering any old thing, and then her hands released the cheeks of her butt.

She floated across the room and out of sight, hips swishing in that distinctly feminine way, and moments later he heard the shower gurgle and sputter, and burst to life, followed then by the sweet sound of her voice.

"Coming?" she called.

And Todd Coulter, who had waited two long years for the events of the last several days to transpire and the bed and body of Vanessa Dorsey to occasion itself, sprang from that bed with a burst of speed and hurried into the bathroom, knowing his time with her was limited and not wanting to waste even the most minor of moments.

And after another frenzied round of love-making in the shower and the hasty clean-up session that followed, her parents arrived at noon exactly, and when the bags were packed and the cars were loaded, the two said their goodbyes and promised to keep in touch, each feeling acutely the loss of the other and the missed opportunity that lay like an anvil in both of their laps.

And thirty months passed in the blink of an eye.

Part 01: Chosen 

The papers were piled high on his desk.

It was Wednesday and Todd was working late. Only six weeks into his new dream-job-role as an online columnist for the sports section of the Los Angeles Chronicle newspaper, he was busy finishing up an article on a Friday deadline; he would be out in the field on assignment the next day and would not be able to work on the piece then.

He was nearly finished when a voice rang out through the office.

"Coulter!"

The voice belonged to Jonas Atwater, the editor of the sports section. He was a burly man in his mid-forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a full beard. He very rarely looked happy and very rarely had much that was pleasant to say.

Todd jumped up and hustled into the office of his boss.

"The Big Dog wants to meet you," Atwater said without looking up. "Two floors up. Go."

And so Todd turned on his heels and headed for the elevator, which would take him to the seventh floor and the office of the Editor-in-Chief. Frank Beldin oversaw the investigative journalists and the front page, as well as oversaw the work of the individual section head editors, which is why the editor heads, Atwater included, called him the Big Dog.

He knocked on the door when he arrived and Beldin waved him in (the walls and door of the office were glass, for two reasons: to let those outside know when the Big Dog was busy and not to be disturbed, and to ensure there was no loitering around the newsroom).

"Sit," Beldin said without preamble as Todd entered.

The phone rang and Beldin answered it with a bellowing, "Speak!" He listened momentarily, then said, "No good, minimize it and bounce it to page four. He's lost his touch." He slammed the phone down and looked up at Todd, studying him for a moment, before he thrust out his hand. "Good to meet you, kid. Old Joe says your work is top-notch."

"Thank you, sir," Todd replied humbly.

"I read your first column," the older man said, his words coming fast and furious and nearly overlapping each other. "Dyslexic linebacker. Good stuff."

"Thank you, sir," Todd said again, because really, what else was there to say?

The phone rang again and the man snatched it up. "What?" he bellowed in a raspy cough. He listened again for much longer than the last time, then barked, "Thirty-six minutes to get me pages, Cross. Make it count." He slammed the phone down and screamed out, "Louis!"

A man materialized at the door seemingly out of thin air. He was short and thin and balding with wire rim spectacles. "Boss?"

"Clear space and hold page one!" he ordered. "Cross has himself a white whale."

"Will do," the man at the door replied, and then he was gone.

"Keep up the good work, kid," Beldin said with a glance at Todd, "now get outta here."

And that was Todd Coulter's introduction to the fast-paced world of Page One.

* * *

She was restless and troubled and extremely horny, and she was still furious at her boyfriend for cheating on her, the combination of which led to one indisputable conclusion: she was going to fuck someone and she was going to enjoy it, and then she was going to tell that lying sack of shit all about it.

The scene at the bar was not too exciting, however, and her prospects were thin. There was a decent-looking man sitting alone at the bar, slightly older, likely married, probably in town on business looking to score some hot young drunk piece of ass. There was a cute younger man lounging on one of the couches along the wall, a pair of women with him who were both quite clearly ignoring him, which meant he was either their harmless gay friend (a complete non-starter), married to one of them (off-limits) or related to one of them (which would make him potentially available). Lastly, there were four male artsy types seated at a nearby table, no doubt wrapped up in discussions involving words like ambiance and juxtaposition and sublimation, and one of them was cute enough, she supposed, even if he was probably a prick.

When it came right down to it, however, she did not really care what the personality was like on this particular night of nights, a Thursday as it happened to be: she only cared about sexual orientation and availability, with a little bit of hotness thrown in for good measure. She was not looking for love or romance or conversation. She wanted cock and she wanted it bad, and any man who looked halfway decent and wanted her back was more than qualified enough.

Which is why her spirits lifted greatly when three young men strolled into the bar, well-dressed and handsome: here were three potential partners far above what was already to be found.

"Perfect," she said without realizing she had spoken out loud.

Her companions followed the line of her eye. "Fresh meat," giggled the friend to her left, a bubbly hazel-eyed brunette named Megan, followed an instant later by the friend to her right, a beauty with dark red hair named Lauren, who said, "Tasty. I want the tall one."

Which left two to choose from, although she needed no further time. "I want the strong one," she breathed.

The one she wanted was HOT. He was medium height and well-built, but not too big. His arms bulged against his shirt, but his outfit was not designed to show-off and overindulge his physique, but rather complement it. He had straight dark hair and a handsome face, and a very cute smile, and he fit her requirements perfectly.

Megan giggled. "That leaves the black boy to me," she whispered breathlessly. It was common knowledge that the girl had a thing for black guys.

Lauren grinned wickedly. She was the most confident of the bunch and the most sexually liberated, and she took charge. "Let's go," she cooed, and off they went.

* * *

Todd was used to getting razzed about the short-lived nature of his relationships, and tonight was one of those nights for whatever reason. It was late and they were standing at the bar at some hole-in-the-wall bar in Santa Monica, their third stop of the night, and his friends would not let him off the hook.

"You should come with an expiration date," laughed the man to his right. Dwayne Wimbley was an old friend of Todd's from high school and the two often hung out together. "Shelf-life: two months."

"Seriously, he needs a disclaimer," agreed Ethan Dunlar, Todd's current roommate of almost two years. "This guy churns through more ass than a gay bar."

Todd shrugged. None of this was new. "I just haven't found the right person yet," he told them, "and I'm not going to date a girl if I don't think I can be with her long-term."

"But you'll sleep with her," Dwayne added with a grin.

Todd shrugged again. "If she wants to, sure, but only if she wants to. I'm not going to push the issue and I'm totally honest with her up front."

"Sounds like Ethan has grossly exaggerated your number of conquests," Dwayne said.

"What about all those women you parade through our place?" Ethan asked incredulously.

Todd grinned. "I don't sleep with every girl I meet, Ethan," he said amusedly. "I'm not a man-whore like Dwayne here."

"Speaking of women," Dwayne said in a low and conspiratorial voice, "we need to talk about Saturday night. It's gonna be off the fuckin' hook!"

Ethan sighed. "Of course my company sends me out of town on Halloween weekend," he said morosely. "Of course, they do."

"Bummer," Todd said as he gave his friend a comforting pat on the back.

Dwayne was already lost inside his own imagination. "So many women," he whispered, "all liquored up and ready to party. Good shit, boys, good shit. Get ready for my Superman swerve."

Todd rolled his eyes as Ethan asked, "Are you really doing that?"

"Fuck yeah!" Dwayne exclaimed. "Every girl wants to freak a superhero!"

A lovely female voice broke in. "Sounds like fun," it said, and three male heads turned to find three beautiful ladies standing before them, eyeing them intently.

Dwayne was a charmer and instantly took the reins. "Hi, sugar," he cooed to the speaker, looking her up and down.

She was gorgeous, Todd had to give her that: dark red hair and dark green eyes full of spark and sparkle, a gorgeous face and a great body in a sleek black top with exposed cleavage and ultra-tight black skirt. Todd read her instantly: the woman was a man-eater, and knew it.

"Hey yourself," she replied sweetly, then turned to face Ethan. "What's your name, baby?"

Ethan was a great guy and a great roommate, and Todd always wished him well, but those wishes rarely panned out in the romance department as the guy was incredibly shy and reserved around women. He was attractive, very much so at six-foot-four with curly brown hair and big blue eyes, but sadly lacked the ability to converse with ladies without tripping over his words.

"Me?" he asked lamely, pointing at himself. A flush rose over his face, recognizable even in the relative darkness of the room.

The woman grinned. "You," she told him firmly, and sidled up next to him.

The second woman, a cute brunette, was pressed against Dwayne an instant later with a big goofy grin on her face. "Hi," she breathed, and it was clear by the smile on his friend's face that he did not mind being spurned by the redhead in the slightest.

It was at this point that Todd noticed the blonde. She had been standing behind her two other friends and Todd had not really gotten that great a look at her, but in the back of his mind a little bird was tickling that said she had not taken her eyes off him since they walked up. He was not sure how he knew this important fact, but he knew it nonetheless.

The girl was gorgeous, not in the sly and sensual mold of the dark redhead or the cute innocent girl-next-door vein of the brunette, but in that wholesome All-American cheerleader sort of way: locks of long-flowing strawberry-blonde hair, bright and expressive baby blue eyes, and a luscious body somehow stuffed into an orange-and-yellow floral print top with a deep cleavage and sprayed-on, hip-hugger jeans.

"I'm Kaylee," she told him, stepping close. She smelled of raspberries and roses, and there was an intensity in her eyes that was a little unusual, and a little refreshing.

"Todd," he replied, taking her hand. The other pairs were engaged in their own conversations, which was perfectly fine with him. "Our friends seem . . . occupied."

Kaylee smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. "My friends chose poorly," she whispered, stepping closer, so close that they nearly touched. One delicate hand trailed up to his bicep and squeezed it ever so gently. "I like strength."

He formulated his read in the next moment, very nearly certain his read was right: she was on the prowl and ready to party, and she had chosen him from across the room. He did not know why she was so committed to her cause, but Todd was no prude and despite his usually noble intentions, he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Especially when the gift was sixty-nine inches of buxom blonde goodness.

He took a chance . . . and sealed the deal.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Whatever you're looking for," he breathed in a husky voice, "you can stop. You've found it. However you want me, I'm yours."

Her eyes widened and her resolve flickered for the briefest moment, before her eyes narrowed and a wicked sort of grin spread across her face. She latched onto his arm, plastering her body against his. "Let's go," she purred.

Todd grinned right back. He was not the sort of man to engage in pure one-night stands, but every rule has its exceptions. The woman was beautiful, which tickled his loins, but also confident and clearly knew what she was doing, and that was enough to satisfy his sense of honor.

"Gentlemen," he announced to his friends, "it's been a night. Ladies, a pleasure."

And with that, Todd Coulter and his beautiful blonde companion made their way out the door.

* * *

His words set her nerves aflutter and the hair on the back of her neck on edge.

Her plan was nearly complete: she had a ready, willing, and able young man in the cab with her, en route to his place somewhere in Santa Monica, where sex would undoubtedly follow if she wanted it to. It was why she had gone out that night and what she had sought, and now all she had to do was fuck his brains out.

Which was why, when the young man with her was so good-looking and so very much her type, she wondered just why exactly it was that she was having second thoughts. She was horny, yes, very much so, and the way he knew exactly what she was after was titillating and incredibly sexy, but there was doubt inching its ugly way forward, and she did not know why.

The cab ride was almost completely silent, as was the walk up two flights of stairs to his apartment. They held hands, but touched little more than that; he was waiting for her, it seemed, to make the first significant move, and she appreciated that. Just another mark in his favor to conflict with her growing unease.

The apartment was a modest little place with hardwood floors and a big open step-down living area, sparsely but nicely decorated, and almost immediately after having entered she wondered about making the wrong decision: what would her boyfriend think, after all, when he found out she cheated.

"Second thoughts?" he asked gently as he went to a little make-shift bar on a table in the corner.

She turned to face him, this man who seemed to understand her so well, and could not keep the surprise off her face or out of her voice when she answered his question with a question, and a dose of affirmation. "Is it obvious?" she asked quietly.   

He smiled, the expression as soft as her voice had been. "I'm pretty good at reading people," he said as he handed her a drink of what looked to be white wine. He took her hand and led her to the couch. "Let's talk."

She sat down and looked at her drink. "About what?" she asked, playing cool.

"About why," he replied calmly, not pressing, just asking. "Why you, and why me?"

Kaylee sighed deeply. There was something so soothing about his voice, so comforting, it almost drew the words right out of her. She opened her mouth, paused for a long moment, and began.

"I caught my boyfriend fucking another woman in my apartment five days ago," she said in a low voice that gained volume and heat as she continued. "My apartment, not his. He knew I was working late, but I needed a specific file and had to run home, and I walked in on him fucking her from behind in the shower. My shower. Mine. It was obviously not their first time."

His deep gray eyes were sympathetic. He asked, and simply, "And me?"

"I wanted to fuck some hot random guy to teach the asshole a lesson," she revealed with more fire in her voice than she planned. "He is so jealous, the thought of someone else touching my body would drive him crazy." She lowered her eyes again, suddenly self-conscious. "You were there, and you're really cute, and then when you told me you were mine . . ." She trailed off into a sigh, then breathed, "I knew I wanted to fuck you."




Rekindled



She felt a finger under her chin as he lifted her head to meet her eyes with his. "Kaylee," he said gently, and she liked the way her name rolled off his lips, "you are far too beautiful, far too sensitive, and frankly, far too intelligent to be with a man who does not appreciate what you are for what it is, and cherish it. I don't know your boyfriend, but you can certainly do better."

His words were simple, and yet each hit home with raw typhoon force; she was trembling by the end, her pulse racing. It was perhaps the sweetest and most important thing any man had ever said to her.

"Who are you?" she whispered, wondrous.

He shrugged and smiled. "I'm Todd," he replied, simple as that.

"Todd," she said then in a different sort of voice, and her eyes narrowed as her mouth curved into a wicked sort of grin, and she added, "No more doubts."

And with that, she pounced.

* * *

The woman was practically feral, tearing at his clothes even as she sought to suck the whole of his face into her mouth. His words had not been spoken to enflame her passions, just to ease her mind and boost her confidence and self-worth, but they seemed to have accomplished all of those things, and perhaps more.

His shirt was soon gone and her fingers wasted no time tracing the thick muscles of his back, the chiseled biceps of his arms and the flat washboard of his abdomen. Her lips left his mouth and moved to his chest, where they licked and suckled his skin and nipples with wild abandon.

And then she broke away and stepped back, chest heaving, eyes flashing, the look of lust in her those baby blue pools almost dangerous, and wordlessly her hands gripped the bottom of her floral print top. With one fluid motion she pulled the orange-and-yellow shirt up and over her head, exposing her naked upper body to his admiring gaze.

She did not stop there, however, again wasting little time. She wiggled out of her jeans, her panties moving with them down her legs, and the sight of her sudden complete nakedness urged a groan past Todd's lips, as well as a raging erection in his pants.

The gorgeous blonde smiled at the awe she saw on his face and stepped back two paces to where the door to his bedroom was. She pressed herself against the frame, posing for him as she moved her willowy body this way and that, never releasing her eyes from his.

Truly, the woman was breathtaking; the man who cheated on such a creature was the most foolish of men, indeed. Kaylee was a goddess: perfectly rounded pear-shaped breasts; flat stomach and thin waist with smooth and fluid skin; round hips, but not too round above two long and lean and lovely legs; and the luscious swath of strawberry-blonde curls where the legs met, neatly trimmed in the shape of a landing strip. There was a smile on her face now, the kind of coy smile only those who are lovers can share, and with the beckoning of her hand, Kaylee ensured they would soon cross that boundary.

"Clothes, please, Todd," she cooed in a voice that oozed like pure honey.

His jeans and boxers followed his shirt to the floor and in moments he was against her again, their naked bodies pressed together, her breasts squished into his chest, his stiffness pressed into her belly. With his arms over her shoulders his hands caressed the small of her back as hers clutched his ass, and together they lumbered, lips locked again and unbroken, into the bedroom in search of its titular object.

And when they reached it, Kaylee took charge and shoved Todd back to fall in a heap on the bed, sprawled out on his back. She stood over him with her hands on her hips, a fiery golden-haired goddess with beautiful brown skin and wild blue eyes, breasts swaying as she sucked in ragged breaths, the slickness between her legs catching the small bit of light in the dim room to shine invitingly.

She moved over him, but Todd had different ideas: his hands lashed out and grabbed her, and flipped her over in one quick motion so that she was pinned on her back beneath him, struggling against his embrace.

"Hey!" the gorgeous woman cried, but her cry was muffled by his lips as they set about devouring her.

She responded by enthusiastically trying to baste the inside of his mouth with her tongue and the frenzied session of kissing that resulted nearly took what remained of his breath.

Which ended only when he was able to tear himself away, dropping his head lower to feast upon her breasts, suckling the nipples as his fingers kneaded the swollen flesh. She moaned as he worshipped them, alternating between the two, crushing them, sucking them, teasing them, nibbling them.

And then he went lower still, across the flat span of her stomach and over the silken swath of strawberry gold to the saturated pink beneath. His tongue lapped up the juices he found there even as he sank one of his fingers to the second knuckle inside the oven-hot tunnel of her pussy.

Kaylee moaned and her back arched sharply, thrusting those wonderful breasts into the air, as his tongue went to work on her, assaulting her sex. The girl was not shy, once rid of her inhibitions; her moans turned to whispers as she begged for him to make her cum.

"Right there," she cooed, "oh yes, oh yes, don't stop, oh please, don't stop, right there, make me cum, make me cum, please oh please oh please ohhhhh ppllllleeeeeeeaaaassseeee!"

The best thing about a vocal lover is the knowledge, apart from trembling limbs, that climax has come, and as the low-pitched moans and fierce whispers transformed into a high-volume squeal, Todd knew beyond the twitching of her slick pink folds and the quaking of her legs that the woman was cresting into wicked orgasm. And then her sweet sex nectar gushed forth and into his mouth and he knew she had ascended the very heights of pleasure.

Of course, he still wanted to give her more.

He kept his lips affixed to her puffy labia and suckled her even as his tongue continued to bathe her folds and clit through the heart of her climax, and his ministrations ensured that instead of coming down from the heights, he sent her quivering body hurtling towards another plane of pleasure, this one even higher than the one before.

And as the tingling that had never fully receded from her first orgasm built again, the sounds Kaylee made became less and less coherent. Her shrieks of encouragement lost all semblance to the English language and devolved into manic whimpering and high-pitched squeals.

"Ahhh! Aiiiieee! Ooohhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Aii! Aiii! Ooaaahhhh! Aiii! Ahhh! Aiiiieeee!"

And when her body was trembling more violently than it had at any previous point, such that the soft hairs above the region he was attacking began to tickle his nose from all the movement, Todd decided it was time to finish her.

Even as his tongue strummed against her clitoris, his lips wrapped around the swollen nub and suckled feverishly that spot like a babe at its mother's breast, bearing down upon her erogenous zone in a way quite unlike any she had ever experienced before. Her mind was an untenable mess: she could not think enough to speak or move, her body acting and responding purely at its basest instinctual level, a true pleasure-induced hysteria.

And then she came again and the wailing began.

It began in the depths of her, that purest place of the female body where pleasure is first recognized as pleasure and the message is sent to all nerve endings. Only in this instance, instead of a little flurry of gunfire as with normal orgasm, it was like a grenade had been detonated within her. Every nerve and conductor and receptacle sang in unison with the unbridled intensity of inescapable climax and her body, overloaded, almost ceased to function properly.

Kaylee screamed and the world heard it.

Todd, however, did not.

As her pleasure crested and the climax exploded within her, the lovely and supple thighs of the buxom blonde woman constricted and clamped down like a vice on either side of his head, closing off his ears to much of the sound she began making shortly thereafter. He felt her hands lash out and grip the back of his head as her hips bucked upwards, taking his head, still attached to her between the legs, with them again and again as wave after wave of glorious orgasm crashed over her. It seemed as if she was pouring bucket loads of her juice over his face; he could feel it smearing his cheeks and trickling down his chin.

It took a long while for her to come down from the heights she reached with her second orgasm, during which time Todd finally raised his head and surveyed his handiwork. Her face was contorted in a grimace which gave the appearance of being in significant pain, although he knew differently. She was whimpering and panting heavily, and her legs were still moving as she curled up somewhat into a fetal position. The pink lips of her pussy were still twitching and contracting, still shooting little bursts of pleasure through her. There were tears on her cheeks.

And then her eyes popped open and turned slowly to meet his own, and Todd saw more fire and flashing emotion in them then he had even seen in them before; there was a ferocity in her eyes that was startling, and even frightening.

And then Kaylee Cartwright vaulted up to a sitting position and slapped him full across the face.

"You've ruined me," she hissed.

And in an incredible display of strength and athleticism, while Todd was still wrapping his head around her words, the golden-haired vixen grabbed him and flipped him over onto his back, straddled him as her hands yanked at his erection, and impaled herself to the hilt on his several inches of steel, despite the competing qualities of his thickness and her tightness.

"FFFUUUUCCCKKKK YYYEEESSSSS!" she cried.

 Kaylee was a woman deranged as she rode him for all she was worth: her blue eyes were wild and flashing; her head was thrashing, her hair whipping around her like she was standing in hundred-mile winds; her exquisite breasts were bouncing and jiggling, her ass slapping down hard against him and rebounding like his legs were a trampoline; and her hands were pounding against his chest, punishing him for the ridiculous pleasure he had given her.

It was a full-on fuck frenzy.

Todd's head was spinning and his lungs did their best, despite the pounding, to gasp for precious bits of air. But her pussy was creating havoc upon him, the ferocious inner muscles of her sex squeezing and gripping as he slid in and out; his cock was on absolute fire.

And then Kaylee began to gyrate her ass without slowing and Todd knew he would not make it long; the breakneck pace was nearly ending him already.

"FUCK" the beautiful blonde screamed. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Kaylee rocked and rolled her hips as she fucked hard up and down, burying him again and again within her but from different angles, carving out new ground with his cock on every penetration. It was like she wanted to feel his meat against every nook and cranny of her insides and would not be satisfied unless it happened.

Todd reached around and took hold of the luscious cheeks of her ass and held on for dear life; there would be time to explore her other physical assets later. He was just looking to survive.  And survive he did . . . to Kaylee's growing dismay.

She was closing in on her third orgasm as her clit ground down against his thick and invasive cock, while he had not yet found his first. She was unaccustomed to receiving so much pleasure in exchange for so little and fought it desperately, but there was nothing she could do; she was a slave to her body and the cock that was wrecking it.

Her back arched again and orgasm pulverized her, and another incredible scream tore from her throat, and this one Todd heard. It was one of the most amazingly sexual sounds he had ever been privy to and it finished him completely.

The pressure that had been building steady through his feast at her pussy and the subsequent fuck session erupted in a geyser so powerful that he was worried she would be thrown from him. Kaylee's eyes did open wide as she felt the torrential onslaught of his syrup coating and filling her insides, but her reaction was quite unexpected: for the first time in a long time, she smiled.

And so they came together in that moment, Kaylee descending from her third passing Todd at the crest of his first, and after much in the way of trembling and quivering and quaking and jiggling and grunting, she collapsed upon him, his cock still half-embedded within her, her breasts squished into his chest, her bounty of strawberry-gold, raspberry-smelling hair just beneath his nose.

And it was in this position that the two newly minted lovers would remain for some time, their bodies slick with sweat and sexual juice, the both of them exhilarated and exhausted by ridiculous orgasm.

* * *

He was super sweet and super shy, and while those were not necessarily traits she looked for all the time, when the occasion called for it she truly enjoyed dealing with such men. He was, for all intents and purposes, putty in her hands from the very beginning.

The three couples parceled off quickly after their introductions; she dragged her beau to the bar as Megan settled into a dark corner booth, while Kaylee, heartbroken and eager for revenge, wasted little time leaving on the arm of her new man, and was probably already two orgasms deep when Lauren followed some thirty minutes later with her own boy in tow.

Ethan, that is, who was tall and handsome and who greatly enjoyed the blowjob she gave him to completion in the back of the cab, but who might have had, she realized with some significant concern as they reached their destination, more than a little too much to drink. Her concern, of course, was derived not from thoughts for his well-being and safety, but rather her own desire to satisfy herself with his cock.

Which, she reasoned, would not be available if he succumbed to his stupor; the blowjob, she realized with annoyance as he stumbled up the stairs, was a major tactical error on her part.

The apartment was better than she expected, light on furniture but long on charm with dark wood floors and big main room, and best of all, it was clean. Too many guys were filthy; this one, at least, was not, which was another mark in his favor. Liquor tolerance, of course, was not.

She surveyed the room only a moment before turning to face her latest prey, who was fumbling with the bolts on the door. He turned to her when finished and they looked at each other for long moments, standing several feet apart, and she realized with little surprise that she would need to be the initiator for the night in its entirety.

In truth, she preferred it that way.

Lauren grasped the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head, baring herself. His eyes, of course, dropped instantly to her breasts, very large, very firm, and worth every penny. She raised her hand and beckoned him closer with one delicate, curving finger.

"They're all yours tonight, stud," she told him as she put her hands on her hips.

The man grinned and shuffled forward, his movements awkward and halting, a strange cocktail of intoxication and apprehension. When he reached her he paused, and waited so long that she actually had to reach up, grip his head in the palms of her hands, and guide his mouth down to the nipple of her left breast, which he suckled with a sudden vigorous appreciation.

It felt wonderful, if a little disjointed.

"The bedroom, I think," the buxom redhead sighed after a time, ready for further adventures.

"Yes!" he replied, slurring the word only a bit, and lurched forward.

She kicked off her shoes and followed, wiggling her hips as she went to slither free of her constrictive black mini-skirt, ultra-tight and disabling significantly her ability to move. She'd had to hike it up in the back of the cab to contort into adequate dick-sucking position; if the driver had been paying any attention, he likely received quite a lovely view of her rump.

It was when they reached the bedroom, however, that everything fell apart. He stumbled as he moved through the door ahead of her and tumbled onto the bed, and by the time she reached him short moments later, he was completely out.

"Fuck," she stated flatly.

She pushed his shoulders and punched him a couple of times; there was less than zero response. He was passed out and would not be waking up anytime soon. Her night, it seemed, was over.

And then she heard it: moaning, guttural and unmistakable, muffled but nearby.

Lauren crept from the room, not bothering to dress, wearing only her black thong underwear, and followed the sounds to a door down the hall. She pressed her ear against it and listened to the sounds of sex echoing within, all the grunts and groans and moans. At least someone, she thought ruefully, was getting their rocks off, and the woman, it seemed, was a screamer.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

It was not the words that gave her pause in that moment; Lauren, after all, was a vocal lover herself and often unleashed a torrent of nasty talk during sex. She was no prude and dirtiness did not bother her. No, it was the voice that caught her attention, a voice she knew well after many long years of close friendship, including some very experimental college nights.

Kaylee Cartwright was fucking a man in the room beyond the door, and loving it.

Lauren smiled, happy for her friend. She was happy Kaylee was getting the revenge she so rightly deserved, and getting it good. The man from the bar, it seemed, was hitting all the right places, touching all the right spots.

The sounds subsided and quiet came over the apartment, broken only by the sound of choppy snoring from the room where Ethan lay passed out upon the bed. Lauren rolled her eyes. It was her fault, however; she had called dibs on the guy first. She had only herself to blame.

She was not a woman to sit idly by, however, and accept an unfortunate situation as gospel, not if there was something she could do it. Lauren was horny and she was nearly naked, and there was an attractive man who clearly had few qualms about casual sex lying in the next room, along with a beautiful female she had fooled around with more than a few times in the past. She was not one to waste such an opportunity.

And so with a grin and a shiver of excitement, she opened the door.

* * *

"Well, well, what have we here?"

The voice was strong and confident, but also distinctly, musically feminine. It was also, Todd realized with a sudden rush of curiosity and wonder, not coming from the beautiful blonde woman currently draped on top of him, in whose syrupy, twitching inner sanctum his cock was still embedded.

Kaylee stirred as he lifted his head and looked around . . . to find standing in the doorway the gorgeous man-eating redhead from earlier that night, a wicked sort of smile splayed across her face. She was nearly naked, dressed in only a pair of black panties, her legs and stomach and breasts on glorious display. His initial thoughts had been correct: the young woman had an incredible body.

"Lauren?" he heard Kaylee call out incredulously.

"Hi, sweetie," the dark redhead replied as she sashayed into the room, jiggling in all the right places. "You look like you've been having a good time."

Kaylee giggled and clutched at Todd's body, squeezing him. "I fucked him," she chirped happily.

Lauren paused at the edge of the bed with one eyebrow arched. "I can see that," she mused, glancing down at the place where they joined. "I could hear it, too. He sounds good."

The blonde sighed. "He is good," she revealed. "Very good."

Todd found this entire situation extremely amusing, while mildly disconcerting at the same time; here he was flat on his back with his cock still stuffed in the pussy of a beautiful blonde woman, while said blonde woman's friend, a beautiful topless dark redhead who had materialized unexpectedly at the end of a frenzied session of fucking, discussed his sexual prowess with her.




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It was at this moment that he realized the redhead was staring at him, as if sizing him up. "Your friend is fine," she said suddenly. "He drank too much and passed out on his bed. He's a nice guy; it would've been fun."

He heard the implication in her voice; the subtext was clear as a cloudless day. This was obviously not a woman checked by inhibitions, nor a woman who was used to being stranded by her sexual partners. She was hot, she was horny, and she was settled on her course of action. The only question left, it seemed, was how Kaylee would respond.

"Roll over, sweetie," the dark redhead said, her voice changing from the strong tones of her arrival to the sensual tones of a woman on the verge of love-making. "Let me have a look at you."

And when Kaylee moved, rolling from her place upon him to her back on the mattress beside, his cock slipping from her noiselessly but pleasurably, the answer to that last question was answered, and favorably, as these two young woman were clearly not new to one another.

The well-fucked blonde sighed and spread her legs, and the redhead crawled onto the bed and settled between them. Lauren ran her hand over Kaylee's stomach, moving upward towards the pair of exquisite breasts above it. Her fingers walked up the slope of the blonde girl's left breast, depressing the flesh with her fingertips, then catching the nipple between them. She squeezed and tugged ever-so-gently, rolling the shriveled point around her palm, kneading the whole of the breast with more force.

"I'm going to taste you now," Lauren said, and her fingers walked back the way they had come, down across the abdomen with measured movements.

She tilted forward then, dipping her head to meet the flesh of her blonde friend just above the belly button, flicking her tongue with feathered strokes as she kissed and sucked gently upon the stomach, swirling her tongue around the belly button.

Kaylee squealed sharply with surprise, then giggled. "He came inside me," she whispered.

Lauren lifted her head and grinned. "Yummy," she said.

It would not be his first experience with multiple girls, but it would be his first since college, and for this reason foremost among others that Todd was not about to miss one second of what was taking place before him: the gorgeous redhead on her hands and knees, her shapely rump upturned in the air as she prepared to feast upon the pussy of the blonde, soaked with his own cum.

Lauren moved her tongue lower and traced the tip along the pattern of strawberry-blonde curls, her hands is constant motion now as she caressed her friend's thigh, helping urge her legs even further apart. Slowly and with excruciating deliberateness, the redhead buried her moist limps in the willowy blonde's pussy and probed the opening with her tongue, teasing her ferociously as Kaylee squirmed and writhed about beneath her.

She lapped at the pink folds before her with long languorous swipes of her tongue; Kaylee grunted and wiggled her hips, frustrated and desperately trying to get her friend to munch her faster. Her wish was granted: Lauren very suddenly roared forth, lashing her tongue across the silken opening.

Todd wondered just what the redhead thought of the taste of his cum, which was swirling around Kaylee's insides and likely making much of its way into Lauren's mouth, and as the thought struck he felt his cock twitching again, regaining its life. He took hold of it, stroking it to fullness as he watched the pornographic scene unfold before him, the blonde flat on her back being suckled by the redhead, the former writhing in pleasure and squeezing and tugging at her own breasts, the latter down on all fours with her round ass lewdly upturned and waggling about.

He watched as a glob of white cream oozed from Kaylee's pretty pink pussy and into the redhead's waiting mouth; the sight was undeniably nasty and extraordinarily erotic. Lauren closed her lips over the gaping hole of the blonde's vagina and slurped loudly, sucking up every last ounce of his juice. She pulled away suddenly and looked at him, grinning, and her small pink tongue rolled out of her mouth, vulgarly displaying another big glob of sperm she had extracted. She giggled and swallowed the load, and then went back to licking and sucking away.

Although many men would be either paralyzed with uncertainty or contented with voyeurism when faced with two beautiful women in such a situation, Todd Coulter was not such a man; a wicked grin of his own spread over his face as he considered ways to tame the smoldering green-eyed strumpet who'd invaded his bed.

He slid off the mattress and crept around the edge of the bed, pumping his cock with his hand as he went, and moved in behind the dark redhead, who was so involved in her cunnilingus that she did not notice him there until he placed his strong hands on the supple cheeks of her bottom. He clutched her shapely rump with both hands and gave it a rough sort of squeeze, digging his fingertips into her flesh to jiggle the firm round globes.

Lauren's head whipped around, red locks flying, and those brilliant green eyes locked on his, flashing angrily for a long moment before a vulgar grin split her face and she dove back into Kaylee's delectable muff. She moaned loudly and deeply, and long as he spread her cheeks with his hands and brought the mushroom head of his swollen cock up to press against her rubbery pink lips, pursed and eager.

Todd had a wonderful view of Kaylee, too, from his position behind Lauren. Her eyes were shut and her head lolled back, and her upper body trembled in a delightful way that jiggled her breasts just enough to arouse him further, as if he needed any extra encouragement. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him looking, and the smile she granted him was positively radiant.

"Fuck her good," Kaylee told him, blue eyes sparkling.

He grinned. "Yes, ma'am, " he said as he nudged his purple cockhead into the redhead's blazing hot pussy, and a grunt followed swift on the heels of his words as her labia clamped down around it like a vice.

"Mmmmpphhhhh," Lauren moaned, the words unintelligibly muffled by Kaylee's nether regions.

Todd pushed himself further and further into the buxom redheaded vixen until finally the entire length of his cock was embedded deep within her womb, his balls stuffed hard up against her ass.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, momentarily losing all focus she might have had on her own ministrations.

"Hard," Kaylee reminded him in that moment of pause, before her eyes fluttered shut again as her friend resumed her licking.

The words of the blonde were like kerosene on the fire of Todd's loins; he took hold of Lauren by the ass once more and began slamming into her at breakneck speed. In and out, in and out, he drove his rigid throbbing shaft again and again into her velvety sheath, pummeling her.

While she did not begin as such what with a pussy shoved in her face, not surprisingly Lauren soon proved herself an incredibly vocal sexual partner; her muffled sound of passion increased as he steadily thrust himself in-and-out of her saturated depths, gripping her ass with both hands. With each stroke the pounding he gave her, however, grew a little harder and a little faster than the one prior to it, and he grew more brazen. His right hand lashed out and wrapped itself in locks of her dark red hair, and yanked her head back and off Kaylee's pussy.

The blonde shrieked, her clitoris was no longer suckled, while Lauren growled as her back arched roughly and her head whipped back. She twisted her body, grinding her ass back on the cock currently impaling it, and shot a vicious glance back over her shoulder, green eyes like daggers.

"FUCK ME HARDER, LITTLE BOY!" she wailed.

Todd obliged, releasing his hold on her hair and resuming his doggie-style fucking of the redheaded strumpet with more force than he had even previously bestowed, hammering into her cunt as hard as he believed was humanly possible; if it were possible, he knew, he would be splitting her in two.

The woman screamed like a lust-wracked banshee, but still she buried her head back between the luscious legs of her blonde friend, lapping away and even adding a pair of fingers to the mix, stuffing them inside to the second knuckle.

Kaylee shrieked and clasped her thighs around Lauren's head, and Todd watched as the blonde's face ran the gamut of emotion as powerful contractions battered her body. He knew what was happening from his own personal experience with her; climax was striking her, and striking her fiercely. Her body writhed and quaked as she began to scream, tears of utter and extreme satisfaction filling her bright blue eyes, before those beautiful pools rolled back into her head and fluttered shut.

Lauren was simply amazing, it seemed; even as Todd continued to pummel the sweet-holy-fuck out of her, she managed to maintain her tongue-to-pussy worship, and maintain it well. She kept slurping away even after Kaylee's climax subsided.

Todd realized she required something special to finish her off. He spat down into the crevice between the cheeks of Lauren's bottom, the saliva trickling heavily over the compressed plot of the young woman's anus. He clutched her quivering hips with his left hand and fucked her from behind with every brutal ounce of his being, her flesh rippling lewdly as he threw the whole of his strength into it, but his thoughts were now centered upon what his right hand was doing.

It slipped down into the crack of her ass and took up its special position, and without warning of any kind, Todd popped the pointer finger to the hilt inside her back door.

She froze instantly, and the sound that emerged then from the depths of the young woman's throat in the subsequent moment was unlike any Todd had ever heard before. It was equal parts grunt, groan, moan, and scream, moving easily from one to the next, unending, unbroken.

Orgasm had come to the redhead named Lauren, and it had come ferociously.

Which proved the end of Todd, as well.

He growled wildly as he jammed his cock deep into the girl one last time before it simply exploded, and when it exploded, so too did she; her body quaked violently and did not stop, each limb twitching seemingly in its own direction.

"FFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Lauren screamed delightedly as his steaming cum flooded her insides, splashing across and over the walls of her inner sanctum. "OHHH MMYYYY FFFFUUCCCKKKKIINNGG GGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD!"

Todd growled again as he pumped glob after glob of heavy sperm into the redhead, and never did he pull his cock from her pussy or his finger from her ass. To his utter astonishment and almost painful pleasure his own orgasm lasted for nearly ten seconds before the last of his seed was emptied within her, although unsurprisingly again hers was still going. He leaned forward, his chest pressed into her back, and embraced her tightly as she continued her climax, and the fingers of his left hand slipped around her waist to knead the firm flesh of her breasts, even as his twisted the finger still deep in her bowels.

Her ass waggled as she screamed incessantly as she scaled the heights, limbs convulsing, until her violent tremors began to recede what seemed like an eternity later. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, taking him with her as she went, her face still stowed in the dripping port between Kaylee's widespread thighs.

Todd slipped his shrinking cock from the sweetness of her cunt and the finger from the depths of her butt, and rolled to settle once more on his back on the bed. The sound of labored breathing was all that could be heard as the three tried to catching their collective breaths after such an experience.

"Let's sleep together," Kaylee suggested, her exhaustion evident in her voice even as a dazzling smile played over her face.

The girls snuggled closer and positioned themselves around him, a tangle of warm flesh and limbs. Todd lay in the middle, Kaylee's voluptuous body pressed tightly to one side, Lauren's warm nude form on the other. Two lovely female heads rested on his chest, his neck a swirled pool of strawberry-blonde and dark red hair. He could feel the mounds of their breasts against him, and the heat still emanating from their nether regions where their legs were draped over his.

It was a sublimely sensual position in which to have found himself, he thought.

"Thank you," the voice of Kaylee whispered into the darkness, and the words were so soft and so genuine that Todd could not help but be moved. It was clear she was speaking about more than just sex.

"The pleasure was all mine," he told her, squeezing her tenderly.

Lauren laughed. "Not true, stud," she disagreed.

Kaylee and Todd laughed in unison, and the three young people cuddled closer together. Spent and exhausted, they drifted off to sleep.

* * *

His headache was exceptional, but somewhat more discomforting was the haziness of his memory regarding the previous night, as if a cloud had descended and enveloped his mind. He remembered drinking heavily at the first couple of bars, and then meeting a beautiful woman with dark red hair at the third, and that is where his mind began to go blank.

Which was terrible, really, as the girl had seemed very into him.

He took a long shower when he woke up, to cleanse himself of that uncomfortable morning-after feeling as much as possible; sleeping in your clothes while sprawled across the top of your bed only exacerbated that feeling, which is why he took his time beneath the warmth, soothing spray.

Breakfast consisted of a bowl of Cheerios and a yogurt, simple foods to help quell his lingering queasiness. It was going to be a slow day, he figured, as he recovered from the night out.

He was on the couch watching pro hockey when the door to Todd's room opened and two women emerged, one a beautiful blonde, the other a gorgeous dark redhead, both freshly showered and dressed down in loose-fitting sweats that did not belong to them, and both familiar. The women were clutching a bundle of clothes, their own arms linked, smiling and giggling, and as they came into the living room and noticed him staring, a fresh round of giggles ensued; he picked his jaw up off the floor and closed his mouth.

"Hi, Ethan," the redhead cooed as the girls sauntered past.

"Bye, Ethan!" the blonde chirped as the front door swung shut behind them.

It was just after the door closed, before Ethan had time to consider what exactly had just happened, when he heard movement behind him again and turned his head to find Todd trudging wearily from his bedroom, also dressed in sweats.

He sighed heavily as he fell onto the other couch. "Who's playing?" he asked.

"Oilers-Maple Leafs," Ethan responded automatically, then added, softly, reverently, "How do you do it, man? Seriously, how do you do it?"

Todd shrugged. "Kaylee, the blonde, was ready to go from the beginning," he said, "but Lauren, the redhead, only joined after you passed out." He grinned. "So, thanks!"

Ethan picked his jaw up a second time. "Shit," he muttered.

"She's a wild one, that girl," Todd said with another sigh. "Kaylee was a sweetheart, though. I hope she dumps the prick she's dating."

"Why, you interested?"

Todd thought for a long moment. "She's a sweet girl, yes, and beautiful, but I don't think I'd be right for her. She needs a guy who will cherish her completely, treat her like a princess, all that jazz, and I don't think I'd be capable of giving her everything she deserved."

Ethan scoffed. "What do you mean, dude? You're like the most chivalrous guy I know. Everyone knows when you date a girl, that's exactly how you treat her." He chuckled. "You just don't date girls for longer than a couple of months."

"I never want to lead a girl on," Todd stated emphatically.

"But you've dated so many girls," Ethan pressed. "All beautiful, and most of them sweet. What could you possibly be looking for that you haven't already found?"

There was a long moment of silence as Todd considered the question, and there was a moment where Ethan actually thought he might get a straight answer. His roommate tended to keep his emotions guarded, his feelings hidden; perhaps it was one reason he could not find the right woman. The moment passed, however, and the familiar stone face returned once more.

"I don't know," Todd replied quietly, but it was clear he was holding something back.

Ethan shrugged. "Well, at least you can look forward to more women tomorrow night," he said with a smile that rolled into a grimacing frown. "I'll be in Socorro, New Mexico, by the way, so just go ahead and shoot me now."

Todd grinned. "Bummer," he said.

"Bummer, indeed," Ethan agreed.

Todd rose to his feet. "I've got to get ready. I'm meeting my mom for lunch before work today. Have a good trip, bro."

"Have a good time tomorrow night," Ethan said with a sigh. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Todd chuckled. "You mean like pass out?" he called, and ducked into his bedroom just in time to avoid the couch pillow that went whizzing past.

Ethan sighed; his aim never had been very good.

* * *

He was passing the newsstand outside the restaurant when he saw her on the cover of Glamour. She turned up every so often in magazines, always when he was least expecting it, but never before had she managed to make her way onto a cover. She looked, as always, gorgeous.

He stopped, plucked the magazine from the rack, paid the vendor, and slipped it into his bag as neatly and carefully as he could. He would probably frame it later, when he got home; it's not every day an old friend graces the cover of a major fashion magazine.

As he walked into the restaurant he considered the irony of seeing the magazine so soon after having such a serious conversation about his love life, one that skirted closer to the truth than ever before. Perhaps, he thought, the magazine was a sign; perhaps it was merely coincidence.

Perhaps.

Part 02: Three Tides 

The pre-party was in full swing when Todd arrived, four guys in silly costumes getting sauced on vodka shots and Jägerbombs. Dwayne answered the door, grinning stupidly like the cat that got the cream. He was dressed in the red and blue tights of Superman, cape included, the first of their merry little band of superheroes.

"'Bout time, my brother," the excitable man gibed as the two slapped five. "You ready to get your drink on? Lots of pussy be out there to-night!"

Todd chuckled. "If you say so, bro," he said. "Nice cape."

Dwayne puffed out his chest. "Don't you fuck with Superman, son," he warned, "or Superman'll bust you up!"

"You'd have to catch me first," Todd noted with a grin.

"Funny man," Dwayne said. "No one told me you were so funny. Enough jokes, funny man. Get your ass back to the bar and get yourself liquored up!"

It was funny, of course, because of what Todd was wearing: dressed in yellow boots, a yellow belt, a bright red eye-mask, and covered from neck to ankle in a red spandex bodysuit with a lightning bolt across his chest, Todd was the spitting image of the iconic comic book character known as the Flash.

He rolled up to the bar and poured himself a vodka-based concoction, and sucked down half the glass before turning to face the room again. Just in time, nicely enough, to watch another pair of superheroes enter from the back rooms: Terrance Hawk, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, and Mike Gregory, tall and handsome with deep gray eyes to nearly match Todd's own. Both men were mid-twenties and friends of Dwayne through soccer, and Todd had hung out with them on many occasions before. He was glad to see Mike, whom he had not seen in some time; the man had been going through a rough patch after his long-term relationship ended.

"Nice," Todd said approvingly as they approached: Terrance was dressed as Green Lantern, Mike as Spiderman. Neither was wearing their masks yet, but both costumes looked pretty good.




Rekindled



Influences at the end. 

As a fair warning, this is a mind control story with sexual content, and not a sex story with mind control content. 

Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between females and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work to people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Rekindled ©2015 softi. All rights reserved. Send comments to contact on my profile. 

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Heather massaged her temples, ready to head home. Her eyes crossed over the papers strewn on her desk and the monitor of her laptop. She had more to do, but it was late, and it was Friday. Gathering up the filing for the patent, she clicked her laptop shut. It could be finished from home. The necessary items all went in her briefcase and she left the office. 

The elevator ride down was lonely, like it always was on Friday. During the week, sometimes another late-working lawyer or some other corporate stiff would ride down with her, occasionally asking her to drinks, either business driven or otherwise. She never accepted. But on Friday, everyone was out, already deep in alcohol-fueled schmoozing with coworkers, or home with their families. Even the janitors weren't there, waiting until Sunday night to clean up. The doors opened in the underground garage, and she walked out to her car. The black BMW M5 winked as she pressed the keyless entry. 

The ride home was lonely. The freeways weren't crowded, with most workers already home even after drinks. Some part of her noticed, wanted some social interaction. But it wasn't going to happen. She had to work, make money to send her daughter to college. Her ex had accused her of placing work before all, and maybe it was true. But she had a purpose, and sending Riley to Berkeley was it. 

She came in through the garage, tossing her keys in the drawer of the small table as she walked into the kitchen. "I'm home!" she shouted, not sure if Riley was still around. There wasn't an answer. She heard the T.V. in the living room though, so she peeked around the corner and saw her daughter scrunched on the couch, staring at her phone instead of paying attention to whatever show was on. Heather didn't know; she didn't have time for T.V. 

"Hi honey," Heather said over the blaring speakers. 

"Oh, it's you," said Riley. "You actually came home. I'm amazed." 

"Yes, I came home," said Heather bitterly. It was an old fight, and not one she had the energy to go through now. "Are you hungry?" 

"Ate a while ago, no thanks to you," Riley said. "I'll be out of your hair in a bit," she sniped. 

Heather sighed. "You know it's not like that," she said. 

"Then act like it," Riley replied. 

Heather opened her mouth, closed it again. She was too tired for this. She shook her head, walked down the hall to her dark home office and set her briefcase on the mahogany desk. She clicked on the lamp and sank into the soft, plush leather chair. It was new, since the last had worn to the point of cracking. Soft light shined in a puddle on the desk, with papers stacked neatly at either side and pens in a small cup at the top. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with brown, black and blue legal tomes. She pulled out her laptop and plugged it into the cradle. Once fired up, the large monitor attached to the dock came on and the filing filled the screen. 

Her cell rang. She pulled it out of her purse. The screen showed "Unavailable". She answered. "This is Heather." 

"Hello, my sweet, precious Heather," a silky woman's voice intoned. 

"No," whispered Heather, her body immediately tense as cold fear radiated from her chest. Petra. 

"Yes, Heather. I've found you," said Petra. "It's time for you to sleep again." 

"No, no, no!" shouted Heather. "I took them out! All of them! By a professional!" 

"You mean, all of those, creamy delights," asked Petra. 

"See! They don't work! Stay away from me you bitch!" 

"I'm going..." 

Heather angrily pushed the hang up button on the cell's screen. She dropped her phone on the desk and sunk her face into her hands. The memories came flooding back, all of the ones she'd fought to lose and kept suppressed for so long. 

Petra sat next to Heather in their apartment kitchen. They shared the smallest bedroom of the three, since neither could afford to pay for their own. The cheap plastic chairs weren't comfortable, and Heather hated them. 

"It'll work, trust me," said Petra. 

"No way," said Heather. "This is all bullshit." 

"No, really, I can do this," said Petra. "You need to get under control or you're never going to graduate." 

"I... I know, Petra," said Heather, resigned to at least trying. Her grades were in the tank and she was already on academic probation. She shook her head. "But this is still bullshit." 

"Just, just let me try," said Petra. "But you have to try as well. Let yourself do this, relax into it, be open to letting it happen, ok?" 

"Ok," Heather sighed. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Watch this," said Petra, and Heather did. The pendant swung gently between them, and Heather watched as Petra droned on about feeling relaxed, heavy, sleepy... 

Heather shook herself, stopping the movie her mind was making. It had taken years of therapy, much of it under trance, to erase what had happened to her. The clinicians hadn't really believed, but she paid good money, so they walked through her mind, erasing the pieces that made her drop under so quickly. They tried to break the associations, too, and she had thought they had. But now, even after 20 years, she was a little breathless just from hearing that voice again. Her body still responded in the ways it had been trained to. But the feelings were muted, and she had hung up. She had won. Just like she had gotten away after graduation, all of those years ago. She sank back into the chair and forced her muscles to relax. Nothing was going to happen. 

"Well, we've gotten all we could find," said Dr. Thompson. "I can't believe how many there were." He shook his head. "Mommy's little dolly, doggy, strip..." 

"Thank you, doctor," Heather said, able to not react to the words, not forget as each was said. "You've done more than I thought anyone could to help me." 

"You've been a unique case, Heather. We just wanted to help you get past the PTSD and get your life back." 

"You have, doctor. You have." She smiled at him. She'd gotten past offering her body as payment at the end of each session. "I'm not a slave anymore." She turned and walked out the door, feeling free and happy for the first time in years. Truly happy, not some trained reflex igniting a warped, sexual bliss. 

Her phone rang again. It said "Unavailable". She ignored it. She got up and poured herself some brandy from the crystal carafe she had on a small table near the two chairs facing the desk. The burn helped cover up the last of the latent feelings from the call with Petra that she hadn't been able to get under control. Sighing, she sat down. Another flash of memory pushed forward. 

Heather sat on her bed in her room, amazed at the difference just a few sessions with Petra had made. Her concentration was up, her motivation was higher, and she was getting through her studies easily. She smiled as she finished up the last of her speech and got ready to put it on cards. 

Petra interrupted her. "Hey, there, roomie." She smiled down at Heather. "Ready for another session?" 

"Hey, Petra, it's been working so well I'm not sure..." 

"Don't be silly, Heather," Petra said. "You can always use more reinforcement." Heather did feel silly. Of course she needed more. It was helping her so much. "Now, it's time to get ready," said Petra, like she was talking to a child. Heather didn't mind. She moved to the edge of the bed and sat up straight. Her nightshirt rode up over her hips, exposing her lack of underwear. But that didn't matter. 

Didn't it used to? 

"Just relax your mind, Heather, and let me in." Heather did, her eyes sliding closed and her breathing slowing. Face slack, her mind opened to her hypnotist. The world faded in a blissful fog, conscious thought slipping away, losing track of time... 

Heather startled herself back to reality. Her body was relaxed and her breathing slow, with dew between her legs. She shook to break the conditioning her body remembered. Even after so long, Petra had hooks in her. A few aches had crept in while she'd sat, and she worked them slowly out. How long had she sat there, lost in the dream? She needed to do something, take her mind off her old roommate. Looking around, she figured maybe she could start on work, but that wouldn't happen now. Her concentration was shot. Heather stood up, a little agitated. Work had always helped before, but the heat between her legs was distracting. She walked towards the table, thinking maybe another drink might help. 

The doorbell rang. Surprise warred with fear as she opened her office door and walked towards the foyer. Her daughter beat her there, opening the front door, likely expecting her friends. Instead, two women stood there, similar in look but years apart in age. Both had long, honey blonde hair and strong, high cheekbones. 

Heather immediately recognized her former roommate. Dread swept over her. She fought down a panic attack, nearly hyperventilating, but just managing to control herself. 

"Oh," said Riley. "Who are you?" 

"I'm a friend of your mother's," said the older woman. "My name is Petra. And this is my daughter, Keira." 

"I didn't know mom had friends," sniped Riley, looking back at her mother. She turned rudely and went into the living room, plopped back on the couch, and went back to whatever was on her phone. 

"Get out," whispered Heather, fists clenched at her sides. It was all she could manage. 

"Oh, pet, invite us in," said Petra. Her smooth, silken voice sank into crevasses it had carved long ago throughout Heather's mind. "We've come so far to see you, pretty dolly." 

War raged in Heather's mind. The role-playing sessions with the therapists fought for dominance in her head, the ones where she told Petra off, but the velvet voice crippled the drawn up, coached, and rehearsed responses. It wormed into her mind and demanded attention, pushing her to invite the predator in. Protective instinct popped up, wanting to keep Riley away and safe from something so twisted in Heather's past. Her body worked on it's own as the war continued, gesturing the two inside and shivering in obedient joy while her thoughts spun. Part of her mind thrilled at the rekindled pleasure of submission, while another shouted at her to stop and force the two out. 

Petra and Keira walked in, both dressed lightly in blouses, skirts, stockings and heels. Keira's clothes were tight, showing her curves and hinting at the bra underneath. Petra sat in the large love seat and Keira took up position on the far side of the couch from from Riley. Heather caught Petra's daughter greedily looking her own up and down while licking her lips slightly. Riley shrank back a bit, annoyed but not enough to move yet. 

"Heather, bring us drinks, we're thirsty," said Petra. "Wine for me, a good cab. And make sure it's a fresh bottle. I don't want anything stale." 

"Same for me," said Keira. 

Heather never took this from anyone without exploding. She could feel the anger boiling up, but with it came the desire to obey and the need to feel the gratification that would bring. She shivered in place, trying to wield her now trained will to fight the submission. She saw Riley look up, confusion playing across the young woman's features at her mother's strange reaction. 

"Now, Heather," warned Petra. It tipped Heather towards subservience, a strong desire not to displease washing away her ability to resist. Defiance faded into warm desire as she went into the kitchen, pulled out a new bottle, popped the cork and poured. She served the two glasses to Petra and Keira, feeling a little thrill run up from her moistening crotch. 

"Uh, mom, get me one too." 

Heather turned to her daughter, anger on her face. She never let Riley drink. 

"Get her one, pet," said Petra. 

Heather nearly blew up. Rounding on Petra, she glared at the woman, who just stared back at her, daring her to defy an order. The anger struggled to win out as Heather stood still, eyes blazing, body shaking with rage. The allure of submission and reveling in the bliss it brought pressed back, getting stronger with each moment, and she finally whipped around to head back to the kitchen. The budding flame between her thighs grew as she listened to the conversation from the kitchen. 

"My mom's pretty good," said Petra's daughter, "isn't she?" 

"How...?" asked her own. 

"Back in college, my mom hypnotized yours." 

"Bullshit," came the disbelieving response. "No way." 

"Really, she totally did." Heather came out, blushing and a little tingly to hear her daughter learn of her weakness. Keira had turned towards Riley. Heather saw both smiling as they watched her bring the glass to her daughter. She seethed as an amused Riley took the drink and swigged. 

Though she obviously still felt the docility, tractability and pleasure in obedience she had in college, Heather gathered the burning pain and indignation running through her at being treated this way in front of her daughter to try to steel herself against it. Again she prepared to fight for her autonomy, and rounded on Petra, pointing at her nemesis. "You cannot come in here..." 

"Oh, stop it, Heather," said Petra, barely raising her voice. "Kneel." 

A velvet arousal washed over the anger, and Heather's knees buckled. She somehow caught herself and stood up straight. "I had those commands removed." 

"I thought you might try," said Petra. "Strip." Heather's hands twitched, but stayed at her side. "Doggy." She nearly barked, but choked it back. "Mommy's little dolly." Heather felt the old wash of relaxation and pleasure as her mind began drifting, but it was weaker than years ago and she fought it off. She grinned in triumph as reality came back into focus. 

"Wow, you really have done well," admitted Petra. She turned to look at Heather's daughter. "Riley, did you know your mom was a partier in college?" 

"Leave now, or I'm calling the cops," interrupted Heather. 

"Shush, Heather," ordered Petra. "And freeze, my little pet," she added, as Heather reached for her phone. The previous victory faded as Heather stiffened, faintly trembling in her struggle to move against the blossoming re-addiction to the joy of obedience. Somehow, the professionals had missed that one. Her eyes swung to her hypnotist, resentment clear in her glare, but she couldn't break free. The delight of losing the battle slicked her pussy. 

Petra smiled back, obviously enjoying the trapped woman's futile enmity and rising heat. Still looking at Heather, she said, "Now, Riley, your mother was a partier. She hated work. The woman you grew up with was my doing, and for that, I am sorry. I had no idea she would turn into such a workaholic. But she came to me, asked me to help her study. I told her about hypnosis, and explained what it could do for her. She didn't believe me, but was so desperate she tried anyway." Petra smiled at Riley. "It's a powerful force, the mind. You can do a lot with it, if you want to, and Heather wanted to. She was going to be kicked out." 

"Mom? No fucking way!" exclaimed Riley. 

"Really, Riley. So I helped her, and she got better about her work. In fact, became a little obsessed with it, wouldn't you say?" 

"Uh, yeah," Riley nodded. 

"It looks like she's been fighting back, all this time," said Petra, looking back at Heather. "Heather, dear, please look here," she said, pulling something from under her blouse. A red gem swung on the end of a thin, sliver necklace. "I bet there's one impulse you couldn't lessen, that you still can't fight." 

Heather saw the jewel come out, and struggled to keep her eyes locked on Petra's. Instead, they dropped down to the bright stone swinging gently under the woman's hand. The desire to fight, to look away and focus on anything else, slowly eroded in an undercurrent of bliss. "That's it, pet, just sink down into a warm, relaxing trance." Petra's words slipped into Heather's mind, soothing her and bringing long dormant parts to the surface. Heather whimpered slightly, labored for a second more, then surrendered to the darkness rapidly curling up around her mind. Her consciousness drowned in a morass of deep, scary, scorching hot fantasies embedded in her long ago. Soon, face slack, body relaxed and crotch dripping, she gently swayed on her feet in time with the pendant. 

"Kneel, my pet," Petra said, and Heather flushed with pleasure as she obeyed. Her eyes were still locked on the bauble. She felt aware, but through a dreamy haze of compliant euphoria. 

"Oh my god, nobody's going to believe this shit." Heather didn't move or glance over as a phone flash went off. 

"Just wait, Riley, and watch the power my mom has over yours." 

"Now, Heather, bark," her hypnotist said. Heather barked, and nearly whined with the thrill. "Sit." Heather sat on her haunches, hands on the ground, joy playing across her face. "Present." Heather arched her back forward, pulling her arms behind herself to press her breasts against the blouse of the suit she was still wearing. She could feel the shock on her daughter's face, the fascination in Riley's gaze. 

"You should try it, Riley," said Keira, "having someone under your control. It's such a rush." A pause. "Why don't you hypnotize me?" 

Heather tried to wonder if that should bother her, but she hadn't been told to worry about it. 

"I, uh, what?" 

"Come on," said Keira. "It's not like you can get me to do anything I don't want to do." 

Riley audibly drank more wine, paused, finally said, "Fine, I'll play. What do I do?" 

Heather felt a prickle in her mind, but obediently washed it away. She dripped thinking about how well trained she was, how good she was being. 

"Here, take this." Something flashed in Heather's peripheral vision, but the gem in front of her still held her gaze. "Swing it gently, drone on about how wonderful it is to be relaxed and sleepy." 

"That's it?" Riley questioned. 

"Something like that. Give it a try. I'm willing, so it shouldn't be too hard." 

A flashing light occasionally hit Heather's eyes. "You are feeling very sleepy," Riley intoned, not really suppressing a giggle. "Feel the relaxation wash over you. You are getting heavy, and feeling sleepy." Another giggle. 

"Treat it more like guided meditation," said Keira. 

"I don't meditate." 

There was a sigh, and some movement. "Here, Riley, let me show you." Some more movement. 

Heather could almost crease her brow. 

The red jewel swung closer to her face, and she felt a soft whisper in her ear. "Aware, pet." The haze evaporated, bringing the danger into sharp focus. Heather tried to call out, to stop her daughter from playing with a predator. Her eyes were still locked in place, she was under an order to be quiet, and her body was frozen in presenting position. She managed a faint whimper of frustration but her helplessness only fueled the submissive euphoria. 

"You know what's going to happen, don't you, pet? Your daughter is going to slip into trance for the first time. Turn and watch." Even as her heart sank in her chest, Heather obediently rounded on her knees to observe. Keira was up high on the couch, gently swinging a sparkling green gem in front of Riley, who was stretched out somewhat. The look of skepticism on her daughter's face buoyed Heather's flagging spirits. 




Rekindled



Keira's soft voice floated over to Heather. "You can feel how heavy your feet are now, weighing down your legs." Even with the clear pessimism on Riley's face, Heather noticed the girl's feet sinking slightly into the couch. 

"Isn't it beautiful, pet?" Heather's hypnotist whispered in her ear. "Watch my daughter lay the foundations in Riley's mind, so she can slowly peel back each layer of consciousness until there is only deep, blissful trance. Just like I did to you, pet." 

The old words played through Heather's mind, from back when Petra first took her under. "Feel the relaxation wash over you, sending you further down into blissful sleep." Now she heard her hypnotist's daughter repeating the same words, but intended for different prey. 

The unwitting victim was a little lower on the couch. The hard cynicism on Riley's face slowly loosened, her eyelids beginning to sag as the eyes underneath swung in time with the pendant. Heather railed against the velvet ropes binding her mind as the threat to her own daughter mounted, but the cords held fast. 

"Riley is wearing down, her reason dulled, her alertness dampened. She is not aware enough now to comprehend her peril. Are you jealous of your daughter, pet? I am of mine. To take such a young, susceptible mind and mold it just so, leaving it begging for more..." 

Riley was visibly slumped back into the couch, her eyes rocking back and forth from beneath barely cracked lids. "So weary, so sleepy," droned Petra. "Listening to my voice relax you, leading you to a safe, warm trance. So heavy now, so drained, fading into the light. Feel it drawing out your consciousness, letting your thoughts drift, calming them, quieting them, so you can sink into pleasant slumber and listen to my words, feeling so open..." 

Heather tried to defy her programming, the subtle but overwhelming desire to obey and be rewarded with pleasure, but her slavish devotion to her hypnotist's commands left her slick with need too great to overcome. She panted in lust, her weakness and passive acceptance heightening her euphoric devotion. 

"So open now, my words slipping into your mind, making a home there as you float in pleasant emptiness, no thoughts, nothing but the light." Riley was completely slack, sunk into the couch, head loose on her neck, eyes still following the flickering jewel. "Rest now, let your eyes drift closed and your mind float into trance." A tear slipped down Heather's cheek, echoed by one down her thigh, as her daughter gave up her final resistance and shut her eyes. 

"Hmm, so delicious," whispered Petra. "Riley is ripe for instruction now, and Keira will teach her well. You know the lessons, pet, the ones that will instruct your daughter in the joy of obedience, make her surrender her will to mine." 

Heather was both completely destroyed and submissively thrilled that Riley was in trance. Her worst fears were playing out in front of her, but her body was reacting like it was a black, twisted, scorching hot fantasy. The scene drove lust into her mind and shattered her thoughts into the pure erotic rush Petra had taught her to lose herself in. She had tried so hard to forget, to unlearn, but had only managed to make it dormant. 

Keira whispered directly into Riley's ear. Heather watched, and waited, and stained her panties while her daughter stayed still and listened. 

After a while, long or short Heather couldn't tell, Keira slipped back to her side of the couch. Riley was softly counting down. When she reached one, her eyes slipped open and she looked around. "Whu... what... what happened?" She pulled herself up, blinking. 

"You were hypnotized," said Keira. "I had you under." 

"Wow, that was..." Riley looked in wonder across the couch at the smiling girl. "No you didn't. I remember everything. I was just, relaxed, that was all." She stretched. "I didn't fall asleep, did I?" She chuckled. 

"Yeah, you were, and you did," smirked Keira. 

"I... was? Really?" Riley looked confused and a little concerned. "I wasn't... I didn't... nothing stupid, right?" 

"No, we just had a little conversation," said Keira. "Now that you have an idea how it works, it's your turn to try me." She tossed the necklace to the still recovering girl. 

Riley jerked reflexively to catch it. "Oh, uh, sure," she said. "Actually, that sounds like fun. Uh, yeah." She sat on the edge of the couch, faced Keira, stared into her eyes, and brought the gem up between them. Riley started rocking it. "Look at the... look at..." Her gaze shifted to the green flashes. "I... uh..." She paused. "Watch the light, gently swinging, capturing your mind." Her voice softened and her cadence became sluggish. "Drifting, quieting, slowing," Riley stilled, "blank," now silent, completely fascinated by the swirling green bauble. 

"Good, Riley, you learned well," said Keira. 

Petra whispered in Heather's ear, "You may pull your skirt up now, pet, and shove your hands down your panties." Heather hurried to comply, but held her hands still against her sopping labia. She didn't have permission to play yet. She stayed motionless as Keira again whispered in Riley's ear. Heather knew the words seeped directly into her daughter's mind, finding a home there, gently caressing the folds into new shapes. Another time passed, with Heather on the brink but without release, just watching. Keira pulled back again, grinning broadly. 

Riley softly counted. On reaching one, she once again blinked herself awake, and nearly slipped off the couch. "Wow, what... what happened?" She caught herself and stood up, looking dazed. 

"You slipped under again," said Keira. "You must be really susceptible to hypnosis." 

"I will always fall into a trance for you," said Riley. She shook her head. "Why the fuck would I say that?" 

"I asked you to," smiled her hypnotist. "You are a very good subject. Now, what are you?" 

"A submissive hypnosis addict," replied Riley. "Oh shit, what the fuck?" 

"And what about me?" 

"You're my hypnotist. Huh? Stop it!" Riley looked about, confused and scared. 

"And what do you do for your hypnotist?" 

"I slip into... trance..." Riley did, her panicky body calming as her face went slack. 

"Good, Riley!" exclaimed Keira. She beamed at her mom. "She's great!" 

"I told you you'd like her," said Petra. "So easy to train, just like her mother." Heather blushed in an addictive mix of sinking humiliation, burning hatred, false pride and submissive joy. 

Keira jumped up, obviously excited. "Lead me to your room, Riley." The dulled girl turned and shuffled to the stairs. Keira walked after, hands low on Riley's hips. 

"Now, pet, it's time for our fun," said Petra. "Play with yourself, but don't cum." Heather's hands sped at fast as they could, trapped by the panties. She whined in pent up desire, needing a release that wouldn't come. "Answer me. How did that make you feel?" 

"I hate you," cried Heather. "I can't... believe... this is... happening." She whimpered. "I'm so horrified, terrified for my daughter, humiliated at being treated like this in front of her." She nearly crested, but couldn't finish. A moan of frustration came out. "It's a sick, twisted, painfully hot fantasy playing out! I don't even know if it's really mine or just something you put in my head! Oh god, I'm so close!" 

"Freeze, my little pet." Petra smirked as Heather cried out in anguish when her hands stilled. The smiling hypnotist shifted back in the love seat and tucked her skirt under her ass. "Now pleasure me." The whimpering submissive leaned between the spread legs and started licking the soft skin above the stocking tops. 

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Still trying to decide whether this story needs me to continue. 

It plays out an idea that I've had floating in my head for a while. The influences come from silkstockingslover and a few on the EMCSA, including MichelleLovesTo's great Like Mother, Like Daughter, trilby else's Tether and Watering Hole, Pan's Redheads Waiting, and plenty of others. 

Most particularly, though, this comes from Legacy. trilby's story has a similar theme, and handles it better than I did.



Rekindled Affair



They met in a chat room back when that was what you did on the Internet. They hit it off and soon went on to long e-mails, sometimes daily. They both were married to others and neither was interested in anything more than a cyber relationship. To Amy it was naughty and exciting as she teased Frank about what she was wearing and just where she had placed her hands. As for Frank, this was the closest to 'cheating' he had ever come and he would masturbate constantly over his fantasy on-line lover. The two never met and neither knew what the other looked liked for they never exchanged photos.

It all ended after Lois caught her husband playing with himself like a teenager over a steamy e-mail Amy had sent him. Desperate to save his marriage he changed his e-mail address and never spoke to Amy again. Amy never knew what happened and when her mail kept coming back undeliverable, she gave up and went on with her life.

Today twenty years later both are now divorced and alone, their future looks bleak as they wait to grow old. Frank's sister is the one who introduced him to Facebook, saying how great it was to find old friends and acquaintances. Frank signed up and as he was thinking of whom he would like to find Amy's name popped into his head. Her unusual last name made her easy to locate and as luck would have it, she was already listed. Nervously he sent her a friend request with a short note asking if she remembered him. He had no idea if she would reply after the abrupt way he dropped her before. Amy immediately accepted his request and before long, they were back to almost daily communication. Frank said he wanted to meet her in person but Amy felt uneasy about it. He told her he had been a fool to let her go and he wanted to amend that mistake. Amy said that for the sake of honesty that she no longer looked like the girl he knew twenty years earlier. To Frank this meant nothing as her never knew what she looked like then. She finally relented and they agreed to meet as soon as Frank could arrange a flight to her town. She wanted to exchange photos but Frank said he wanted to find out what she looked like in person.

The day Frank was due to land Amy stood nude in front of her bathroom mirror. She kept staring at the image of a fat middle-aged woman with lines on her face and wrinkles on her body. Her washed out blond hair was lifeless and graying. Whatever could she wear that would be the most attractive. The tears came to her eyes as she realized there was nothing she could do to make herself look good. She decided right then that she'd do the best she could and if Frank couldn't accept the real she it would be his loss. She put just a dab of makeup on and after putting on her best-looking business suit left for the airport.

Amy waited in the luggage pickup area and as she saw all the people, she began to wonder how they would find each other. As she debated on maybe making a sign out of something, she heard,

"Amy, is that you?"

She looked up to see a middle-aged man with a paunch and thinning hair. She stared as she nodded and then watched him drop his luggage and grab her up in his arms. He swung her around laughing,

"Oh my god we finely meet I've wanted this for so long I had given up hope."

He sat her down and kissed her deep and long. Amy's head was swimming but it all felt so real as if they had known each other forever. When they broke their kiss he looked into her eyes, when she started to speak, he put his finger to her lips.

"Before you say anything let me just say two things first. I just knew I would know your eyes, I felt I knew your soul from all our talks and I was sure if I could look into your eyes, I would recognize you. Amy, you might think this is too fast but I have to tell you, I love you and I have ever since we met in that chat room so many years ago."

Amy was in shock it was if he had spoke her mind as she had felt the same about Frank. How many nights had she laid in her bed longing for this moment, to be in his arms and having him say he loved her? She led him to her car and then took him to her place. They talked along the way just as they chatted on line and they felt comfortable with each other. In her front room they both knew what they wanted and soon they were naked and in her bed. They made love with passion and urgency due to a twenty-year wait. It all seemed so natural yet exciting as they discovered each other's body. After as they lay holding each other, he asked her to stay with him, forever and she readily agreed. They both drifted off to a relaxing sleep, later he awoke to see her hunched over her laptop. He got up to look over her shoulder; she turned to kiss him,

"I'm just changing my status on Facebook."