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Sweet Nothings

By: WillB



The phone is ringing a few minutes after the promised time of 9:00 PM, and I am already in bed, anxious for her call.

“Hi, honey, it’s me,” Lori says softly.

“Glad you called,” I say in tones mirroring hers.

“You get the kids to bed? Hope they went down without too much of a fuss.”

“Nah, they asked about when you’d be coming home, and if you’d be home tomorrow, but for the most part, they settled right down.” I say this with just a trace of wistfulness.

She’s silent for a few moments. “Bill, I really wish it didn’t have to be this way . . . I really do.”

“I know.”

“It’s just that . . . oh, we’ve been over this so much it . . . I guess I feel so guilty about everything, but I just don’t see how we can . . . damn it, I’m so tired of crying. Can’t we just talk about something else, anything?”

“How’s Julie?” referring to her old friend and new roommate.

“She’s fine. In fact she’s out on a date right now. Some guy she knows from work.” 

I’ve met Julie a couple of times over the years—she’s a few years younger than Lori, but seems to be way ahead of her in the experience department. She’s never married, to my knowledge, and she probably won’t, as long as she continues to enjoy the endless string of male admirers that occupy most of her leisure time.

“I thought she had gotten pretty serious about that one guy . . . you know, the one from her workout class.”

“Paul. Oh, she still sees him once in a while, but I think she’s been trying to cool it with him a little. She said he was pushing too hard for some kind of commitment. You know Julie. A real free spirit. I can’t imagine her getting tied down to any one man. Not for a while, anyway.”

“I suppose.” I want to talk about Lori and me, but I also don’t want to discourage our conversations, as infrequent as they have become over the past two weeks since we separated. “So, is this new guy anyone she’s gone out with before?”

“No, in fact, she was more nervous than usual for a first date. Kept bugging me about what she should wear, what would be the best perfume to put on, if she looked all right. You’d think she was getting ready for her high school prom or something. Hell, to be honest, the guy’s married.”

That stings a little.

“She’s been talking about him all week, thinks he’s just too sexy.”

“Sounds like he’s gonna get lucky tonight.” I voice this in a light-hearted way, but with a faint undercurrent of sarcasm.

“Knowing her, I wouldn’t doubt it,” a slight snicker in her delivery.

I hear the unmistakable sound of Lori taking a drink, which is not surprising, since putting away several glasses of wine in the evening is a habit she has fed for years. Depending on her mood, sometimes it’s more than several. Now that I think about it, what I initially took to be a touch of depression in her voice, is more than likely the early stages of intoxication. Not that I condone her getting soused, but I used to enjoy how frisky she would get when she had more than her usual few glasses. It seemed to lower her inhibitions and result in a fun time for both of us. I miss her horniness and how sexy she’d get when she had a buzz on. Oh, well.

“So,” I continue, “she usually bring the guys back home after the date, or what?”

“I don’t know, I guess it depends on the situation. Since this guy’s married, they can’t very well go to his place. And I suppose it depends on how well they get along tonight. If he turns out to be a real loser, then it’ll probably be an early night for them. On the other hand . . . I don’t know. Maybe.”

My mind begins to form images of Julie and her date coming back to the apartment, both hot to trot. And Lori’s there. I wonder just how discreet Julie is when Lori’s in the next room. I wonder if their bedrooms are adjoining. I wonder how thick the walls are. I wonder . . .

“She did have Paul over last week, after they got back from dinner and a movie. But then, she’s known him for a while. Could you hang on for a minute?”

“Sure.” My guess is she’s gone to the fridge to fill her glass. A minute or two later, she’s back on the line.

“Okay. I’m back. Anyway, as for this new guy,” she pauses, to take another drink, is my guess, “as hot as she is for him, either it’s bring him back here or . . . rape him in the car.” Lori giggles.

I’m careful not to seem too inquisitive, but I can’t help but to feel a little tingle in my balls at the thought of Julie—a stone fox—dragging some poor schmuck back to her place to fuck his socks off, or even getting it on with him in a car.

“Same old Julie,” I reply.

“Yeah, but she does have fun. It gets a little unnerving though, to have her squealing in the next room, while I’m trying to sleep.” Another giggle.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be kinda difficult to sleep through. I take it then, since you hadn’t spent the night over there before . . . since you moved in there with her, she’s had friends over in the last coupla weeks—or are you just talking about Paul?”

“Paul and another guy. Twice.”

I’m letting that digest a moment. “Uh, you mean twice with each, four different times, just in the past two weeks?”

“No,” she’s giggling some more. “I mean twice . . . with both of them . . . at the same time!”

“You shittin’ me?”

“Honest. Another guy from the workout class. Brought them both back here and . . . well . . . they both fucked her.”

Believe it or not, Lori doesn’t use that word very often, and then it’s usually while we’re doing just that. I feel another involuntary tingle in my scrotum from her use of the word, but also from the very fact that she’s a witness to a ménage involving sexy Julie. I also can’t help but to wonder what affect hearing all that had on Lori’s libido.

“Well, I can understand how difficult it must be to sleep with that going on. So you’re saying the two of them came over twice? And both times they . . .?” 

“Yup. Thought the neighbors were gonna complain.” She seems to be exceptionally full of giggles tonight.

“So, if this Paul guy is bugging Julie about a commitment, why in the hell is he willing to share her with another guy? Doesn’t sound very consistent.”

“I asked her the same thing, the next day after they came over the first time. She said that one of the problems with any kind of commitment with Paul would be that she wouldn’t be able to see other guys. And she told Paul this. He’s so gaga over her, I guess he figures that maybe he can make her happy and still be with her. I don’t know. Sounds kinda screwy to me, too.”

“No shit.”

“But even so, I know damn well that there were three very excited people in this apartment those two nights. So it couldn’ta been too much an ordeal for any of them.”

I slip in my own commentary, wary of putting her off. “I would think that would have been four excited people.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know about you, but I think I’d tend to get more than a little worked up, just listening to all that going on, right in the next bedroom.”

She doesn’t respond to my remark directly. “Actually, the first night they stayed in the living room. On the couch.”

“And how do you know it was on the couch?” Easy now, not too direct.

“Well . . .” I hear her taking a sip. “I had to pee really bad, and there’s only one bathroom in the apartment, and I have to walk into the living room to get to it. So I opened my door as quietly as I could, just to peek out and see if maybe I could make it to the bathroom without being noticed.”

“And?”

“Well, I saw Julie on the couch, on her back, and they’re all naked. Paul is on his knees next to the couch and he’s kissing Julie, while the other guy . . . is fucking her like crazy.” There’s that word again. Tingle, tingle. “I figured they were too busy to see me, so I opened the door all the way and put my hand up to the side of my face . . . you know, like I was putting a blinder on so I wouldn’t see them. And I hot-footed it into the bathroom. When I got done, I did the same thing going back to my room.”

“Forgive me for asking, but how were you dressed for the occasion? At home you usually don’t wear anything to bed.”

“Sure, like I’m gonna streak for them. I happen to wear that teddy you gave me for Christmas a coupla years ago. Wearing it right now, as a matter of fact.”

“Sorry. Just curious. So do you think they saw you?”

Lori snickers a little before answering. “Julie told me the next day that Paul did. Just as I was going back into my room. He said something to Julie about seeing me, and the guy that’s . . . between her legs, hears him and says that maybe I should come on out and join the fun. Julie told me that she told the guy to forget it, and went on with what they were doing. Needless to say, I was embarrassed, but damn it, when you gotta go . . .”

“How about the next time the three got together?” I feel suddenly warm, with more than just a tingle affecting my genitals. But I don’t want to ask any pointed questions, so I keep them open-ended.

“This time they fooled around a little in the living room, then went into Julie’s bedroom. More of the same.”

“How did you know it was the same two guys?”

She takes another sip. “I just did.”

I’m about to reframe the question, when she interrupts.

“Julie’s home.”

“Alone?”

“Don’t know yet.”

I keep quiet, waiting for Lori to make some kind of determination.

Finally, “He’s with her. I can hear them talking.”

I remain quiet.

“They turned the TV on.”

“Doesn’t sound like they’re very hot to trot.”

Lori gives out a little snorty laugh. “Give her time.”

“Is it cool for you to keep talking to me, or would you prefer that they think you’re asleep?” I realize after I say this that she might decide to end the call right now. I hope not.

“No it’s okay, but I need to keep my voice down.”

Yippee.

“I can hear them laughing. I guess giggling is more like it. Sounds like they’re having fun.”

So am I.

“By the way, are you on a regular phone or your cell phone?”

“My cell. Julie doesn’t have a phone in here. Why, you having trouble hearing me?”

“No, I just wondered.” 

“To tell you the truth, I’m standing with my ear to the door. So I have to whisper. Hope you can still hear me.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe you’re getting a little charge out of this eavesdropping bit.”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Matter of fact. Hope you had a chance to use the bathroom before they arrived.”

“Yeah, well that’s not the problem this time. I need another glass of wine.”

“Oops. So you gonna tough it out, or what?”

“Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll call out to Julie and have her get me one. Hate to disturb them, though. But maybe it’d be better now than later . . . when it would be a real coitus interrupt us.” Lori snickers, but softly.

I wait for her to make up her own mind.

“Think I’ll go for it.” I hear the sound of a door opening. “Julie?” she calls out. “Sorry to bother you, but can you do me a big favor and fill this for me?” I can picture her with her arm extended through the partially open door, the empty glass extended.

I hear Julie. “No prob.” Then, “Lori, this is Jack. Jack, Lori.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I hear Lori say. I can’t make out any more than a murmured reply from a male voice.

Moments later, “Here you go.”

“Thanks a bunch,” Lori says. The door closes.

A few seconds later, a knock and, “Lori, Jack says you’re welcome to come out and drink with us. We’re having wine, too.”

“Uh, no thanks, I’m getting ready to conk out for the night. Thanks anyway.”

“You sure? Jack says he won’t bite.”

“Another time. You guys have fun.”

“Oh, we will.”

“That would have been interesting,” I volunteer.

“Oh, in what way?” She‘s testing me—how, I’m not sure.

“Well, you know, if you’d gone out there . . . and they’re in a frisky mood already . . . and . . .” I was interrupted by a male voice.

“Hey Lori. Come on out and have a drink with us. We’re just sitting here drinking wine and watching TV.” He sounds a little tipsy to me, a little too boisterous.

“Thanks, Jack, but I really need to get some sleep. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

“Come on. Julie tells me you didn’t mind coming out the other night.”

It sounds like Lori is putting her hand over the phone so I can’t hear. But I can still make out most of the words.

“That was then, this is now,” Lori says to him.

“But she said you guys had a great time. I promise I won’t (garbled) unless you . . . or whatever you want. . . . if you want to . . . I know we’ll have . . . time . . . Julie said . . . like you really . . . to it. Just for a . . . then we can . . . it goes. Come on, please?”

“Give me a minute,” Lori answers. Her hand comes off the mike.

“Bill? Look, can I call you back in a little while? Julie needs to talk to me about something. I promise I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” She seems a little harried, which stirs my anticipation to a critical level.

“Uh, sure. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks.”

The “few minutes” Lori promised has now stretched to over an hour. You can imagine what I’m going through. The obvious thought that is driving me crazy is that she’s with them, doing whatever, and I know she’s not just sitting there, sipping wine, talking about the weather. I can’t help myself, but I’m so damned beside myself I can’t sit still. As in turned on. My response is mystifying to me: I’m sitting here imagining my wife in a threesome with some guy she’s never met before . . . and it’s giving me an erection. Maybe they’re just laughing and drinking and enjoying the conversation—but I know deep down that I’m being naïve to think that.

And what did he mean when he said she had come out the other night? That they “had a great time”? As far as what Lori had described, all she did was make a dash to the bathroom and back again. Hardly what would constitute a great time. But she had also not really answered me when I asked how she knew it was Paul and the guy from the couch the second night Julie had two men over. It’s confusing, but at the same time it’s becoming clear that Lori is taking advantage of her new single status. It hurts, but it’s also exciting the shit out of me. Just wish she’d call.

An hour and a half after I had hung up from talking to her, the phone is ringing. I let it ring three times, not wanting to appear over-anxious.

“Hello.”

“Hi. Sorry for taking so long. After I talked to Julie, I ended up sitting out there with the two of them, and the time got away from me.” Her voice is somewhat husky, and it’s apparent that she has consumed more wine since we last talked.

“No problem. I can always sleep after I’m dead. So you guys get along okay?”

“Yeah. He seems to be a nice enough guy. I can see why Julie was attracted to him.”

“Because he’s a nice guy? I was under the impression that Julie had more earthy desires in mind when she agreed to go out with him.” I can’t help the sarcasm.

“I suppose. Anyway, I’m back. I do need to get some sleep, so if there’s nothing else, I . . .”

“Lori, cut the crap! I wasn’t born yesterday. You guys were doing more out there than shooting the shit. And, from what I could hear from Jack, your little streak to the toilet led to much more—either that night or the next time Paul and his friend came over . . . or both.”

“Fine, believe what you will, but I’m . . .”

“Lori, please listen to me for a minute. I can’t believe I’m saying this . . . but . . . damn it to hell, it turns me on!”

“But . . .”

“Honey, I never thought I’d feel this way, but . . . well, while I was waiting for you to call I had a chance to think about it . . . a lot. And I also could feel how excited it was making me to imagine you . . . doing things like that. I’m not naïve enough to think that a beautiful, healthy woman like you doesn’t get horny. Even if it doesn’t include me. When you were talking earlier, about what Julie was doing, and you listening to it—even seeing it—I was getting excited. And I don’t think it was just because you were talking about Julie. I think—hell, I know—that it was because you were there and you were getting excited by what was going on. To sit here right now and imagine how you were so excited that you joined them . . . honey, I’m as hard as a rock!”

“Bill, I . . . I don’t know what to say.”

“I really don’t think that you would have volunteered what you did about your potty run, or that Paul saw you and the other guy wanted you to join them, unless deep down you wanted me to know. And tonight, you had to have known I would put two and two together and . . . So tell me. Tell me that you just got fucked.”

“Oh, God, don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. Just tell me.”

She’s being excruciatingly quiet.

“Lori? Please?” I say this as calmly and in as non-threatening a manner as I can.

“What do you want me to say? Yes . . . I just got fucked. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Thank you. I know that wasn’t easy to say. I love you, Lori. Don’t ever forget that.”

“So what now?” She sounds tired or resigned, maybe both, along with being emotionally exhausted—understandably so.

“Honey, I know you’re tired, but . . . please bear with me a little longer. My balls are so over-stimulated right now they ache. I want to know . . . the other night, with Paul and his friend, did you . . .?”

“Yes.” Her reply is so soft I can barely hear it.

“One or both of them?”

“Just the other guy. Jason. I don’t think Paul wanted to do anything to get on Julie’s bad side, although I honestly don’t think she would have minded in the least if he and I had . . . He was with her while . . . Jason and I were together. And it was only the second time they were here. I told you the truth about the first night. I went to bed and they had their own party out there. After Julie told me what Jason had said about wanting me to join them, and . . . well, after seeing him with Julie that night . . . I’m sorry Bill, but it turned me on to think about it. Julie knew that it did, and she kept telling me how good he felt. Christ, Bill, Jason’s only nineteen!”

“Hey, we were nineteen once. I think that sex was just about the only thing that mattered in the whole world back then. Hell, that’s only, what? Thirteen years ago? Boy, it musta been heaven for that young man, having two sexy women in one night. If only I had been so lucky at that age.”

“Yeah, I think he was pretty excited by the whole scene.”

I may as well press my good fortune a little further. “How about Jack? I’d imagine he went home a pretty happy camper tonight.”

“Oh, you could say that. Actually, he’s still here. He and Julie are going at it in her bed as we speak.”

“Man, that guy’s got some kinda stamina.”

“He’s come three times tonight, as far as I know.”

“Well, setting aside the fact that it’s gotta be an incredibly hot scene, it sounds like he’s one of those guys that can get off multiple times, and still get it up again.”

“That’s Jack, all right.”

“Honey, humor me, but I’m sitting here with a hard-on and no place to put it, so please . . . help me out here.”

“Look, I’m not coming over there and . . .”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. I mean help me . . . to get off . . . tell me what you and Jack . . . what the three of you did tonight. You’re exciting the shit outta me!”

She’s actually finding humor in this, giggling as she says, “Kinda like jacking you off by remote control.”

“Yeah, something like that.” Her new-found vocabulary is icing on the cake.

“Well, I went out there and joined them on the couch. By the time I hung up talking to you, Julie’s blouse was open and her bare breasts were sticking out. I just sat there at the end of the couch, watching them at first. Pretty soon, they started taking off their clothes. I sat there like a dummy, in my teddy. Julie began to suck on Jack, and Jack reached over and played with my tits. Then he took off my top, while Julie kept sucking on him. I got up long enough to pull off my panty bottoms, and I sat down so Jack could touch me some more. He started kissing me, and I kissed him back. God, Bill, I was so horny!”


Sweet Nothings



Isabella sat back in her favorite chair just watching the clock, waiting to close the store. She really loved this little shop. It had become a great summer job, helping people find the right lingerie to fulfill their dream come true, for that special night, that getaway weekend. "Sweet Nothings" was a cozy place where all types of people felt comfortable trying on different fantasies.

Startled from her thoughts the door opened and a beautiful girl flew in quite anxious to find the right "outfit" for a visit from an old friend. The girl's long brown curls bounced around her face as she explained what she was looking for. Isabella suggested a soft pink silk nightgown that would hang on the girls firm tan body like petals fallen from roses.

The two quickly became friends as they laughed about some of the outrageous pieces Maya would pick up and pretend to wear!! Eventually, Maya took the pink gown to the dressing room. Isabella followed in case she needed another size, and also because she was very intrigued by her beauty and vivacious personality.

Maya took off her clothes quite freely to reveal a body that Isabella couldn't help but notice was gorgeous and very enticing. Isabella went over to adjust the thin spaghetti strap and brushed up against Maya's silky skin, a rush of heat pulsated through her, leaving her wet and throbbing. She noticed Maya's nipples were erect... Was Maya cold or as interested as she was?

Isabella looked into Maya's dark brown eyes and saw the answer. She told her how beautiful she looked and assured her that her friend would love it. Maya was very thankful for such lavish compliments so she threw a huge bear hug around Isabella that turned into a soft caress of Isabella's face and lips. Isabella's body became electrified with desire, and at this point there was no going back. She returned the caress softly over Maya's face, neck, shoulders...to her breasts, golden and delicious. Isabella broke away for a moment to lock up the store.

When Isabella returned she found Maya admiring the new gown in the dressing room mirror. Isabella let out a quiet moan as she watched Maya touch her own beauty..., watching hands move over hard nipples, down her firm belly into the pleasure area below. Isabella could resist no longer, she went over to Maya and together they explored her hot, wet passion. Reaching her fingers up and back, thrusting in and out, small breaths becoming heavy breathing, knowing how Maya would love the attack on her senses. Isabella's quiet moans became louder gasps and Isabella found herself without clothes enjoying the sucking and darting of Maya's tongue on her very hot and ready cunt. Their rhythm was slow at first,...hands, fingers, tongues, sucking, breathing, caressing.... the girls had passed the point of no return, steady, in and out, faster and faster... their release was here...they lay on the dressing room floor rug, mesmerized by such intense passion and lust.

The ringing of the store doorbell brought the girls back to reality and they jumped up and looked out the window to see who could be there. A very attractive guy was walking around, puzzled at the locked door and Maya said, "Oh no, that's Drew, my friend, he is probably looking for me." Isabella remarked how sexy he looked and that they would be sure to have a great time together. Maya wanted Isabella to meet Drew so they ran to the door and let him in.

Drew walked in slowly trying to assess the situation, but his emotions took over when he saw these 2 beautiful women half naked...

Introductions were made and Drew stared at Maya's beauty and was quickly lost in the deep kiss of a reconnecting friendship. Isabella slipped away to finish closing up the store. When Isabella returned, Maya waved her over to where Drew and she were sitting. Maya began to rub Isabella's back, knowing she had had a long day at the store. Drew and Isabella got to know each other with some casual chit chat. Isabella could not believe how hot and ready she was again. Maya's massage, Drew's words...Isabella began to massage Drew's gorgeous runner's legs and feet. He could no longer resist the feel of Maya full breasts under the silky pink night gown or the anticipation of this reunion any longer. 

He moved very close to Maya and continued his exploration of her hot, beautiful body...breasts, nipples responsive to his soft touch, a nibble on her neck, a caress on the shoulder, back, belly, desirous and inviting love mound, delicious, wet and burning with lust. Maya's excitement led to a more intimate massage of Isabella's whole body. Quiet moans were heard from everyone, one at a time, as Maya got farther and farther into her own passion with Drew's tongue, his sucking, finding just the right spot to begin the ride that will send her off. Isabella's moans were now shouts of ecstasy as Maya's fingers entered her steaming cunt---she knew just where to rub, up and down, in and out, back and forth until Isabella was just about ready to let go completely. Drew was quite thrilled with the rhythm of Isabella's hot lips, tongue--sucking on his very swollen cock, moving to the beat of her own heat and lust as well as his and the whispers and cries of their friend Maya. The energy and tension was building with each moment, thrust, suck, groan, lick, kiss, embrace, caress that passed until... all at once, each in their way, found release, a power that shuddered... deep inside...



Sweet Nothings



Jack was bending over into an empty display case as he refilled it with his signature chocolate cupcakes. They were the very ones that put him on the map and made it possible to open up his dream shop. Sweet Nothings was his pride and joy. The French inspired Bakery and Bistro has thus far been his greatest achievement. He could hear the distant ching of the cash register as he placed the last of the cupcakes from his baking tray into the case. The sound of money always put a smile on his face. It was just a few weeks until Valentines and by far one of the busiest holiday's he faced every year. The challenges of running a small business reared its ugly head around this time. He employed a small staff and when times became this hectic he was forced to make everyone including himself work extra hard. This usually meant long days and late nights for him in order to make the deadlines of all the orders he received. He was lucky that most of his staff had been with him since the beginning and had pretty much become family, so they were always more than willing to step up and take on the necessary responsibility.

The continued ching ching of the register must have drowned out the ring of the telephone because he never heard it, but the panicked voice of his cashier, Trudy, ripped him from his meandering thoughts before he had a chance to retreat to his kitchen.

"Jack, I'm so sorry but I have to go! Jesse's been taken to the hospital, he's real sick. I'm so sorry; I know this is a bad time." She was removing her black cotton apron with the Sweet Nothings logo printed across the front as the panic in her voice became more than evident. Jack had no idea what it would be like to find out your 6 year old son has been rushed to the emergency room.

"Oh, man Trudy. Don't worry we'll be okay, you just take care of Jesse. Go on get out of here, send him my love okay?" Trudy grabbed her handbag from under the counter and in a blink of an eye she was gone. Damn, now what was he going to do? He couldn't bake and take care of the front counter. He suddenly became aware of about a dozen eyes boring into him like lasers. There were a hand full of customers waiting to place their orders. Some were locals getting their usual while on their lunch break and others were placing orders for the upcoming Valentine holiday. Shit!

**********

It was almost closing time when the rush finally died down and he could take in a long deep breath, the relief that it was almost over washed over him. He had survived. Luckily he had a well trained staff of assistance in the kitchen that got them through the day. There was Chuck the chef that managed the food that was served at the Bistro and his sue chef Ronny. They were both geniuses when it came to good food. Then there were his personal assistance Tom and Laura who helped him with the baking and decorating. Laura in particular was a true artist when it came to cake decorating. If it wasn't for this group he would have never made it through the day. However if he didn't find some help fast he definitely would not make it to Valentine's Day that's for sure. He had gotten a call from Trudy that afternoon and thanks to the powers that be, Jesse will be fine but he needs to stay home from school for the next two weeks, which means so does Trudy. He'll never make his deadlines without some help. He has a part time girl that helps out on the weekends and some nights but she goes to college full time so she can't pick up the slack while Trudy's gone. There were only two weeks left until Valentine's Day and he already had more orders than he knew what to do with and that didn't include his daily business. What the fuck was he going to do now! He raked his hand through his sandy blond hair leaning against the back counter facing the cash register. He was so engrossed in thought he almost didn't hear the woman who had walked right up to him and started talking.

"Um, excuse me. You seem pretty busy here. I've been waiting for things to slow down a little so I could talk with you. You wouldn't by any chance be hiring right now would you? I'm new to the city and I've been everywhere looking for work but I guess with the economy and all no one seems to be hiring. You're my last stop and quite frankly my last hope." Victoria didn't mean to sound so desperate, but she was. And after a day's worth of disappointment she had lost all sense of decorum and was resorting to groveling.

Suddenly Jack was blinded by the bright light of salvation. He couldn't even focus on the woman who had spoken. The only thing that penetrated his fog of despair were the words that came from her lips. Thank God!!

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"I can do just about anything. I can wash dishes or wait on tables. I can handle a cash register or mop floors. I'll pretty much do anything." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other while fiddling with a piece of paper in her hand. "I have a resume." She lifted her hand out and nervously extended the paper towards Jack.

Jack was so excited he jumped forward from where he had been standing before she had approached him. He grabbed the paper from her hand and only glanced at the heading that showed her name.

"Victoria is it? Well I have to say you couldn't have showed up at a better time, because you pretty much had me from the moment you asked if I was hiring." At that moment his hazel eyes locked with hers and he about stumbled over himself. He was attempting to walk around the counter and size her up to make sure he got a good vibe from her, like she could handle the job. All though at this point it didn't really matter. That was the first time he actually looked at her. She was a tiny little thing with a slender waist and fairly large breasts for someone her size. She was wearing a fitted black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs just right and stopped about mid calf. The strappy four inch heels she wore showed off her dainty well manicured feet, for a second he wondered what those feet attached to those killer legs would look like thrown over his shoulder. Focus, Jack, focus. Her sizzling red silk blouse was buttoned low to show off just a hint of the swell of her breasts. Of course the heart shaped pendent she wore around her slender neck that hung just above her cleavage helped show off her ample chest as well. She had the most beautiful ebony hair that trailed soft silky waves down to the middle of her back. As gorgeous as she was it was her eyes that intrigued him. They were as dark as the midnight sky. He had never seen eyes so dark before. Then she batted her long lush lashes at him and he about came undone. He was grateful for the apron he was wearing; he hoped it was hiding his obvious attraction to her. Damn keep it together Jack, you need her. You don't want to scare her off before she's even started.

He swallowed hard, cleared his throat and asked, "So when can you start?"

*************

She couldn't believe it, she finally landed a job. Okay so maybe it wasn't her dream job but after weeks and weeks of nothing but rejection it was something. At least she would be able to pay the bills. Beside there was a bonus, her boss was HOT. She had hoped he hadn't noticed her drooling all over herself when he stepped in front of her. He was tall with short scruffy blond hair. He had a bit of that five o'clock shadow coming through along his chiseled jaw line that made him look rugged and very masculine. His broad shoulders made her think about running her fingers along his chest. When he finally removed his apron and leaned back against the counter in front of her she got a glimpse of his rippled abs as his t shirt was pulled tight against his body. For God's sake Vic he's your boss. You've got to keep it professional, you need this job.

She walked into her small studio apartment and dropped onto the hide a bed as she started to peel her shoes from her aching feet. Damn heels, why did she torture herself with these things? Okay so they made her feel sexy and just a little taller. She was only 5'2 but with those heels she was at least 5'4 maybe even 5'5. She didn't feel like such a midget when she wore them. Of course that didn't change the fact that they felt like she had razor blades piercing her skin all day. Oh well that was the price you paid to look good.

After she had stripped down to her bra and panties she settled in with a glass of wine and a pint of Ben and Jerry's in celebration of her new job and handsome boss. She lived alone so there was no need for modesty, besides she was comfortable with her body. It was her boyfriend or rather ex boyfriend now, that had a problem with it. She found him screwing around with some tall lanky toothpick with blond hair. So who needs him, good riddance. He was the reason she was in this mess anyway. He had charged up her credit cards then stiffed her on the rent. When she lost her job she thought she was going to lose it. But now thanks to Jack and his Sweet Nothings things were starting to look up.

************

The next two weeks went by in a haze of chocolate and fondant. Jack couldn't have asked for a better cashier than Victoria or Vic as she liked to be called. Vic was much more than a cashier, stepping into many roles as were necessary. She had even shown him how he could make some small changes to his overhead expenses saving him a boat load of money every year. This girl was a keeper; of course that was the problem. He wanted to keep her all right but as much more than just his employee. He couldn't get her off his mind and when she was standing close he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and kiss her soft sweet lips. He always managed to control himself though. As much as he wanted her she was still an employee and that would be inappropriate, wouldn't it?

She was killing him though; everyday she wore something innocently provocative. She seemed to be completely unaware of how she affected him. Today was no exception. She had on a pair of skin tight jeans that showed off the full roundness of her ass and a low cut wrap around blouse with it tied in a neat little bow at the side of her waist, in her favorite shade of cranberry red. And let's not forget about the black suede boots with a four inch heel that came just below the knee. How she got through the day in those things he'd never know. That damn bow at her waist was all he could think about. She was like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Every time she walked past him he caught her scent of sweet vanilla and spicy orange, all his favorite things. Damn, all he wanted this Valentines' was to reach out and touch her, well okay so he wanted to do a lot more than that. Putting his libido aside for a moment she really had been a great addition to his staff and wanted to show his appreciation. He had a special surprise waiting for her after the store closed; it was Valentine's Day after all. They had spent a lot of time together over the past two weeks and had learned a lot about her including her dead beat ex. What he did to her made his blood boil and if he ever had the misfortune of meeting him he'd make sure his fist made a lasting impression. He figured she could use a little pick me up, let her know someone cared and appreciated her just the way she was. He didn't know why he felt so protective of her. There was something about her that made him want to take care of her, not that she needed to be taken care of. Vic was a more than capable woman but she had this sexy vulnerability about her he found endearing.

There was only 20 minutes left until closing and he couldn't wait.

***********

There was only a few minutes left before closing time and Vic was getting a bit nervous.

She had bought Jack a Valentine's gift and was anxious about giving it to him. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression but he had been so nice to her and she couldn't thank him enough for giving her a job. When she saw the coin bank in the shape of a cupcake she couldn't resist. It wasn't much but she hoped he would appreciate the gesture. She wasn't sure his male sensibilities would know what to do with a cupcake bank but she thought he could use it as a kind of a tip jar or something. All though he made his living baking cupcakes he was definitely as male as they come. Tall, muscled, rugged and masculine right down to his very male musk she had become very accustomed to. When sex experts talked about pheromones and stuff she thought it was a bunch of crap but after spending a few weeks with Jack it all made sense. Whenever he was near, her knees would go week and as soon as she caught his scent her pussy would ache and the moisture would build between her legs. Damn, she never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted Jack. What she wouldn't give to wrap her legs around his waist and feel his hands all over her body. Those hands looked like they knew their way around a lot more than just a kitchen. Oh well, he was her boss and she would have to keep her desire for him in check.

Closing time!!!

************

After Jack locked up they began the usual clean up routine. The kitchen staff put all the food and related cooking gear away and wiped down the counters, cleaned the stoves and ovens and sanitized all food prep areas. Vic started cleaning the front of the shop. She would wipe down the inside of the cases and all front counters then clean up all the tables. Jack helped her put all the chairs up onto the tables so she could sweep and mop.

After he took all the money from the register he excused himself to his office to secure the funds.

Once he had put the days deposit in the safe he went back to the kitchen and let his two assistance go home. After they had left through the back door he peaked in on Vic to make sure she was still busy. When he was satisfied that she would be occupied for a little bit longer he went back to his office to prepare the surprise he had planned for her.

When he was done he stepped back to observe his work. Okay it was probably a bit much but it was too late to change anything now. Hopefully she wouldn't think he was a complete idiot. Well here goes nothing.

"Hey Vic, it looks great out here, as usual." He said with a smile. "You don't have to rush out of here do you? No hot date for Valentine's Day or anything?" He was hoping he sounded casual and laid back, not nervous and insecure which was what he was really feeling.

"No hot dates. Just me, myself and I with a bottle of wine. How' bout you?"

"Well now that you mention it, I was of kind of hoping to spend it with you." Vic had been mopping the floor when he said that. She stopped what she was doing and looked over at him. Jack had been standing in the doorway that led to the kitchen just casually leaning up against the jam watching her.

"You do?" She had a surprised look on her face, as though that was the last thing she expected him to say.

"Well, yeah." Jack had pushed himself away from the doorway and was walking towards her. "I couldn't have gotten through these last weeks without you, Vic. I know you've had it rough the last few months and with all you've done for me I just want to show you how much I appreciate you." He grabbed her hand and started to lead her towards the back. "Come on I've got a surprise for you."

He led her to his office which was quite a large space. There was a large mahogany desk at the far end of the room flanked by filing cabinets and a bookshelf. When you first walk in he had a small love seat he used for napping when he spent long nights filling orders. Opposite that there was a small round table that usually had a lamp on top and two chairs. Tonight he had pulled the table to the center of the room with the chairs positioned on either side and the lamp was missing. In its place were a vase with the most beautiful red roses she had ever seen and the only light in the room came from the dozens of candles that were burning all around. There was also a bottle of champagne and one of his signature cupcakes in front of each chair. The look on her face was of complete amazement.

"I hope this doesn't seem inappropriate but I just wanted to do something nice for you." he said almost a little embarrassed.

"No, it's perfect. No one's ever done anything like this for me before."

He held out one of the chairs for her prompting her to have a seat then he took his place on the other side.

"That's a shame, Vic. Someone should be doing things like this for you all the time, you deserve it." His Hazel eyes sparkled in the candle light as he poured them both a glass of champagne. "Here you have to taste the cupcake. I know you haven't had the chance to try one yet and everyone who works here has to have one. Job requirement."

Vic took a bite out of the outrageously large cake piled high with butter cream frosting.

Immediately her eyes rolled back and she let out a sigh of complete bliss. "Oh, Jack this is amazing!"

He could not have expected her reaction to be such a turn on, but like everything she did, it was. "I'm glad you like it."

"Oh, I almost forgot. I got you something too." She jumped from her seat and ran out of the room. When she returned she had a box wrapped in pretty red paper with a crimson bow on top. "Here, this is for you. Happy Valentine's Day, Jack.

Damn, he loved the way his name sounded on her lips. He took the box and unwrapped it tossing the paper on the floor. When he pulled the cupcake bank out of the box he started to laugh. "This is great, where did you find this? I love it!" As he started to inspect it he heard something inside. "What, did you put money in here too?"

"Not exactly, take it out." She was sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation.

Jack found the black stopper and pulled it from its spot removing a silver heart shaped trinket no bigger than a quarter. Engraved on it was simply Thank You, Vic.

.

"Hearts are my thing. I hope it's not too corny." She ran her finger through the frosting of the cupcake she hadn't finished eating yet trying not to make eye contact.

"No, it's awesome. I just don't know what you'd be thanking me for." He said as he placed the bank on the table and ran a thumb across the engraving. Right away he was drawn to the heart pendent she always wore around her neck thinking how he'd love to see her wearing it and nothing else.

"Jack, you gave me a job when I really needed one and you've been a great boss.

Case in point." She said waving her arm over the table.

When his eyes made their way back to her face he noticed she had a bit of frosting on her upper lip. Without even thinking he stood up walked over to her and placed his lips on hers running his tongue along her lip tasting his favorite butter cream mingled with her natural sweetness. That was it, there was no going back and quite frankly he didn't want to.

Her hands slipped into his hair and she groaned into him. Her lips parted and his tongue slipped into her mouth. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her close bringing her out of her chair. She pressed her body against his, her breasts smashed against his chest. Without even noticing he had moved them a few feet towards the love seat. He pulled her down onto him as he lowered himself onto the soft cushions.

Her legs spread to straddle him and he buried his hands in her raven hair pulling her head back to expose her neck as he trailed his tongue down the length of it nipping her skin with his teeth and sucking her flesh into his mouth. Her soft moans escaped with every lick and suck. She started unbuttoning his shirt and when all the buttons were unfastened she started to run her fingers along his shoulders slowly removing his shirt from his body. He immediately followed suit and got his Valentine wish of unwrapping her. He grabbed a piece of the fabric that was holding the bow on her blouse and gently pulled. The blouse fell open exposing a silky red bra that clasped in the front. He quickly discarded the garment and her ample breasts spilled out before him. He sucked in one dark peak and another series of groans made their way into the room. One hand made its way down her back to her slender waist and the other held onto a soft globe that felt so good under his palm. Her lips were near his ear when she whispered into it, her breath feather light against his skin, "Jack, make love to me." Then she brushed her lips over his skin sending a shiver through him. He thought he could have exploded right there and he hadn't even taken his pants off yet. His hands made their way down to her legs finding the zipper of her boots and started to remove them. When they were no longer an obstacle he found the zipper of her jeans. She stood up to allow him to peel them from her body taking her lace panties with them, and just as he imagined, there she was completely naked with just that heart pendent shimmering against her silky skin in the glow of the candle light. He reached up and trailed a thumb along the pendent then laid his hand flat against the flesh between her breasts and ran it down the length of her. He stopped at her flat stomach using that same thumb to trace a circle around her navel. Her head fell back and he could feel the silky strands of her hair tickle the fingertips of his other hand that had made its way around her waist and had rested at the low of her back.




Sweet Nothings



She knew it; he was an expert with his hands. She was lost in the moment, nothing else existed for her. She was standing in front her boss who just so happened to be wickedly handsome, completely exposed and she didn't care. He was doing things to her body she could only fantasize about. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be that girl. The girl that was completely uninhibited. He was just staring at her while his hands roamed her body igniting a slow burning fire deep inside of her. He looked at her as though he had never seen anything so beautiful. No one had ever made her feel that way before. She wasn't sure how they went from eating cupcakes and drinking champagne to this but it didn't matter, she wasn't going to over analyze it or expect anything afterword.

She was just going to allow herself to get lost in this moment.

She ran her fingers through his blonde hair scraping her nails along his scalp and then trailing them down the side of his face. She loved the feel of his stubble as her palm moved over his jaw. Her thumb moved gently over his lower lip. He was sitting on the edge of the love seat and she was standing in front of him between his legs completely naked. He was looking up at her as she traced the features of his face with her fingertips.

His hands had rested on her hips and she could feel the pressure of his fingers dig into her skin. Finally he loosened his hold and began to glide his hands over the fullness of her butt, the tips of his fingers grazing the crease at her center. He moved lower to the back of her thighs and then forced her to spread her legs more. Once she was exposed he slid one hand between her legs while the other held on to the soft flesh of her backside.

His large hand cupped her pussy moving it slowly back and forth, she gasped when one finger made its way inside of her. Then he trailed his eyes down the length her body and dipped his head low finding the bud of nerves between her folds and sucked it into his mouth. Her head was thrown back with her hands buried in his hair as her knees went week and she screamed out, "Jack!" The words coming out raspy and horse as the orgasm exploded from deep inside of her.

He was everything she would ever want and could dream of having. She knew at that very moment she could never go back. She wanted this, what they were sharing between them to last forever.

She reached out for his hands prompting him to stand. Once he was towering over her she removed his pants. They fell to his ankles were he kicked them off along with his shoes. The depths of her midnight eyes shimmered up at him as she took the length of him in her hand. "Vic, you're killing me." He groaned out in a whisper. She pushed him back down so he was leaning back on the couch. She knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth.

The sensation of her warm wet mouth surrounding him and the sound of her gently sucking was almost too much for him. He was working overtime to keep from Cumming. He wanted this to last. Something about her made his heart race in a way he never expected. He took a fist full of her silky waves and let out a series of husky groans.

All he wanted was to keep her...forever.

When he knew he wouldn't last much longer he tugged at her hair pulling her off of him and with no effort at all picked her up and placed her on top of him. She sunk over him taking him all at once. He grasped her hips hard holding her still for just a moment so he could catch his breath and compose himself. He didn't want this to end, not yet.

When he thought he had gained some control he started to move her hips over him. She held onto his broad shoulders as her fingernails dug into his flesh. She leaned into him taking his mouth with hers. Their tongues danced to the same music as the rest of their bodies. They were in complete sync with one another. Not a single misstep or awkward moment. His hands trailed up and down her back while hers glided across the back of his neck and along his shoulders. Her mouth tasted the saltiness of his skin as her tongue moved along his jaw. His lips trailed her ear sucking in the fleshy part using his teeth to pull on her earring. When he knew he couldn't take it anymore he snaked his arms around her waist and flipped them over so he was on top. The sound of leather and sweat echoed in the room. He took her mouth again tasting her as he pounded into her. She groaned into his mouth her soft pants spurring him on.

Suddenly both their bodies tensed as they captured each other's final moans. Her legs tightened around his waist arching her back into him, her breasts sticking to his chest from the moisture. He pushed into her one last time, the release taking them both. Their orgasm ripped through them in waves.

Jack moved to the side of her tucking her under his arm holding her close. He gently pulled her hair away from her face as they waited for their breathing to slow back to normal. The scent of her hair was a comforting aroma one he had become familiar with over the past weeks. He often wished he could be this close to it. To breathe it in just like this.

"Vic, stay with me." He whispered into her ear. "We could stay this way, well maybe not just like this but" he stopped talking when she rolled over in his arms to face him. Her lips barely touching his. Her eyes glistened behind its darkest depths and all he wanted was to know what she was thinking. The deep blackness revealed nothing except for the tears that were caught by her lashes. She felt something, it wasn't all him she felt it too.

"I love you, Jack. I don't know when that happened I just know its how I feel. I'll stay as long as you want me to." Her words fluttered across his lips.

"Forever then. Happy Valentine's Day, Vic."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jack."

They closed their eyes and just before they both drifted off to sleep he said,

"I love you too."



Sweet Nothings



“Understandable.”

“Before I knew what was happening, Jack came in Julie’s mouth. His mouth was on mine, and he starts this groaning noise. He’s shaking all over. When I hear Julie making noises, I realize what’s happening. I figured it was all over for the night, when he came like that. We all sat there hugging and caressing and kissing, and before you know it, Jack was getting hard again. Julie leaned back and Jack slipped it into her. I rubbed his butt as he was fucking her. God, he was so excited. He was banging her like there was no tomorrow. I reached down and fondled his balls while he did it to her. I guess that was too much for him, ‘cause he came in her right away.”

“I can relate to that,” as I feel my own orgasm growing close. I can’t believe how turned on this is making me.

“Sure as shit, next thing I know, he’s trying to move me around so he can fuck me. And he does. And it feels . . . wonderful. He did it to me on top first, then he turned me over and had me with my knees on the floor and my face on the couch. He did it to me like that for a few minutes, then he pulled it out and came on my back. It felt so warm.”

You might find it hard to believe, but I’ve never ejaculated with Lori anywhere other than inside her. She’s masturbated me before, many times, and watched me do myself, but it’s always been with me on my back and the semen landing on my own body. And she has never taken my come in her mouth.

“I was shaking all over when he finished.”

I can’t prolong it any longer, as I finish myself. Lori must have heard it in my breathing, or something.

“Ooh, honey, did you come?”

I let out a long breath. “Oh, yeah. That was incredible.”

“I can’t believe we’re . . . that you and I are . . . do you still love me?” she says plaintively.

“More than ever.”

Silence. Then, “Bill . . . would you think I’m terrible if I . . .? I’m getting all turned on again. Can I go see what Julie and Jack are doing?”

As if she needs my permission. “Knock yourself out, sweetheart.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow night. We can talk some more. Okay?”

“I’m looking forward to it. Not only can you tell me what you found when you peeked in on them, but you can tell me more about you and Jason.”

“Promise. Bill?”

“Yes?”

“I do love you.”

“Me too. Nite.” 

* * *

Needless to say, I have been thinking about little else all day. That makes work a real trick, thinking about one thing and doing another, and not screwing it up. It’s amazing how many times today I have been sidetracked by people and objects that have never been particularly stimulating to me before. Like with one of the girls in my office, not especially sexy, but each time I’ve seen her today I can’t help but to think about what she and her husband do behind closed doors. What they talk about when they’re making love. What fantasies they each entertain, and what they share with one another about them. I wonder if her husband ever imagines her legs spread for another man, and getting hard just thinking about it. If he does, does he ever tell her about his fantasy? Or if she ever thinks about another man, even perhaps one of us guys at the office, does she whisper in her husband’s ear when they’re making love that she has these thoughts? It makes my dick swell to even think about her getting wet, or him getting hard, when or if they share these most intimate secret thoughts with each other.

I look around the office and wonder just how many of my co-workers, male and female, have experienced similar situations in their marriages. I know they fuck, and they undoubtedly fantasize on occasion when they’re doing it. Just how many have the same ones that I now obsess over. Am I the only one that has them? I don’t think so.

And several times today when I’ve been conducting business on the phone, my mind has gone back to last night, when I held a phone to my ear and heard all those unbelievably exciting things, wishing I was hearing them right then, instead of business talk.

I watch another married woman here who I heard had carried on a pretty hot affair for a while with a co-worker, who was single. Was it something that just happened, or had she been fantasizing about it long before it became a reality? And if she had thought about it before, was her husband even aware that she was getting off from her fantasies, and not just because of him? I’ve been looking at her more closely than I have before, looking at her legs above the skirt line, imagining her pussy dripping wet with her thoughts of that other man. I wonder how it was the first time, for her and her lover, when he entered her. I can only imagine. Did her husband learn of her infidelity, and if so, what kinds of emotions did he experience? Is it possible that, aside from the hurt and anger, beneath the sense of betrayal, that he harbored deep feelings that excited him? Maybe even wanted her to do it again?

It’s a sad fact that many marriages are fraught with the potential for infidelity, and it has broken many a heart when it occurs. It bothers me that people get hurt that way, day in and day out, all over the world. I would be no exception if my heart was broken by Lori finding someone else that gave her something that I could not. Maybe I’m rationalizing here, but it seems to me that it wasn’t so much the fact that she sought out, or succumbed to the attention of other men, but rather that she had found herself in a situation which would have been difficult for anyone, loyal to their husband or not, to have ignored. Call me an idiot, but I have never given any serious thought to cheating on my wife. Yet, if I had the occasion to be placed in her position, hearing and seeing what she had at Julie’s, I honestly think the situation itself, more so than the individuals involved, would have spurred me on to act on my hormonal urges. For that reason, I don’t blame Lori, or look upon her as a cheating wife. Any more than I would resent her masturbating when I’m not there.

As I finish dinner with the kids, and see to it that they’re ready for bed before plopping themselves in front of the TV, I set about doing the dishes, my mind far away from the task at hand.

Images of what happened last night, after we hung up, are fertile in my mind. Even though what transpired will probably not be anything startling or novel—it seems reasonable to assume that she got laid again—what I’m looking forward to more than anything is hearing her tell me about it. Lori’s so-familiar voice, speaking of these forbidden things in such an unfamiliar way—that’s what turns me on even now as I await her next call. I can’t help it, but I’m standing here in front of a sink of sudsy water and dirty dishes, and I’m erect. The phone rings. It can’t be her—she knows the kids are still up.

I pick up the kitchen phone. It’s her.

“Hi. Sorry to call so early, I know you still have your hands full with the kids, but I wanted to tell you that I won’t be calling until a little later tonight, maybe ten or so. Don’t worry, I’m not up to anything . . . you know, anything you want to hear about. I need to stop over and talk to my sister. She and Steve are having a few problems and she needs to unload on someone.” As distinguished from a man unloading on her. “So I would guess that I’ll be home no later than ten, if that’s okay.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Give Missy my best. Hope it’s not anything serious.”

“Hope not. Talk to you later.”

I walk back to the sink, aware that just the sound of her voice has caused some stirrings in my own plumbing. Two hours to go.

Fortunately, dragging the stubborn kids away from the TV, up to their beds, and tucking them in for the night helps to occupy the time. I take up a little more of the time by taking a quick shower and slipping into bed, cracking a new novel that has been sitting in my nightstand drawer since before Lori left.

I should have known. I keep reading the same damn paragraphs two or three times, before I give up on the book. I turn the bedroom TV on, just as a distraction. Flipping through the programs, an R-rated movie is playing on one of the premium channels. As luck would have it, it’s a married woman getting the stuffing banged out of her by some young stud that works with her husband, who just happens to be out of town. Naturally, other than bare breasts and asses, and some hot oohs and aahs, none of the nitty-gritty is visible. That’s left to the viewer’s imagination. As if mine isn’t already working overtime.

Since Lori flew the coop, and since she was the one who ordinarily got up in the middle of the night to tend to a child’s nightmare, throwing her robe on as she headed for the kids’ room, I had taken to wearing pajama bottoms to bed, so my trips to the other bedroom would be less of a hassle. But tonight I decide to forgo the clothing. I want to be naked when I talk to Lori. I can’t really explain why, other than that’s what feels good to me right now. And it is certainly more conducive to some self-stimulation.

The phone rings at 9:55.

“So,” I say, “how are things with Missy?”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s anything they won’t live through. You know how she is—makes a calamity out of every little thing. She cried her eyes out, like it was the end of the world. But I think she had put it into a more realistic perspective by the time I left. I just wish she and Steve would learn to talk out their problems, instead of him storming off and her sitting there like a kid that dropped her ice cream on the ground. I suppose some people mature later than others.”

“Well, I’m glad that things don’t sound terminal with them. I really like Steve, and I’d hate for them to shit-can their marriage over stuff that doesn’t really matter all that much. There’s too many truly important things that they’ll have to struggle through in the years to come, and it’s better that they learn to cope with the everyday stuff first.”

“Oh, wise husband of mine.”

“Hey, I was just throwing in my two cent’s worth. You still have to get ready for bed, or are you already there?”

“Already there.” I hear her intake of wine. “So, I suppose you’re laying there with bated breath for me to bare some more of my soul tonight. You know, Bill, I haven’t been able to think about much of anything else since we talked last night.”

“Join the club, kiddo.”

“That was some pretty heavy material for us to discuss, and to do it as calmly as we were able to do. Frankly, I’m still stunned that you took it as well as you did. I mean, if it had been Missy and Steve—sheesh, you can imagine how that would have gone over.”

“It surprised me too, I must say. But you know, thinking about it a jillion times today, I can honestly say that I’m still glad you told me. You know, I’ve been walking around with a hard-on all day.”

Lori’s giggles have taken on wonderful new appeal for me. “Oh you have, have you? That must have given the girls at your office something to talk about. Is that good, that last night affected you like that?”

“What do you think?”

“I think that I had to wear some light-day pads today to keep from dripping on the floor.”

“Was that from you, or what was left there from you-know-who?” I’m teasing, and I assume she knows it.

“The baby Jacks went down the shower drain last night, so anything that came out of there today was all mine. Speaking of which, in case you’re interested, he didn’t leave any in there later, after we talked.”

“Oh? Had he already done his thing in Julie again by the time you got in there?”

“Uh, no. Not that he wasn’t trying like hell when I went into her bedroom. He was banging her like a wild man, and she was giving it right back to him. Somehow or other, we moved around until Julie was sitting astride him, riding like a cowgirl, and I was sitting on Jack’s face, getting the oral treatment.”

Lori is certainly being more candid with her narrative style than she had been when we began this little show-and-tell last night. She’s surprising me with how easily she’s able to talk about such things, as though she was describing how she carved her first turkey.

“So he ended up coming in her that way?”

“No. Not exactly. Jack flipped her over and was fucking her from behind, doggy-style, while I tickled his balls. Just before he was ready to come, he pulled out and told me to suck on it. I did for maybe a minute, and he came in my mouth. My first time, as you know all too well. It wasn’t much, considering that it was his fourth ejaculation in an hour or so, but I still couldn’t do anything but spit it back out . . . onto Julie’s back. I didn’t do it quite like that . . . you know, ptooey! . . . but I didn’t keep it in my mouth for very long, and I wasn’t going to swallow it. I mean, that was a big step for me, just taking it in my mouth.”

“I’ll say. All things considered, what did you think?”

“As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. It’s not on my list of favorite practices, but it wasn’t bad at all. It kind of gave me a charge, knowing what my mouth was making him do. I’m not the kind of woman who’s into control, but that definitely gave me some insight into what the control thing is all about.”

I was picturing the scene in my mind, what Jack was doing to Julie, and what Lori did to Jack. I can only imagine how incredibly exciting it must have been for Jack, fucking one woman until he was just about to come, and then getting another woman at that last second to take it in her mouth. I wished I could have been there to see it.

“Uh, Bill? You still there?”

“Sorry, I guess I was just forming a mental picture of what you were describing.”

“And?”

“And I was imagining your pretty mouth around his prick. How that must have felt to him. Obviously, it felt good enough for him to let loose. God, that must have been hot.”

“The whole night was hot. Even when I was telling you about what I’d been doing. You said it made you hard to hear it. Well, it made me wet to tell you . . . once I knew you wouldn’t be mad at me.”

“There was a time when I would have been, but not now. Now that I realize what a treasure you are, even when I’m not there with you.”

“Bill, please don’t think that now I’m gonna go out and screw everything in pants. I’m no different than I was before. But then . . . I suppose some things inside me have changed. I guess you’d say that my eyes have been opened a little wider. I haven’t turned into a slut, by any means, but I think my attitude toward sex might have undergone some . . . oh, what’s that word? Retrofitting! That’s what it was. I’m your new, improved model of the future.”

I can’t keep from laughing. She’s most definitely improved, and I like what I’m hearing.

“What about Jason? Was that a one-time deal, or do you think you guys might be getting together again?”

“Well, if it’s up to Julie, I think she’ll probably like to see him again. But without Paul the next time. Julie likes him and everything, but she’s still afraid of encouraging him too much, that he’ll be harder to eventually get rid of. As far as I’m concerned? I think that’ll be up to Julie. It was a kick in the ass, for both of us, to share guys like that, but I wouldn’t blame her if she wanted Jason for herself, and politely let me know that not everything she possesses is also mine to share. You understand what I mean?”

“Of course I do. Any more than I want to share you. This situation at Julie’s is an unusual one, not something that comes along very often in someone’s life. I recognize it for what it’s been—a hot set of circumstances that just happened along in your life. You weren’t looking for it, it just happened, that’s all. And I for one am glad that it did.”

“Oh, honey, that makes me so happy to hear you say that. No promises, but maybe, just maybe you and I might be able to make another go of our marriage. Just give me a little more time.”

I’m trying to conceal any outward indication that tears are rolling down my face. I know I can’t talk without my voice catching, so I remain silent.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Lori is understandably caught off guard by my lack of response.

“Honey . . . you know damn well that . . . it would mean the world to me, and to the kids . . . to have you back home . . . where you belong. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. But let’s just hang in there and give it a little more time. Okay? I want to be sure.”

“I know. It’s just that . . .” I figure I’d better just let well enough alone for now.

“Bill, I’m not insensitive to what you must be feeling, believe me. You’d be surprised how alike we are in that regard. So let’s let it go at that and see what happens. Okay?”

”You got it.”

“I’m going to bed early—after last night, I need to do some catching up on my sleep. Talk to you soon?”

“Hey, the sooner the better. Sleep tight.”

It’s been three days since she last called. I’ve been going nuts. The phone is ringing now, and it’s a little after ten at night.

“Hello.”

“Hey there,” Lori says brightly.

“Hey yourself. What’s the haps?”

“Oh, just being my usual old naughty self, I guess.”

She has my attention. She also has a snoot-full of wine, unless I miss my guess.

“You gonna elaborate, or do I have to guess what you mean by ‘naughty’?” My pecker is twitching.

“Same old, same old.” She’s giggling once again.

I know she’s just teasing me to heighten the affect of what she’s been up to, and I kind of enjoy it. Still, I’m impatient to hear.

“Lori? You’re teasing me. And it’s working, as if you didn’t know. Just how were you naughty?”

“Well, would you believe I got laid again?”

“Yes, I do. Was it Jason?”

“Uh, no, not this time. It was another friend of Julie’s.”

“Someone she’s had over before? Someone you met already?”

“Nope. Never seen him before. His name’s Greg. An old boyfriend she used to date in college. Ran into him yesterday at the mall. He’s married now, but I guess he’s not real happy.”

“They never are.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. So, what happened . . . with you guys?”

“Well, Greg came over here this afternoon, and Julie wasn’t here at the time. He explained who he was, and that Julie had invited him over. I guess she forgot. Anyway, I invited him in and we just sat and visited for a while, until Julie got back. He’s real cute.”

“And?”

“Don’t be upset, but I started to feel . . . well, kinda horny with him sitting there. I was wearing some really short shorts, and a T-shirt . . . with no bra. He kept looking at my boobs, which I guess made my nipples hard. He was wearing jeans, and I could see him getting hard too. We just kinda started to talk about sex stuff.”

“Like?”

“You know. Stuff like how much fun it was in college. All the parties, all the fun stuff. You know, getting drunk and having a lot of sex.”

“Things that you did? Or are you talking about stuff you just heard about?”

“Bill, you know I wasn’t Miss Goody-Two-Shoes back then. I did my share of fun stuff.”

“Yeah, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much. So did Greg have stories to tell?”

“Mostly he talked about getting it on with girls at parties. You know, taking them into the bedroom, or wherever, and them getting it on with a bunch of people right in the next room. A couple of times he said he got interrupted by another guy coming in, and the other guy ended up getting it on with the girl too—the three of them having fun.”

“It does sound pretty hot.”

“He said one time he and a girl were just getting started in the bedroom when another girl walked in. The girl said ‘Oops’ or something and went back out. A minute later, she came back in and he ended up fucking both of them. The second girl was Julie.”

“I’ve got a feeling that something along those lines may have happened today. Right?”




Sweet Nothings



“Not exactly. See, Julie came home and Greg and I are still sitting there in the living room—just talking. By this time, I think that Greg was as hot as I was. I’d just been telling him about the time I jerked a guy off at the drive-in movie, and he had come all over my dress. It had been while I was still in high school, and the guy was . . . get this . . . one of my teachers! We had been obviously attracted to each other, but we’d never really done anything, except kiss and stuff. So he talked me into hiding in the back seat of his car while he drove into the drive-in. We were watching the movie, you know, kissing and touching, and he starts to get really hard . . . under his pants, of course. I said to Greg, ‘kinda like you are right now.’ I went on to tell him how the guy had unzipped himself and asked me to touch him there. I did, and before I knew what was happening, he starts shooting all over the place! So Greg starts rubbing himself, and that’s when Julie walks in.”

“Good timing. I’m a little surprised about you and your teacher, but we can talk about that later. What happened then?”

“Well, Julie could tell by looking at us that there was something between us. Maybe my face was a little red, or whatever—maybe she saw that Greg was sitting there with a . . . a woody.” Lori—what else—giggles at this. “Anyway, she sits down next to Greg on the couch—I’m sitting in a chair across from them—and gives him a kiss. Greg starts right in feeling up her boobs. Julie reaches down and grabs hold of his hard-on. I’m just sitting there, taking it all in. And I’m getting hotter by the minute!”

“No surprise there. Then what happened?”

“Good ol’ Julie, she proceeds to unzip him and out it pops—hard as you can imagine. I’m looking at this and I can feel my panties getting drenched. They’re kissing like crazy and Julie’s got her hand around him, rubbing it. He puts his hand under her shirt and then pushes it up above her titties—she wasn’t wearing a bra, either. She keeps rubbing him and he’s squirming all over the couch. I’m so hot, I pull off my T-shirt and sit there feeling myself up. I said to Greg, ‘Just like me and my teacher. You gonna come like he did—all over the place?’ He says to me, ‘Not until I fuck the shit outta Julie! And maybe you, too!’ And I say, ‘Oh, yeah? Think I’m gonna let you fuck me?’ He says, ‘Yeah, I think you want some of this.’”

I’m getting hotter by the second, and I can hear Lori’s voice shaking slightly, so she’s obviously reprising her earlier excitement.

“Before long, Greg’s got his clothes off, and Julie’s too. I’m still sitting there in my shorts, which are getting a major wet spot at the crotch. Julie hops up on his lap, guides it into her, and starts rocking back and forth on him. It didn’t take her very long to catch up with me and Greg in getting turned on. She’s bouncing up and down and wiggling around, and I’m sure he’s gonna let loose any second. I can’t take it any longer, so I stand up and take off my shorts and panties. Then I sit back down and start playing with myself, my legs hanging over the arms of the chair, my pussy wide open. God, I’m so wet! And Greg is fucking away, but he’s staring at me, and what I’m doing. I see him looking at me, and I come right away. I’m staring right into Greg’s eyes, and then at where his cock is moving in and out, then back to his eyes. Julie’s shrieking like she’s being branded, and coming . . . bang, bang, bang . . . one after the other.”

I’m nearly at the point of reaching my own bang, my dick oozing and rigid under my stroking actions. “Lori,” I ask, “you touching yourself right now?”

“You better believe it!”

“Me too. You’re gonna make me come!”

“Wait! Not yet. There’s more. So Greg moves Julie off of him and walks around in front of me. My legs are still over the arms of the chair. He kneels down and licks me, then slips it right in, slicker than snot! He fucks me so hard, I thought my insides would get scrambled. A coupla minutes later, he comes like crazy. After he pulled out, the stuff ran out of me like lava!”

That does it for me, as I have my own eruption. All over the place. I sit there on my bed, quiet for the moment. I guess I must have made some sounds or something, because Lori isn’t saying anything either. She finally speaks again.

“After, we all went and laid down on Julie’s bed and took a nap—the three of us laying there spoon-fashion with Julie up against Greg’s back, him snuggling up to mine. An hour or so later—I lost track of time—I wake up to feel Greg slipping his erection into me from behind. Neither of us said anything, or made any noise, as he fucks me real slow. He’s got a hold of my boobs, and he’s sliding back and forth inside me. I’m still wetter than hell. I hear a sound and turn my head to see Julie biting on his neck, and she’s got his balls in her hand while he’s fucking me. Greg starts moving faster and pretty soon he jams up against my bottom and squirts his stuff in me. He stuck around for another two hours, long enough to fuck Julie again. He just left a little while ago.”

“Wow, another hot one! Man, you get to have all the fun,” I tease. Although maybe not teasing, but letting my envy show through. Not jealousy, but envy.

“I never realized Julie had this much fun. I really think, though, that I’d burn out in two weeks if I had to keep up with her.” Lori pauses as I hear her taking a slurp from her wine glass. “Yeah, it is pretty damn hot, I’ll tell you. So, whatcha doin’?”

“Well,” I say with a sigh, “I’m sitting here on the edge of the bed, with some puddles of jizz on the carpet in front of me, thanks to you and your little story. Other than that, not much.”

Lori giggles a little at this. “Mmm, big puddles or little?”

“Oh, probably about as much as the lava that spewed from you after Greg erupted. What would you expect, sweetness, hearing what you’ve been up to.”

“Is that bad?” she says with an innocent lilt to her words.

“Noooo, not bad at all. Just wish I had this kind of stimulation every time I jerk off. I’m not suggesting you go out and get laid on a regular basis, just to get me off, but I’ll tell you, I never realized how sexy your voice can be when you’re talking about how naughty you are.”

“You like me being naughty?”

“Never thought I’d say it, but yeah, matter of fact I do. Just like you were saying the other night how it opened your eyes, well, it’s having the same affect on me. Once you run out of things to tell me, I guess I’ll have to settle for you telling them to me again—and again, and again . . .”

Lori is quiet, and not just because she’s sipping wine.

“Did I say the wrong thing?” I say, suddenly worried that I might be pushing her too hard on this.

“No.” She’s quiet again. Then, “It’s just that I wish I could be with you right now, to hold you. I feel so close to you.” She pauses again. “But I can’t, not right now.”

“I understand. I’m just thankful that we can talk like this, you know, without any bullshit, just honest and open. Look, I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Maybe the next time we talk—assuming of course that you don’t have another naughty story to tell—you can tell me a little about some of the adventures you had before we met. It’s something you’ve never talked about, and I haven’t pressured you to. But maybe . . . well, maybe it might be exciting, for both of us. Okay?”

“Yeah, I think maybe I can finally talk to you about that stuff. Before, well, I guess I was afraid you’d think less of me, that you’d married a real . . . Anyway, let’s talk some more about it. In the meantime, I’ll try and come up with some stuff that you can get off on.” She says goodnight with a giggle.

I awaken to the phone ringing and look at the clock. It’s a little after midnight, just over an hour since I talked to Lori.

“Hi, it’s me again,” she says with a bedroom voice, soft and throaty.

“Hi yourself. Don’t tell me something’s happened over there in just the last hour that you need to confess to.”

“No,” she says with a soft laugh. “I was just laying here thinking. In fact I just got through having the most delicious orgasm, and I felt like calling. I know I musta woke you up. Sorry.”

“Uh, was that orgasm self-induced, or . . .”

“Of course, silly. After I hung up from you I snuggled down in my bed and tried to go to sleep. ‘Cept I started thinking about the things I did . . . before you and me. You know, things I can tell you about. And I guess thinking about some of the stuff I was gonna tell you turned me on. And, well . . .”

“Honey, I’d dearly love to hear them, but I really need to get some sleep.”

“No, no, I wasn’t saying that I’d tell you now, I just felt like talking to you before I go to sleep. And to tell you that I love you.”

“I love you too. Sweet dreams, and try not to dream too much about sex.”

After I hung up and tried to get back to sleep, I wondered if I was about to open Pandora’s Box in urging Lori to dredge up her past, just for whatever turn-on value it might contain. Perhaps some things were best left unsaid, and, as many a lawyer has learned the hard way, better not to ask a question unless you’re prepared for the answer, whatever that might be. But now, laying here in a state of semi-wakefulness, with the morning sunlight filtering into my darkened bedroom and a piss-hard-on straining against the sheet, I figure, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And I’m rapidly becoming obsessed with Lori’s sexy narratives of her raunchy behavior. After all, what could be any more unsettling than her recounting her infidelities mere minutes after they occur, or even her intention to engage in them soon after.

I decided, just moments ago, that I would see how this new tack on our sex life plays out, and if it begins to have a damaging affect on my psyche and ego, then I’ll just put the brakes on it. I’m sure Lori will understand if I do.

The day ended up being fairly long, what with my constant thoughts about what kind of behavior had she engaged in before I knew her, plus my wish that it was nighttime already and the phone was ringing with her on the other end. As it turns out, it’s already after 11:00 and she hasn’t called me. She called earlier in the evening, as she does practically every evening, to talk to the kids but not to me.

Two nights after we last spoke, Lori is now on the phone, and sounding a little frisky but surprisingly sober.

“So, I suppose you want to hear how naughty I was way back when?”

“Yeah, I would, assuming that you haven’t had any new experiences to share.”

Giggling she says, “Sad to say, nothing new to report. That’s not to say there might not be something to tell you in the next day or two. I think Jason’s coming over for dinner tomorrow night, so be prepared. Julie might decide to hog him all for herself, or maybe she’ll feel generous and share him. Who knows?”

“Well, for your sake, and I guess for mine, too, I hope she does decide to share the wealth. In the meantime, what goodies have you come up with to drive me to distraction? Any juicy tidbits from your sordid past to light my fire?”

“Well, sorry to say there’s not much that comes close to what’s gone on here recently, just the usual mundane sexual stuff that most people did when they were young. You know, awkward kids fumbling around in the back seat of a car, hot to get it on, but not real sure how to go about it. I’m sure you had your share of that kinda stuff.”

“I suppose.” I’m already getting hard, anticipating the unknown, and visions of her and Julie with Jack and Jason and Greg engaged in group fun are filling my imagination. “Did you ever get into any stuff with more than just you and a guy, you know, you and another girl and a guy, or you and two guys?”

“Well, not really. There was one time . . . never mind, that’s not really what you wanna hear.”

“Go on, what was it? You never know what might turn me on. Heaven knows, I never expected hearing you talk about screwing guys would excite me as much as it has. So maybe something else you tell me will have the same affect.”

“It’s not something I really feel comfortable talking about right now. I thought about it yesterday, but I decided not to get into it with you.”

“Lori? Try me.”

“Well . . . it involves my older brother, Jeff. No, I didn’t screw my brother! I didn’t even touch him, or vice versa, but that’s what led to what happened later. See, Jeff’s three years older than me, as you know. Back when I was twelve or thirteen, and he was fifteen or so, I happened to barge in on him in the bathroom, and he was jerking off. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I knew that anything having to do with genitals had to be a no-no. Plus, I’d never seen an erection in person before. I only caught a brief glimpse of him and what he was doing, before he yelled at me and chased me out, but it made a hell of an impression on my impressionable young mind.

“You know, Bill, and I assume you want me to be honest, especially now, with all that’s been happening . . .”

“Of course, and I do appreciate, more than I can say,” and now it’s my turn to giggle in my masculine way, “how candid you’ve been. My God, how I appreciate it!”

“When I called you the other night, you know, when I told you I had an orgasm thinking about the things I did back then, and what I was going to tell you about them? Well, what happened with Jeff, and the things that followed from that, was what turned me on so much. I guess it’s something that really affected me at the time, and apparently still does.”

“I’m more anxious than ever to hear about it.?” 

“Mmm. So anyway—I was a pushy sort of kid back then—I cornered him a couple days later and asked him to tell me what he’d been doing in the bathroom. He hemmed and hawed, but finally said he’d been masturbating. I hadn’t heard of that before, so I pressed him to tell me more. Understand, I knew what fucking was, and how babies were made and all that, but I’d never heard of doing it to yourself. Jeff was getting all antsy and stuff, telling me about jerking off—I think he was getting turned on by having to talk to a girl about it. He explained how by rubbing himself he got real excited, just like he would if he was screwing a girl, and the more he rubbed it, the harder he got, until he’d finally make it shoot out the stuff that makes babies, and that was an incredible feeling, he said.”

“No shit!” I pipe in. Oddly enough, I’m getting turned on.

“Being the brat that I was, I told him I wanted to watch him do it. He said no way, but I threatened to tell our folks what he was doing if he didn’t let me. He finally said he would, but it had to be some time when we wouldn’t have to worry about our folks or our sister catching us. I agreed, but I insisted right then and there that he let me see his penis. I knew he was getting really pissed at me, but he peeked out his bedroom door to make sure no one was around and closed the door. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. It wasn’t as big as it was when I had caught him in the bathroom, but I know now that it was only semi-hard. He was circumcised, and I’d guess it was around five inches long or so, with quite a bit of pubic hair peeking out of his fly. I either couldn’t see, or I paid no attention to his balls right then.”

“Did you touch it?” I ask.

“No. I told you I never touched him, and he never touched me. Pay attention, damnit.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, a couple days later my folks went to a school play that Missy was in, which left Jeff and me home alone. I didn’t waste any time reminding him of our deal. We went into his room and his sat on the side of his bed, while I sat on the floor in front of him. He pulled down his pants and sat there feeling himself. Pretty soon it got hard and he was stroking it up and down, watching me the whole time. I sat there, I’m sure, with my eyes and mouth wide open, not missing a single stroke.

“I figured then, and I found out later, that Jeff hadn’t fooled around with a girl yet, but it wasn’t from any lack of desire.” She snickers. “He was absolutely in love with a girl in his class that he would have given his right arm to date, but she didn’t seem to even know that he existed. Anyway, he’s telling me how much he wants to fuck this girl—I think her name was Becky—all the while jerking himself like crazy. Even as innocent as I was at that time, I realized that thinking about things that turned you on when you were masturbating helped to get you more excited. So he’s going on about how he wished he was fucking Becky right then, and he starts squirming around. Pretty soon he starts moaning and all of a sudden his dick begins to spurt his stuff all over. It went on his thigh and on the floor and was running down his knuckles. I was positively hypnotized by it!”

I’m on the verge of coming myself, but I back off a little so I can hear the rest of her story.

“He tells me to grab a bunch of Kleenex from the bathroom, which I do, and he mops up the mess on the carpet and off his leg and hand. I wanted to feel the stuff, but I was too scared to ask. I remember noticing that Jeff’s face was real flushed afterwards, something I obviously now know is par for the course with anyone, man or woman, who gets off.”

“So, end of story?”

“No, dear, I’m just getting started.” I hear her gulp down some wine. “That led to me watching him lots of times over the next few months. I think, hell I know, that he was more turned on with me watching. He’d talk about Becky, sometimes other girls he fantasized about when he was jerking off. He talked about what he wanted to do to them, and what he wanted them to do to him, and how good it would feel. Usually only took him a couple minutes to come. One time, maybe the third time I watched him, he got up and got the Kleenex himself, which gave me the opportunity to stick my finger in one of his puddles. I was fascinated with how it felt and how it smelled. I never tasted it, though; I mean he was my brother.

“The next year, I guess I was maybe thirteen, and I’d seen Jeff masturbating twenty times or so, he happened to have one of his buddies over at the house. His name was Billy. He’d been Jeff’s friend since they were in kindergarten, so he wasn’t a stranger around our house. From what Jeff had said, or maybe what he hadn’t said, I figured Billy was still a virgin, too. I had begun to notice over the past couple weeks that Billy was looking at me differently, you know, instead of me being the kid sister that was always in the way, he really looked at me. I caught him checking out my chest, which had needed a bra for some time. But he seemed to be looking at me in a way that gave me the impression that maybe Jeff had recently let him in on our little secret.

“I finally confronted Jeff with my suspicions, and he admitted that he had told Billy. I was embarrassed, but I asked Jeff what Billy had said when he told him. Jeff said that Billy was really excited by that, and said he wished he had a sister that could sit there while he jerked off. He had asked Jeff all kinds of questions about me, like how I acted when he did it, and if I was turned on by it. That last question was something Jeff had never asked me, and now he wondered if it did turn me on. I hadn’t admitted it to him before, but it did excite me to watch, and I had found early on that my panties would be wet afterwards. I knew it gave me a strange feeling down there, but I’d never recalled getting wet before.

“Several months before that day, I first began to touch myself. Not when Jeff was there, but afterwards. It was my introduction to masturbation. I don’t recall ever having an orgasm from doing it back then, but it sure felt good. I even thought about doing it when I was with Jeff and he was jerking off, but I decided not to out of embarrassment. I admitted to Jeff that it turned me on to watch him, not telling him about my masturbating, and added that I bet it would turn any girl on to see him do it. He said he suspected I was turned on by it, but had never actually had the nerve to ask me.




Sweet Nothings



“So anyway, he hems and haws again, and finally says that Billy wanted to know if I would watch him sometime. I immediately said I would. I had a huge crush on Billy, and the idea of seeing him naked, and watching him jerk off like Jeff, made me hot just thinking about it. Jeff said he’d talk to Billy.”

I’m sitting here nursing my erection, so as not to come but to maintain, surprised that Lori’s story about sex among teenyboppers is having the affect on me that it is. On one hand I’m enjoying the long account, but on the other I’m anxious for her to get to the really good stuff. I want her to keep talking as openly as she is. “This is getting good. So what happens next?”

“You getting turned on by all this?” she asks.

“Yeah, believe it or not. I can’t believe you’re being so open like this. I love it. And my very hard friend is appreciative, too. Please go on.”

Snicker, giggle. “I understand, sweetie. Me, too. I’m sopping wet. So, a few days later, Jeff asks me during breakfast if I’d go with him over to Billy’s house after school, since my folks would be home and his wouldn’t. It was nothing more than sheer coincidence, but I happened to be wearing a dress to school that day. None of the times I’d watched Jeff getting off had I worn a dress or skirt. I was suddenly conscious of the fact that Billy might be able to see my panties, wet or otherwise. And that gave me a tingle, I’ll tell you.

“Jeff and I walked with Billy to his house after school. I told my folks that morning that Jeff and I were going to the library after school and that we’d be home an hour or so late. Fortunately, our house and Billy’s, and the library, were only a few blocks from the school, so we usually walked, rather than rode each day. We get over to Billy’s and go directly to his bedroom. In all the years I’d known him, it was the first time I’d been to his house, let alone his bedroom.

“We kinda stood around for a few minutes, none of us quite sure how to start. I half expected Jeff to drop his pants as well as Billy, but when Billy pulled off his pants and sat on the floor with his beautiful cock beginning to swell, Jeff just sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed. I sat down on the floor facing Billy, who was only a couple feet from me. I could have reached out and touched his knee from where I was. Billy was obviously nervous, and very excited. I could tell.

“Billy began stroking himself, making it hard. His cock was about the same size as Jeff’s, maybe a little fatter with a larger head. Unlike Jeff, he didn’t say anything. Since I was sitting on the floor cross-legged, Billy was able to look right at my crotch, and he was not just looking, he was staring, all the while jerking off. I glanced up at Jeff, who was mesmerized. It only took Billy less than a minute before he squirted.”

Squirted. An otherwise normal choice of words, but hearing Lori say it gave my cock a spasm. I dang near lost it right then.

“He came as much if not more than Jeff had the first time he did it for me. But Billy had the sense to shoot it into his cupped hand, which kept it from going every which way. It wasn’t as dramatic as letting it fly, but it was still one of the most exciting things I had ever seen.

“A week or so later, out of the blue one weekend, Billy calls me on the phone and asks if I’d like to come over to his house for a little while. Obviously, he wanted an encore. As it happened, Jeff was over at another friend’s house at the time, so it would mean me going alone to see Billy. I figured what the heck, and said I’d see him in a few minutes.

“I got to his house and he was waiting at the open front door. Not anxious or anything! We went to his bedroom and he wasted no time in stripping off his clothes, all of them this time. He climbed on the bed and laid his head back on the pillow, asking me to sit next to him. I had purposely, this time, quickly put on a skirt before I left home, knowing that Billy would appreciate the view. I know I was being naughty, but something made me decide to leave my panties at home. I was wet before I ever got to Billy’s house!

“He starts to whack off, and I move around so I’m sitting on my calves, with my knees apart about a foot. My skirt was up around the middle of my thighs, so he had no trouble seeing my bare pussy. I had some hair on it, but not a lot, so my pussy lips were easy to make out. Billy’s eyes about pop out of his head when he sees it, and he stops stroking for a few seconds. Pretty soon he’s back to jerking for all he’s worth, his eyes glued on my crotch. Don’t ask me why, but without giving it another thought, I reach over and put my right hand over his. He paused, then removed his hand so I could hold his erection. It was warmer than I expected, and it was all slimy by this time, leaking as much as he was. I began to stroke it like I had seen him and Jeff doing. Billy was delirious. At one point he asked me to do it faster. Honestly? That gave me the experience to do my teacher as I did.”

I’m doing it faster too. I’m on the brink.

“He starts moaning and groaning, and says almost in a panic that he’s gonna come. I keep jacking him off and he flat explodes, shooting his come in these huge spurts. I swear it coulda hit the ceiling. As it was, it ended up mostly on his belly and my hand. It was so warm.”

An exact imitation of Billy’s eruption takes place in my bedroom, right now. I must have groaned, because Lori picked up on it.

“I hope that felt good. I’ve been fingering myself the whole time I’ve been talking to you. I hope you understand that what I did for Billy—and we did it together two more times, and never with Jeff there—I hadn’t done for Jeff because he was my brother, and Billy wasn’t. I really think if Billy had wanted to fuck me, I would have let him. But he never asked and I never volunteered. As I’ve told you before, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was sixteen, which was three years or so after the stuff with Billy and Jeff. From what I could find out, Jeff finally got laid about six months after. Never got to do it with Becky, though. And Billy, I guess he got laid eventually, but I didn’t hear one way or the other.”

“When you were sitting with no panties on Billy’s bed, did you touch yourself?”

“Oh, I forgot that part. Thank you. No, not the first time, but the next time I saw him I did the same thing, wearing a dress with no panties, and this time while I jacked him off I fingered myself. I didn’t come or anything, but it felt wonderful to do it in front of Billy, while he did himself. He wanted to touch me, but I didn’t let him. He sure stared though. This time he sat on his legs, just like I was doing, with our knees touching, and when he came, some of it landed on my leg. Thinking back on it, it was pretty hot.”  

“No shit. Were there any other things you did, I mean before you got your cherry popped by whatsisname?”

“Oh, not really. I did spy on Jeff one time when he was making out with his girlfriend on our front room couch. Everybody else was asleep, and I snuck down the hall where I could see and hear what they were doing. They didn’t do the deed, but I could see that he was fingering her. I heard Jeff telling her that he wanted to fuck her, but she kept telling him she wasn’t ready yet. He asked her to touch him, but she said no to that, too. That scene made me hot. I remember going back to bed and pretending that some guy was doing it to me. I doubt that he ever got into her, ‘cause a few weeks later he started seeing another girl, and I know she didn’t say no.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, I had another bad habit. I used to listen in on Jeff’s calls from an extension when he was talking to her, and from what they were saying to each other, there wasn’t any doubt that they were doing the deed. And she was giving him blowjobs, too.”

“What kinds of things did they say that made you think that they were getting it on?” I was getting aroused again, not to the point of jerking off, but enough that Lori’s descriptions were music to my ears.

“Oh, believe me, if you’d heard them, you would have known it too. I mean, like her saying, ‘I hope you pulled it out quick enough last night. You know my folks would kill me if I got pregnant.’ And him saying, ‘Sorry, I guess I got too excited. Don’t worry, I’m sure none of it got in you before I came on your tummy.’ Or him saying, ‘Your mouth felt so warm on me. I almost came when you did that. Next time, do you think maybe you can do that until I’m ready to come, then you can take your mouth off and then I’ll come?’ Does that leave any doubt in your mind?”

“No, I should say not. It amazes me that kids that young—what was he then, sixteen, seventeen?”

“Yeah. And she was younger than he was, maybe sixteen . . . a sophomore. I know, it surprises me to this day that they weren’t only fucking, but blowjobs? Hell, I didn’t have a man in my mouth until college, and then it was probably my junior year.”

“I didn’t get a blowjob until I was a senior . . . in high school, but even so, I was one of the first guys in my circle of friends to get one. They all oohed and aahed, jealous as hell. Anyhoo, my sweet, I think it’s bedtime for me.”

“Me too. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“The sooner the better. Maybe Jason will give you some new material to blow my skirt up.”

“Hope so. Nite-nite.” 

Forty-eight hours have passed, and Lori and I are once again talking on the phone. She sounds tired but upbeat, soft-spoken but animated.

“Well, as I told you the other night, Jason came over to visit Julie yesterday evening. At first, it looked like she was going to have him all to herself, and maybe she might have if Jason hadn’t been so persistent in telling her that he wanted to spend a little time with me. It ended up being a pretty hot time had by all. Sorry I didn’t call you last night, afterwards, but it was really late.”

“No problem. Why don’t you start from the beginning—I’d like to hear all about it.” I had adjusted my pajama bottoms as soon as I heard her voice, so my growing erection stuck out and my hand could stimulate it as needed.

“Jason knocked on the door around six. Julie quickly, and unexpectedly, told me that she wanted the three of us to have dinner together, but that after dinner, she asked that I retire to my bedroom and let the two of them have some quality time together. I was only half surprised by it, since I figured she would sooner or later set down her own rules of engagement, as it were. While we sat there and had dinner, I could see that Jason was paying a lot of attention to me, so when we finished and I excused myself, he looked disappointed. I’m sure Julie picked up on this, but she didn’t say anything.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but if I was Jason, I woulda been disappointed, too. I’m sure he wanted to not only be with you, but having the two of you at the same time, you and Julie, would have been incredible.”

“Well, I appreciate your words, but I’m not through with the story. Don’t worry; he didn’t stay disappointed for long.

“Anyway, so after dinner, I went to my room—with not only a glass of wine, but the bottle, too; I figured I might be in my room for a while, and I didn’t know if he’d be doing her on the couch or in her room, and I didn’t want to spoil her quality time. I made sure I tinkled as much as I could before I sequestered myself, so I’d be able to hold off on a trip to the bathroom for at least an hour or two.

“Pretty soon I hear her bed squeaking. I know it wasn’t my imagination that Julie was making more noise than usual. Wanted me to hear her getting it but good from Jason, just to make me jealous that it wasn’t me. Sometimes she can be a real . . . a real cunt!”

Fuck, jerking off, pussy lips . . . and now cunt. My, my, but my sweet Lori was certainly adding to her conversational vocabulary. And certainly adding to the profound affect her words are having on my libido.

“I’d already gotten out of my clothes and put on my teddy, so I was propped up in bed with a book on my lap, which I had set to one side when I heard them going at it so I could touch myself. No panties, obviously.

“Julie was squealing and grunting, and the bed was rocking, when suddenly it stopped; all noise suddenly stopped. I did hear some murmuring, you know, voices, and within a minute or two there’s a knock on my door. I got up and opened the door. Julie’s standing there, naked as a jay bird.

“She says, ‘Look, Jason says he won’t do it with me unless you’re there, too.’ I could tell by her expression and the way her jaw was tight as she talked, that she was super pissed. ‘So, if you don’t mind,’ and she says this with a phony-as-shit smile, ‘we’d like you to join us.’

“I topped off my wine glass and trotted after her. Obviously, I was still wearing my teddy, with no panties. Which was appropriate to the situation, don’t you think?”

I don’t reply, agreeing with her but figuring that it’s a rhetorical question.

“When we walked into Julie’s bedroom, Jason was there on the bed, naked with his thing still pretty much erect, and he had this shit-eatin’ grin on his face as he looked at me. Julie wasn’t real happy, but I could tell she wanted to finish what they had started, and was anxious to get back at it. She plopped down next to him, as I slid against him on his other side. He more or less turned his back to Julie and put his hands on me, then planted a big wet kiss on my mouth. Naturally, I kissed him back.

“Bill, you okay with this?"

“No, I’m about ready to hang up. Christ! You got me so worked up I can’t see straight! Go on! So what happened next!?

Julie lets out another lascivious giggle, then, “So in a couple of seconds, he’s got my teddy off and he’s squeezing my boobs so hard they’re still a little sore. Then he sticks his hand between my legs, his fingers making noise ‘cause I’m so wet down there. I tell you, Bill, I almost came as soon as he touched me!

“Meanwhile, Julie’s smack up against his back, humping her hips against his ass, her hands trying to reach around to grab his hard-on, but he’s got it up against my leg, and he’s humping against me! All of a sudden, he starts coming, squirting all over my leg and stomach. He’s groaning like he’s gonna drop dead any second. Julie starts making these weird noises, like she’s about to give birth or something, frantic as hell ‘cause Jason cheated her out of getting’ a proper screwing. It was wild!

“So, after a couple of minutes, Julie jumps out of bed and throws her clothes on. She grabs her purse and slams the door on her way out, screaming at us something like, “Go fuck yourselves!” Well, her choice of words, at that particular moment, made me start laughing. Then Jason started laughing, and we didn’t stop for at least five minutes.

“Sure, I was disappointed that he and I didn’t get it on, but it was still exciting anyway. You understand, don’t you?”

“Sure. So then what?”

“Well, I took Jason by the hand and led him to my room. We laid together for a little while, figuring that Julie might come back after she had a chance to cool down, but not giving a fuck if she did! I figured I was probably gonna get evicted anyway, so what the hell. Jason tried to get it up again—I tried to help, you know, sucking on him—but when he got a little hard he put it in me and fucked me a little, but it went right back down again. Too bad he didn’t have Jack’s powers of recuperation!

“I ended up sucking on him for quite a while, and he was finally able to come in my mouth. He left about fifteen minutes before I called you. Julie still hasn’t come back.” Long pause. “Bill?”

“Still here.”

“Look, I can’t make any promises, but . . . there’s a pretty good chance Julie’s gonna kick my ass out of here. If I come home . . . now again, I can’t make any promises . . . but do you think maybe we can give it another try? I mean, you know, see if maybe we can make it work this time? I’m dying to see the kids, and . . . I’m dying for you to hold me again. Bill, I love you.”

Through my tears and occluded windpipe, choked up as I was, I managed to convey my thoughts on the matter. My Lori was coming home, and my world seemed a whole lot brighter.