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Welcome

By: Welcome...



A 100% true love and sex story.

Karen and I met at age 18 during our freshman year at a major Midwestern University. We were virgins and "hooked up" a couple times for some petting and playing. I saw us mostly as friends and drinking buddies, though on occasion I marveled over her shapely ass as she climbed up into a bunk bed, or fantasized about holding her hips while slipping into her from behind. Karen had different plans. She wanted me as a boyfriend... badly. I rebuffed her advances, until after a year of friendship, and both of us losing our virginity to others, I found myself falling in love with her. We took the next step and started dating. For the first year or so, we were constantly naked and copulating, sometimes four of five times a day. My efficiency apartment had giant ceiling to floor windows and we'd sometimes fuck on the bed, knowing full well that we were being watched by the businessmen in the office across the alley! Long conversations in a claw foot bathtub. These were the salad days! Our sex life was pretty straight-forward, vaginal intercourse and mutual oral sex. We tried lots of different positions and were madly in love, so our sex was passionately perfect for that time in our life. 

Four years later we were married and a few years later our first child was born. Things changed dramatically. Karen had a job, and I continued in graduate school. Resentments built, our sex life tanked, and I looked elsewhere for sexual fulfillment. My infidelities were numerous and never really fully satisfying. Guilt over the inherent dishonesty marred what were otherwise ephemerally fun experiences. I was caught... twice. The second time was a long-term affair, and it hurt Karen deeply. But we stayed together. In the meantime, we had moved (following my academic career) and we had a second child. Such was the state of our marriage in 1998. On very shaky ground, but I was committed to giving it a go. Karen seemed to be opening up sexually, and had recently started having orgasms, an unbelievably important milestone. We were starting to experiment with anal sex, at her request, and she genuinely seemed to enjoy getting a little nasty on occasion. She also became much more confident and independent overall, which renders anyone, male or female, sexier and more attractive. 

Karen is a beautiful woman who has aged gracefully over the years we've shared. There are so many features I love about her. Long, nearly black and wavy hair frames her pale angular face and wide, beautiful green eyes. A smattering of freckles is a natural match to her wholesome Midwestern upbringing. Her breasts are small and pert, capped with perfect pink nipples. A 36A and they haven't dropped a millimeter in the 23 years I've been fondling, sucking and loving them! Her waist is thin and her belly smooth, flat, and absolutely flawless. Her tiny waist blossoms out into buxom hips and the kind of deliciously full ass that instantly inspires lascivious thoughts in the hearts of men. A small patch of soft, tangled black hair contrasts starkly with her pale skin, though her pussy lips are shaved smooth. When she is outside herself and in the throes of ecstasy, her soft hairless folds absolutely glisten with her juices. They all don't feel the same, and Karen's pussy is sent from heaven... deliciously slippery and smooth and simply perfect in the way it grasps my cock. 

It was summer. I thought we were on the road to recovery. Our sex life was reinvigorated and we seemed to be repairing the damage I had caused. Little did I know that my second infidelity had inspired feelings of either revenge or curiosity, and my supposedly innocent wife was prowling for cock. I later discovered that over a period of about a month, after a night class, she was taking a colleague of hers to the local park, where she sucked him until his pulsating cock filled her wanton mouth, cum dribbling from around her lips out onto her cheeks and chin. To be fair, she did later report that she swallowed most of his seed. The proud little slut. At the time I found out, I was furious. But years later, the thought of her repeatedly luring this guy to the park and begging for a chance to milk his cock is more than erotic. She also confessed that he stuck his hand in her pants and finger-banged her soaked slit. The guy was married and unprepared with condoms, so he never pushed fucking her. At least this is her claim. Regardless, she soon moved on in search of new prey. 

A few months later, while I was out of town, she lured a friend of mine down to the house under the pretext of needing help with computer equipment, and she asked him to bring alcohol. The old "I need a massage" line provided the opening. By the end of the night, she'd had her quim thoroughly licked, sucked his cock, and while spread eagle on my living room floor, she let him push his cock into her married snatch and pump it full of man goo. Thankfully he'd had a vasectomy. I was gone for a week, and she took every opportunity to fuck him that she could. She even bragged on the phone with him about how she likes to swallow. When he drove down and called her bluff, she laid on the bed fingering herself while he jacked his sperm into her open mouth. She does love to show off with a mouthful of slut fertilizer.

I returned from my trip, completely unaware of these goings on. The night I got back, a friend from out of town arrived and we had one of our parents staying with us as well. The house was a tad crowded. Our friend Michael had finished graduate school a few years earlier and moved on to a nice faculty position back east. He was back in town visiting on business and asked to stay with us, which we welcomed. Both Michael and I are dark-haired with an olive complexion, and frankly, quite attractive men. Michael is a bit smaller in stature. Neither of us has much trouble catching a woman's eye. For years, there was flirty banter between Karen and Michael, and a month before his visit she attended at a conference near his home back east. Before leaving, she arranged to meet him and joked with me about sleeping with him. I surpised myself by essentially giving her permission, not that she seemed to be asking. My thinking was that she'd been faithful all these years and maybe she was due some fun, since I'd had mine. She actually made a valiant attempt to seduce him, but Michael wouldn't have anything to do with sleeping with a friend's wife without direct permission. 

Karen and I always have great sex when I return from a trip, and that night was no exception. We had to be fairly quiet since we had company, but while straddled me I persisted in whispering things I thought might turn her on. With her recent discovery of anal orgasms in mind, and her cunt firmly seated on my cock, I slipped a finger into her tight asshole. 

"You like that?" 

"Mmm hmmmm," she moaned. 

She never really did like talking that much herself. Or at least it took a lot to get her to that point. If I get overly kinky too quickly, she often nips things in the bud. As she slid up and down on my cock, I asked my soft, pretty wife if she would like to feel the tip of another man's penis pushing at her ass. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmm."

"What? I can't hear you. SAY it," I demanded. 

"I want another cock in my ass" she groaned huskily. 

But it sounded a little forced. I wasn't satisfied. I decided to cross a line and make it personal. 

"Would you like Michael to come back her and slide his cock into your little asshole?" 

No response. I asked again in a lower voice, pulling her hair a little so that her chin jutted up and out. 

"Answer me. Would you like Michael to come in and slid his cock into your little asshole, while your pussy is already full of prick?" 

Then the unexpected. 

She completely stopped moving and looked me in the eye and smiled and confidently asked "Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly" I replied, a little unnerved at her directness. 

"You sure?" she cautioned. 

"Of course" I lied. 

"I'd LOVE for him to come back her right now and slide his cock into me, I'd love it, REALLY love it." 

And then the floodgates broke. Talk about a potty mouth! I asked her if she was a little slut, and the sincerity of her response turned me on further. My otherwise sexually demure wife of almost 20 years was honestly confiding her deepest sexual fantasies. She wanted double penetration, and she wanted it badly. 

"Would you drink his cum if he came in your mouth?" I led. 

She followed and stepped in time with "I'd lap it up like a good little girl... I'd want to make him happy". 

I couldn't take any more. She begged me to shoot on her face, and as I withdrew from her, I shot 7 days worth of stored white jism onto her pretty freckles and watched it drip down and pool in the depression above her clavicle. Sprawled languorously on the bed, she took two fingers and played in my cum puddle, lifting it up and pasting it onto her outstretched tongue. 

"Mmmmmmmm... god... feel this," she begged as she guided my hands to the glistening goo at the base of her elegant neck. 

I scooped some up and dropped it into her eager mouth and then kissed her deeply, tasting my own cum mixed with my sweet wife's saliva. At times like this, I feel a sexual contentment and excitement that I've never felt with another woman. After barely five seconds of basking in the afterglow, she suggested we should wake up Michael! I couldn't believe it.! I cautioned that we had other company and ought to keep it light for tonight. We crept to the living room and for a short while exchanged playful innuendo with a somewhat befuddled, but clearly intrigued, Michael, before we slipped back to our bedroom.

The next day, the relatives left. That evening Michael insisted on fixing a nice dinner of salad and London Broil for us. During the preparations, wine flowed and sexual banter reached a feverish pitch in our warm kitchen. Karen wiggled her ass and bounced around enticingly all evening. I think she let Michael give it a squeeze or two. I made a joke about a threesome and Karen countered enthusiastically. I goaded her by saying I didn't think she had it in her, and she replied that perhaps I didn't! Michael played along well.

After a nice dinner, Michael stripped to his swim trunks and jumped in the pool. Karen rolled her jeans up and dangled her feet in the water by the stairs. I perched on the roof and played matchmaker. I kept pushing the envelope, finally telling Michael, "For god's sake, can't you tell she wants you to kiss her". Karen sat modestly and silently while he waded around the pool. When he finally asked if she wanted a kiss, she smiled and said it sounded nice. Eventually, he moved to the pool steps and began kissing and caressing her. I told him to take off her thin shirt, but he seemed nervous. At that point, perhaps unwilling to risk things grinding to halt before she wanted them to, Karen reached down and lifted her shirt and tossed it. Her delicious pink nipples stuck out in the warm night air, as she looked him in the eye and asked him point blank if he liked them. She could be direct! 

"Geez Karen!" a surprised Michael replied as he knelt and began to knead and suckle her tits. Giggling, Karen looked down, thrust her tit further into his mouth and cupped his head in her hand. I'd never seen her like this. The eroticism of the moment moved me, literally, and I pulled out my swollen penis and started stroking it. Karen seemed surprised, but Michael's wit was on the mark when he quipped that there was a 'Fiddler on the Roof'. Laughing, I moved down and took Karen's free tit into my mouth. I couldn't believe she'd gone this far!! She laughed and ran her fingers through our hair and joked that she'd remember this night fondly when she was old and gray. 

"Two brunettes" she smiled as she watched us suckle her rigid nipples.

She loved the attention. My hand moved up her leg, attempting to massage her beaver through her blue jeans. Her legs remained clamped together and I thought perhaps this was all she really wanted. We convinced her to lay back on the pool deck, and Michael kissed her lips passionately while I continued massaging the warmth hidden inside her jeans. This time, with relatively little effort, her legs parted and her hips tilted as I rubbed harder. The three of us were as teenagers again, giggling and laughing and just a little bit drunk. I still couldn't believe this was my wife, behaving this way, but it was as arousing as anything I'd experienced. I started unbuttoning her pants. I wanted it to go further. Much further. 

But she balked and soberly emphasized, "Oh no... those are staying on."

However, she left her legs spread for more massaging. I shot her a disappointed look, and returned to kissing her breasts and rubbing her covered prize. I kissed lower and lower until my kisses fluttered across her belly just above the top of her jeans. She was grinding into my hand, when I stopped and looked up again, hands on the button. 

"I'll just take off the jeans and leave your panties on, OK?" 

She objected weakly, and as Michael held her arms down, I pulled her pants off. Once released from her restraint, her hands raced to seize the blue bikini panties with tiny white polka dots, hiking them safely up over her sex. (Why do girls think keeping their panties on protects them from anything!). Michael seemed up for anything, but maybe a little weirded out by the whole scene. After all, here was his friend's horny wife laying nearly naked before him, as her husband looked on. He returned to kissing her, and she passionately returned those kisses while caressing her own breasts and nipples. I continued kissing her soft, flat belly, all around her panties, and slowly brought my hand up her exposed thigh. I touched the fabric and could feel the swollen heat and moisture hidden beneath. As I moved the fabric to the side my fingers slipped into her sopping wet cunt. 

I laughed, "Oh no, she's not excited by this at all!" 

Karen giggled, knowing her excitement couldn't be denied now. I couldn't believe how turned on my vulnerably naked wife was. Maybe she liked being a sex toy? 

I lifted her panties at the waist and beckoned, "Michael, you've got to feel this." I couldn't believe I was inviting another man to slip his fingers into my wife.

"She's pretty wet?" he asked as his tanned hand slid across her alabaster stomach towards a pussy I thought had been mine alone for 20 years. 

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, through her curly hair. I watched the bulge of my friend's fingers slide beneath my wife's panties, down between her legs and into the velvety folds of her soft sex. Both their faces changed from playful, giggling into looks of passion as his fingers met her warm, flooded cunt. 

"Holy shit," Michael uttered in a barely audible whisper, clearly impressed by her excitement. 

I grabbed the panties on either side of her hips and yanked them down her legs. No objection was forthcoming this time. There was my wife. Completely naked, on her back, legs spread, with another man's fingers in her pink folds. And clearly enjoying it, too. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I released my cock and insisted, "I have to put it in her."

Michael was incredulous, "Are you going to let him do that... in front of me?"

"What the fuck," Karen said as I moved between her legs and lined up my cock with her soaked hole. 

She was too horny to deny her appetite. She needed to be filled. For the first time I realized that once her trigger point was passed, in a bind like this, almost any meat pole would do. She'd just as readily have let Michael slip his cock into her, if he had moved first. I proceeded to fuck her hard. What a naughty little wife!! As her little titties bounced around, Michael would catch them in his lips and suck them, while he watched my cock disappear into my bride. Karen's head rolled back and her hands roamed through his hair and over his body while I used her for my pleasure.

The rest of that night is a blur, and difficult to recount chronologically. However, little vignettes have stayed with me. I remember at one point, my wife was on her back on the living room floor, with her hips and ass propped up against the edge of the couch, her legs spread and akimbo. Her gaping cunt was completely on display for the two of us. Right behind it, her puckered anus waited patiently. She'd never so brazenly exposed her nether regions before! We took turns sticking our fingers in her, and licking her little offering. Again, she seemed to relish the effect her spread cunt had on these attentive men. 

I finally stood over her, pointing my cock straight down at her cunthole, and lowered it into her, spreading her pink lips around my cock. The lights were on and I felt like an actor in a porno movie. All the while her spread cunt was getting fucked, Karen eyes were fixed on Michael, who stood transfixed by the spectacle, rubbing his cock. She looked so wanton as her eyes soaked up his desire. Her expression let me know that there was a side of this woman that I'd never dreamed existed. 

At some point, we moved to a bedroom, and Michael pinned her down while I sucked and licked her little puss to orgasm. She resisted her restraint, but it was clear to all that she relished being 'taken'. At one point I remember kissing her and looking into her big beautiful eyes, while my friend slurped between her legs. Although unspoken, love and understanding passed between us, and I think we both realized at that moment that this was just another adventure in our life together. I reached down and pulled up on her clitoral hood, to give Michael better access to my wife's swollen nubbin. At another point, my little sweety lay between us, a hard cock in each hand, jacking us off and giggling.

Finally, I moved off the bed. My presence seemed to keep the 2 of them from really engaging. I sat in an easy chair and started stroking my cock. 

"I want to watch you guys fuck," I confessed. 

Michael seemed shocked, but he didn't miss a beat as he quickly moved above my wife. He certainly wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to fuck a hot little MILF like Karen. With virtually no encouragement, her legs spread open once again, but this time in anticipation of welcoming a strange new cock. He was poised between her legs and they broke a kiss to both look over in my direction. Michael seemed to be looking for a last indication of permission, while Karen just looked wanton, and if anything she seemed to be gloating a little at the prospect of her husband watching her take this strange new cock into her snatch. Cock in hand, he swiped the tip completely up and down her swollen, beckoning folds. Karen's pelvis rotated forcefully upward to meet his cock, and her legs parted still further, in a complete offering of her sex. She was practically begging him to slide into her. Her hands stroked his back as he hovered above her, and she shot a last look at me as if to tease, "Too late, he's sticking it in me!" And stick it in he did, in one long thrust about ¾ of his cock slipped easily into her well-lubricated fuckhole. I watched as my sweet wife wrapped her arms around my friend, dug her fingers into his ass, pulling his cock the rest of the way into her welcoming womb. 

He fucked her slowly and passionately, with lots of kissing and suckling of her breasts. They both occasionally shot furtive glances in my direction. It was incredibly sexy. Although at the time it would have hurt, it turns me on now, to realize that only the night before this, a third cock filled my little slut's vagina with cum, and that the night after her first time with two men, she'd be spreading her legs and surreptitiously sucking and fucking another man again. She certainly has a hunger for cock. 


Welcome



Karen reminded me with a giggle, "Honey, Michael doesn't have a condom on." 

I had recently had a vasectomy, and knew that somewhere in the house was pack of leftover condoms. I jumped up and started frantically searching for them. When I returned, she was still beneath Michael. I paused to watch his ass pump up and down between my love's spread legs. 

I handed her a condom and commanded, "Put it on for him". 

He pulled out and his glistening prick waggled back and forth in front of her. Watching her roll the latex down his cock was especially erotic. Later that night, with a little effort we convinced her to let us try and double penetrate her. 

"C'mon honey, you love anal, you love vaginal, why not try both at once with two men you can trust. This opportunity may not come again." 

She didn't seem overly nervous as she slid down onto my cock and worried aloud, "I don't think two can fit in there". 

I reassured her we'd go slowly. Michael lined up behind the full,white globes of her ass and gave her a little slap before grasping her hips for balance. I fondled the dangling tities above my chest. Karen kissed me hard as Michael spread her cheeks and positioned his knob against her puckered anus. My wife was about to get anally fucked by another man. I was so turned on I was afraid I'd spurt any second and ruin the moment. Karen seemed to want to be distracted for the few minutes it would take to adjust to having a prick in her butthole, and kissed me harder. I could feel a little pop as Mikey pushed forward and as his cockhead passed the tight ring of muscle. She grunted and whimpered as she smashed her mouth against mine. As Michael slowly eased his cock further into my sweety's ass, her cunt squeezed my cock with a pressure I'd never felt before. 

"Got a cock in your pussy?" I whispered in her ear, attempting some form of privacy for the two of us. 

"Mmmmm, yeah I do" she grunted happily. 

"Got a cock in your ass?" I whispered again. 

"Yeah, I do. I have both my holes filled," she replied softly, "and it feels soooooo good! I don't want to be bad, I just like fucking and attention from men, is that OK sweety?" she asked. 

I reassured her it was fine and as I told her I love her, I realized profoundly how deep and true that love is. Sharing this part of her, this carnal, deeply lustful side was so magical. It transcended heavy societal repressions in a way that made me feel exceptionally close to her and part of her inner world. She let me see her deepest, darkest sexual needs. And, they were desires that we shared. I loved seeing her so sexually free and unbounded. Michael started working his cock in and out of her ass. 

She whimpered, "But I'm a naughty little slut," as her hand snaked between us and set to work on her throbbing clit. 

I felt her glove lift slightly up on my cock, in order to better offer her ass to Michael's insistent thrusts. She seemed to want him to bottom out in her. My hands and his competed for space on her ample and sexy hips. We were team fucking the slut and she was loving it! 

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum.... I'm so sorry... I can tell I'm gonna make a big mess.'

"It's ok honey, making you feel good is what this about, come on. Cum for us. Just let go...." 

"Ohhhhhh my gawwwwwd... I'm coming, I'm coming, I coming...Unnnnnnnnghhhhhh! Unnnngghhhh!" she grunted as she ground and wriggled against the cocks impaling her tiny holes. 

Karen is a squirter, and from somewhere deep inside her, I felt hot fluid flood across first my turgid cock and then my balls and ass. It felt divine to be soaked by the warm juice of thoroughly satisfied slut. We eventually left Michael in his room. I don't think he ever came that night. Karen and I fucked like wild animals once more after we got to our own room. I felt some deep carnal need to make sure my seed was in my wife's womb.

A few years later, Michael visited again, and we had a little reunion. I remember watching through a window from outside the house as they rolled around naked in our marital bed. Sucking and fondling each other. I watched as he whispered in her ear and she compliantly rolled onto her tummy and spread her legs. What a good little slut, I thought to myself. Mike positioned himself between her spread offering. With each push forward, he sneered a little. This wasn't going to be as tender as last time! He now knew he had a slut on his hands, and he could get away with some more aggressive and impersonal fucking. Karen grunted into her pillow and I wondered if he was plundering my wife's pussy or ass? I had to know! 

Once he started working into a rhythm, I had my answer. Karen's hand snaked down to her ravenous puss. She only rubs her cunt this feverishly when she's being butt-fucked. She raised her ass up to allow him to better penetrate her, and her buttocks jiggled lewdly each time his hips slapped her whorish rump and his cock disappeared between her cheeks. 

Oh jesus... what a delicious rutting slut I married! I slipped in the door and stood watching from behind them where they couldn't see me. Mike slapped her ass playfully, and was thrusting his cock forcefully into my bride's butthole. Her legs were spread and her toes were completely curled in ecstacy as his balls slapped against her open, slippery quim. The hand pushing between her shoulder blades forced her tits and face into the bed. It was a scrumptiously lascivious scene. She was being completely and facelessly used like a piece of fuckmeat by the cock ravaging her back hole. It really could have been any cock. And she liked it. No, she clearly loved it!

At her request, he rolled her to her side and continued to slide his tool in and out of her ass. They saw me, but barely acknowledged my presence. I climbed into the bed and asked what I already knew... mainly because saying it added to the obscenity. 

"Is he butt-fucking you honey?" 

Her legs were slightly parted as she held one aloft to give him access. 

She replied matter-of-factly, "Why don't you look for yourself?"

I did. Her little ass was stretched wide around the pistoning cock. She grunted and rolled her eyes. Her lips pursed and curled in a sneer with each forward thrust of his cock. Her turgid pink nipples stuck straight out from her sweaty breasts, as they only do when she's about to come, betraying the extent of her arousal. She rubbed her swollen love bud and squirmed against him. 

I stroked her hair away from her face so that I could see the passion there and asked her, "God, you are such a beautiful little slut. How would you like a second cock, one to suck on?" 

She huskily replied, "Mmmmmmm, I'd love it, come here," as she tilted her head up and opened her mouth. 

I slid my turgid prick into her small mouth and proceeded to face fuck my wife as I watched my friend slap his pelvis against her jiggling ass. However, the cock in her mouth soon lost its novelty, and she needed to concentrate on her clit and the violation of her ass in order to cum. I watched from the side as my friend's anal ministrations brought my sweet, loving wife to a loud, groaning, and explosively wet orgasm. True to form she squirted hot cum all over, flooding the cock buried to its hilt in her butt. 

At another point that evening, she lay on her back and we fulfilled one of the fantasies she confessed. She wanted a 'switch-hit' fuck. So while she lay on her back, Michael and I took turns fucking her for about a minute each. Just a few strokes, and then I'd roll off and let Michael have a go. There was my wife, lying spread eagle, rubbing her own tits and letting two men take turns in her slut slit. Michael ass-fucked her about five times that night. During one of those sessions, I licked her pussy while his cock pumped mercilessly in her rectum, and she rewarded me by flooding my face with her orgasm. By the end of the night, I'd cum in her pussy, Michael had unloaded his goo in her ass at least twice. 

While she was getting butt-fucked for the last time, I shot a small load of seed onto my wife's waiting tongue and lips. She had been sleeping and woke up to feel Michael's hard cock pressed against her butt. She cocked a leg, reached down between and grabbed his pole. 

"I thought you were tired Karen," he teased. 

"How am I supposed to sleep with THIS pressing against me," she asked hoarsely as she guided his shaft first to her pussy for lubrication and then to her anal opening. 

I sat in front of her and kissed her passionately while Mikey stroked in and out of her ass once more. My hand snuck down between her legs, to rub her pearl. My fingers moved back, one on either side of his cock, and while I cupped her soft sex I could feel my friend's prick sliding past my fingers, in and out of my wife's welcoming ass. That was hot. FEELING her ass fuck. I felt my balls well up and knew I would soon come, from sheer excitement. I couldn't access her soaked crevice, so I ordered her to open her mouth, the only hole available. My wife gaped her mouth for a load of cum from one man, as another increased the pace of her ass-fucking. While she was still licking my cum off her lips, Michael pushed deep inside her and held himself there while he unloaded his 2nd or 3rd batch of baby batter into my wife's well-stretched ass. She could sense he was coming and pushed her butt back against his cock like a good girl.

A few years later, she flew out to visit him at his home for a long weekend. Admittedly with some encouragement from me. They fucked the whole weekend. Mostly anal, which is kind of a thing for them. We don't want more babies and Michael shoots live rounds. Plus, his girth is slightly less than mine, and she has often commented about how nicely his prick fits her ass. Plus, ass fucking allows him to take her bareback and shoot inside her, which feels better for everyone involved.

She came home and told me a few stories, though she's still less than verbose when it comes to talking about sex. Apparently she gave him a thorough cock-sucking. Something I've only seen her do to him in person once. Her ass was pummeled and sore. On the ride back from the airport I asked her when he last butt-fucked her. 

She seemed flirtatious as she bragged, "This morning." 

"So you probably have a little cum leaking into your panties right now," I asked. 

She laughed a grimacing laugh and said, "It's been a bit of a problem all weekend, having cum leaking out of my butt!" 

She confessed that she liked feeling his prick buried inside her, his balls slapping against her swollen pussy. And she remarked with some pride and a sparkle in her eye, that one time, after he withdrew from her cunt, "the condom was really full of cum, REALLY full. I liked that." 

She does like man seed. A few days later Michael sent a couple pictures. He had photographed her bound and spread eagle on his bed. A small "Welcome" sign from his front door was propped up in front of her swollen, and well-used pussy. Her small breasts jutted obscenely skyward. He probably took the image toward the end of the week, perhaps just after her final ass-pounding. Another was a close-up of her shaved cunt, surrounded by whipped cream. 

Since then, we've sometimes talked about these episodes during sex. I've asked about her other sexual history. She had kept secret for most of these years that she lost her virginity in a Fraternity House, where she was completely used for her pussy. Apparently the well-endowed frat boy knew his way around a woman's body and all in one night she went from a very innocent virgin to a well-used slut. He pounded her cunt in the shower, shoved her first cock into her mouth, and gave her cunt its first tongue-lashing. She even did a 69. All with a boy she barely knew! What a naturally naughty little leg spreader!

I'm enraptured by her unbridled sexuality, and for better or worse, I honestly can't wait to see her get fucked again. Watching my slut wife rut and buck in ecstacy between a pair of eager cocks is just this side of heaven! Yet, I'm not into the swinging scene, and suppose I'll have to wait until Michael visits again, or perhaps we can find someone local who would like a slice of my wife's pie. She certainly enjoys flirting and getting sexual attention from attractive men. I can barely restrain myself at the prospect of once again seeing her sandwiched, squirting, and out of her mind with erotic pleasure; fresh semen clinging to the corners of her wry smile.



Welcome



Darius was lying in his bed, he had woken up very early and he could tell it was barely dawn outside. He didn't need to be up until 8 AM so he just laid there and hoped to get back to sleep. Yet, he was distracted, by the image of his sexy neighbor Tanya. She was this Russian girl who lived with her family in the apartment next door to his. 

She didn't speak alot of english, and avoided him whenever she saw him. He had a feeling she had been scared by men, or maybe a black man before. He saw the fear in her eyes, and the stress in her body when she caught sight of him.

He had ignored his sexual attraction to her for about two years, but then, this summer he had seen her in her bathing suit. She had taken her younger siblings swimming in the complex's pool. They had walked back to their door, she had been pulling the key from a little purse in her hands. He had just come home from work. And there she was, still dripping wet in a light blue one piece that was skin tight with dripping brown curls down to her waist.

For a moment he had watched her, appreciated her beauty. Her innocence, and that sexy body of hers. That sight had stuck in his head.

The sight swam up to his mind and his member stirred, and started to swell. His imagination led him to touch first, his hands and that pert little ass of hers. He imagined her in his lap, her sighs and moans as he stuck his fingers into her tiny pink pussy. He imagined her cunt to be bright shell pink, her nipples too. 

And he was pretty sure she was a virgin.

He was stroking his cock now, with sure comfortable strokes. He didn't need to rush this, taking his time, he imagined kissing her. Kissing her with the taste of strawberries on her lips. Then sucking his dick with those lips. While looking at him with those big brown eyes.

He was close now, it took no time at all, she really appealed to him sexually. He wished he could ask her out on a date, or just talk to her for five minutes. 

He sat up on the edge of his bed, sitting up to finish off. "UH." He moaned in the quiet room. His hand pumped away madly, a little rough now. So close.

His stomach began to feel like jello and his body tensed and relaxed all over, the buildup was nearly complete. His mind melted with pictures of her skin, eyes, hair, lips...

"Tanya!" He moaned as he came, shooting his cum across the floor of his studio apartment.

At the same time his door slammed open and Tanya rushed in, and closed the door behind her quickly. Her face was panicked and tear stained, her eyes and cheeks were puffy pink from crying.

Darius totally froze, mouth dropped open in surprise. If there was one thing on the planet he had least expected to happen, it would be her stepping into his room.

Maybe he should leave his door unlocked more often!

She spotted his position and became just as shocked as he was, turning her back to him fast. Trying to give them both some dignity. "OH oh oh my, I didn't mean to... I just... I'm..." She stammered nervously with a thick Russian accent. Darius, realizing the ridiculousness of the situation starts to laugh, while also putting some pants on. She turned to look at him again just as he tucked his dick into his pants and straightened them. 

Her cheeks were merry pink now with a blush. She smiled shyly at the situation and from embarrassment of her reaction. Taking a deep breath, she waited for his chuckling to die down. Her face set into determination, as if she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"I am here, to get far from my uncle." She said this sternly. "He is not a good man."

Then her face changed to one of pleading. "Please, let me stay here, for just a little while. With you?" His mood instantly fell, he understood well how family could hurt you the worst. He wasn't 500 miles away from home for nothing. He looked her in the eye when he nodded and quietly told her, "Yes of course."

He stepped over to his small kitchenette and grabbed a glass and poured water into it. He came back and put that glass in her hands.

"Tanya, you can come here anytime you need to. You are always welcome in my home. I would never let anyone hurt you." He said in clear short sentences. She took him seriously, not sure what to say, just nodding. 

After a long awkward silence.

"Darius?"

He looked at her, curious. She looked down at the mostly full glass in her hands. "I know, that you think of me, while..." She eyes went straight to his crotch. "I can hear you at night."

Darius's eyes went large, his mind remembering every time he had come thinking of her over the last couple months. He hadn't thought that the walls were that thin! He was mortified, it meant her family had probably heard him too! He had to sit down, his knees felt a little weak.

He groaned, and covered his face with his hands, not wanting her to see him now... or maybe ever again. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He said quietly. Then there was movement next to him on the bed, she had sat down beside him. When he took his hands from his face to look at her, she was smiling at him.

She leaned in, licked her little petal pink lips and went for a kiss. She whispered against his lips. "I think of you too."



Welcome Aboard



I was living on a station in the Taurean sector, working as a singer in a band that had a steady gig at a bar catering to the traveling salesman class. The money was decent, and a bad job singing is better than most good jobs. But doing the same thirty songs every night, including the same requests, was getting old. Besides, the lead synstrom player was developing a bugdust habit and had been making life unpleasant since I'd said I wouldn't sleep with him anymore. The cube player wasn't getting along with him either, and the dissension on the stand was affecting the music—I was pretty sure that this gig wouldn't last much longer.

So when I got an email from my friend Ardela inviting me to come stay with her at her father's cottage on Danuta, my only thought was how to get there. Even though I was making 120 creds a night, station life is expensive—air bills alone ate up a quarter of my income—and I didn't want to arrive on Danuta broke. Besides, I don't believe in paying to travel. I'd made it halfway across the galaxy since dropping out of college without paying for passage more than three times, and I was sure I could find some way to get to Danuta, even though it was way off the major cruise routes. Getting a job as a singer, or at least a maid or waitress, on a cruise liner was easy, but regular passenger shuttles don't use so many support staff, and if you're not a pilot or a techie, it's hard to join a freighter crew.

Still, I got out my celcom and punched up the ship listings. There were six departures in the next two weeks with Danuta on their itinerary. I searched the crew openings: Computer Technician IV, Assistant Engineer Grade II (Drive Specialist), Food Technician III (must have license), Morale Specialist III, Communication Specialist V, Astrogator Level VI.... I could do the foodtech job—anybody whose waited tables has learned how to program, operate (and even to fix) a replicator when the kitchen staff are busy—but I didn't have the license and even if I could find someone to fake it for me, it would cost almost as much as first class fare to Danuta. And the bridge and engineering jobs were way out of my league.

I flipped back to the Morale Specialist listing:

“Title: Morale Specialist III

“Salary: FC 1253/sw

“Duties: Provide morale-maintenance services to ethnically and specielly diverse freighter crew.

“Qualifications: B.S. in exobiology, exoethnology, or exopsychology or equivalent training and experience; excellent physical and psychological fitness. Must be a creative and adventurous team worker with positive attitudes toward others. Experience preferred but not essential.”

I hesitated. It wasn't that I minded the work. It was just that I was on my way to spend a year with Ardela, daughter of one of the 400 families, and when her aristocratic mother asked me about my trip, I didn't want to say "Oh, it was great—I worked my passage from Taurus Seven as Ship's Whore on a freighter." Ship's Whores don't get any respect—everyone assumes that all it takes is to be willing to spread your thighs for anything with an oxygen metabolism. That might be fine for a planetside mattressback (something I would never be), but an M.S. III needs to know the sexual anatomy and sexual customs of dozens of species and cultures, and needs to be fit enough to be sexually active in the whole range of tolerable gravities and atmospheres. Not to mention being polysexual and free from species prejudice, as well as emotionally stable.

I'd been a whore before—on one of the cruise ships where I'd signed on as a waitress, an M.S. II had been caught in bed with a passenger. That's a major no-no. and she was immediately suspended and confined to quarters. The chief steward, who had good reason to think of me as talented in that field, asked me if I would replace her for the duration of the voyage. The pay was right, so I agreed, and enjoyed it more than I thought I would. But I'd always considered it an interesting episode, something to shock the grandchildren with someday, not a career.

Still, I was short on options. So I called up the Zande Warrior's application file and entered my specs; within a few minutes I had an interview set for the next morning. I was at the Warrior's docking berth 15 minutes early, and was greeted by the 2nd Mate, who is usually the personnel officer on the smaller ships. She was human, tall, dark-skinned, with a shaved head and a scarab tattooed on her right temple. She introduced herself as Ms. Delta, and led me into the ship. There the ship's doctor gave me the physioscan and psyscan, and sent me along to Ms. Delta's office to be interviewed while the computer digested my fluid samples.

Delta took my H-card and popped it into the slot on her desktop. "So.... You have a B.S. in exobiology with a minor in ethnology?"

"That's right." Actually, it wasn't—I had left school a few credits short of the degree, but had found a friendly techie on Vashti who had altered the card to save me the trouble of actually graduating. It took a week of blowjobs to convince him, but it was worth it.

"And you were an M.S. II on the American Empress. How did you like that?"

"It was fun—I took over the job mid-voyage, and had a great time."

"You'll find it a bit different on the Warrior—it's a small ship, only 47 crew, and we only have three morale staff. You'll be very busy sometimes, and others—when we're busy—you'll have nothing to do. We don't have the entertainment options that a big liner has. Apart from vids and games, you're it. And in those 47 crew we have...oh, twelve or thirteen species. Which have you worked with?"

I reeled off the list. She nodded, then looked back at her screen. "The doc says your scans are clean. I can't say for sure, but I don't see any reason why we wouldn't sign you on. Would you like a tour?"

I shrugged, nodded. "Sure, if you've got time to show me around."

"No problem. Right this way."

I followed her down past the officer's quarters through the mess and on to the recreation deck. There was a good-sized lounge with a big vid screen, half a dozen game terminals with VR suits, and even a shelf with a few dozen paper books. Delta led me through a hatch on the far side, then down a V-tube to a smaller lounge. It wasn't luxurious, but it was comfortable, with soft lighting, couches, and an aquarium built into one wall. She smiled when I gawked. "Oh, yeah, they're real fish--it's a hobby of mine."

She pointed at four doors in the curving wall opposite. "Those are the morale suites--everybody's on shore leave right now, so they're empty." She punched in a code and opened a door. I stepped inside. The cabin was about four meters square. There was a large waterbed in the center, thick padded carpet on the floor, a net strung between the top of one wall and the floor about a meter out from the wall, and various rings and loops on the walls and ceiling. The ceiling and one wall were mirrored. The grav and atmosphere controls were neatly recessed in the wall at the head of the bed, and another open door led to a blue-tiled bathroom. 

Delta smiled. "They're all like this--seem okay to you?"

"Sure--it's nice."

"Mr. Vaxt'ron, the first mate, said he might want to interview you personally before we make a decision. That all right with you?"

I knew what that meant. It was technically illegal, but to be expected, and there wasn't much point making a fuss about it if I wanted the job. I didn't mind anyway. I would have liked to meet Vaxt'ron first, but if I took the job it would all come out in the wash. "No problem." I was ready.

Delta tapped her com and spoke a few words in a language I didn't understand. "He'll be down in a few minutes." She reached out and touched my left breast. "We don't have to wait for him." I suddenly realized I was readier than I had thought. I grabbed the zipper of her skintight red uniform and pulled it all the way down to her crotch in one smooth motion. She wore nothing underneath. I pulled the suit off her shoulders and down over her arms. Her nipples were pale pink against her coffee-brown skin--I had assumed she was full human, African ancestry, but she wasn't, not with that coloring. A tattooed cobra twined from her hairless mons to her navel.

I took a nipple between my teeth and tugged gently, shaking my head slightly. She moaned and fell back against the netting. She raised her arms above her head, caught the net and pulled herself up. I slid the suit over her generous hips and knelt to release the clips that held the boots tight. As I slipped them off her feet, she raised her muscular legs into a full split, twining her feet through the net. She lay against the net like a starfish, wide open to me.

One of her parents must have been Be'erdun, I realized--her vulva was as bright pink as her nipples, and the clit that was swelling out from between the three sets of labia was nearly six centimeters long. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue until she began to make soft, whimpering sounds, then I moved in and sucked it with all my might, probing her cunt with two fingers. Her breathing slowed, long shuddering inhalations followed by gasping exhalations. Pussy juice was dripping down my wrist; I slipped in another finger, then another. Her juices had a sharp, fragrant, bittersweet flavor, almost herbal; I thought of rosemary and lavender. Her vaginal walls were quivering, her erectile outer labia throbbing against my hand. I was just considering whether to go all the way and give her a full fisting, when I heard the door open.

Out of the corner of my eye, in the mirrored wall, I could see the red suit with mate's stripes on the cuffs. I could also see the blue sagittal crest and knew he was Daneelian. This should be interesting. I decided not to stop what I was doing, but reached back with the hand that wasn't up Delta's cunt and flipped my skirt up over my back--I never wear undies. If he wanted more, he could pull rank and ask for it.

I pulled my fingers out of Delta and buried my face in her wide-open twat, sucking up her flowing juice and rubbing my face in the fragrant nectar. I heard the First Mate's zipper open, and just for a moment I pulled my face away from Delta's crotch to glance back at him. 

I'd done a Daneelian once before, on the Empress, so I knew what to expect, but even so it was impressive. The Mate's cock was a third of a meter long, only a couple of centimeters thick--except for the pear-shaped bulb at the tip, which was about five centimeters in diameter and looked like it would be at least seven when it got to full erection. I knew from reading and experience that the bulb was the only truly erectile part of a Daneelian penis. The shaft was cartilage and muscle, and he could swish it around like a cat's tail--which made for some incredible sensations once a Daneelian got it inside you.

I wanted to get him in before he got to full size--it's an easier fit that way--so I quickly spit on my hand and rubbed it over my vulva. As soon as I touched myself, I knew I needn't have bothered--I was gushing. I grabbed his cock just below the bulb and pulled it between my legs. He was wet too--a Daneelian cock secretes its own lubricant, from a ring of pores around the bulb. I exhaled and focused, relaxing my pussy muscles as he thrust. Even so, it was pretty intense--I won't say painful, but taking a Daneelian cock isn't the easiest thing for a human vagina.

He was in--I turned my mouth back to Delta, and gave the Mate a good squeeze with my pubococcygeus muscles, just to let him know I wasn't a wimp about big dicks. He gasped in surprise, so I gave him another squeeze, harder, for good measure...then he started thrusting and whipping that thing around in me like he was beating eggs, and I was the one gasping. And then I was in that other place, the place you go when sex is unimaginably good and your whole body becomes a huge erogenous zone. I don't go inert or dissociate--I get more active, and in a way more alert--at least totally tuned into my sensations--and there's some part of my mind that's thinking about what I'm doing. But afterwards I'm amazed at myself.

The mate was stirring up my cunt, I was sucking frantically at Delta's clit as she squirmed in the net like a fly in a spider web. I suddenly realized that I had my whole fist up her pussy--when did I do that?--and she was clamping down on my hand like she was going to take it off. I heard moans, cries, panting, I couldn't tell who was making the noise, if it was me or them, and then there was a roar from Delta, a grunt from the mate, Delta's feet came out of the net and her thighs were squeezing my ears as she thrust her clit against my face and I felt the first gush of the mate's ejaculation, and then I was coming too, my hips jerking against him as his semen filled me and spilled over, flowing down my thighs (Daneelians come by the half-litre), and the thought of all that cum was so exciting that I pulled away--he came out with a pop like a champagne cork--and turned around to drink the semen that was still gushing out of him, taking as much of his bright blue cock-bulb into my mouth as I could and sucking so hard that he howled like a Terran wolf as Delta dropped from the net and began lapping up the semen from my twat and fingering herself as I came again and so did she, until the three of us collapsed in a damp, sticky heap on the floor.

"Welcome aboard," Delta said. 



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I felt her hands go through my hair and I whimpered loudly as if ticked and my sex clinched. 

"So sweet, so innocent." Jessica whispered slowly against my right ear, goose bumps dancing down my arm.

Yanking my head back and forcing me to look up at her .I gasped loudly at the pain and fear that shot through me.

"Let us see, you have been away at school. I wonder, do you remember the rules?" Jessica's voice said, coming out in a low hiss.

"Yes, Mistress." I replied my voice barley coming out in a small whisper.

I felt her boot press against my bottom. I whimpered and arched not leaving sight with her eyes. Jessica then released me pushing me forward unable to catch myself landed solidly on my face. Quickly blinking to have the dark spots from dancing around. I held my hands tight behind my back.

"She's all yours." Said Jessica. 

I looked up my hair dancing in front of my face to see Morgan standing a few feet away and Jessica's boots tapping against the floor as she walked over to him. I looked down knowing better than to look long. I had never seen Morgan enter and he reached down grabbing both of my wrist and pulling them up quickly and chaining them to the hanging chains above leaving me standing on my toes. I let out a little yelp of fear and whimpered lightly. Morgan slapped my face and grabbed my chin pulling me toward him.  

"I don't want to hear a whinny child, do you understand?" He said his eyes dark.

"Yes Master." I mumbled under her finger still holding tightly to my chin the right side of my face growing warm from his slap.

Morgan soon released me walking behind me. Before I could take another breath the world became black and I gasped loudly fear filling me. Shivers dancing all over me. I squirmed trying to get away from the chains. My heart seeming to come out of my chest. I felt the sting of a flogger and Morgan's hand wrapping around me pulling me against him. He grabbed my neck lifting my chin whispering softly in my ear.

"Are you scared?" He said.

"Yes, Master." I whispered my lips trembling in the dark of the blindfold.

He soon released me the flogger dancing against my back each hit causing me to scream and my sex to clinch. I felt the wetness drip down my thighs and I tried hard to hold my thighs tight together to stop it but my mind began to dance in the darkened world behind my blind fold and my yelps soon became a mixture of screams. The flogger stopped and I jumped at Morgan's warm hands against my back and bottom rubbing them lightly. Holding me once again tight against his body he wrapped his arm around me touching my sex with his hand causing me to spread my legs as he touched my clit and suddenly pinched it. I let out a scream arching up. 

"So wet." He whispered against my ear kissing my neck sending shiver dancing quickly down my body.

Morgan released me and I heard his foot steps come around me and the shuffle of clothing. I felt someone grab my left leg pulling it up and tying it up causing me to gasp at my now exposed sex. I felt my face turn red and I tried looking away and down from my leg before I could my chin was grabbed by a warm hand I knew was Morgan's. He forced my face up and I knew that if I was not wearing this blind fold I would be able to see him. I felt a finger touch my clit and I jumped. Morgan's hold got tighter and I let out a little gasp as his finger entered slowly. He removed it quickly and I moaned and whimpered loudly taking back the whimper the moment I did it. 

"Please, Please." I mumbled trying to ask for forgiveness but, the slap came fast and hard against my sex causing me to scream loudly and arch my body jumping at the sudden pain and pleasure that ripped through me. 

"What did I tell you about being a whinny brat." He growled loudly against my ear.

"I sorry Master please, I sorry." I whispered loudly.

I felt a flogger go against my back and I screamed at the suddenness of it. I tried hard to move away but, Morgan's grip was tight around my chin and there was no escape as the flogger came again and again. My mind counting each stroke till I was lost in a world of sparks and blackness my screams turning into loud moans. I heard Morgan's low laugh and it sent shivers up my spine as the flogger stopped and he released my chin leaving me hanging my hands chained above me my one leg tip toeing up and my other tied up leaving my sex exposed. My eyes covered in a dark black blindfold. His cock entered me with out warning and I screamed loudly trying to push myself away from the sudden entrance. Morgan grabbed my waist pulling me quickly against him as I entered him fully. I let out a gasp and a scream as I felt him and a flogger began it's torment against my front. My nipples now hard as stones. I screamed loudly as Morgan began his rhythm the flogger dancing against my boobs and stomach as I let out screams and fought against both . 

"Please Please." I screamed. 

"Please what." I heard Jessica's voice.

I didn't reply I knew better than to ask to stop and the dark spots still danced in front of my eyes behind the black blind fold. I felt the rush of a ejaculation come before I could control it. I screamed as it happened and Morgan stepped away as I felt the run of water run down my leg and hit the ground. The flogger had now stopped and my once slow breathing was now rapid gasp for air. I felt the whip slice through my back like butter and I screamed loudly using all that I could to fight against the roaring pain that took fire to my back. I tried moving, squirming but, I knew there was no way to get away from the pain of Jessica's bull whip. I heard her heels click as she came in front of me. My back roaring in blinding pain. She removed the blind fold tears running down my face. She wrapped her hand around my neck digging her nails deep inside cutting my neck.

"You will ask next time won't you?" She said her voice covered in distasted and anger.

"Yes Mistress, I promise." I whispered through a cracked voice as more tears came down my face. 

"Release her, send her to go get cleaned up and to bed. Make sure she eats something." She said.

The ropes were released and the chains dropped my body no longer able to hold it self crashing to the hard cold ground. I looked up to only see her black boots turn and click there way out from the room. I looked away as I heard her soft chuckle and her whip against her side like her best friend. Then all I knew is I wanted to go home.



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A cool breeze blew over South Beach and it patrons that evening. Serena was more than happy to be out with the woman who had become her closest friend in the city. While everyone else somehow found something more important to do on a Friday night, Katy was more than willing to go out for drinks with her only girl friend in the world. 

While both women were born and raised in Miami, they hadn't met until their adulthood. Katy was a party girl and she was very open about her sex life. Serena was a virgin, but she enjoyed hearing about Katy's exploits. 

The two sat across from each other at a high table of their favorite bar nursing Long Islands and reminiscing about their first meeting at that very spot. 

Katy had shown up in a strapless little black dress that hugged every curve of her hourglass frame. She wore red lipstick making her round lips stand out. Her heart shaped face was framed by her wavy black hair that hung just below her breasts. Her tanned skin glistened in the sun as her black high heels clicked on the concrete. She was also proudly wearing her Puerto Rican flag necklace that she never took off. She wanted her heritage on display at all times. That and she got tired of people asking if she was Cuban. 

"You looked like you were on a date" Serena laughed at her friend. 

"That was the point" Katy replied unashamed "I wanted to be sure you were really only after a friendship." 

"And what about you miss I'm too casual to be cute'? Black skinny jeans and a tank top? At least you wore heels." Katy said, rolling her eyes. She and Serena were almost complete opposites. Her caramel colored skin was close to Katy's complexion but that's were the similarities ended. At 5'10" she towered over Katy, who barely stood 5'5". She had a small frame with long, slender legs. Her face was oval shaped and she had chocolate-colored eyes, bordered by long lashes. She had her hair parted down the middle and styled into a shoulder length bob. The only part of her that was fuller than Katy was her lips. 

"But seriously though Katy, we have been through some crazy stuff at this table. Like Sir Spits-A-Lot and crew." They both burst into a cackling laughter unaware of the strange looks they were receiving. 

Serena looked out onto the strip eyeing the men who were walking by. All types came to this part of the world. For her and Katy it was like a candy store that delivered a new flavor every week. They made sure they got the same table every time they visited their spot. 

Since the bar had no windows, they could enjoy the breeze coming from the sea. She loved that their city had places like this. She took another sip from her drink and continued watching the candy strangers. 

She nearly choked mid-sip as she caught a glimpse of the tall fair haired man walking with his buddy laughing heartily. He turned his head towards her and she quickly looked to Katy, her mouth dropping open. 

Katy was instantly concerned for her friend. She looked at the two men; who had stopped on the sidewalk and were looking in their direction. Her hazel eyes burned with curiosity. 

"Serena..." She began. Her friend was looking at her with wide eyes. "Do you know them?" Katy asked beginning to understand. Serena nodded slowly, not daring to look to her side. She could feel their eyes on her, and her ears began to burn. 

She took a large gulp from her straw and said "Remember when I went to visit my friend Lizzie in Chicago?" 

"Holy shit!" Katy blurted out nearly jumping out of her seat. Serena's eyes widened and Katy immediately realized her error. She coolly sat back in her seat and took a long sip of her drink. She smirked at her friend, reminiscing on the stories about the soldier who almost stole her away. She studied him with newfound curiosity, toying with her pendant. He was indeed tall, at least 6'5" with short, wavy blonde hair. He had a slim face with cornflower blue eyes. His pink lips were thin but enticing. He was wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and blue jeans, looking very much like an Abercrombie model. Katy nodded her approval before turning to her silent friend. "Wow" she mouthed. 

"What the hell is he doing here?" Serena asked still frozen. 

"Well you can ask him" Katy stated flatly. "They're coming in." Serena's heart fluttered and she suddenly felt the need to run. Before her brain could relay the message to her legs, she felt his presence next to her. 

"Hello, Serena" he bellowed looking down at her. His closeness made her uneasy and she stifled her breath trying to avoid his intoxicating aroma. 

"Hello, Mitchell" Serena responded looking up slowly, her face stern. She could have kicked herself for not wearing jeans that night. Instead she was sitting there in white lace shorts, and an off the shoulder crop top. 

Mitchell kept his eyes locked on hers as he spoke his next words. "You remember Jake right?" he stated motioning to his partner. "Yes I do. Hi Jake" She smiled, giving his friend a noticeably warmer greeting. 

"Hey" Jake blushed slightly as he smiled back at her. 

Katy stared at the trio for a while. She found herself smiling as Serena stared down the tall man with an icy glare, while he stared back with desire burning deep in his eyes. No doubt Serena could hold her own against Army boy in the bedroom. She had to hold back a laugh from her wicked thought. 

Then she looked to Jake. He was a few inches shorter than Mitchell with short black hair and a handsome face. He had a strong jaw that was lightly covered in stubble. His eyes were a glacial blue and his pouty lips just begged to be kissed. He turned to meet her gaze and she felt something stir deep within her stomach. "I'm Jake" He said with a warm smile, extending his hand to her. 

"So I hear" Katy replied with a purr, lightly placing her hand in his. His firm grip sent chills throughout her body. 

Serena finally broke her gaze from her target and looked to the pair. "I'm sorry. Jake this is my friend Katy." 

"You can call me Kitty if you like." She said with a wink. "So what brings you guys to our beautiful city? The beach? The women?" She directed the last of her statement towards Mitchell. Serena shot Katy a murderous look. She shrugged it off and waited for a response. 

"We've been planning to come here for a while" Mitchell replied, still eyeing his prey. "I've heard good things." He was smiling broadly at her. 

Serena wanted nothing more than to slap that stupid grin off his face. 

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Mitch though he'd never see Serena again. His life in the Army made it hard to maintain relationships. Although, he had to admit, it was his own fault that he lost out on her. 

During his last leave he was visiting Jake's family in Chicago. Jake had been hesitant, since he wasn't really close to any of them but his mother had talked him into it. Mitch decided to tag along knowing this would be uncomfortable for Jake. His mother gave her reluctant consent since they visited her every other time they were stateside. 

Not long after they arrived, things got a little tense with Jake's uncle, so they decided to head to Navy Pier to cool off. Once there, they walked around admiring the different booths. They walked past the Ferris wheel and Mitch stopped at the sight of a pretty black girl standing near the ride. She was pouting towards a short, pale girl. "Pleeeeaase!" she begged her friend. 

She was wearing jeans but that didn't stop him from admiring her long legs and small round bottom. He watched as she tried to no avail to pull her friend towards the Ferris wheel. "No!" her friend shouted "I am not getting on that giant metal death trap with you! Let me go!" 

The girl huffed, let go of her friend, and walked solemnly to the ride. There was no line, so she walked directly to the operator, who looked around to see who would be accompanying the young lady. "Me" Mitch whispered to himself. 

"I'll ride with her" he stated loudly, strolling towards the pair. "If that's okay with you?" he looked to her questioningly. She smiled brightly at him and said "Sure!" 

He motioned for her to take her seat before sliding into the car next to her. She cut her eyes at him suspiciously, but didn't ask him to move. He took that as a good sign. 

He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent. "I'm Mitch" he said looking directly at her. She had her hair pulled into a ponytail, so he had full access to her features. She was even prettier up close. She returned his gaze and said "I'm Serena. Nice to meet you Mitch" 

He stared a bit longer, and she became noticeably tense. "So, is this your first time on this thing?" he asked breaking the silence. 

She nodded "Actually it's my first time in the city. I'm visiting my friend for a month." 

"That's cool. It's my first time here also. I'm here with my Army buddy visiting his family for a few weeks" 

Her eyes lit up and she became noticeably chipper. "Wow you're in the Army? I don't know anyone who is or was in the military." 

"Well now you do." He said smoothly. He smirked as she smiled shyly and averted her eyes. 

She overcame her brief embarrassment and began questioning him about his life in the military. Where had he traveled? Did he carry his gun everywhere? How many people did he kill? 

The ride seemed to last forever and Mitch hadn't minded one bit. Once they got off, she thanked him for keeping her company and began to walk towards her friend. He panicked a bit and reached for her hand. She stopped and turned to look at him. 

He looked into her brown eyes and had to force himself to speak. "Are you leaving already? If not, would you mind if we talked more?" 

Serena looked back at her friend. She had jet black hair that hung straight down her back. She was petite and almost doll-like in appearance. 'She would actually be cute if she smiled', he thought. 

"Lizzie, do you want to stay longer?" Serena asked her obviously irate friend. 

"As long as you don't try to get me on that thing." She stated nodding towards the Ferris wheel. 

Serena returned her attention to Mitch looking down briefly at their joined hands. She smiled up at him and he pulled her slightly closer, looking deeply in her eyes. 

"You'd think you two knew each other all your lives" said a male voice from behind Mitch. Jake smiled at his brother in arms then smiled wider at the confused girl standing on the other side of the couple. 

Serena immediately released her hand from Mitch's grasp and he cleared his throat. "Jake this is Serena. Serena, this is Jake" 

He nodded to her and leaned to one side to glance back at her friend. She stepped back and pulled the small girl forward. 

"This is Lizzie. Lizzie, meet Mitch and Jake." 

***** 

"I need to use the restroom" Serena said standing directly in front of Mitchell. "Excuse me" She said through her teeth. He stepped to the side, allowing just enough room for her to graze by him. 

"Guess I'll go too. It's what women do right?" Katy chuckled, winking once more at Jake. He winked back as she stood to follow Serena. 

Serena burst through the restroom door and headed straight for the counter, firmly grasping the edge with both hands. Katy stood behind her with a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked. She already knew the answer, but her friend was in obvious need of a release. 

"Who the hell does he think he is?!" Serena shouted into the mirror. Her face now wore a painful scowl as she looked into her own eyes. "How dare he smile in my face? Did he think I would be happy to see him?" She looked up at Katy's reflection. "He fucked me Katy! He mentally and emotionally fucked me!" 

"Don't forget physically" Katy added sweetly, attempting to lighten the mood. Serena's face softened a bit and she turned towards her. 

Katy stood silently as she watched her friend fight off her suppressed emotions. Her chest was rising and falling heavily with her deep breaths. Katy chose her next words carefully. "Sweetheart, you cannot let this man upset you. Be strong. Show him exactly what he missed out on. As upset as you may be, you need to pull up your big girl panties and make him regret every wrong he's done in his life. You have two options. One: kill him with kindness. Don't let him see you sweat and charm his pants off, figuratively speaking." Katy smiled at her words. 

"Your second option is a well thought out revenge. Now I personally am not a fan of that option, but I know how much you like watching Kill Bill, so I'm sure you can come up with a wicked plan... I only ask one thing of you." Serena watched her friend carefully, awaiting her request. 

"Let me have Jake just once before you run them out of town. Good Lord that man is HOT!" She flashed her most devilish grin. 

Serena smiled back. "Oh Katy, Only you can think about your vagina at a time like this... Do you really think I should give him a chance?" 

"Absolutely, honey. He only has eyes for you." 

"Don't say that" 

"Well it's true. He's probably still standing there grinning like the Cheshire Cat" Katy said widening her grin and tilting her head slightly. Serena laughed nervously. She didn't want to let on that she was finding it hard to keep her composure around Mitchell. He was still gorgeous, and there was no doubt that she still longed for him. She shook off the thought and ran her hand through her hair. 

"Ok" she sighed. "Let's knock their socks off" 

"I'd like to remove more than that" Katy said raising her eyebrows. They both laughed loudly as they headed out of the restroom arm in arm. 

*** 

Mitch felt a flutter in his chest the moment Serena stood to leave. He didn't want her to go, but he couldn't force her to stay. As she squeezed past him, he caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. It was the same scent he had come to love and associate with equally sweet memories. He turned to watch her walk briskly to the ladies' room, as Katy stood to follow. 

Jake slapped his hand heavily on his shoulder and sighed loudly. "Well my friend, now that you've found her, what's your next move?" 

"I have to talk to her" Mitch replied, staring after Serena before she disappeared around a corner. He turned to look his brother in the eye. "But how do I do that?" 

"I have a feeling Katy may be able to help you with that" Mitch raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

"Katy is feisty" Jake said with a smirk. "Women like her are used to getting their way. She'll find a way to get you two to leave so we can get better acquainted. And I'm more than willing to assist in that task." He said reassuringly to his friend. 

Mitch gave him a half smile. "She does seem to have you in her sights. Be careful man, she seems like a handful." 

"Looks who's talking." 

Mitch sighed and turned back to the direction the women had headed. He waited until they turned the corner with their arms linked smiling. He let out a sigh of relief when Serena's eyes met his. Her smile dimmed a little, but she didn't look upset. 

"You guys didn't roofie our drinks while we were gone did you?" Katy asked jokingly as they neared the table. 

"Not at all ma'am" Jake replied tipping his invisible hat. 

"So now what?" Katy asked looking squarely at Jake. 

He turned to Mitch. "Didn't you say you wanted to go over to the beach and feel the sand on your feet or some crap? I'd go, but I don't feel like getting sand in between my toes." 

"Maybe you should take Serena for protection. The beach can be pretty brutal after dark", Katy stated looking to her friend for confirmation. 

Serena let out an audible sigh. "Yeah I'd hate for you to get swept off my some rouge wave" she stated, smiling at no one in particular. 

She picked up her drink, finishing the last bit before setting the glass back onto the table. "Shall we go?" She asked looking directly at Mitch. 

"Lead the way", he motioned as she brushed past him. She walked quickly through the bar and out the main entrance to the sidewalk looking both ways before quickly crossing the street. She didn't glance back as she headed to the walkway that led through tall thick grass. 

Mitch walked closely behind admiring the sway of her hips. She was taking long strides, practically gliding before him. She stopped at the edge of the walkway and slipped off her pumps before digging her toes into the sand. She was passing a lifeguard tower, when he reached out to grab her hand. 

She stopped in her tracks and turned to him slowly. "That isn't necessary. It's pretty hard to lose me when there's no one around." Her tone was calm, but her eyes held a look of concern. 

"I'm sorry" Mitch let out breathlessly as he pulled her to his chest with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. She opened her mouth to speak, but he leaned down to stifle her. 

His kiss was gentle but firm. She didn't stop him. He slid his hand from her chin to her neck, stroking it lightly with his thumb. His let his hand slip lower to her shoulder before moving it to her back. He laced their fingers with his other hand. He let out a low moan as he pulled her closer. 

**** 

Serena's eyes popped open suddenly as she felt his erection rise against her and his hand sliding slowly down her back. She pulled her hand from his and pushed firmly against his chest. 

Mitchell staggered backwards a couple of steps before looking at her with obvious confusion. 

"What the hell, Mitchell! You tell me you're sorry then try to stick your tongue down my throat! Were you apologizing for what you were about to do, or what you've already done? ... You know what, never mind. I don't care." She screamed loudly as she stared at him coldly. 

"And here I am standing like a dumbass letting you kiss me. Fuck!" She turned and began stomping angrily along the beach. 

He followed her cautiously. "I'm really sorry about that. I had the intention of only talking to you, Serena. I wanted to talk about what happened. I wanted you to forgive me... The apology was for the kiss. I knew you'd be mad, but I honestly couldn't help myself. I saw you looking up at me, and it made my heart skip a beat." He paused as she stopped walking and turned back to him. 

"I love you, Serena". She scoffed at his admission. 

"No really I do. It's why I'm here." he said softly. 

Her eyes became glossy and she tried her best to blink away the tears. How could he know anything about love? She was torn between wanting to punch him square in the face and running back into his arms. She stared at him wondering how she had allowed someone to get her so flustered. He had managed to bring out the best and worst of her all at once. She wanted to hear him out, but she did not want to give him any more than she already had. 

"You don't love me" She said harshly. 

**** 

Lizzie looked at the two tall men standing before her. "Hi" she stated flatly. 

"Liz, can I talk to you for a minute?" Serena sated pulling her friend out of earshot of the men. "Look, I know you may not find it interesting, but these two guys are in the Army. Jake is actually from here, Liz. He's a hometown hero. How about we show them a good time as a 'thank you' for their service?" 

Lizzie rolled her eyes and let out an irritated sigh. Serena took that as her compliance and turned back to their new acquaintances. 

Serena was beaming with energy as she smiled at the handsome men. "Lizzie here has graciously agreed to include you two fine gentlemen in our tour of the city. Jake I'm sure you've already seen it, but what do you say. Want to join us?" 

Jake smiled at Lizzie and nodded his agreement. Mitchell looked from Lizzie to Serena. "You sure?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. 

"Of course" Serena replied. "The more, the merrier. Hey Lizzie, let's go on one of those horse carriage rides I saw. It looks like a fun way to get around." 




Welcome Back



"Sure" Lizzie said, leading the group out of Navy Pier. She spotted a carriage parked not too far from the entrance and waived to the horseman. He smiled and tipped his hat, opening the door to his carriage. Lizzie got in first and Serena hopped in beside her. 

Mitchell and Jake looked at each other, then back at the girls. Serena saw their puzzled expressions and got up to sit across from her friend. She smiled at Mitchell and patted the seat next to her. He climbed up and sat close, touching her leg with his own. 

Jake sat next to Lizzie, careful to leave enough space between them. She cut her eyes at him, and then shot a look over to Mitchell. "Too romantic for you?" Serena narrowed her eyes at Lizzie who began to shift in her seat before relaxing. 

Serena suddenly brightened her expression as she began to look around her. She looked over at Mitchell and smiled. "What a beautiful city. It's so big." She said with her eyes wide. 

"Isn't Miami big?" 

"Yes" she answered "But it's much more open. I feel like I could actually get lost here. Besides, downtown doesn't appeal to me that much. I prefer the beach." 

Lizzie rolled her eyes at the pair. "Where should we go?" she asked. 

"I don't know. You two are the natives" Serena replied 

"How about we just ride?" Jake asked. "Lizzie and I can show you the places we each find interesting." He looked directly at Lizzie awaiting her reply. 

"Sure" she said. Mitchell leaned back and rested his arm on the carriage just behind Serena. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her shoulder. He pulled her closer, and the ride began. 

***** 

Mitch looked at Serena with sadness in his eyes, knowing he was responsible for the pain in hers. He cursed himself for not keeping his distance with Lizzie. She was a coldhearted witch. He had taken an instant dislike to the girl, and was having a hard time believing she and Serena were actually friends. He figured he would at least be cordial with her if he wanted any chance to get closer to Serena. Instead he fell into her trap. 

"I do love you Serena. Believe it or not. I honestly do. You're all I think about, and I want you to know that I will do everything I can to prove it." 

"Can you prove to me that I didn't see you kissing my childhood friend in the hallway of her apartment right after you had spent the entire night with me? I believed you before that, Mitchell. Now I don't know what to believe. Why did you come for me? Why couldn't you accept the fact that I never wanted to see you again?" Her bottom lip quivered, and she began biting it furiously. 

He took one careful step towards her. "How else could I talk to you? For almost two years, you avoided me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't lose you." 

She was silent for a while then let out a soft sigh. Lizzie told her he came on to her, and had been trying to flirt with her for some time. "What exactly happened that day?" 

"Will you come closer?" he pleaded, reaching out his hand. She walked to the lifeguard tower and sat on a step, placing her heels beside her. He followed, and stood in front of her. 

"She lied to you, Serena" 

*** 

Early in the morning while leaving Serena's room, Mitch bumped into Lizzie in the hallway. 

"Sorry, Lizzie", he said as he started to step around her. 

"Ugh!" she grunted, giving him a cold look. "Why are you here?" she asked harshly. 

"Really?" He responded, looking at her puzzled. "You know I came here with Serena. I have to go though, so if you don't mind..." He attempted to step to the side, but she mimicked his movements. 

"Listen, I know you don't like me. I'm trying really hard to be nice, but I can't do that with you in my way", he said raising his voice. 

Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "I'm in your way? You're in my apartment!" she stepped closer. 

"Move!" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. Before he could take a step, she was pressing her lips to his. 

Mitch was stunned for a moment before he realized the door behind him had opened. He pushed Lizzie away and turned to see the tears filling his love's eyes. 

"I-It's not how it looks, Serena. We weren't kissing" 

"Oh really?" Lizzie asked in surprise. 

"I wasn't kissing you back, bitch!" he yelled. 

Serena stood silently. When he reached out to touch her, she recoiled in anger. She stepped back into the room and slammed the door, locking it in place. 

Mitch turned back to Lizzie and felt anger coursing through his veins. "You crazy bitch!" He screamed "What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Don't blame this on me, asshole!" She screamed back "Get out of my apartment, or I'll call the police!" 

He stepped forward, ready to grab her by her throat when he heard Serena opening the door again. "Just go" she said in a shaky voice. 

He turned to speak but the door was already closed. He calmed his temper before turning back to Lizzie. She stepped back in fear, but was left standing in shock as he turned and walked out of the hall. Moments later he opened the front door and slammed it violently. 

The day after, Serena was gone from his life. She didn't return any of his calls and he didn't know if he would ever see her again. 

*** 

Serena sat silently as Mitchell recalled the events of their last day together. She felt her eyes welling up as she saw the pain that was written on his face. She wanted to believe him. She knew Lizzie had a mean side to her, but was she really capable of ripping the happiness right out of Serena's life? 

Without speaking, she stood. She gently cupped his cheeks, and pulled his face to hers, stopping just before their lips met. She stared into his eyes and whispered "I forgive you". 

She closed the distance between them with a sweet peck on Mitchell's lips before pulling away. He looked into her eyes blinking slowly. "I meant what I said, Serena. I love you." 

Her heart soared and she felt herself falling into his arms. "I love you too" she said in a low voice. If he hadn't stiffened at her words, she wouldn't have known he heard her. She looked up to find him returning her gaze. He smiled slowly and she lifted up on her toes to kiss him. She started with small kisses barely grazing his lips. Following her lead he began rubbing her lower back. 

Feeling his hand on her exposed skin, Serena parted her lips slowly, licking his. She felt his tongue explore hers cautiously, before plunging fully into her mouth. 

He reached his hand down to her ass pulling her closer. She replied with a sensuous moan, fisting his wavy locks with one hand and placing the other firmly around his neck. 

Mitchell began to pull away and Serena tightened her grip. He let out a hiss and placed both hands firmly on her hips, preparing to use full force. "Not here" he said against her lips. "Not now". 

Serena groaned her displeasure as she allowed him to separate their embrace. She lowered herself and looked up at him, sucking her lower lip. She smiled for a brief moment. "You know, you're still the only guy I have to kiss on my tip toes." 

"Short bastards" he replied with a smirk. Then his expression saddened. "But seriously, don't mention other guys to me okay? I've had a hard enough time trying not to think about you in another man's arms." 

Serena felt an instant twinge of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She had spent plenty of nights trying to dissolve her memories of Mitchell with other men. 

"I do want you" He began, breaking the awkward silence. "Just not here. If we're going to reconcile, it needs to be at the proper place and time." 

"How about we go back to my place?" She said seriously. 

**** 

Mitch still had his hands on Serena's hips as he stared at her in disbelief. Was she really inviting him to her bed so soon? He was more than ready to spend any amount of time and energy he could to win her over. He chuckled nervously, thinking she was joking. 

"I'm serious" She replied to the questions in his mind. "I don't need to think about it. I want you as much as you want me, Mitchell." 

He grinned mischievously and picked her up, pulling her into another embrace. She responded by wrapping her long legs around his waist. He kissed her deeply and passionately. He moved his lips down to her neck and began kissing and sucking on the tender spot below her ear. She moaned out her approval of his actions. He moved his hand from her hips to grab her ass, and gave it a firm squeeze. 

Just as she began grinding her hips to the rhythm of his touch, he released her from his grasp, leaving her clinging to his still frame. She let out a frustrated growl and looked angrily into his eyes. 

"Not here, remember?" He was teasing her, and he was enjoying every second of it. She climbed down from him and picked up her heels, making her way off the beach. He grabbed her from behind, and walked with her, kissing her neck with each step. 

Once they reached the opening to the walkway, he released his grip so she could put on her heels. He watched as she slowly bent over to slide one then the other onto her feet. She glanced back slightly, then straightened her posture and headed onto the sidewalk. 

'So she thinks she's going to tease me now?' Mitch chuckled to himself at the thought of how much fun he would have with her. 

Once she reached the curb, Serena looked back at Mitch and reached her hand out to him. He felt another flutter and smiled at her gesture. He took her hand and laced their fingers before kissing her knuckles lightly. 

She led him back across the street and into the bar where Katy and Jake were sitting side by side. Katy was eyeing Jake hungrily and rubbing his knee. They both looked up at the same time, and Mitch smiled triumphantly at his brother. Jake returned his smile and raised his eyebrows with a nod towards Katy. 

"Well that didn't take long" Katy said to the couple in front of her. "Did you have time to remove your shorts or did you just pull them to the side?" 

Serena playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder. "We just talked." 

"Mmhmm" Katy replied, attempting to stifle a smile as she glanced down at their joined hands. 

Mitch decided to intercede. "Serena has invited me to come over." 

"Oh did she now?" Katy asked feigning surprise. "Did she tell you we were roommates?" 

"No I didn't. Is that okay with you, mother?" Serena chimed in. 

"Its just fine dear" Katy replied mockingly. 

"So shall we go?" Jake asked, addressing the entire group. Mitch looked at him in surprise. Jake mirrored his expression and turned to Katy. She stood from her seat and took her friend by the arm. "Follow us. I drive pretty fast, so try to keep up" 

Serena looked back to Mitch and mouthed 'sorry' as her friend guided her out to their car. He wanted to take her in his car, but he knew he couldn't interfere with Katy's obvious need for girl talk. 

**** 

Once they were in the car, Katy couldn't keep her eyes on the road. She kept stealing glances at Serena, who was lost in her own thoughts, but vaguely aware of Katy's glare. 

"What, Katy?" She finally said smiling sheepishly. 

"Oh you know what. How was it?" 

"I told you we just talked". She paused to think and decided to add "and kissed". 

Katy turned her head quickly to her friend then back to the road, trying her best to focus. "Dammit Serena, you should have said that before! So, are you two working things out, or is this a farewell fuck?" 

Serena rolled her eyes at her friends questions, but she had no intention of keeping secrets. 

"He told me he loves me." Katy's eyes widened and she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. They sat in silence as Katy anxiously waited to hear what happened next. "And I said it back", Serena said silently. 

"Ho-ly shit! Serena, I swear I'm gonna crash! You can't just drop a fucking bomb like that while I'm driving! I'm gonna kick your ass later! You just watch!" 

Serena giggled as she watched Katy struggle to keep her composure while driving. 

"So what about that Lizzie slut? You haven't talked to her since it all happened right?" 

"No" Serena replied solemnly. "And I haven't wanted to. Even if he was interested in her, a real friend would not have done what she did" She paused. "Let's not talk about her, okay? We have the most handsome men in the world coming home with us and we are going to have an amazing night. I just know it." 

"We damn well better or we will have to 'return to sender' their asses" Katy said with a laugh. Serena smiled at her, knowing she was serious. 

Katy turned the corner onto their street, and checked her mirror for their tail. "He's not going anywhere Katy" Serena teased. She enjoyed seeing Katy flustered at the sight of Jake and instantly liked the idea of them together. 

Katy rolled her eyes as she pulled into their driveway. She waited for the vehicle behind them to pull up before turning off her car. The ladies exited the car and heard a loud whisper come from behind them. 

"Nice place" Jake exclaimed. 

"Thanks" Katy replied, mimicking his tone. 

Serena watched as Mitchell walked slowly towards her, looking into her eyes before pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. She knew Katy and Jake were watching, so she pulled away and grabbed his hand. 

"Not here", she teased. 

She led him to the front door and they followed Katy and Jake inside. The ladies stopped by the front door to remove their shoes and placed them on a nearby bench along with their purses. The men followed their lead and kicked off their shoes. 

They walked down the hall into a large living area with modern looking furniture and a small painted fireplace. 

Katy headed towards the kitchen. Serena smiled at the guys, taking Mitchell's hand once again. She led them towards the back of the house to a room that was enclosed by glass doors draped with sheer curtains. The center of the room had what looked like a large leather sofa that doubled as a bed with oversized pillows. It was had three high sides and looked big enough to comfortably seat ten people. On the far wall facing the sofa, was a flat screen TV. 

Serena used her free hand to pick up a remote from a nearby table and turn on the TV. The screen flashed to horror movie that was somewhere towards its climax. She scrunched her face up at the sight, but said nothing. 

She turned to head towards the kitchen with Katy "Make yourselves comfortable" She stated before leaving the room. 

*** 

Mitch sat on the sofa, pressing his back on the nearest side and stretched his legs onto the cushion. Jake stood, squinting in the dim lighting to see the different movie posters lining each wall of the room. 

"Wine anyone?" Katy called as she walked into the room. She had brought enough glasses for everyone as if she already knew the answer to her question. Serena followed behind her, holding up a bottle of merlot as if she were selling the product. Katy handed a glass to Jake and Serena poured his wine. They turned to Mitch, and he took the glass eyeing them both suspiciously. 

"Yes, Mitch. We do plan on getting you drunk and having our way with you, so if you're not DTF get out now." Katy stated. 

Serena giggled as she stepped up to him and poured wine into his glass. "She's only slightly joking" She said. 

"Don't worry, Katy. I plan on making sure your neighbors file a noise complaint." He replied, keeping his eyes on Serena. 

Katy laughed out loud. "Well let's hope so. You've got a reputation to live up to", she countered. Serena stepped back and poured wine into the two glasses in Katy's hand before taking one. 

Mitch lifted his eyebrows in surprise and looked over to Serena who was setting down the bottle. He narrowed his eyes at her when she looked up at him. He was definitely going to remember that. 

She made her way over to him and bent down to whisper in his ear. "I may have told Katy everything we did in Chicago" She stated innocently. 

"And now she'll hear it first hand" He whispered. He watched her shiver and look up to him with wide eyes. He felt his cock pulse as she swayed towards him. He grabbed her by the waist and lightly brushed her hair behind her ear. "I mean it Serena. I will have you screaming my name tonight if it's the last thing I do." 

He watched her shiver again before gulping down her merlot. He followed her lead and she took his glass and placed it beside hers on the nearest table. 

Mitch moved towards the back wall of the giant sofa and lay on his back. He propped his head on a pillow and reached out for Serena to join him. She lowered herself onto his body, positioning her legs between his and placing her head on his chest. 

"What do you call this thing anyways?" He asked. 

"It's a movie pit sofa" She giggled. "I saw it on Pinterest and just had to have one." 

"Yeah and she wouldn't leave me alone about the damn thing either" Katy added. "Although I don't know how we ever watched movies without it." She finished up her wine and placed it on the table with the other empty glasses and headed around to the other end of the sofa. She sat in the corner opposite Mitch and Serena, smiling at them warmly. 

Mitch looked over at Jake who was sipping his half empty glass of wine, letting his eyes roam around the room. He looked to the vintage pinball machine in the back and over to the foosball table beside it. While scanning the walls, his eyes met Mitch's. 

Mitch flashed his eyes over to Katy, then back to his friend. He didn't know why Jake had been so friendly with her on the beach, but was suddenly so apprehensive about being near her now. 

"Seriously Jake?" Serena called breaking the silence. She decided to sit up to speak. "You're making this awkward. Can you finish already? Everyone else is sitting down." 

"Well my dear, we're not exactly sitting" Mitch replied, pulling her back down with him and pressing his lips firmly against hers. Hopefully she would take the hint and shut up. He knew Jake was having a hard enough time without her prodding him.  

"Kitty won't bite unless you ask her to" Katy said with a smirk. 

"Oh don't mind me I'm just admiring the setup you ladies have here. It's like a bachelor pad." Jake replied nonchalantly. 

Katy giggled. "Almost. It's a bachelorette pad." 

Jake laughed and finished off the merlot. Katy jumped up and took his glass from him before pushing him down onto the sofa. She placed the glass with the others and sat beside him. They both sat with their backs against the pillows, legs outstretched. 

Serena groaned in protest as she pulled away from Mitch and looked over to her friend. "What should we watch?" she asked. 

"Does it matter?" Katy responded rolling her eyes. 

"Not really. As long as it's not this." Serena stated motioning towards the scene on the TV. Mitch smiled at her, remembering how much she hated horror movies. 

"Sweetheart how can you be a doctor if you can't stand a little blood and guts?" 

She poked him in the ribs. "I'm over that. I just don't like having the living shit scared out of me for no reason. Let's watch a comedy." 

"Hey Mitch" Katy called sweetly. He turned his attention to her. "Can you tone it down on the 'sweetie baby' stuff? I don't want to barf all over my sofa" She stated tartly. 

Serena playfully tossed a pillow at her head. The men burst into laughter as Katy jumped up clutching the pillow ready to retaliate. 

**** 

Serena was thoroughly enjoying herself. She had gotten Katy to concede to her in the pillow fight and she was now in Mitchell's arms. On top of it all, she had convinced everyone to watch her all time favorite movie: The Princess Bride. 

She clutched at Mitchell's shirt. Her eyes were on the television screen, but her mind was focused on the thumb lightly stroking the bare skin on her lower back. She wanted him to move his hand a little lower and was pulling up his length to grant him access. Mitchell moved his large hand to cover her ass and continued his stroking. She sighed in response. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he was giving it to her. 




Welcome Back



Serena stole a glance over to Katy who was running her fingers through Jake's hair as he lay across her lap. She smiled at them. Katy met her gaze and quickly looked back at the screen, attempting to repress a smile of her own. Serena's smile widened. She could tell Katy was letting herself relax around Jake. 'This feels so right' she thought to herself. 

The movie ended and Katy let out a howl, looking over to Serena. "That never gets old" she sighed. 

"Of course not, it's a classic." Serena agreed. 

"I felt a little like that kid throughout the whole movie." Mitchell added. "Sure it was funny, but Westley is so, so..." 

"Romantic" Serena said dreamily. He feigned a gag. 

Serena let out a loud exaggerated gasp, and sat up to look at him. "Forgive me for being a hopeless romantic, but do not insult Westley. He fought for the woman he loved, and his perseverance was rewarded in the end." She gave him her best offensive look. 

Suddenly, Jake burst out into an uncontrollable laughter in Katy's lap. She looked down at him as if he'd lost his mind. They all did. The group patiently waited for Jake to come down from his madness. He wiped a tear from his eye and looked over to Serena and Mitch, stifling his giggles. "Oh please, Mitch" He said with a snort. He looked up to Katy then back at the couple. The smile left his lips. 

"Seriously? So no one else has noticed that Mitch is a real life Westley?" He asked surprised. Serena gaped at him with her mouth hanging open. 

"Oh my god. This is great!" He exclaimed, allowing another fit of laughter to overtake him. He was shaking in Katy's lap, but she sat completely still watching him intently. 

"You" Jake started, pointing a finger at Mitchell. His expression was one of pure amusement. "You went through hell and high water in Afghanistan, fighting to the bitter end to return home. All the while hoping she was somewhere waiting for you. You were willing to do whatever it took to make sure she was yours. And let's not even start on the looks" 

Next, it was Katy's turn to fill the room with laughter. She let out high pitched giggles as she clutched Jake's face and lowered herself to peck him on the lips. "That is hilarious. Jake, you're a genius". He smiled at her and looked back to Serena and Mitchell. 

Serena finally closed her mouth and swallowed the large lump in her throat. She turned her head slowly towards Mitchell, who was still on his back, glaring at his friend. His expression suddenly changed and he sprang up, bringing his face to Serena's. 

He grabbed her face, pressing his forehead against hers. "Is that what you see me as?" He asked. Serena felt herself melting. 

"Well, I've never looked at it that way", she answered truthfully. She was unable to look away from him. "Sure I love the idea of Westley, but I fell in love with you, Mitchell. You're real and you're here". He kissed her softly in response. 

"It's a good thing you kept in touch, huh Jake?" Serena said, her eyes never leaving Mitchell's. Jake laughed nervously to their side. 

Mitchell turned to his friend. "I thought you knew a little too much about a city you've never been to. Why didn't you tell me you had been communicating with her, man? You could have at least told her we were coming." 

"She would have run", Jake stated flatly. 

Mitchell turned to Serena for confirmation. She smiled sweetly and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess he was doing what he thought was best." 

"I didn't really do much. Facebook gave me all the info I needed" Jake admitted. 

"Facebook, huh?" Mitchell lifted an eyebrow at Serena. "So that means Jake knows what your room looks like?" He asked suspiciously. 

Serena knew where this was heading. "I have a few pictures of me in my room." She responded. 

"Oh go already!" Katy exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "Honestly, I don't know why you two even bothered to come in here. You've been eye fucking each other since the beach." 

Serena rolled her eyes at Katy and eased off the sofa. "Well then, that's our queue" She said to Mitchell as she turned on her heels. She heard him rise behind her and they trailed out of the room. 

"Reputation, Mitch!" Katy called out behind them. Serena giggled and Mitchell slapped her behind. 

"Ow!" She squealed. 

"You had it coming" 

Serena led Mitchell down the hall with three doors at the end, stopping at the door on her right. "This is my room" she explained. "Across the hall is a guest bedroom and this center door is the adjoining bathroom". 

She pushed her room door open to reveal a large white room with plush beige carpeting. Mitchell stepped in to take in the scene, and Serena followed, closing and locking the door behind her. 

There was a large window on the wall to their right with sheer black curtains and bamboo blinds. The wall parallel to it was painted turquoise. Serena had a white queen size poster bed with a black bedspread and pillows that matched her accent wall. The room had a small white desk facing the window, with a laptop and reading light sitting on top. Beside the desk, was a tall white bookcase filled with textbooks, notebooks, and a few magazines. Her nightstands matched her blinds. Aside from a scenic beach portrait above the bed, the walls were completely bare. 

"Wow" Mitchell said, seemingly impressed. "Your room is extremely boring" 

"Well, I like it" she retorted. 

Mitchell turned and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. "Oh baby, I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Its just doesn't seem like you." 

"I usually only sleep and study in here, Mitchell. It helps me keep my mind clear." 

"That makes more sense" he said kissing her nose. 

He suddenly straightened up, folding his arms across his chest. His expression became very stern. "Now, it's time to discuss your punishment" 

Serena stood still in front of Mitchell, looking perplexed. "Punishment? For what?" She asked, folding her arms to match his stance. 

"Well, let's count. First, there was that little show at the beach. You could have just slipped on your shoes, but you had to toy with me." 

"You started that!" She responded playfully, placing her hands on her hips. 

"I'm not done" He said with a smile. She smiled back. 

His face turned serious once again. "Second, you pulled away from me outside," he said deepening his tone. 

"I didn't want to make Katy and Jake uncomfortable" She reasoned. 

Mitchell narrowed his eyes. "Jake doesn't give a flying fuck what we do, and from what I know of Katy, neither does she." Serena dug her fingers into her hips and began fidgeting under his glare. 

"Third, you told Katy about what we did in Chicago?" he asked in disbelief. 

"I tell her everything, and that was just too good to pass up." She said quietly, looking down at the floor. 

"I know how good it was." He said, softening his tone. Serena lifted her head slowly to find that his expression had softened as well. He grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace, pinning her arms at her sides. She studied his face carefully. 

"I won't hurt you, Serena, but you do have to pay a price." Understood?" She nodded. He narrowed his eyes at her again. "And if all that wasn't enough, you made me out to be your own personal Westley." 

"You did that to yourself" she said seductively. 

"Uh huh", he said thoughtfully. "Well, I'll let that one slide. For now." 

**** 

Mitch swiftly spun Serena around, placing his right hand on her shoulder and running it down to her chest. He circled her nipple lightly through her top and trailed his hand further down her body. He stopped at the crotch of her shorts and pressed forcefully on her clit. She moaned softly and grabbed his forearm. 

He snatched her hand with his free hand, and pinned her wrists together at her left hip. He rubbed her clit vigorously through the shorts. Serena began panting heavily and squirming against him. He knew she would soon be nearing her climax. Mitch placed his face into the hollow of her neck, kissing it softly. 

"Cum for me, baby", he growled into her skin. 

"Mmm mmm" She replied, shaking her head. Her hair swished across his face. 

"Don't fight it. Cum for me!" He ordered. She wailed loudly as he ground his fingers deeper into her clothed pussy. Loud, lusty moans escaped her as she began shaking against him. 

"That's one" he whispered in her ear. 

Mitch released Serena and walked towards her bed, sitting on the edge. He looked over to where she was standing with her legs shaking. "Strip" he said calmly. She turned to face him with a dazed look in her eyes. 

"Strip!" he barked, shaking her out of her trance. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. She fumbled with her top, pulling it down her arms and over her hips. Her shorts followed, and he whistled his approval at her naked lower half. Serena unhooked her strapless bra and watched it fall to the floor. She looked up to Mitch for further instruction. 

He smirked at the fact that she had given in so easily. He could only guess that she was as turned on by his game as he was. He wanted to take her where she stood, but he felt the need to continue his slow torture. He would tease her until she begged for him, and then take her to another world with soul shattering sex. Before the night was over, she would be undeniably his. 

Mitch held his gaze at her face for a moment, before trailing his eyes down her long neck to her small breasts he licked his lips as he took in her hardened chocolate nipples. His eyes continued their journey south to her pussy, bare and glistening from her orgasm. 

"Come", he said in a low, but authoritative tone. He held out his arms to receive her. Serena took slow, wobbly steps towards him, stopping just within his reach. 

He cupped her face, holding her captive in his gaze. Her expression was a combination of curiosity and resistance. 'So she has some fight left in her after all' He thought. He admired her bravery. 

"You cannot touch me. No matter what." 

Without waiting for her reply, Mitch pulled her face to his for a slow, passionate kiss. He licked her lips before parting them to taste her mouth. She returned his kiss, matching the stroke of his tongue with her own. 

Mitch felt her relax as she placed a hand on his knee, and he responded by roughly pinching her nipple. She squealed and lifted her hand, attempting to pull away. He placed his hand back on her face as he continued his assault on her mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip before returning his attention to her tongue. 

Mitch caressed the nipple he had pinched. Before long, Serena was whimpering through their kiss. He placed two fingers on her clit. She let out another loud whimper as she came instantly at his touch, soaking his fingers and a small portion of the carpet. 

He removed his hand and released her from his grasp. She stood still before him, unmoving. He slid his wet fingers into his mouth and slowly licked her cum from them, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Her taste was sweet, and he was glad he had moved into the oral portion of his punishment. 

Mitch removed his now clean fingers from his mouth, as she watched. "Two" he said arrogantly pulling her onto his lap. "Now you may touch me". She responded by lightly touching the side of his face. 

"Don't pull away from my kisses, sweetness" he said quietly. She nodded and leaned in for another kiss. He allowed her to take charge, eager for another taste of her. 

She placed sweet kisses on his lips, cupping his face with both hands. He felt his control slipping away as she kissed him softly and slowly. Before he completely lost himself, he lay back allowing her to straddle him. He snaked one arm around her waist and used the other as leverage to gently roll her onto her back. 

"Serena", Mitch whispered amidst her sweet assault. She looked up at him lovingly. 

"You told Katy what we did in Chicago" He stated seriously. Her eyes widened. "And as she said, I have a reputation to live up to." 

A sly grin crossed his face as he watched her squirm beneath him. 

*** 

Serena lay beneath Mitchell staring up at him in shock. He had tortured her into submission twice, and seemingly had every intention of completing his mission. She had been turned on by his abrasiveness. This was a side of him that he'd never shown and she found herself wanting him even more. 

She thought of what he'd said earlier about making her scream his name and wondered how long it would take for her to comply. Maybe she could just yell it out and he could skip to the love making. 

The look in his eyes told her that was a losing game. He was going to follow through. She could only hope she had the strength to take him on. 

*** 

Serena took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes at Mitch. He laughed and kissed her nose before dipping down to taste her mouth once more. He pulled his face away from hers and traced her jaw with his tongue, making his way down to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin before he sucked gently. He placed soft kisses from her neck to her collar bone. 

Serena let out shallow breaths and began massaging his scalp with one hand. She grabbed the bed with the other. He smiled against her skin and continued on his journey. He carefully flicked each of her brown nipples with his tongue, lightly sweeping his lips across them. 

Mitch trailed his lips down her abdomen and stopped at her groin to kiss the flesh at the joining of her legs and hips. Serena raised her hips to meet his mouth and he gently pressed on her stomach to lower her back on the bed. 

He licked slowly around her wet pussy lips, careful to avoid her clit. She moaned in both pleasure and frustration. He began lapping lovingly at her tight opening. When he made his way up to her clit, he swirled his tongue around it slowly, savoring her taste. She gasped and clutched his hair forcefully. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Then he stiffened his tongue and licked from the bottom of her slit back to the top, flicking at her swollen nub. 

Serena cried out and arched her back. This time he didn't push her back down. Instead, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her into his mouth. She moaned loudly in response, clamping her thighs over his ears. 

They moaned in unison as he sucked on her clit. She began breathing erratically and tugging roughly at his hair. She ground her pussy into his face, as he sucked and licked her eagerly. 

He watched her lose all control. She bucked wildly against him, and tangled her fingers in his hair. "Oh god!" She screamed. "Mitchell, I-" 

Her breathing stopped and her body stiffened momentarily. When she caught her breath, she let out a blood curdling scream as she jerked and twisted on the bed. He continued sucking her clit, watching her pleasure overcome her. She came shivering in his mouth. He slurped up her essence, continuing his assault on her pussy. 

Serena was screaming at the top of her lungs and flexing her abs as if to stave off the next orgasm. She tensed up once more and moaned loudly as her entire body when limp. Mitch went back to lapping at her pussy, watching her for any movement. 

"Mitch", she said weakly. He said nothing. "Mitchell, please." 

He rose to hover over her. "Yes?" he answered sweetly. 

"I love you", she said breathlessly. 

"I love you too". He leaned closer to kiss her on the lips. "And I want to show you how much." 

"Will you make love to me?" 

"Is that what you want?" 

"Yes", she exhaled. 

He stood fully and smiled at her. He wanted to tease her a little longer. "Move up to the head of the bed and lie down", he said. She followed his command, watching him attentively. He waited for her to rest her head on a pillow before moving. 

*** 

Serena lay still as she watched Mitchell move slowly, his eyes burning with passion. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she began breathing heavily and clutching the comforter beneath her. He smirked at her as he pulled the shirt down his muscular arms and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes roamed greedily over his firm chest, down his toned abdomen, and back up to his face. 

"Is this how you remember me?" he asked curiously. 

"You look better than any memories", she said. Her breaths quickened as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. He tugged at the fabric, letting it slide down his muscular legs, revealing his white briefs. She smiled at his choice of underwear. His dick looked like a python cradled in a cocoon. 

Mitchell toyed with the elastic on his underwear. Serena began whimpering, and rubbing her thighs together as her clit throbbed painfully. He finally freed himself from his briefs and walked slowly to the bed. 

Serena spread her legs wide. He stopped at the edge of the bed and stroked himself gently. Watching him nearly put her in a trance. His dick was as thick as her forearm and almost as long, with large veins protruding all around. He had a large pink head that was swollen and glistening with pre cum. 

"You want me baby?" He asked in a deep voice. She nodded in response, her eyes locked on his dick. 

"Tell me you want me. I want to hear how badly you want this cock." 

This kind of talk had always turned Serena on, but she didn't think she was any good at it. She bit her lip and looked from the pulsing organ to Mitchell. 

Mitchell was smiling at her, waiting patiently. He was still toying with her. She realized at that moment that she could gain control of the situation. She swallowed her fear and licked her lips. 

She pulled herself up to her knees so that she was almost eye level with him. "I want you inside of me. I want you to make love to me all night." she whispered, placing her hands on his chest. "I want to feel you against me. Make me scream your name. Isn't that what you want too?" 

Her hands slid down his hard abs and he swiftly grabbed her wrists, squeezing gently. "Lay back" he whispered. She returned to her previous position, legs spread. 

Mitchell climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He rested his dick against her pussy, and she shuddered. He kept his eyes locked on hers and began stroking her outer lips with his head. "Mitchell" Serena moaned. 

He smiled at her. "I love the way you say my name. Say it louder." 

"Mitchell!" she cried out. 

"That's it baby." He said in a raspy tone, now rubbing his full length along her pussy. She began chanting his name to the rhythm of his strokes. He was driving her wild and he was only beginning. 

Mitchell bent his head down and hovered his lips near her ear. "Tell me you want me", he whispered. 

"Mitchell, please!" she wailed. 

"Do you want me?" he asked. 

"Yes, Mitchell. Make love to me. Please, I need you." Tears filled her eyes as she admitted her desire for her lover. Mitchell raised his head to look into her eyes. He wiped her tears and kissed her lovingly. 

"It's okay baby" he said after releasing her lips. "I need you too." He pushed his head into her opening, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation. Her mouth hung open in shock. He placed one more kiss on her lips before moving inside of her slowly. 

Serena lay frozen, engulfed in pleasure. Mitchell was stretching her tight little pussy, but it was the most glorious feeling in the world. He stroked her gently, never pulling out more than a few inches. He remained deep inside her and loved her like no other man could. 

Her walls tightened around him. All she could do was breathe as her man and his giant dick pushed her further from reality. She couldn't move, but she felt the need to touch him. He was pressed firmly against her, but she needed more. 

Another orgasm overtook her as she looked up at Mitchell, who was pleasing her unselfishly. Her breathing stopped before she screamed out in ecstasy. The only sound to be heard in between was of him sliding in and out of her wetness and his moans of pleasure. 




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She finally caught her breath. She placed her hands on his ass and pulled him closer, as if it were possible. She ground her pussy into him and began moaning loudly. 

Mitchell began growling and quickened his pace. His dick grew harder inside of her. She cried out loudly as he pounded her faster. 

"Oh God, Mitchell! Oh God! Cum for me baby. Let me feel you" 

With long, quick strokes, he thrust into her roughly. Mitchell let out a loud growl as he released his load inside of Serena. She screamed and began trembling uncontrollably. He collapsed on top of her and they lay together panting. 

Minutes passed. Serena's legs were still shaking and her pussy was on fire. She didn't want Mitchell to move, but he was crushing her. 

*** 

"Mitchell" Serena said dryly. He lifted his head to look at her. "I love you, but you're heavy." 

"I'm so sorry. You just feel so good." he said, propping himself on his elbows. He started sliding his still hardened dick out of her and she quickly wrapped her legs around him. 

"No! I want to feel you. Don't pull out." 

"Okay", he said giving her one hard thrust. She whimpered in pain and he looked at her sympathetically. "Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked. 

"Not really. It just burns a little. You stretched me out", she said truthfully. 

"I hurt you", he said remorsefully. He felt guilty that he didn't have more restraint. 

"Really it's okay. It's just been a while, but I'll be fine." 

Mitch untangled himself from her legs, and lay beside her on his back. She rolled to her side to look at him. He let out a heavy sigh. "I should have made love to you like I planned", he said looking at the ceiling. 

"Mitchell, I said its okay. It doesn't hurt that bad." 

"Oh really?" he said turning to face her. He slid one finger down her slit and she hissed loudly. He removed his hand and lay back, closing his eyes. 

Serena swirled one finger across Mitch's chest. "If you want, you can help ease the pain." He opened his eyes and turned his head. Her big brown eyes were fixed on his blue ones. She smiled sweetly and he reached across to caress her cheek. 

"I'll do anything for you", he whispered. 

"Well, I'll need some ice. It will help with the swelling and inflammation" she stated in her most professional tone. 

He smiled widely. "As you wish". 

She laughed and slapped his chest playfully. He kissed her lips softly and rose to put on his jeans, foregoing the underwear. He adjusted the crotch, attempting to hide his erection. 

"It won't work", Serena said. "Besides, I'm sure they heard us." 

"No my dear, they heard you." Mitch replied, walking over to plant another kiss on her lips. He turned and walked towards the door. 

As he opened the door, she called his name. He stopped in the doorway and turned his head back to her. "Make sure the ice is whole, not crushed." 

"As you wish" he replied with a wink. He closed the door, and heard her squeal in delight. He smiled to himself and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen. As he neared the entrance to the den, he slowed his steps and crept to the doorway. 

He saw Katy and Jake snuggled closely, watching an explosion filled action sequence. He watched them for a moment, and then tiptoed past the doorway. 

"I'm giving that a ten!" Katy yelled. Mitch walked backwards and poked his head into the room. She turned her head and looked directly at him. 

"Yeah, I heard" Katy said with a sly grin. "I would have turned the TV up louder, but I don't want to go deaf trying to drown out your fucking." 

Jake chuckled, but kept his eyes on the screen. "Mission accomplished", he said. 

Mitch smiled proudly, and continued on his way to the kitchen. He turned on the light and looked around for a moment. He picked up a glass from the drying rack near the sink and walked to the refrigerator. He filled the glass using the ice dispenser on the door. Then he made his way back to Serena's room. 

"Go get her, Tiger", he heard Jake say. 

He opened the room door to find Serena lying on her back with her eyes closed, lightly stroking her swollen vaginal lips with her fingers. He stepped on her damp shorts and stared at them for a moment, then looked back at her curiously. 

"So have you gotten into the habit of not wearing panties or was tonight a special occasion?" he asked nonchalantly. 

Serena's hand left her pussy and she propped herself up on her pillow. "Does is bother you that I wasn't wearing any?" 

"Yes it does, actually. Did you plan on bringing someone else here?" 

"No. I always go without in those shorts. The inner material is satin and it feels good on my shaved pussy" 

Mitch was silent. His mind wandered to how many men had seen her in those same shorts. And without them. 

Serena's eyes glittered with tears and she sat up completely. "When I told you it had been a while, I didn't mean with just you." She turned her head towards the wall. 

He walked to the bed and placed the glass of ice on the nightstand. He sat beside her on the bed, his eyes full of concern. "There's something bothering you, and I have a feeling it has to do with me. Do you regret inviting me here? Should I go?"  

"No!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. He grabbed her face and pulled it to his. 

"So tell me what's wrong." 

"I just don't..." Serena sighed in defeat, and looked off to one side. "After I left Chicago, I was hurt. I spent a month crying myself to sleep every night. The next few, I slept around, nothing serious, I just wanted to keep my mind off of you", she looked up at him guiltily. "I wanted to feel something from someone" 

He looked at her patiently, and stroked her cheeks reassuringly. She sighed again before continuing. "In those few months, I met a guy, but we didn't have sex right away. He took me out, and we got to know each other. We dated a couple more months before we started having sex. Afterwards, he was here almost every night. It made me feel special, and for a while I was happy. 

Then one day, Katy told me he had tried to sneak into her room late at night and she asked him to leave. He tried to say she invited him in, but I know Katy would never do that. He wasn't even her type." Serena chuckled softly. Mitch cringed inwardly at the similarity of her story to what they'd gone through. 

"It turns out this guy was fucking every girl he could get his hands on whenever we weren't together. He even got one pregnant. Another one showed up here claiming I had given her Chlamydia." Mitch's eyes widened. 

"I wasn't infected, Mitchell. I always used a condom. Maybe that's why he cheated" 

Mitch felt rage bubble up inside him. "Don't you dare make excuses for that asshole!" he yelled. Serena jumped at his tone and looked at him cautiously. 

"I'm sorry baby. I'm not mad at you. It just makes me mad that some shit head hurt you. Hell, I'm a shit head too. I fucked up." 

"No, Mitchell. I fucked up. I left. Then I ended up with a guy who cheated. You were perfect. You still are" 

Mitch kissed Serena deeply, letting his lips linger on hers before pulling away. He looked into her eyes, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. 

"You are perfect, sweetheart. I just want to be everything to you that you are to me." He kissed her lightly once more. "Now lay back and let me take away all of your pain", he said. 

Serena complied. Mitch reached for the glass on the nightstand and pulled out one crescent shaped chunk of ice. He bit off the tip, and traced her lips until she opened her mouth for him to slide it in. 

"I know you're a little dry", he said with a smirk. She smiled weakly and sucked on the ice, gulping loudly as it melted. 

Taking the rest of the ice in his mouth, Mitch slid himself down the bed. He placed his head between Serena's legs and began blowing on her pussy. She shuddered. He held the ice between his lips and lightly stroked her opening. When she began shivering, he chewed the ice into smaller chunks and stuck his tongue into her slit. 

*** 

Serena gasped as Mitchell's tongue entered her. For the second time that night, he was surprising her. She shuddered and cooed at the new sensation between her legs. The heat of her pussy mixing with the coolness of the ice felt like a dream. Her pain was definitely subsiding and giving way to pleasure. 

Mitchell stopped stroking her with his tongue and she looked down at him, letting out a frustrated growl. 

"I need more ice" he said defensively, standing and walking towards the nightstand. He put another ice chunk in his mouth and returned to his place between her thighs. He ran the ice along her slit as he did with the first one. Then, he slowly slid it inside of her. Serena let out a loud gasp as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back. 

Mitchell slowly worked the ice in her pussy, as she struggled to breathe. Water dripped down her ass and onto the sheets. He sucked the ice back into his mouth and slowly traced her clit with it. The ice grazed her tender flesh and Serena squirmed as she reached a new high. 

Her orgasm shook her and she floated amongst the clouds. The ice was gone, and Mitchell's cool tongue lightly stroked her nub. When she was able to move of her own accord, Serena pulled him up by his chin and kissed him passionately. Mitchell pressed his body against hers. She whimpered as his hot dick pushed into her cool pussy. She bit roughly on his bottom lip. He met her intensity, gripping her ass with one hand. She responded by wrapping her legs around him. 

Mitchell worked his hips in slow circles. Serena met his pace and moaned into their kiss. Mitchell lifted his head, looking at her pleasure-ridden face. 

"You like that, baby?" he asked, pushing further into her pussy. 

"Yes", she breathed. "Don't stop" 

"Don't worry I won't" 

They ground into each other, moaning and panting. Serena dug her nails into Mitchell's back and he let out a low groan, slowing his pace and pulling away from her. 

"Am I hurting you sweetheart?" he asked. 

"No. Don't stop, please", she cried. She pulled him back into her and they continued to make love at their slow, sensuous pace. 

Serena's thighs trembled against Mitchell's body and her pussy quivered around his dick. They both moaned loudly, as ecstasy rushed over them. They continued grinding and moaning, until all of their energy was spent. Mitchell worked his hips until Serena ceased shuddering beneath him. 

He rolled to his side taking her with him, not wanting to break their bond. Mitchell caressed her face and kissed her lips lightly. Serena smiled at him. She fell asleep in his arms, keeping his face in her mind long after she had closed her eyes. 

**** 

Serena walked to Lizzie's apartment door with Mitchell on her tail, nuzzling her neck. He cupped her breasts as she used her key to unlock the door. She giggled quietly as she tiptoed into the apartment, motioning for him to follow her. They entered the guest bedroom and Mitchell pounced on her immediately. He spun her around and covered her mouth with his. He backed her into the bed, laying her down as he followed. 

"Mmm, I want you so bad." Mitchell groaned. 

"Me too" Serena whispered. 

He stood and removed his t-shirt followed by his pants and returned to their kiss. He unbuttoned her blouse, kissing down the exposed flesh. Mitchell began sliding down Serena's shorts and panties, as she removed her blouse and unhooked her bra. 

Once she was completely naked, Mitchell made his way to her heated womanhood. He licked her swollen clit and sucked it gently. Serena gasped and stroked his blonde locks with both hands. He responded by stiffening his tongue and inserting it into her opening. Serena arched her back and moaned loudly. 

Mitchell flicked his tongue inside of Serena and she came instantly. He slurped loudly as he drank her essence. He licked his lips as he stood, sliding his boxers down to expose his erection. He straddled her once more, bringing his face to hers. "Are you sure this time?" 

She smiled at him. They had come this far the night before. "Yes. We only have a few more days before you leave. Let's enjoy them." 

He kissed her softly as his hard dick pressed at her opening. He pushed slowly, as she opened her legs wider to grant him access. He looked down at her as he rocked back and forth. When he finally got the tip in, Serena let out a loud gasp, and her eyes rolled involuntarily. 

She regained her composure and looked up at Mitchell. His eyes burned with passion as he stared at her. Slowly, he pushed every inch of his dick into her tiny pussy. He stopped moving and let out a heavy breath. He looked down to their joined bodies and back up to her face. "You're so tight", he whispered. She blushed shyly. 

"It's not a bad thing. You feel amazing" he said kissing her once more. Mitchell began rocking his hips, as Serena took shallow, shaky breaths. She watched his face as he pumped into her. She could tell he was straining to maintain control. His breathing was calculated as he stared back at her. He kept himself propped on his hands, careful not to press his full weight against her. 

Serena smiled at his thoughtfulness. She thought her first time would be more painful. That is what she was told to expect. The pain was minimal compared to the pleasure she felt with each stroke. She grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him closer until his chest was pressed to hers. 

He responded with deeper thrusts. She screamed his name for the world to hear. She felt her stomach flutter and she gripped him tightly. "Oh God, Mitchell!" she exclaimed just as her dam burst. 

"I love you so much", she whispered as her lips lightly brushed his ear. Mitchell ceased all movement. She felt his hot breath falling on her neck. Slowly, he lifted his head and stared down at her. She stared back for a brief moment before turning her head to look at the wall. Her ears were burning with embarrassment. 

She looked back up at him, and he raised an eyebrow in confusion. She felt so small lying beneath him. Serena squirmed, attempting to move away, but he had her pinned. 

"Did you mean to say that?" he asked quietly. She stopped moving and bit her bottom lip, feeling tears form in her eyes. His expression softened. "Did you mean it?" he whispered. 

Serena swallowed hard before answering. "I-I had been thinking it, but I never planned on telling you. We haven't known each other long and you'll be leaving soon." She looked back at the wall, not wanting to see his reaction. 

Mitchell gripped her chin between his index finger and thumb, turning her face back to his. "I'm glad you did", he said kissing her softly. He whispered "I love you too". 

He kissed her passionately and continued thrusting inside of her. "I love you, Serena." he growled. She alternated between whimpers and cries as he pumped faster. 

Serena howled in pleasure as she reached her climax. She lost control of her body as Mitchell exploded inside of her. "Fuck!" he exclaimed before kissing her roughly. 

When she returned his kiss, Mitchell quickly rolled onto his back with her straddling him. Serena collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. Her body was shaking but she felt blissful. He placed sweet kisses on her forehead. She sighed and placed her hand on his chest, swirling her finger absentmindedly. 

He lifted his hips and she sat up with a stunned expression on her face. She was sure he had just come inside her, but he was still as hard as a rock. 

He smiled at her deviously. "Ready to go again?" he asked. She responded by moving her hips in small circles. He shut his eyes as he gripped her hips tightly. 

There was a loud pounding on the door. "Can you not wake up the entire fucking building?" Lizzie yelled. 

"Mmm. Sorry, Liz", Serena moaned as she continued to rotate her hips. A few seconds later they heard Lizzie's door slam. 

"What a bitch", Mitchell whispered keeping his eyes closed. 

"She's not all bad. Don't worry about her", Serena replied. She began rocking her hips back and forth. She tossed her head back and moaned quietly. Mitchell lifted his hips again. She moaned louder. He brought his hand up to her mouth. She looked down and found him looking back at her. "Don't want to upset the witch." 

Serena nodded and he removed his hand. She whimpered and whined as another orgasm built inside of her. Mitchell lifted his hips slowly and Serena sucked furiously on her bottom lip. A tiny squeal escaped. He sat up and pushed his tongue into her mouth, moaning as he came inside her a second time. 

Mitchell collapsed onto the bed with Serena following close behind. She laid her head on his chest, and whispered, "I love you, Mitchell". 

"I love you too, sweetheart", he whispered back, kissing her forehead. 

The next morning, Serena opened her eyes to find she was still lying on Mitchell's chest. She sat up, and frowned at the puddle of drool she had left. She attempted to wipe it off before he woke up. 

"Don't bother" he said, keeping his eyes closed. "I'm not grossed out. It just means you slept well. You're welcome". She slapped his chest and his eyes sprung open. 

"Watch it" he warned. He smiled at her and leaned up to kiss her nose. He reached over to the nightstand to look at the time on his phone. She watched as he moved effortlessly with her still sitting on him. 

He looked back at her. "I gotta go. Jake's family is doing some 'thing' for one of his aunts and he wants me to go with him." Serena whined in protest. 

"I know babe, but I gave my word." he replied, stroking her cheek. "How about I take a shower here?" he said winking at her. She jumped up and pulled him towards the door. 

Serena chanted Mitchell's name loudly as he fucked her senseless. The sound of their wet bodies slapping together heightened her arousal. She came once while lifted up against the shower wall, and again as he bent her over, under the stream of water. 

With her appetite finally sated, she washed his body, and he did the same. Serena pulled two towels out of the bathroom closet and they dried each other before returning to the bedroom. Mitchell dressed quickly and she sat on the bed watching him. 

"Don't look so eager to get out of here", she joked. 

He walked over to her and kissed her lovingly. "We both know that if I don't leave now, I never will. I can't leave Jake like that." 

She sighed heavily. "Ok, go. You're making me horny" 

Mitchell groaned and stepped back, smoothing his hair and stepping into his shoes. He gave her one more peck on the lips and walked out of the bedroom. Serena sighed once more. Then, she heard voices in the hallway. At first she thought Mitchell was greeting Lizzie. Then she realized they were arguing. She quickly grabbed her robe and rushed to open the door. 

What she saw in the hallway made her stomach churn and her heart pound. She immediately felt the tears well up as Mitchell shoved Lizzie and turned to face her. He opened his mouth to speak, but she couldn't hear him. She didn't want to. He tried to reach for her, but she retreated into her room, closing and locking the door. 

She rested her head against the door and let the tears fall freely. Mitchell and Lizzie began shouting loudly and she inhaled deeply before opening the door again. 

She shouted at Mitchell's back for him to leave and slammed the door once more. This time she didn't lock the door, but collapsed beside it and sobbed. She heard the front door slam, then a light tapping on her door. 

"Go away!" she shouted. 

"I'm sorry you had to find out about him like this" Lizzie said softly. 

Serena felt lost. She felt betrayed; she needed to get out of Chicago as soon as possible. She couldn't look at Lizzie and she wanted to forget Mitchell ever existed. 

She packed her bag and wrote a letter of goodbye to Lizzie, crying as she did so. She got on her laptop and changed her flight to leave that night. She stayed in her room until she was sure Lizzie had left the apartment and placed the letter on her coffee table with the spare key on top. She washed her face and wiped her nose, careful not to meet her own eyes in the mirror. 




Welcome Back



She walked out of the apartment and didn't look back as she got into the cab headed towards the airport. 

******** 

Mitch felt Serena stir beside him, and turned to look at her. She had her back to him, but he could hear her whimpering. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Serena?" he called cautiously. She flinched a little and continued whimpering. He rolled her until she was facing him. He swept her hair out of her face, and was surprised to see that she was still sleeping. Her whimpers turned into soft sobs. He lightly caressed her face as she mumbled incoherently. 

His heart ached as he watched her. "Wake up sweetheart. Wake up," he whispered. He waited as her sobs quieted and her eyes fluttered open. She looked dazed as she stared at him. "Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep." She began crying softly, squeezing her eyes shut. 

"What is it, Serena? Did you have a bad dream?" he asked. She nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" She shook her head. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her head. He had seen her hurt like this before, and it had been his fault then. 

Serena's cries quieted and she slowly lifted her head towards Mitch. He looked into her red, puffy eyes. She sniffled and averted her eyes. He waited until she looked back at him before he spoke. 

"Please don't shut me out. Why were you crying?" 

"I..." she started. She sniffled again. He wiped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. "Yes?" he said. 

"I dreamed about Chicago..." she said trailing off. Her eyes became distant and filled with tears. Mitch squeezed her tightly. 

"I could kill that bitch, but fuck me for not stopping her sooner", he said in a low tone. 

"I'm not upset. It just may take some time. Don't blame yourself. Actually, the dream gave me more insight. Lizzie was so eager to have you take the fall. Guess she is the embodiment of a frenemy." 

"Yeah, anyone who would hurt you willingly is definitely the spawn of Satan." 

Serena giggled lightly. "Okay that's enough about her. There was another part of the dream. I actually liked that part." She gave Mitch a sly smile. He was hard in an instant. 

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

Jake shook Katy's hand and felt instant warmth. From the moment he saw her, he had to know her. He was sure he'd never found a woman so appealing in his life. Katy was gorgeous. Her eyes were fiery. She was spicy, but he knew she had sweetness to her. Her lips were pouting, no doubt urging him to kiss them. He thought he had been imagining her attraction to him. Then she winked, not once, but twice. 

Once Mitch and Serena had ventured off, Katy sat facing him, looking directly into his eyes. "So tell me about yourself. You're the one from Chicago, right?" she purred. 

"Yep that's me. I guess Serena told you quite a bit about her time there." 

"She sure did. So tell me, Jake. How is it that you guys were able to find Serena? She said she made sure Mitchell had no way of contacting her." Katy wrapped her full lips around her straw slowly, watching Jake's face as she did. 

Jake stared at Katy's mouth while she sipped her drink. When she put it down, he returned his gaze to her eyes. "Actually Serena and I are friends on Facebook. I didn't tell Mitch because I didn't want him to make a big deal about it. I knew she needed time. She posted a few pictures of you guys at this bar, so I searched it before we came down. I actually commented on her page every once in a while. Her graduation, Birthdays. She always responded, so I took that as a sign that she didn't resent me for what happened." 

Katy tilted her head slightly. "Why would she blame you? You weren't even there." 

"That's why I blamed myself. I was supposed to keep Lizzie out of the way since she didn't like Mitch, or so we thought. After a while, though, I got tired of her. She was just something to do while I was home. We didn't have what Mitch and Serena have, and we both knew it. As it turns out neither of us wanted that from the other. I gave up on coming over a few days before that whole disaster happened at her apartment." Jake sighed and waved to a waitress. "Want another round? My treat." 

Katy smiled and nodded. The waitress came and took their order for a rum and coke, and another Long Island Iced Tea. He was impressed by Katy's choice in drink. He knew just one of those would have most women dancing on the bar. Katy was almost done with her first drink and still coherent. She definitely did this often. 

"Ok you are way too nice. I don't even know this Lizzie chick, but I never liked her. She stabbed one of her oldest friends in the back over a guy that didn't even want her. And the whole time she has this luscious piece of man candy to drool over." Katy placed her hand on Jake's knee and his body began to respond to her. 

"So are you single Jake?" Katy asked rubbing up his leg slightly. 

"Um yeah. Army life doesn't give much time for dating. I've just been enjoying life though. Thankful to have made it home alive." 

"Oh I see. Well, I can help you feel alive. I live my life to the fullest everyday." 

Jake felt himself getting a little uncomfortable and he stiffened in his chair. He was sure Serena and Mitch would make up and be spending a lot of time together. If things went bad with Katy, he'd have another Lizzie situation on his hands. 

"I'm not a cold bitch like Lizzie. I know how to please a man. Tell me, did she ever seem interested in satisfying you?" Katy continued rubbing Jake's leg and his heart starting pounding in his chest. He maintained his composure and smiled at her. 

"She seemed angry all the time. Even when she had an orgasm. It was a little scary, actually." 

"A real woman would have been thankful for a man that could make her come. Tell me Jake, how long can you last?" 

"You sure are blunt, Katy." 

"I know what I like Jake. I like to know what I'm getting upfront." 

Jake chuckled as he looked into Katy's eyes. She laughed with him. He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "I can last as long as you need me to." 

Katy smirked at him. She was about to speak when the waitress returned with their drinks. After she had left, Katy picked up her glass. 

"To new beginnings." She toasted. Their glasses clinked and they sipped their drinks. 

"Tell me something about you, Katy. You at least heard of me. I don't know a thing about you. Well, besides you have no problem openly discussing sex with someone you just met." Jake said, smiling at her. 

"Serena didn't mention me in Chicago? That bitch!" Katy said jokingly. 

"I don't remember if she did." 

"Well, I like sex. I love it actually. Serena and I are besties and roommates. I love her to pieces. She doesn't judge me for who I am or what I do... I'm actually glad you guys came. She needs him in her life. Even without words, I could tell she missed him. He was her first you know." 

"Yeah he told me." Jake said with a heavy sigh. "He said it made him sick to think she had given him her all, and he had hurt her so badly. The situation was kinda out of his control, but there's no way she could have known that." 

"Like it was out of your control?" Katy asked. Jake smirked at her. 

"Katy, you seem like a woman with it all figured out. You're single I presume?" She nodded her response. "You know what you want out of life and you don't have a problem going after it. Are you and Serena the same age?" 

"We are. We met when we were 18 but on two totally different paths. Maybe someday I'll tell you the story." 

Jake gulped down half of his drink as Katy looked on. She gave his thigh a squeeze. "So you're an exhibitionist?" 

Katy tossed her head back and laughed. Just then, Mitch and Serena returned, hand in hand, smiling. Jake let out a sigh of relief. Mitch needed her. 

After their plans to leave with the ladies had been solidified, Katy pulled Serena out of the bar. Jake and Mitch followed close behind. Mitch insisted on driving since he had less to drink. Jake knew he didn't actually trust him to keep up. 

Mitch was beaming and Jake sat beside him proudly. "Happy much?" Jake asked. 

"Dude I'm fanfuckingtastic! She loves me, man. After everything that's happened..." He let out a sigh. "What about you? Katy seemed to have her claws in pretty deep." 

"She's gorgeous, no doubt. So far things are going good." 

"Cut the crap, Jake. She's hot and she wants you. And only she knows why." Mitch said. Jake punched his arm. 

"Well unlike you and Serena, I have a lot more to find out about this woman before I sleep with her. There's more to her than looks." 

"For sure, man. Serena said Katy is very smart. She studied marine biology when they were in school. People don't always take her seriously, though. I know she has a heart of gold if my lady loves her." 

Jake looked at Mitch with a confused expression. Mitch glanced over at him, then back at the road. "What?" 

"When did Serena tell you this? Weren't you guys making up on the beach?" 

"Yes we were. Serena mentioned Katy in Chicago. You know I remember everything about that trip. We were all sitting together, and she was talking about that bitch Lizzie visiting her and meeting Katy". 

Jake was a little upset that he'd bee so consumed with getting to know Lizzie that he hadn't been paying attention to what Serena had been saying. He felt especially bad now that he had met Katy. 

"Hey man, don't feel bad. I'd actually be a little uncomfortable if you had been paying that much attention to Serena." Mitch reassured him. 

"I know" Jake responded. They pulled up to a house that was mostly hidden by trees and watched as the women got out. 

Inside of the house, Serena led them into an entertainment area and turned on the TV. Jake began looking around. The room was nice and seemed to display the two women's personalities and interests. 

He was feeling unsure of himself. How could this beautiful, smart, funny, sexy woman actually find herself attracted to him? He thought about avoiding sleeping with her that night. She was far too special to treat like some woman he'd picked up off the street. 

Jake laughed to himself. She'd picked him up. 

**** 

Katy walked into the kitchen and walked towards her wine cabinet. She pulled out her favorite Merlot. The one she drank when she was feeling frisky. She wanted her guest to have a good time. 

Serena walked in behind her and held out her hands for the bottle. Katy pulled out four wine glasses and headed for the door. Serena grabbed her arm and looked into her eyes. "Don't hurt him", she said with a sly grin. Katy smiled back and continued into the den. 

Once they'd all finished their drinks and settled in to watch The Princess Bride, Katy leaned in closer to Jake. She placed her hand on his leg and he covered it with his. 

Before long, Jake began slouching. Katy squeezed his leg gently. "Hey do you want to lie on my lap?" 

"Uh, sure." He replied, sliding down and placing his head on her thighs. 

Katy slid her hand across Jake's face. She let her fingers brush lightly over his soft hair. Serena turned to watch them, and Katy glanced back at her. The moment she saw her friend's wide grin, she whipped her head back to the screen. A smile crept over Katy's face and Serena turned her attention back to the movie. 

Once the movie had ended and Serena and Mitch were gone, Jake sighed heavily and sat up. He looked at Katy and smiled. "What should we watch next?" 

"An action movie", Katy replied seriously. 

Jake laughed. "I like the way you think." 

"How about we have a Transformers marathon" 

"Hell yeah" Jake said coolly. 

They giggled through the first movie, attempting to drown out the sounds of their friends' reunion. Katy gave up on adjusting the volume and decided she'd like to get to know Jake better. 

"So what's your last name Jake?" she asked looking directly at him. He shifted his position to face her. 

"Johnson. What's yours?" 

"Martinez. I'm Puerto Rican.", she said gesturing towards her pendant. 

"I see" Jake said thoughtfully. "So I hear you studied Biology in school." 

"Yep" Katy said proudly. "Marine Biology to be specific. I love the ocean. It's the most beautiful and mysterious thing on this planet." 

"Well I don't know about that. I've been around the world and one of the most beautiful sights I've seen is sitting in this room with me." Jake said, looking into her eyes. 

Katy smiled shyly. "You don't have to flatter me, Jake. I fully intend to take advantage of you tonight." She slid her hand to his thigh and leaned in to his face. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." 

With that, she gently pressed her lips against his. He cupped her face with one hand and allowed her to lead him into a long, sensual kiss. Katy moaned as she felt Jake's warm tongue explore hers cautiously. Her hand slid up his leg, barely grazing his groin before reaching under his shirt. She rubbed his toned abs and chest. 

Without breaking their kiss, Katy straddled Jake and worked her hips in slow circles. She moaned as his body reacted to hers. She sat up and placed her hands on his shoulders. "We're going to have fun tonight." She took his smile as his silent agreement. 

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she moved down his body, kneeling before his bulging shorts. She unbuttoned them, and then slid the zipper down slowly. Jake watched her with a heated gaze, seemingly entranced by her boldness. She massaged his dick through his briefs before sliding them down to reveal his hardness. 

Before her was a large pink head sitting atop a long thick dick. Jake exhaled deeply and Katy smiled mischievously. She lightly licked the tip a few times. She began sucking his head gently. He responded by lifting his hips to her rhythm. She firmly gripped his shaft and pushed her head down his length. He moaned loudly and rolled his head back, resting it against the sofa. 

Katy sucked harder than she ever had before. Jake continued lifting his hips to meet her pace. She felt herself gag and began pulling him out of her mouth, slurping loudly. Without speaking, she stood and pulled her strapless dress down her body and kicked it to the floor. Next, she removed her bra and panties. She stood naked before him, letting his eyes take in her full figure. 

She lowered herself to the sofa in front of him sitting with her legs apart. She rubbed her large breasts, pinching each nipple. She stared at Jake as he watched her hand travel down her body to her pussy. Her hands lightly grazed the soft flesh. She spread her lips to reveal her pink pussy and watched as his dick twitched. She squeezed her clit between her fingers before plucking it softly. 

Katy moaned loudly as she pleased herself. She tossed her head back and began breathing heavily. Just before she reached her climax, she removed her hand and lifted her head to look at Jake. He was practically drooling as he stared at her wet pussy. 

"Jake do you happen to have a condom? Mine are all the way in my room." 

As if on command, Jake reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. Katy swiftly reached up and opened the wrapper. She slid it over his large head which she placed at her opening. She slid the remainder of the condom down his dick, followed by her tight hole. 

"Mmm", Katy moaned, looking directly into his eyes. He rubbed her lower back and she swirled her hips to make sure she had taken every inch of him. "I hope you're ready for this." 

She rode him fast and hard, finding herself losing control of her movements. She moaned loudly, tossing her head from side to side. Soon, she was screaming out and bouncing wildly. Jake held her hips firmly. He was growling loudly. 

Katy felt her walls tighten as her orgasm built. She looked at Jake's unchanging expression. She wanted to say something, but his dick was pulling the very breath from her body. They stared at each other accompanied by the sounds of their pleasure. She suddenly felt a rush of hot liquid flooding from her just as Jake pushed her down hard on his erection while thrusting upwards to meet her. 

She arched her back and screamed louder. Her body betrayed her as her voice cracked and her legs trembled. She sat still for a moment, keeping her eyes shut tight. For sure, she had never experienced anything so intense. 

Jake hadn't moved or spoken, so she decided to break the silence. She lifted her head to see him staring at her. She was unsure of what he was thinking at that moment, and it made her uncomfortable. She had been so sure she would have been able to get him to submit to her, but he seemed to be unaffected by her usual tricks. 

Katy began feeling a little insecure at that moment. Maybe he had more experience than he was letting on. She hadn't considered the possibility that she wouldn't have been able to please him. Any other man would have succumbed to her much sooner. At this point, she should have him begging for more. 'What do I do now?' she asked herself. 

**** 

Jake sat completely still as he watched Katy climax. He had been watching her all night. She knew what she wanted, but he knew what she needed. He figured he'd let her take the lead. He needed to know for sure what he was working with. He decided to wait until she had shown him all she could do. What he saw amazed him. 

Katy was an excellent lover. She was so in tune with her body. She knew how to please a man. She looked absolutely stunning as she came on his dick. If he had been any other man, he'd probably be proposing to her by now. But he wasn't any other man. 

He had never wanted any woman the way he wanted her. He wanted to please her fully. She needed to know what it felt like to have a man please her. She needed to be able to completely let go. 

He watched as her expression changed from one of satisfaction to insecurity. He had kept his cool up until that point. He had this beautiful woman before him, and she didn't think she was good enough. He'd decided to let her know just how good she made him feel, and how much he wanted her. 

Jake grabbed the nape of Katy's neck and pulled her into a rough kiss. He claimed her lips with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Just as she began to match his intensity, he laid her back, pulling out of her completely. 

He took her left breast in his hand and squeezed. He pinched at her nipple, and then moved his mouth down to suck it. Katy moaned. He bit her nipple, and she cried out. He switched breasts, licking greedily at the second. Katy was squirming beneath him, clutching at his hair. 

He sat up to look directly into her eyes. Then just as swiftly, he made his way down to her navel. He swirled his tongue around it, and continued down to her groin. Once he was at her mound, he paused and brushed lightly over her clit with his thumb. She moaned sweetly. He kissed her soft, wet pussy. 

Slowly, Jake licked up and down Katy's wet slit. With each pass, he stopped to dip the tip of his tongue in her opening to taste her. She was breathing heavily and rubbing her thighs across his ears. 

He flicked her clit, and she began panting in response. He covered it completely with his mouth and continued flicking his tongue. He sucked her swollen nub. Katy's breaths became staggered as she squeezed his head between her thighs. 

Without missing a beat, Jake pushed her thighs apart. She squirmed, attempting to loosen his grip. He squeezed her thighs and nipped at her clit. She cried out loudly as her warm liquid flowed down his chin. 

Jake released Katy's trembling legs. She looked down at him, her eyes glossed over. He smirked at her. 'This is only the beginning' he thought. He brought his face up to meet hers and hovered over her for a moment. She pulled him down into a forceful kiss. He kissed her softly until she was doing the same.