8 comments/ 28024 views/ 8 favorites Rescue Me Ch. 02 By: likebstar The vibrating buzz on the coffee table jolted me upright out of garbled dreams and back onto the sofa. So much for silent mode. It was Gary again. Again with the cajoling to hit the bar. I thumbed a limp affirmative "k", rubbed at the dried-out contacts in my eyes, and steeled myself for the considerable effort of taking a shower, getting dressed, and actually putting on shoes. I was semi-hard in the shower. No particular reason, just the invigorating soapy water and the chronic horniness. I gave it a few lackluster strokes. Meh. It's been over 3 weeks since she left and I'm getting so very tired of jacking off. Positive Mind floated an idea across my consciousness: "Maybe you'll get lucky at the bar...?" "Yah , right." Cynical Mind promptly responded, shutting me down. Always the realist, Cynical Mind, with that smug, superior tone. I shaved, searched for my lucky blue boxer briefs (yet another completely arbitrary mind-fuck), pulled on my favorite jeans and button down shirt, and texted Gary that I'm on my way. It wasn't a far drive, but I stopped for cigarettes, gum, and condoms. Now I have to be honest here; I don't really smoke. Well, that is, I don't smoke unless I'm going to a bar when I'm single. I'm sure you know why, but I'll explain it to those who haven't been on the front lines in a while. Here's the thing: You can't have intimate conversations in crowded bars. You can only give knowing glances, grins and smiles and loud barking offers to buy drinks, desperate bellowing of "I LOVE THOSE BOOTS!" and other inanities. And so here's my problem: I don't get laid if I can't talk. And my solution: I take smoke breaks outside the bar. I could expand on this; in fact I did go into quite a bit of detail on it, but I deleted it. I'm sure the gentle, literate reader can figure out why having the perfect excuse for a one-on-one conversation with a (drunk) lady can get you laid. Let's just say I thank the Lord for smoking laws. So, with my cigarettes, my gum and my gumption, I walked in to greet my dear, slightly inebriated Gary. I immediately heard his voice rise from the din, "Haayy it's Daaaan! So you finalleee maaade it ha ha!" Ugh, here we go. I wasn't prepared for this level of boister. But I put on my happy face, puffed out my chest and powered-through toward the end of the bar. While Gary and I caught up and bantered, I slowly took in the room. The spot was quite crowded for this early. We shared a shot and again I scanned the room, automatically refocusing for any Possibles. Nothing much hopeful. A few cuties who were obviously taken, others that just weren't my type. I stared hungrily at the taken cuties, simultaneously telling myself to please-stop-acting-so-creepy. More meaningless banter and a pee break. I'm so horny that my cock is semi-hard when I pull it out to piss. I guffaw in frustration. Coming out of the toilet, I spot a new item at the bar. A blonde, skimpy tank top and a short red skirt.. very hot. Bare legs.. and damn, those boots! Wait, is she with that guy? Nope, he's a passing ship. Okay, now's the time to saunter over all casual-like.. annnd.. now Gary's chatting her up haha.. Great. I hang back, watch, and listen. She was a flirty one alright. Clearly enjoying the attention, yet entirely un-self-conscious in her manner. Usually an outfit like that screams "desperate for a man", or simply an "attention-whore", but she didn't exhibit the obvious insecurities. Rather, it seemed that she simply wanted to feel sexy tonight. Her hair was straight and shoulder-length, cute smile, and mysterious, deep-set brown eyes. A wise man would know not make assumptions as to what goes on behind eyes such as those. She was fairly petite, well-proportioned.. and her perky "b" cup tits looked simply awesome in that top. I glanced down at her tanned, athletic legs under the bar, she was favoring one hip on the seat, knees pressed together, one boot-heel playfully hooked into the bottom ring of the stool, the other ankle tucked behind it. The position was modest, but in my line of sight, it caused her short skirt to rise above her thigh in a tantalizing display of naked flesh. I moved in closer as I watched them converse, I found her unpretentious, confident manner endearing, and incredibly attractive. I couldn't stop gazing at her mouth as she talked, and her neck and.. her nipples were saying hello to me. I even heard my name! Suddenly aware that Gary had stopped talking, I glanced up from her tits to be confronted by their silent glares. Oops, it seems Gary was attempting to introduce me. I blushed at her scornful smile, regained my composure, and scooted closer. "This is Jenny!" Gary yelled in my ear. She held out a limp hand and I grasped it tenderly. Her finger-tips lightly brushed across my palm, following up along my fingers before withdrawing. I stared into her eyes as the lingering sensation reached my groin . We exchanged pleasantries and meaningless phrases. Gary withdrew, giving me the opportunity to close the space between us. Good guy, that Gary. I ventured some cynical comment regarding human social behavior. She smiled out of context. She seemed amused by me, for reasons not obvious to myself. I felt studied. Paranoia crept in: She can read me like a book; she knew I wasn't much of a social drinker, I wasn't here to meet friends or make friends; I was simply horny and on the prowl. Clever Girl. So concerned was I that I would scare her away with my carnivorous countenance, that I offered to buy her a drink. She guffawed and showed me her nearly-full glass. I parried and offered to buy the next one. "Okay... but I feel it's only fair to tell you that I'm married." She held out her hand to display the evidence. "That's sweet that you'd be so concerned for my investment," I replied sarcastically. "Well, I figure there's only one reason you want to buy me a drink." "And what reason do you think figure that is?" "I don't know, that you enjoy my company?" She replied tamely. "I guess you're right, cuz I enjoy Gary's company, and I buy him drinks, and we even live together... " She playfully slapped my shoulder, "You know what I mean." "Well, maybe you shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers if you're married" I muttered. "Well, maybe my husband doesn't mind," She quickly retorted.. "Doesn't mind what?" I was fishing. She stared at me. "Lots of ...things..." She expressed each word with a wet tongue, almost lisping. My cock twitched. I ordered her a drink, and turned to find her texting intently . "Your husband, I presume?" I pried. "Uh-huh," She nodded without looking up. "Anything interesting?" She flicked a glance at me, "I told him that I was flirting with a cute guy." "I'm flattered," I replied without irony, "So.. uh, why are you trying to make him jealous?" She raised her head and looked me in the eye. "It turns him on." She stated flatly. "REALLY?" I sputtered, "Wow, that's interesting.. so, uhh.. does it turn you on to make him jealous?" "Yup," She replied, "I mean, me doing the things that make him jealous turns me on." "Like flirting?" "Uh-huh, like .. flirting." She was texting again. "What now?" "I told him that the cute guy was buying me drinks." "Wow, just a cute guy huh, I don't even deserve a name in this game?" She rolled her eyes at me and started texting again. "Okay, I just used your name and said you were getting me drunk!" "Great, now he's going to track me down.. What's his name?" "Ted," she replied, "He won't be mad at you; he knows I'm just playing around." "So, what does Ted get mad at?" I pushed. She put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "When I smoke cigarettes." I sat back and chuckled. Not the response I had expected. I leaned forward conspiratorially, "So let's go make him mad then." She stared at me, not comprehending. I held out a cigarette, and she burst into laughter. We shared the cigarette in the alley behind the bar. The intimacy of it was intoxicating. I watched her stub the butt with her boot, following the twisting motion of her ankle up past her thighs, up to the swishing curtain of skirt cascading off her round ass. I picked up the conversation where we left off. "So, this jealousy game you have with your husband.. how do you know his limits.. I mean, flirting is one thing, but what happens if you cross the line?" "Like?" "Like what if.., " I stepped toward her, "I touched you..," And placed my hand on her hip. We were close now, silent. Her body radiated warmth. I cocked my head slightly, implying an intention to kiss her, but she broke the moment with a shy smile, and pulled out her phone. "I'll ask him!" She quickly finished her text and asked for a cigarette, but her phone immediately chirped a text reply before she could light it. I leaned over her shoulder and she raised the phone so I could read. What she had asked him made my cock hard: "ok w u that I play?" His reply: "Naughty girl! I'll be there soon to rescue you from Dan's evil clutches!" I chuckled at her husband's response. "It's like you guys are playing a game." "Exactly!" she exclaimed happily, "A naughty, sexy, exciting game." She started texting again. I stood behind her reading over her shoulder, leaning down close to her, smelling her hair. My hands were on her hips, and my hard-on was pressed against her ass-crack.. She subtly pushed back against it as she fumbled out her message: "Hurry or u will be too late" She pressed send and I whispered in her ear, "I think he's too late!" She turned to face to me. "You think so?" She barely got the words out before our mouths came together and we kissed hungrily. I turned her around and pushed her back against the wall. We kissed and groped and squirmed and made each other ache with desire. Her thigh pressed and rubbed against my cock as I kissed her neck. My thumbs traced circles on the thin fabric covering her tits. I reached a hand between her legs. She hesitated, and I grabbed her wrist and held it above her head while my other hand reached toward her warm wetness. She moaned in my mouth and bucked her hips against my hand as I stroked the thin fabric on her mound. "I want to take you home, can I take you home?" I whispered in her ear. "I'll have to ask Ted if he's okay with that," She backed me off. "Well, she's nothing if not loyal" I mused to myself. We straightened our clothes and she headed back in without me. I watched her go as Gary accosted me for a cigarette and a warm congrats on the score. When I entered the room, I noticed she wasn't in the restroom as I had assumed, but was instead at the bar again, chatting to some other guy. "Damn, you can't leave a girl like that alone for minute," I muttered to myself, and made my way over to reclaim my prize. I came up behind her and slid my hand around her waist. "She's mine!" I mind-shouted, while staring down this new competition. He stood there ignoring me, glancing back and forth between her and my hand on her waist. "Hi!" I finally barked at him. "Hi" He quietly replied. "You're too late" Jenny blurted at him. "What?" He said. "You're too late to rescue me from Dan's evil clutches." "Oh?" He looked at me. "I'm sorry," She said, "Ted, this is Dan, Dan this is my husband, Ted." "OH!" I exclaimed in surprise. "See, I told you it's okay.. he actually likes it, don't you Ted?" We waited for her husband's reply. "She can do what she wants" He replied weakly. I wasn't sure if this was a healthy scene or not, was his face showing jealousy?, rage?.. Defeat? Something bad was about to happen, I simply could not believe this man wasn't about to have a violent blow-up or a miserable melt-down. "Hey.. look, I'm not an asshole." I quickly volunteered. "I'm not into cheating or hurting people. So I'll walk away and act like nothing's happened.." "No, no seriously, it's okay, we're open like that ..and it turns me on." Ted replied earnestly. I looked at him. I was convinced now that he really didn't mind, not only that, but he WANTED me to hook up with his wife as much as I did. I glanced at Jenny by my side; she was smiling up at her husband with mischievous amusement. Wow, this was quite a game they had. Oddly enough, they were now both waiting for my consent for things to continue. "Well if that's really the case, then I guess it's a turn-on for all of us." I proclaimed, and put my arm back around Jenny's waist, pulling her closer to me. She leaned her body into me. "Dan invited me back to his place, She said to her husband, "if that's okay with you." It wasn't much a question as a statement. "Do you want to go?" Ted limply replied. She hesitated. "I told him I wanted make sure you're okay with it first.." "So you want to go." He said flatly. "Well, I wouldn't ask if I didn't" She replied curtly, "So, it's really up to you.. " I observed their banter with amusement. Clearly this was a power-play game, and they both knew the rules intimately. I mused at how he was outwardly behaving as the passive victim and she was behaving like a cold-hearted slut; but clearly they were directing the outcome toward fulfilling their own mutual desires and predilections. "well .. okay I guess." He finally responded. She stepped toward him and kissed him tenderly and then passionately. He reached for her waist to bring her closer but she broke off with a lingering kiss and soft eyes. It was sweet, tender, intimate, and I felt a pang of jealously at the level of closeness they shared. Not knowing how this was supposed to play out, I went for the mundane: "How about we all do a shot?" Shots were ordered and served and we raised our glasses in a toast. "To good times with Jenny!" I exclaimed. "Wait, I can't toast myself!" Jenny laughed. "Okay.. To bad guys and horny wives." She gave me a look of mock disapproval, but she kissed me immediately after we took our shots. She kissed me deeply and lustfully. Standing on tip-toes, pressing her tits against me as our hands groped each other's bodies. I suspected she was putting on a show for her husband's pleasure, but I didn't have a problem with it. Eventually she asked me to meet her outside and excused herself to the restroom. I glanced at Ted. He was older than me but handsome, fit, and tall. Despite what had just transpired, he had a confident composure, with a glint of bad-boy in eye. He certainly didn't fit the stereotype of the wimpy cuckolded husband. I wondered if he also strayed, or if he merely took his pleasure from encouraging her shenanigans. I looked at him sincerely in the eye and said, "Don't worry I'll take good care of her." "I'm sure you will!" He replied thickly. I guffawed awkwardly, playfully punched him on the shoulder, and quickly turned to the door to fetch my car. I was idling my pickup truck in the parking lot when the passenger door opened and she got in. She immediately placed a warm hand on my thigh. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Oh yah" She replied. "Ted is so turned on right now; he's going to be suffering tonight," She chuckled. "And what about you?" I unconsciously glanced at her lap, "Are you turned on?" She subtly squirmed in the seat. "Why don't you check for yourself?" She breathed. I scooted over the bench seat and leaned in for a kiss as I placed a hand between her thighs. She compliantly parted her mouth; and her knees. She paused and flashed an evil grin when I discovered her panties were missing. Her wetness made me unable to resist slipping in the tip of my finger. She rolled her eyes and moaned, and raised her hips to let it go deeper. I took this as an invitation to insert another. She responded by undulating and rolling her hips, practically belly-dancing on my hand while we made out like desperate teenagers. Her guttural moans turned to high-pitched pants and escalated motions as she fucked my fingers toward climax. My hand was aching from the awkward angle by the time her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She continued to spasm involuntarily as I held her close in the warm cab, sweetly kissing her sweaty neck, while her heartbeat returned to normal. We enjoyed the privacy of the fogged windows. Do you live alone? She eventually asked. "No, I admitted, "Gary's my roommate." "Gary ,huh? ..He's kinda cute.. " "Don't even go there," I groaned. "Why?" Her tone was petulant, "You're not the boss of me!" I guffawed."So, you DO get off on making men jealous!" She smiled mischievously and started fumbling for my belt. Rescue Me Ch. 02 Dear Readers, Thank you for all your comments. I have edited Part 1 to take into consideration some of the errors you pointed out... Sorry for the confusion about the first name... I was getting ahead of myself. Ben is the man in the story and the girl who had remained nameless in the first part of the story is Sam (Samantha) the narrator. Again, I hope that no one will be offended about the love that develops between a disabled man and an able bodied woman. Please let me know if you think that what I am describing is improbable. Special thanks to Lindsay44 for editing this story. Without further ado; Please enjoy. . . * Part 2 – Love, Lust and Intimacy. I collapsed onto Ben's chest completely satisfied. Seconds passed; then minutes. A whirlwind of emotions surged through me as I started weeping like a baby. I was sobbing on Ben's chest uncontrollably with his half erect penis still deep within me. "Sam . . . Samantha . . . What's wrong?" asked Ben. "I'm sorry . . ." I sobbed concealing my face in his muscular pectorals. "Sorry?" He blurted. "Yes, let me finish . . . please . . . hear me out because my brain is spinning I'm so confused I, I put us in danger last night . . . then this happened! What if it doesn't work out between us," I stammered. "You're my best friend and I am just this silly girl; I'm afraid I've ruined it all." My words came through the tears streaming from my eyes, not knowing if I was making any sense. I was still crying uncontrollably and my body was convulsing and shaking with every breath. My vagina was flexing as I sobbed and Ben's monster cock started reacting and growing within me. I had mixed emotions, loving the feeling, but feeling guilty at the same time about the feelings that I was enjoying. I slowly tried to lift myself up and off of his hardening member. Ben grabbed me in his arms and pulled me down gently; his manhood sliding to the depths of my cunt once again. My whole body trembled; he was fully erect; I felt so full. I was still wet and slick with the juices from our earlier lovemaking. He spoke, "You are silly. . . Sam . . . You are silly to think that this ruins anything. Last night was the best night of my life. You don't know how happy I am right now." I sat up feeling the full length of his shaft splitting me open. With a smile I replied, "You do seem very happy indeed!" "I've loved you for so long . . . I am the one who is sorry," he continued ignoring my smart remark. "I feel as if I abused your trust when I undressed you and showered you last night when you were passed-out." His declaration of love sent shivers down my spine. I was starting to sway very slowly and timidly on his erection. I don't think I was even fully aware of my actions at first it just felt so natural to have him inside me. "You mean you love me?" "I do" "Then there is nothing to be sorry about." I moved forward feeling his sex pushing back inside me. "I love that you took care of me." I moved backward enjoying the feeling of restraint that his aroused love muscle provided. He was so big that I could not really move much. I was pinned to Ben's body. "I love that you rescued me and made me feel safe in your arms. I have never been so scared in my life until you came to my rescue." Another shiver ran down my spine as my body started humming with the heat of desire. "I passed out in your arms knowing that I had nothing to worry about." "Yes, but I took advantage of you while you were out cold." "You helped me out of my puke. You took care of me. There is nothing wrong with what you did." I could not believe that I was having a conversation while this man's sex was bringing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I was starting to loose my concentration and did not know if I would be able to make sense much longer. I closed my eyes as I was drifting away to a very erotic place in my mind. "What you did was kind and sexy. Ahhhh!" My heart was going wild and my breathing was affected by what this man's sex was doing to me. " Uhhhhhh, It is so sexy when I think of you undressing me." I was having visions of myself being naked in his arms while he washed me. I was also having vision of his monster cock and of the blowjob I had just given him. "So sexy, ahhhhh!" I whispered while I started accelerating the rhythm of my slow pelvic grind. "I am the one who raped you in your sleep. ahhhh!" I exhaled. "Not the other way around." "I was not asleep," he admitted. "Oh! You sneaky Perv!" I smiled and my eyes focused deeply into the depths of his eyes; revealing his love for me! By then, my little pussy was soaking wet. His was the biggest male member I had ever had the pleasure of humping and my body had produced an abundance of my love liquids to lubricate our intimate coupling. A mixture of sweat and cum were pooling over the curls that covered his pelvic bone. When I looked into his eyes another delicious jolt of carnal desire and heat flooded over me. My body had become a bundle of nerves. My engorged clit was sticking out more that usual because of his girth. Ben had been chastely resting his hands on my legs. When he noticed my impending explosion of pleasure, he moved them to torture my pussy with the pleasure of his touch. His magic fingers brushed against the labia of my cunt, they gathered the mixture of our love fluids that had been gathering on his pelvis and brought his fingers to his mouth savoring the flavors and lubricating them further with his saliva. When he brought them towards me, his hands were glistening in the moonlight with moisture. He smiled at me and I smiled back anticipating his touch. Both hands reached their destination simultaneously. He pressed his left index finger at the entrance of my rectum, gently rubbing this very sensitive spot. He gently pinched my swollen clit between the thumb and index fingers of his right hand. "Oooh!" escaped my lips as my body surrendered to my second phenomenal climax of the evening. My heart was dancing and jumping in my chest as I fought to get my breath back. Like a runner after a marathon race, I struggled to calm myself. I could feel my pulse in the tender flesh of my stretched labia, still drenched with my fluids. The euphoria I had experienced from the orgasm was quickly dashed as I realized that Ben hadn't orgasmed. "Had he shared in my pleasure?" I was suddenly worried. "Are you ok?" I asked. "You didn't come! What's wrong?" I was still very ignorant of his physical condition as it pertained to sex and I was afraid that he had not enjoyed himself. "You know that you just gave me a wonderful gift a few minutes ago right? I am just a guy being a guy right now; I can last longer the second time around," came his reassuring words with a smile. "Are you sure?" I had so many questions about his condition and no answers. Mostly, I wanted to make sure that he would share the pleasure that I was enjoying. Despite my limited experiences in bed, I had always been a considerate lover and I needed to know that my lover experienced at least as much pleasure as I had in order to really enjoy myself. "How does it feel for you?" I asked. A simple question but one fraught with many nuances. Ben looked at me with hesitation. It felt as if he was trying to figure out how much he should say or not say. He was still hard within me since he had not climaxed, but at that point, I was trying to establish another form of intimacy with him. I did not know if he would let me in and, if he did, I did not know what to expect. He inhaled deeply and started talking, "I have erections, I ejaculate, and I orgasm like everybody else." He paused and inhaled again. "The thing is that I don't have as much sensation in my lower body as I do with my upper body so sometimes I come but I don't orgasm, or I orgasm without ejaculating. The orgasms are intense for me too; you know what they say, that 80% of sex is in the head." He smiled. "What about erections? How is it that you are still so hard right now?" His smile broadened. "That's not usually the case. Erections are physiological reactions and sometimes I don't even know that I am "sporting wood" and they don't usually last very long if they go un-stimulated. But then, I usually don't have such a hot, sexy naked girl, to help me maintain my boners!" He winked at me. "So what does that mean? Are you enjoying this right now? Why haven't you come yet?" His hard shaft was still within me, pressing against the interior walls of my cunt! Somehow my state of arousal was almost as high as it had been prior to my last sexual peak and I was getting anxious to get off again. I did not want to be selfish and wanted to make sure that he would enjoy it this time. "You want me to come?" "Yes! Damn you!" "You want to go again?" "Yes!" I was panting, begging. "Can you go again?" I grabbed his right hand and placed it against my smoldering sex. "Can you feel that? You are driving me nuts with desire! I am dripping! I don't think my pussy has stopped leaking since we first started. Ooooooh! This is crazy!" I was not aware but I had started rocking back and forth on him yet again. "Ok sweetie here I come". Ben grabbed my hips the way he had earlier in the night and started lifting me along the length of his shaft. He was very gentle. I had reached my second orgasm by grinding on him and his cock had remained deep within my love canal the entire time we had been talking. It felt like a part of me. I wanted to keep his gorgeous huge love tool in me forever! When he lifted my hips, I started feeling a sense of loss as his cock departed the sheath of my pussy! It was delicious to feel the softness of his skin, every bump, and every vein pulsing with blood. The friction between him and the wet walls of my vagina produced a delectable heat that lingered. He raised me until the crown of his penis passed my lips. He held me there for a moment that felt like an eternity. I was already longing for him to fill me again. He took his sweet time, and as he had done earlier that night, he lowered and lifted my body on his penis. This time around, he was moving me very slowly and driving me insane with desire in the process. I abandoned all control to him. He was really getting into it and I wanted him to come. As far as I was concerned, my body was at his disposal. I did not think that he could do anything wrong by me; I felt like a marionette; only it was not his hand controlling me... I loved it! He released my hips for a second and I opened my eyes wandering what was going on. I felt filled to the hilt. Before I could understand what was happening, Ben lifted me again, this time lifting me by grabbing me under the thighs. He once again raised me to the tip of his penis. But this time, he pivoted me on the way down making me face his feet in reverse cowgirl style. The shift was sublime and, as he lowered me in this new position, I began feeling the approach of yet another orgasm. He was filling me again but it felt new and different. This new position made the curvature of his shaft touch new spots within me. This time the orgasmic wave built slowly as he kept on lifting me up and down on his shaft at a very slow and leisurely pace. He was driving me insane and I wanted more. "Hhhh! . . . I am about to come again . . ." I pleaded. "Please come with me," I begged. Ben increased the tempo of my stride. He was gently pushing on the small of my back making me rise up on my knees and then pulling me back down to sheath his cock completely. He started stimulating my very sensitive asshole with one of his thumbs. The extra stimulation made me take controls of the reins for a moment while I increased the speed of my pace up and down. Ben did not want to relinquish control. He gently pushed his thumb past my sphincter. This was not new territory to me. One of my past boyfriends had driven me crazy one night when he discovered by "accident" how responsive I had been to his touch. His hand had slipped lower than usual during our lovemaking. To my regret, he had been too shy to try that again. I loved the added sensation and I froze while accommodating the additional penetration. I felt a lump form in my throat as my breathing was starting to be labored. The fever was again rising in me and the need to come was becoming more pressing. Ben seized the opportunity to retake control of my body using the invading digit to slow down my stride. "Shhh!" he whispered as he slowed me down further. "Breathe." He waited for me to take control of my breathing and my level of excitement fell down just a notch. Just as my heartbeat was starting to slow down he once again increased the tempo. The sweet vaginal friction of him imbedded in my cunt drove me to the edge again. "Ben . . . Please!" I pleaded. This time he would not stop and I started shouting my pleasure. As my orgasm erupted, he lifted me off of his pole. My pussy was shaking and quivering and the spasms made me squirm. I was too enthralled with mind numbing pleasure to realize what was happening to me. He lowered me to his mouth and his tongue went directly to my pulsating clit. Another orgasmic wave washed over me with this new sensation. My body responded so naturally to his ministrations, I lowered myself onto his torso and took his tool in my mouth. I began humming my pleasure on his sweet meat. I was sucking him as if his shaft was giving me the air I needed to live. I savored the taste of our juices as his mouth dug wave after wave of bliss out of me. Every time I would start to come off my cloud, his oral prowess would lash out at my sensitive flesh to prolong the ecstasy. I could not tell you if I had multiple orgasms or one long never ending one; I was a mindless bundle of nerves just enjoying the delectable state of bewilderment. I was in a sexual trance and time stood still. Could there be more? Ben pushed an index finger into my ass. My orgasm soared to a crescendo. The vibration and spasms that originated in my loins spread to my whole body. My entirety was now shivering, shaking and squirming. Ben brought one of his hands down and caressed the length of my rib cage with the tips of his fingers. My body had become one giant clit and this touch made me convulse with pleasure. When Ben sensed my ultimate peak, he finally exploded into my mouth. His body responded to mine and began echoing and resonating to my vibrations. Ben's pleasure made me quiver yet again as we shared the exquisiteness of the orgasm. It lingered and spread from him to me and back to him circling between our bodies as we kept on quivering to its pulse. Like aftershocks after an earthquake, the waves propagated between us and we absorbed them as they weakened over time. We ended up falling asleep from exhaustion at some point after that. I was the first to wake the following morning (or maybe it was already the afternoon?). Ben was erect again and I decided to wake him with a treat. When he finally emerged from his slumber with a smile, I rose to stare into his eyes and told him, "I love you too." Rescue Me Ch. 03 Dear Readers, It's been a couple of years since the last installment of this story... I did not think I would add anything to Ben and Sam's story but then a little exhibition tale sprouted in my mind and for some reason I thought that this new couple in their "honeymoon" phase would be the perfect fit. As usual, please vote and leave comments. Your positive encouragements will directly affect how fast I write the rest of the story... and I do have some ideas as to where I want to take this. However, I still consider myself a newbie at this and any sign that I might be doing something right gives a boost to my ego thus stimulating me to write more... so again... please vote! - flattery, in this case, will get you to make me write more stories... ;) Enjoy! 1000dreams ***** With this new day I felt like a world of possibilities had just opened up for me. My best friend had just become my lover... and what a lover he was. I was lying naked next to him and I was gently caressing his manhood after the little oral treat I had given him earlier. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. I looked into his eyes and kissed him. I wanted to lie there and do nothing but enjoy each other's company on our first day as a couple... and we did just that. We spent the day talking about this and that. We fed on granola bars and whatever other snacks Ben had within reach of his bed that day. We had fun imagining the reactions of our close friends trying to guess which one would be surprised and which ones would say the proverbial "finally!..." Playing with his penis while we lay in bed was such a sexy exercise. Due to his handicap there were time when he did not seem to feel what I was doing to him but his penis would respond to my touches nonetheless. I spent the entire day playing with his monstrous organ watching it get erect then letting it soften to start over and over again. Ben was amused by my game and observed my action as if he was a bystander on the sidelines. He could clearly see that I was getting hot and bothered and I think that he made it a point not to acknowledge my rising excitement. By the time the sun started to set on the first day of our life as a couple I had enjoyed the longest foreplay of my life. I had spent an entire day of feeling the liquid heat at the center of my belly slowly simmer on the backburner while we talked and touched. My naked thighs were covered with sweat and sexual juices that had dripped from my very excited sex. Ben the tease! Eventually I could not take it anymore, I wanted and needed his beautiful cock in me. At nightfall, I had stopped paying attention to the conversation and started actively trying to get his huge phallus erect again with the purpose of releasing all my built up sexual desire. "Oh boy! I am famished!" he said just as I was about to scoot down on the bed to put my mouth closer to his sex. Before I could protest he got me to a sitting position in order to get himself out of bed from under me. Using his hyper developed arms he swiftly pulled himself into his wheelchair and was quickly dressed while I sat there with what I guess was a very disappointed look on my face. He was like a tornado moving about the room, going to the bathroom to get washed, doing this and that while I sat on my heels. My sexual frustration was leaving me motionless while my pussy was enjoying the first physical contact of the day; my own feet under me were feeding the flames of my arousal. "Ha! You should see yourself!" he exclaimed with a crooked smile on his face. He reached for me and lifted me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing. He laid my nude form across his lap and passed his hands all over my body avoiding all the good bits and pieces. He was driving me insane. "You are so sexy," he said, "you've tantalized me so much these past few years while I secretly wished for your heart... tonight I'll return the favor... I want to drive you crazy with pent-up lust Sam." And as he said these words he lifted my pussy to his tender lips for just a moment then he lowered my hips again. It was cruel! My heart leapt in my chest and then sunk to the pit of my stomach. What a disappointment! "Let's get you dressed!" he said as he got me to my feet. I'm sure I was pouting like a spoilt child standing naked in front of him. "All my clothes are ruined with vomit. Remember?" I was trying to find any reason to stay in but he would not have it. "Nah, you have left a bunch of clothes here over the years... I'm sure I can find something for you to wear." "You?" "Oh... Yes! Tonight you wear what I pick for you. There is this sexy summer dress you left a while back... You will wear it with nothing beneath it... Are you game?" he asked with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes. Was I game? Going outside with him while wearing only a thin layer of clothing? The fire in my belly swelled further. I was a very shy girl at the time. I only wore rather baggy or conservative clothes that would hide my figure. But he was definitely appealing to one of my fantasies; one that had obsessed me for years but that I had never voiced or shared, one of these wild dreams that I had kept buried deep down... I was definitely intrigued and the flame at the core of my very aroused body was fueled by the suggestion. Would I go out with him wearing just a flimsy sundress? I looked into his eyes and lowered them before turning a deep shade of red. "Yes" I exhaled softly unsure of what I was getting into. That acquiescence was the beginning of our exciting life together it would end-up shaping our relationship and it still does 10 years later. But when I uttered these words back then I did not know what Ben had in store for me. "Sam," his tone was dead serious all of a sudden, "There are some things that you don't know about me," he confessed. I was still too embarrassed to look up and he continued, "I am a bit kinky." He laughed at that and it relaxed me enough to raise my gaze up to his beaming smile. "You don't realize how happy you've made me," he said, "now I get to show off my new and very aroused girlfriend to the world. I want to make you squirm and drive you insane until you beg me for sweet release." These words turned my boiling blood to lava. My nerves were on edge and I could not recall the last time I had felt so alive, so present in the moment. He grabbed the flowery dress from one of the closets in his room and held it for me as I slid my arms into the flimsy straps. It was one of these light breezy dresses that buttoned-down the front. It was fairly tight fitted down to the waistline and then the skirt flared and flowed loosely and was long enough to go past my knees. The material was thin and very light very soft cotton. In the sunlight you could almost see through the fabric and that was the reason why I had never worn it after I had impulsively purchased it... and it probably was the reason why I had completely forgotten about it. Ben kept the dress open and looked at my naked body for a few seconds before proceeding to close the buttons himself. He started at the top and lingered around my chest caressing me through the fabric as he proceeded. He was making sure that my nipples remained erect and at that point I was thankful for the big bright flowery pattern. I never stepped out without a bra always worried that people would be able to tell. Now I hoped that the dress's patterns would somewhat mask my obvious excitement... His hands traveled south. The fabric, the heat of his touch and his breathing were all stimulating me. My body's nervous system was overloaded by all the sensations going through me. Suddenly and without warning, he softly brushed my dripping outer labium with his fingertips. "Ooooohhhhh!" He then cupped my sex and inserted his middle finger in a fluid motion into my very slippery hole. My legs buckled from under me as I nearly climaxed from the intimate touch. His hand in my sex was the only thing holding me up and preventing me from falling forward onto his wheelchair. I started to hump his hand in desperation to get myself off but he gently pushed me back on my feet and retracted the object fulfilling my needs. "Later," he hushed as he caressed my downy pubes before fastening the last remaining buttons of my dress. I slipped on the shoes I had been wearing the night before. "Let's go get dinner!" I was flustered, my brain in a comfortable lust induced haze. "Come on!" he commanded as he pivoted on the rear wheels of his chair. He turned around and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the door. I resisted and he spun around to face me. "I am not sure I can do it, I don't know if I can go out dressed like this," I whispered. "Do you trust me?" he smiled. "Of course!" I burst out. "Ok, then come with me. It will be fun and thrilling and you will not regret it," he said. "I feel so exposed..." "It's a feeling, a thrill, and a bit of a risk but you are actually decently dressed. Only you and I will know what is going on beneath your dress, that's the fun part," he explained. "No nude streaking?" I enquired with a bashful smile. "Well... not unless you feel like it..." he paused, "but I am not sure I want to reveal to the rest of the world the perfect body that you have kept so well hidden until now... at least not today... I am not ready to share yet," he boasted and smiled. I exhaled a sigh of relief and followed him out of the door. The door slammed shut behind us. There I was nude beneath my thin summer dress and the first step forward reminded me of how aroused I was. The fabric of the dress caressed my sensitive nipples. The flowing skirt caressed my legs as the warm and humid night air made its way up to my wet pussy. If every step was going to be such an explosion to the senses I could very well reach my first orgasm before even getting to the restaurant. Ben observed me as I tried to calm myself. A group of noisy students came out of one the residence halls across the square. As they made their way down the same path towards us my heart started pounding in my chest. They were all young underclassmen probably headed towards another end-of-the-year party. I started to panic worried that they might see anything through my dress. It was already dark outside and the lampposts along the path were the only sources of light. I was hoping that we would cross path in the dark shadows between the posts alas it was not meant to be. A knot formed in my throat as the anxiety dampened my arousal a bit. I noticed that there were no girls amongst them. They were rowdy and noisy and did not seem to pay any attention to me as we passed them. I relaxed. Then out of the corner of my ear I heard what they were talking about "... wasn't that her?... puke girl?... from last night?... Yeah!... man she is hot... Yeah!... what a body... anybody know who she is?... I saw her around before... really?... are you sure?... how come no one noticed her before last night?..." It sent chills down my spine as I accelerated my pace to get as far from them as possible. Ben followed suit with a smirk on his lips, "well, well, well... aren't you the talk of the town today?" I punched him squarely on the shoulder as he laughed. "Iiiiiiik!" a shrill escaped my lips as Ben grabbed the hem of my dress lifting it above my knees and making the warm air move up my legs. "Don't!" I whispered hoping that the young men had not heard me. I looked towards them and was relieved to see that they were now too far to have heard me. "Be nice!" he retorted as he let go of the dress to caress me behind the knees thus fanning the flames of my passions back up a notch. I stopped walking enjoying his soft touch. "Let's go back to your place," I pleaded. "No, this is too much fun, come on!" With a few quick pumps of his hands on the wheels he whizzed away from me and I sped up to keep up with him. "Slow down!" Ben would not hear of it. I had never been outdoors without a bra and the quick pace made my breasts move all over the place. The friction of the soft fabric moving over my sensitive nipples was intense and the soft burning sensation had become almost painful by the time we approached the small restaurant just off campus. I was flushed from the effort and I tried to regain my breath as he finally slowed down about two blocks from where we were supposed to eat. "Ben!" He looked at me and quickly saw the reason for my distress. Due to the humidity and muggy atmosphere, I was already covered with a thin layer of sweat and my dress was now starting to stick to my body like a wet t-shirt. I was thankful for the darkness and for the fact that we were off campus. Hardly anyone walked the streets of this neighborhood at night in this sleepy college town but that did nothing to clam my nerves. I stepped into the alcove of the closest closed shop's entrance to make sure that no one would see me. Ben followed me in. "Ben! What are we going to do?" "Oh man you are so sexy!" That was not what I wanted to hear as I scanned the streets to make sure they were as deserted as usual. Ben reached up and started playing with the fabric of my dress. He was pulling it away from my chest and then would release it thus letting it spring back onto my skin. He seemed amused to see how the taut gumdrop shape of my erect nipples would push the fabric out as soon as he released the cotton. My mind was reeling in all directions. "What are we going to do? I can't go into the restaurant like that! We can't go back home now, everyone is out and about at this hour on campus," I breathed out in distress. Ben was too busy staring at my body to be concerned. He started caressing me through my wet dress and my body reacted without my knowledge or consent... Like a purring kitten, I pushed into his caress as if a magnet was attracting me to his hand. I relaxed for a moment and forgot about the predicament I was in as his hand traced my silhouette from my shoulder down to my breasts then to my stomach then to my butt. He did this slowly and tenderly two or three times. Then, he lowered his hands down to the hem of my dress and I panicked. A rush of adrenaline sent my heart racing. Everything came back to me with a jolt of fear. As he had done earlier that evening, he playfully grabbed the hem of my dress but this time I pushed him back violently. What a mistake! What a disaster! The flimsy material ripped apart. Ben, startled by my reaction, had held onto the dress. I had kicked his wheelchair back so violently that he began rolling back on the slightly slanted sidewalk. In an attempt to prevent his chair from rolling away too fast down the incline he had pulled back on the dress and it completely tore off. I was naked in the street without a stitch of closing. I lost my mind. I went crazy. Fear and flight took over. I bolted out of the alcove without aim or direction. Ben was in pursuit, trying to keep up with me as I ran erratically all over the place. "Sam! Sam!" he yelled after me. If I had slowed down and listened I would have heard that he wanted to give me his top to cover up. I was running so fast from shadow to shadow that he could not keep up with me. The fear and adrenaline kept me going for a few minutes and I soon found myself alone at the edge of our tiny town exhausted and out of breath. I was seeking refuge and the nearby woods seemed like a safe place to hide my nudity. I stepped off the road and hid in the thickest nearest bunch of bushes I could find to recover from my mad dash. I crouched down wrapping my arms around my legs making myself into a small ball and slowly started regaining my senses. I became aware of my surroundings as the leaves swayed with the winds and caressed my overheated skin. My knees were tucked under my chin my legs squished into my chest and my nipples felt like small pebbles pressed into my thighs. I was trying to center myself trying to get some form of composure after the terror had left my mind and body in complete disarray. Without awareness my hands began touching me to make sure that everything was still as it was supposed to be. Nothing seemed to be broken, no pain on contact, everything seemed ok. The examination was over but my hands kept moving all over me double-checking, triple-checking... Soon the touches for the purpose of a medical appraisal turned into caresses and heavy petting. My mind needed to be appeased and needed to feel good. Still squatting in the heavy bushes just on the edge of town, I parted my legs as one of my hands slowly made its way from my knee to my inner thigh. I stopped breathing in anticipation as my finger approached my pussy. I was shocked to realize that I was still so aroused. My pubic hair was completely drowned in the liquid goo that my eager sexual furnace had been producing all day long. My fingers played with my wet curls and pressed into my pubic mound as they neared the soft humid flesh of my engorged lips. It was so strange touching myself al fresco. The warm breeze and the open air blowing over my sweaty body were a constant presence exciting all the pores of my being. I parted my sex with my index and my middle finger enjoying the virgin sensation of the wind caressing my intimacy. "Mmmmm! Mmmm!" I savored the feeling. I was parting my lips as far apart as possible waiting and hoping for a stronger gust of wind to blow into me. But alas, the breeze was very shy that night and I could not get more than a timid flutter of air to stimulate my carnal desire. That would not be nearly enough to get me off. I slowly brought my other hand down to assist the wind. "Ooohh!" I nearly came on contact as my index touched my labia. The fever within was consuming my body and after a day filled with desire, a marathon of libidinous endurance, I needed to reach the climatic finish line. I proceeded to insert a finger into my wet opening. The fingertip was in as I pushed it in very slowly. I did not want to come until the finger was fully inserted. I was concentrating on breathing as the finger was providing the tactile contact I so desperately needed. "Crack!" popped a branch. Silence. I froze with my finger knuckle deep into my eager vulva. "Sam!? Sam!? Are you there?" yelled Ben a few yard away. My rescuer had found me and I needed him. I jumped out of the bushes startling him a bit before he could make out my silhouette in the moonlight. I was at his side in a second and I jumped into his arms and onto his lap. I began kissing him feverishly as I sat myself on his knees facing him. His wheelchair rolled back a few inches before being stopped by the root of a tree. "I want you. I need you now." I said between kisses as I raised myself straddling him on my knees. I lifted myself off of him to remove his pants. He was too surprised to say or do anything as I slid his pants and underwear down his legs. I got his cock hard in seconds and without any ceremony filled my starving pussy with his meat. "Mmmmm!" Ecstasy! I started to come the second the head of his penis passed the entrance of my love canal. I let go of my body and let myself drop onto him enjoying the sensation of being completely filled in an instant. The voluptuous release endured, sending ripple after ripple of pure delight throughout my entire being. I began humping his love-stick as if my life depended on it. I wanted to feel his penis expend and release its seed within me. It was fast and feral and I soon brought my man to a powerful climax that also triggered a second one for me too. We both collapsed holding onto each other. Ben felt the same way. He later told me that after the fear of losing me in the streets exposed to any number of potential dangers he had been so relieved to find me that the lust and desire I had provoked that entire day had all rushed back when he saw me running to him in the woods with my naked body reflecting the light of the silvery moon. Rescue Me Ch. 03 We slowly recovered from our sexual high. After some time we looked into each other's eyes and started laughing uncontrollably. What a strange set of events. More time passed and we started analyzing the situation. Ben had given me his t-shirt to cover up a bit. However, it was only 10pm and even though the sleepy college town would be deserted at that time of the night the campus would not be quiet for at least four or five more hours. There would be no way for us to make it back to our rooms without me being seen. What were we supposed to do until then? To be continued...