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Waiting for...

By: HankDolworth



D: Remember my instructions, if all goes smoothly be with you in an hour.

The vibration of my phone awoke me, interrupting a sensual dream. I blinked and picked up my phone and read the message, a tremble ran through my body. I stretched languidly banishing the cobwebs from my mind. Looking back at my phone I read the message again, the text less blurry, my reaction more intense. 

My side of the bed was a warm cocoon, its dreamy softness wrapping me in soft tendrils. I slid my hand to the other side and twisted onto my back. My nipples always hardened when I lie on my back, some deep Pavlovian response? or the sweet promise of his visit? I couldn't decide. I did know the opposite side of the bed was cold and vacant. I held myself still, feeling my aureole crinkle with desire. 

As my mind became fully awake, I read the text a third time. A sweet promise. I did remember his instructions, but I also had some options. I could stay in my warm crib and dream of his touch, or I could get up and take a shower, prepare myself for him — a clean fresh flower. 

I chose the latter, tossing the covers off hastily lest I reconsider. The cool morning air only exacerbated the delightful stiffness centered on by breasts, but I bravely sat up. Turning and settling my feet into my warm slippers I stood. In the chill of the morning, I was grateful for my warm full length nightgown. I quickly pulled the covers up, eradicating my soft cocoon and efficiently straightened the covers to match the cold stiffness of my husband's side. 

I walked softly, not sure why I wanted to be quiet. The house was empty, but I felt like I need to be quiet; to enjoy the stillness. I adjusted the thermostat, applying some heat to warm the cool still air in our room. Then I went to our bathroom. I stood before the mirror and pulled my sleeping gown over my head, tossing it behind me into the pile of laundry. I made a mental note to start a load. Later, there would be time later. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet my own in the mirror.

I let my eyes settle on my face, my blonde hair tousled from my sleep. My eyes a bit red, but fully awake, a slight twinkle glinted in the blue irises. I allowed my eyes to wander down my body. I reminded myself that I was a mother of two. I owned my past denial that had destroyed my youthful vigor, and allowed myself an honest assessment of my shape. Curvy would be too generous, years of taking care of others had left me flabby. I did see evidence of progress from my recent lifestyle change; watching calories closely and moving more. My hips seemed slimmer, and my belly flatter. Still a long way to go, I admitted to myself honestly. I was finding the confidence in the changes. knowing that I had control. I smiled at myself, finding my eyes and nodding an encouragement to myself.

Turning, I pulled a fresh towel off the shelf and hung it on the hook by the shower. I heard a buzz, and looked down at my phone where I'd placed it on the counter. A new message flashed on the screen. I turned on the water in the shower to heat up the stall as I read the text.

D: waiting room, thinking of you.

I smiled, he always made me feel like he was thinking of me. That was my David. I sent him a return text.

L: Showering, preparing for you.

I left the phone on the sink counter and opened the glass door, slipping into the steamy embrace of the sheeting water. My nipples still hard from the cool morning adjusted to the warm spray. I felt a yearning in my belly as they loosened, yet still warmly aroused. I focused on washing myself, preparing my soft skin for his touches. I lathered my hair with shampoo, then rinsed and smoothed in conditioner. As the conditioner settled into my follicles, I used a moisturizing soap to wash my body. Sliding the slippery suds over my skin, I yearned for his hands. I lost myself in a daydream, for only a moment, while I used my fingers to wash my mound, allowing a single finger to dwell. 

"Wait for him, Leah," I told myself, letting me hear my voice in my ears rather than letting the thought rattle in my brain.

I rinsed, allowing the suds to sluice down my body. I leaned my head back and rinsing the conditioner from my hair. I stood for a moment under the spray, collecting my thoughts. I went through his instructions in my head, and made a mental checklist of things to do in the minutes before his return.

"Too many minutes," I thought to myself.

With a slight luxury of time, I quickly shaved my legs. They didn't need it, but I wanted to be smooth as I could for him. Finally, I stilled the water coursing through the shower head, and opened the door. Lifting a small towel from the hook I rubbed it through my honey blonde tresses, then wrapped the towel into a loose turban. I reached for my larger towel, and rubbed my body, letting the towel soak up the dew drops of water that spattered across my skin. I left the towel on the hook, and walked back to the mirror. 

I wiped the mirror, clearing an oval of reflection in the foggy glass. I surprised myself with a sexy smirk on my face. I allowed myself a giggle, he always made me feel a few years younger. I checked the phone, "1 message waiting," it read. I clicked the button, and read his text.

D: I wish I could wash you, show you how treasured you are.

I felt a twinge in my core reading his sweet thought, then jumped as the phone buzzed in my hand. A new message appeared on the display.

D: In the chair, waiting for doc, then check out, then you.

I smiled as I read his status. He had planned for this meticulously. A dentist appointment in the morning, allowing himself extra time for me before he had to return to work. I appreciated his willingness to bend his schedule to indulge me. He always seemed to find pockets of time to fill me with his attention. I smiled and tapped back.

L: clean for you, my love, roses or violets?

I waited, eying my body lotion. I loved both the smells, but I knew his answer before his text appeared. I put the phone down and reached for the violet scented lotion. David hated roses.

D: Violet

I smiled and started applying the lotion to my moist skin, locking in the wet vapor and filling the room with the soft sweet smell of violets. I agreed with David, this scent was much better. I took it slowly, imagining the stimulation of my fingers all over my body were David's. When I finished, I stood and addressed my reflection. I checked the time on the face of my phone. Taking off my turban, I realized I didn't have the time to blow dry and prepare my hair. I pressed as much moisture from my tresses as possible. Then, using a simple rubber band, put my hair up into a high ponytail. I thought David would appreciate the simple utility of the style..

I checked myself in the mirror one last time, grabbed a dry towel from the rack along with my phone, and returned to my room. I spread the towel out in the center of the bed, per David's instructions. Then, bending naked, reached under my mattress to retrieve the props he required. I placed the nondescript shoe box on the edge of the bed, then turned and walked to my closet. 

My phone buzzed, D: Checking out, ready?

I pulled out a soft silky piece of negligee, a black camisole with a ruffle of lace across the top edge. I slipped it on swiftly, suddenly breathless in anticipation.

"L: Yes, dressed for you, and getting on the bed." I texted back.

I opened the box, and withdrew the two toys he requested; a small pink finger sized vibrator, and a longer blue flexible dildo. He had insisted on the colors, which always struck me as odd. I really wanted to order a dildo molded to the shape of his wonderful cock. He thought that was a bit too over the top, but he appreciated my gesture of intimacy. "Blue and pink are just what I want," he had said. I placed the two instruments on the edge of the towel, pointing toward the headboard. Then, phone in hand, climbed onto the bed, and placed my knees on the towel, and knelt. waiting.

L: In position, waiting for instructions, Master, I teased in my text.

I waited for his reply, feeling my pussy begin to melt. A warm molten feeling deep inside my as I rested my round buttocks on my heels. I held the phone in my hands, resting the back of my palms on my knees. I bowed my head, and tried to remember to breathe. I started a quick inventory of my body, reassuring myself that I'd forgotten none of his instructions.

D: In car, will be there in 15. Start pink softly, lips only. no clit.

I smiled, and texted back, "k," he knew my replies would be short from now on. He did require me to reply. I sent up a prayer for him. Texting and driving was a risk he took often, but always made me uneasy. 

I left the phone on the towel in front of me, and picked up the pink vibrator. and opened my knees, spreading myself open. I bowed my head, and closed my eyes, letting the fingers of one hand trace along my thigh. I imagined they were his fingers, as I found my mound with one hand, and slid the pink finger against my lips. Flicking the switch to 1, per his instructions. I shuddered inwardly as I heard the buzz attack my ears, and the low vibrations alight on my lips. I felt a feathery quiver deep inside me. My core melted, a feeling of warm honey filled my womb as I teased myself.

D: tease open the lips, Leah.

I did as he commanded, wondering how many stop lights were between him and home. If I knew I would count, I argued with myself. Counting would be cheating. Part of this game was the uncertainty, the willing surrender to his commands. I trusted that he knew how to fulfill my desires, even more than myself. I wormed the tip of the pink vibe between my nether lips, feeling them engorge with stimulation and peel open. I felt my wetness slip down between my folds as I ran the tingling tip up and down.

D: reply?

His reminder chastened me, I knew he loved seeing the feedback of his remote commands. I lifted the phone in one hand, and typed with one thumb.

L: k, yes, feel good, need u here.

D: no clit, Leah.

I frowned, he must have typed that as he was waiting. Was it a punishment for not texting back? or teasing me making me need him more? Regardless, the result was the same, I suddenly needed to feel the buzz on my clit, and I bit my lip trying to control myself from disobeying. I texted back.

L: yes master, i obey, 

I let the pink nib run up and down my petals, feeling them open with each swipe. I left a healthy margin as I lifted the buzzing nub, forcing myself not to make a mistake. 

D: good girl, L, now inside you. no clit still, slow insertion.

L: yess -- I texted my thumb becoming a bit unsteady. 

I slid the pink cylinder between my folds, inserting it deeply. Engaging my muscles and holding it inside me. I waited, antsy, hands on my knees, feeling the ache building in my core. So delicious, I licked my lips, wetting them. I had to remind myself to breath.

D: on 2, L. enjoy your breasts.

L: yes, Mastr 

I tapped out, and dropped the phone, and flicked the vibrator's switch up a notch.

I slid my hands under the silk of my top and grabbed my heavy breasts, lifting them sensuously. The orbs weighing in my palms, as I ran my thumb and finger along the outside of my stiff nipples. I wondered absently when they had become so hard, until I touched them. I pinched them both with my fingers and moaned. I shuddered inside, my voice seemingly too loud for my quiet nest. My hips began to rock as the vibrations settled into my core. Small circular motions, squeezing the plastic rod buried inside.

I fumbled for the phone, L: hury,Dav i ned u, my text betraying my need.

D: lol I'll be there soon, L, hold on baby.

k was my frustrated reply, he knew he had me, he was so cocky. It only made me need him more. 

It had to have been twenty minutes, but a look to the time told me it was shorter. Trying to do the math in my head cooled my senses. The math was too hard, was he four minutes away, or seven? I couldn't think as I kept kneading my breasts, my pussy trying to milk the pink vibrator.

D: blue, mouth, hands behind head. near.

I tapped out a, "k, ty" then hurriedly grabbed the blue dildo. I hungrily ran my tongue over the tip, licking it like it was David's own cock. Wanting to show him, I was a good girl. His girl. His good girl. I sucked the blue dick, then held it in my mouth with my lips sealed around it. I lifted my hands behind my head,weaving my fingers together behind my neck. I felt my breasts lift as I positioned my arms, holding my elbows out from my body. My tongue circled the head of the blue cock, my senses tuned to trying to give David the pleasure I was feeling.

The distraction of the dildo lessened the need I felt deep in my core, but the buzzing vibration kept building the heat. I felt drips of my need slither down my thighs as I rose my butt up off my heels. I slid them back down, aping a delicious ride. Oh, how I wanted his cock in me.

I heard a ring tone, bringing me out of my fantasy and into the present. In my state I did not recognize the number, and steeled myself. I picked up the phone, pressed a button and held it to my ear. 

"This is Leah," I managed, trying to keep the lust from my words.

"Put the dildo back in, Leah," his voice commanded lowly.

"Yes Mast...urgh..." I said holding the dildo in one hand and the phone in the other.

"Speaker, Leah," came the next command, and I instantly complied placing the phone on the sheets in front of me. A sense of relief pouring through my body.

"ohh davah," I moaned into the phone.

"I'm almost there, I couldn't wait until I got home to hear your voice," David explained, "You're doing so good."

I could only moan as I mouth fucked his blue cock, his pink finger deep in me, goading me up the hill of passion. I was lost hearing his voice, a voice that triggered a lust filled response in the pit of my being. I was his, I would do whatever he asked.

"I'm unlocking my door, take out the dildo, Leah."

The dildo fell out of my mouth with a wet plop, as I spoke needily, "David I want you in me now, hurry."

"I need to get undressed, lover, how close are you?"

"Too close," huffed, trying to hold off my peak.

"Take out the vibe, Leah. Now!" his cool command compelled me to, and I pulled the vibe from my slit. It lay on the towel buzzing loudly.

"Turn it off, Leah." He said, lust filling his voice, "I'm in my room, pulling down my pants."

I imagined his cock freeing from his trousers, and could see it bouncing as he hopped towards his bed, Oh David, let me taste it."

"You can baby, take it in your mouth," he said, "I'm here now, ready for you."

"Mmm..". was my reply, grabbing the blue cock, and making hungry cock sucking noises into the phone, "You taste so good baby, I need you in me."

"On your hands and knees, pet," David commanded, "Put me inside you."

I lowered my head to the bedspread, my breasts pressing into the edge of the towel. The slight difference between textures felt oddly stimulating as I brought David's blue cock between my legs, pushing the head of the dildo between my pouting lips.

"Oh yes, please, fill me," I moaned into the phone.

"I'm sliding deep into you, slowly filling you," I said softly, a hunger in his tone.

I felt him slide into me as I forced the dildo inch by inch into my cunt. I hungered for more, and he knew it. I knew he was pausing letting my hunger build as he listened to my breaths pant into the speaker.

"Pink, Leah. Clit, Leah," the commands came quickly, and I knew he was right with me. I knew that we'd soon consummate our tryst. I hungered for it, and grabbed the pink rocket and fired it on. Placing it on my clit, with David's blue dildo buried inside me.

"Can you feel it inside," David asked huskily, "does is make my cock vibrate?"

He knew that it did, he knew that it drove me crazy. I knew he wanted me to say it outloud.

"Oh yess... it's buzzing it, making my inside jelly," I panted, "fuck me David, fuck me with your big fat cock"

I was on overdrive, I needed his fast furious fucking more than I needed to breathe. My breaths poured out of me, catching as I held my breath wanting to feel each distracting tingle inside of me.

"Then take it, Leah," David grunted, and I could tell he was pulling on his cock in time with my thrusts. "Take my cock, feel me fuck you. Oh so fast, so hard, baby. Fucking you hard. Me behind your round ass. Feel my hands grabbing you? Pulling you back onto my dick? Feeding your hungry cunt my steel?"

"Oh yes, David!" I exclaimed, into the phone, "Fuck me, use me, I'm yours, I'm your bitch, your hungry bitch, I'm your slut, FUCK!"

"Yes baby, I own you, body and soul," David panted, "I own your cunt, your tits, you ass. I'm going to fill you up, I'm close baby."

"David, make me cum," I pleaded, "I need to cum!, NOW, let me CUM, FUCK ME DAVID FUCK ME"

My voice sounded so absent of me, but my arousal only cycled higher hearing the curses flow from my mouth. I needed him to tell me, to command me, to allow me. I needed release, but only when he spoke the words would I allow myself to feel it.

"Cum Leah. Cum now." He said, then let loose his hungry moans and groans.

I let loose, exploding. My voice hoarse with my screams of passion. Incoherent I vocalized my orgasm, as I heard him exclaim his own. I wanted to feel his cum jet into me, but imagined his ropes spurting over his trembling body. The image brought another ripple into my core, my clit exploded in a secondary orgasm, and I again lost the ability to speak, only to moan.

We both went silent, only breaths, then I giggled. A throating womanly giggle, but still a giggle.

"Oh god, baby, I love when you giggle," David said softly, wrapping himself around me with his voice. "I know that you've really cum when I hear that sexy giggle."

"Oh David, I want to feel you next to me," I cried, "I know I'm being too needy, but I want to feel your breath in my ear, I want to touch your chest as it rises and falls."

"I know baby," David said, "I want it too, but we can't. You know that, love."

"I know," I admitted, then wished I hadn't brought it up, I knew he'd continue, he'd have to explain. That is who he was, I hated it! It was why I loved him.

"It's too far, and we risk too much," David explained, trying to be a comfort, but only causing more deep rending sorrow, "If he knew? If she found out? What about our children? I know this is incomplete, but it's safer. It's acceptable risk. I love you, Leah. All of you, all of who you are."

"I know, baby, I love you too." I said softly rolling onto my back. I switched the phone from speaker to headset, and held it to my ear, so I could hear his last few words deeply, letting them soak into my soul.

"I don't know what will happen in the future," he tried to console me, "but right now, know this, know that I love you, Leah."

"I do, I never doubt it David," I sighed, feeling the normalcy of life coming like a freight train. Our interludes were always too short.

"I have to go baby, I wish I could stay and hold you," David said.

I could hear him moving. I knew he was dressing and moving about. He was always so busy, so many things happened in his life. I felt happy he made time for me, but guilty as well. It was such a weird relationship, I loved him deeply, though we'd never met.

"I love you too, David," I finally allowed my words to escape my lips, knowing they soon be silent again. I could feel my house surround me with its emptiness. "Knock them dead in your meeting, Lover."


Waiting for...



"Thanks, Babe, I love you," David said and made a kissing noise, then clicked off.

I dropped the phone on the bed, and rolled into a ball. Then I crawled over to the cold sterile side of my husband's end of the bed. I pulled back the covers, and slid my body, damp with the exertion of my masterbation, between his sheets. I covered myself and inhaled his scent, turning my face into his pillow, I surrounded my senses with him. 

"I need to tell Robert," I thought to myself, "I need to tell him I need his arms around me, I need him to love me, to make love to me. Like David does."

Well I wouldn't tell him that last part. I smiled as I remembered David's magic touch, and let myself fall asleep between my husband, Robert's, sheets. 



Waiting for a Friend



A little history...

 When I was 18, I saw an older man, must have been in his forties, fuck my sister, who was nineteen. I came home from school early one day and there they were, in the living room, going at it. 

 Ellen, that was her name, made me promise not to tell our parents. I promised and we never spoke of it again. I did however, think about it, on and off during the following years, if you know what I mean.

 I celebrated my forty-second birthday about two weeks ago and still occasionally think about that. I've never married, but I have had many girlfriends. Some were my age, but mostly they've been younger than me. For some unknown reason, younger women seem to like me. I'm not particularly good looking. I'm balding and I have what can best be described as a mildly brash personality. I'm kind of loud and my mouth tends to have a mind of its own. Or, rather, it tends to speak my mind without going through any sort of filters. 

 Why did I tell you about that afternoon in my younger years? Probably because it has been a bit of a sexual obsession of mine since then, if you haven't figured that out yet. The idea of an older man having sex with a younger woman turns me the fuck on, and now I finally am that older man. 

 Depending on your own age while reading this, at forty-two I either reached "older man" status a long time ago, or I'm not even close to being "older". That doesn't really matter. What mattesrs is how I feel about it and I feel that I have now reached the age that I always imagined that hairy dude who was fucking my sister was.

 In my mind, that means that I now need to fuck as many eighteen year old women as possible. To be truthful, though, while eighteen would be nice, at this point in my life, anyone between eighteen and about thirty will do.

 My story...

 This brings me to the beginning of my story, which happened last weekend. I'm a disc jockey at a rock radio station and once a month I work weekends. This was one of those weekends, and by the time I got out of the station, I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home, but a buddy of mine called and said he really needed to talk. He asked if we could hit the Lion and Whistle pub downtown, a place we'd been in the past, but not recently.

 This particular friend has had a history of relationship problems and he's been there when I've needed him, so I agreed. 

 I walked in and looked around. He wasn't there yet, so I ordered myself a Jameson. That was usually my starting drink. I don't have many of them, but I like to start with a whiskey. 

 By the time I had my second Ketel One (vodka always followed Whiskey), I had an inkling that perhaps he wasn't going to be showing up and I started to get a little ticked off. That was when I noticed her. It was hard not to.

 She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen and she had bright pink and purple hair. She was alone, and my mind instantly went places the minds of forty-two year old men shouldn't go when they see a girl of that age. Why was she alone, I thought? Was she, too, waiting for someone? 

 She noticed me at that point. Our eyes met and we gave each other a polite smile and nod. I felt a little awkward so I turned away and ordered another vodka. I downed it pretty quickly and looked back. Her eyes were still on me, as if they had never left. 

 By vodka number four, I had gathered up the courage to walk over.

 "You seem to be alone", I yelled over the music. "Are you waiting for someone?"

 "I was, but my bitch girlfriend seems to be taking her sweet, fucking time," she said. "We were supposed to meet at 8:30". 

 I looked at my phone. It was 9:12. 

 "Same here," I yelled. "A buddy of mine was supposed to meet me here at about 8:00."

 Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold started playing and her head began bobbing when the drums fired up. 

 "Like this song?", I asked. It was a couple of years old, but was in our current rotation at the station. In fact, I'm pretty sure that on weeknights, when the deejay is off, this bar has our radio station on. 

 "Fuck, yeah"

 "Me too. You a metal head?"

 "Pretty much. I like other shit like dubstep 'n' stuff, but I'm mostly into metal. All kinds of metal."

 "Nice," I said.

 "'Disturbed' is my current favorite," she said. A band we play on a regular basis. 

 As she said that, I felt her foot touching mine. My face got a little inquisitive. 

 "Fuck, they let me in the bar so I'm at least eighteen," she said. 

 "No, no," I said. "I was just ... oh I don't know what I was..."

 Her foot moved up to my calf. 

 "I'm twenty-three. Does that make you feel any better."

 "License and registration, ma'am," I said, jokingly.

 Despite my joking tone, she pulled out her driver's license. I looked at it and then at her, as if I was a cop. She was indeed twenty-three. In fact her birthday was last week. 

 "Happy birthday," I said. 

 "Fuck off."

 We smiled at each other and her leg rose from my calf to my thigh. I was starting to get a bit of a boner. 

 "Do you want another drink," I asked, my eyes pointing at her empty beer glass.

 Her hand moved to her blouse and she traced a finger from just below her throat down into her cleavage. She had smallish breasts, but from my vantage point they'd fit nicely into my hands. 

 "No, but I do want to taste your cum."

 That turned my 'bit of a boner' into a full-fledged, raging hard-on. 

 The next five minutes were a bit of a blur, but we ended up in an alley not far from the bar. There was a streetlamp about 20 yards away. It cast a little bit of light our way, enough to barely see each other, but not enough to let anyone else know we were there. Not unless they were within whispering distance anyway. 

 It was a cool fall evening but even so, without speaking, she unzipped her jeans, wriggled them down to her ankles, hiked up her blouse and leaned forward slightly against the brick wall, offering herself to me from behind.

 Without saying a word, I unzipped my fly, got my cock out through my underwear and quickly slipped on a condom. 

 I put my hand between her legs, sliding my index and middle fingers from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, to determine her level of 'readiness'. She was 'ready' all right. Fuck, she was nearly dripping. 

 I slipped my fingers inside of her cunt and felt her welcome me, nearly pulling my hand inside. I finger fucked her for a few seconds and she let out soft moans as I did. 

 "Mmmmm," as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. 

 "Nghhhhh," as I slid my fingers out. 

 She pushed her ass towards me as I removed my fingers, wanting me to slip them back inside. I obliged. 

 "Your cock," she breathed. "Inside me. Now."

 I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and inserted myself into her. Even through the condom, her pussy warmed my penis, which, unused to the outdoors, was a bit chilled.

 I slowly began to thrust into her, both my hands on her beautiful round, young ass to steady myself.

 "Unhhhh," she groaned as I slowly increased the pace. 

 Suddenly, I realized I needed to feel her with my hand. I positioned one hand on the wall we were fucking against to steady myself and with the other I began to explore. I went to her pubic area and realized she was completely clean shaven. 

 I took a break from thrusting and instead pushed my cock deep inside and wriggled around a little as I felt her mound and went for her clit. She seemed to like this. I stimulated her clit while wriggling my cock inside her for a while, but soon it became clear that she needed to have have my hard shaft go in and out of her pussy again.

 I fucked her and moved my hand up her belly to her chest. Her tits felt good. They were, as I'd imagined earlier in the bar, a perfect handful. What I hadn't imagined was how firm and pert they'd feel... and her nipple, oh her nipple. It was hard and it was perfect. 

 I moved my hand from breast to breast, cupping them and taking her nipples between my thumb and index finger, which still had a little pussy juice on it. 

 I was about at the tipping point and she seemed to be as well.

 "Fuck me hard," she half-whispered, half-grunted.

 She began letting out short, sharp "uh" sounds and I could tell I was about to make her cum. 

 "Uh. Fuck. Uh. Fuck. Uh. Fuck," she let out. 

 "Mmmmm, yeah. Fuck. Ahhh. Oh. Fuck. Me. Har. Der."

 "I'm. Going. To. Cum," she said rhythmically.

 Then, she did.

 "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

And, with that, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

My first spurt came inside the condom, inside her cunt. Then I quickly pulled out and pulled off the condom and finished cumming on her ass. 

Using my cock I rubbed my semen into her ass cheeks, then with my hands I spread my warm creamy cum up under her blouse and around her back.

"Fuck, that was nice," I said.

"Yeah," she agreed. 

Then, she stood up, pulled up her jeans, straightened her blouse and walked away. I stood there stunned for a few seconds before zipping myself up. 

That was the last time I ever saw her. Although, I have thought about her since, if you know what I mean.



Waiting For A Ride...



Waiting For A Ride In The Park

Saturday afternoon and we had gone site seeing in New York, we decided to take a ride through central park as the day was beautiful and the temperature was just right. As we were waiting for the carriage I stood beside you, slowly you slide your arm around my waist as I slip mine around you, as I softly work it into your back pocket to get my hand on your ever so fine ass.

The feel of your tight ass in my hand just excites me to no end, grabbing at it gently as you shutter from surprise, as you weren't expecting me to grab it as I did. Gently your hand begins to caress my ass, as the feel of your hand sends erotic chills through me, whispering softly in my ear. 

"Oh baby I want you!" whispering softly in my ear. 

You look at me with that look of desire in your eyes, bending to kiss me as our tongues search for one another when they meet they dance in circles with one another wildly, our hands begin to ravish one another. As you gently kiss my neck and I run my nails up and down your back, our breathing deepens. 

"Oh god we can't do this now!" you moan in a soft sexy tone

"Why not honey?" 

"Simply because I want you so badly that if this goes any farther now, I am not going to be able to control myself."

"Baby its alright we are all alone here, if you want me then take me!" my hand finds its way to that hard bulge inside your jeans.

"Fuck, you know what your doing to me don't you?" you reply as your hands run over my ass.

"Oh hell yes I do, don't fight it baby, let me do this for you" I reply softly, lowering myself to my knees.

Opening your jeans lowering them over your hips your member springs free, taking it into my hand stroking it gently, teasing the tip with my tongue every so often taking the head into my mouth encircling it with my tongue lightly. 

"Good god girl what are you doing, don't you start something you can't finish!!" a sudden moan escapes you from the feel of my hand.

Stroking it a little harder now making it hardens even more as your hips move to the every move I make, your moans growing louder.

"Get up here, I'm warning you if you don't I can't be held responsible for what's going to happen!"

Standing up with you, kissing my neck, your hands work their way onto my breasts cupping them gently moaning in unison as I stroke your hard mass gently now, as my pussy gets so wet and its begging for you. 

Slowly you work your hands down my stomach and into my skirt as it finds its magic spot, my head throws back as you slip one finger onto my hot screaming clit massaging it gently in small circles as our moans get louder now, our passions and desires take total control now as we cant control ourselves anymore. 

As you raise my skirt, picking me up and I wrap my legs around your waist as you lean me against the wall behind us, kissing passionately.

"Oh I cant stand this anymore I need you now, Fuck me baby!" as you slide my thong to the side, entering that hard mass into my hot wet pussy.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSS BABY THAT'S RIGHT GIVE IT TO ME I WANT IT ALL BABY!!" 

"Oh you like that baby?" 

"Oh god yes don't stop!!" as suddenly you feel my nails dig deeper and my pussy clamping down hard on that cock. 

"My baby's going to cum isn't she?" "Oh yes she is, as a loud scream escapes me this time as you feel me cum and your cock and balls tighten as you scream.

" Baby your going to make me cum for you right now!" as you throw your head back as you shoot your hot load into my hot wet hole. 

As you finish I wrap my arms around you and hold you close to me as you shake gently trying to calm back down. When we are completely finished we get back together. 

"Now baby how about that ride!" 

"Oh you want to ride again?" I ask in a devious voice.

"Hell yeah, don't you baby?"

"Well we shall have to see!" I reply softly whispering in your ear.

The carriage arrives you help me to get in, sitting next to me your arm around my shoulders, I snuggle in close to you, my hand resting on your thigh, my nails moving slowly over your inner thigh.

Your body shifts slightly to try to get away from my nails as they are causing your member to react.

"Stop, don't do this please don't do this." You whisper.

"Don't do what baby?" I reply devilishly.

"God damn it girl you've done it to me again, now your going to have to fix this!!"

"Let me have that thing baby, I can't get enough of it!!"

The driver hears all that's being said, he keeps looking back although he doesn't realize that we've seen him, the more he looks back the louder we get.

"Would you like to watch?" I ask the driver in a seductive tone.

"Oh I would indeed if you don't mind!!" he replies.

"Baby, do you mind if he watches us?"

"Hell no I don't, you know I love being watched!!"

The carriage stops in the middle of the park, the driver joins us in the back, taking your cock out of your jeans his eyes widen to the size of it, taking it into my mouth, inch by inch slowly so he could see all that was going on, his cock hardens in his pants, rubbing it firmly yet gently as my tongue works over the tip of your member, up and down your shaft, his hands rubbing his manhood faster.

"You like watching her suck my cock don't you?" 

"Oh I'm sorry yes I do, she looks so Hot doing that, god how I would love to feel something like that!!" the driver replies in a soft moan.

"Why don't you just take it out and stroke it while she sucks me."

"That wouldn't bother you if I did?" he asks.

"Fuck no and if anything it will turn her on even more, she loves to watch me when I do it!"

Opening his pants slowly his erect cock is released, taking it into his hand stroking it gently, his breathing deepens as he watches me working your cock, knowing he's enjoying what he's watching your voice gets louder.

"Oh yeah baby suck my cock!" your head lies back as your hips raise, fucking my mouth slowly.

Looking over at the driver while I work your cock, sucking it harder and faster, he strokes harder his moans get progressively louder.

"Baby why don't you help the poor guy out, he's just about busting a nut over there from watching you, and besides I want to fuck you sooo hard I want your ass this time baby!!"

Moving off your cock, I slowly move over in front of him, winking as I reach to touch his cock, his body jumps as he screams.

"Do it baby, he wants it so badly, wrap that hot mouth of yours around his cock, let me watch you suck him off while I fuck your sweet ass!!"

Positioning myself in front of you, raising my skirt you remove my thong handing it to the driver, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock teasing it gently with my tongue, I thought he would come unglued as I sucked his shaft deeper into my mouth, my tongue running up and down every inch of it, dragging my teeth over the tip gently, he holds my head as he starts to fuck my mouth, holding my head his hips piston his shaft in and out of my mouth faster.

My ass bare and presented to you, standing behind me teasing my asshole with the head of your cock, pushing back at it I wanted it in my ass so badly, you take it away but only for a moment.

"COME ON BABY FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME LIKE THE NAUGHTY LITTLE BITCH I AM!!"

Your cock pushes at my asshole once again, entering it slowly, I hear you moaning as you push deeper inside me.

"Oh fuck baby your ass is soooooo fucking tight!!"

"Don't stop, fuck me harder I want to feel it all filling my asshole!!"

Your pace picks up as you hold my hips pulling me onto your rigid throbbing member, slamming it in and out of me, I suck his cock harder and faster holding a firm grip on the base of his cock, his thrusts in my mouth, get harder and faster, taking him into my throat, making it hard for me to breath, The crowd of people who have stopped to watch is unbelievable.

His cock swells in my mouth as I feel his body tense and his balls tighten, as his head throws back.

"OHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSS PLEASE DON'T STOP NOW!! He screams as I slowly begin to release the grip on his cock.

Feeling my orgasm growing closer, it rips through me like a knife through tape my body shakes sucking his cock harder still as he explodes his hot cum into the back of my throat, shot after shot all I can do is swallow not missing any, sucking his shaft one last time, getting all that's left for me to get, his body jumps as I lick his cock clean.

"AAAAHHHHHH FUCK IT'S MY TURN BABY, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMMM!!" You scream out as your body tenses

With one last hard thrust I feel your cock explode inside my ass, filling it with all your hot cum, slowly it begins to leak down my leg, my body shivers from the excitement. The driver looks at you and smiles.

"Would you mind if I cleaned her up?" he asks you.

"I don't if she doesn't!!" 

I sit on the seat, the driver takes my legs putting them over his shoulders, his tongue licking my pussy from my clit to my asshole, licking and sucking at my asshole wanting to suck your cum out of me, kneeling on the side of me on the seat, taking your cock into my mouth sucking and licking it clean, massaging your balls gently, taking each one into my mouth sucking and licking them gently.

The driver dives his tongue deep inside my pussy finding a special spot working it slowly, exploring my insides completely, locking my hands behind his head pushing his face deeper into my mound.

"OHHHHHH YOU SON OF A BITCH DON'T YOU STOP NOW!!" my pussy grinding into his mouth, as my pussy clamps down on his tongue, pushing me over the edge one last time. 

As we come to a finish, getting myself back together as they did as well, the driver looks at us winking.'

"Thank you for the wonderful afternoon, this ride will cost you nothing, you've already paid for it!" 



Waiting for Alice



This is meant to be the third part of a series. The first installment was Wrestling on the Third Date and the second was Hiking With Nicole. This story should stand alone but please refer to those for the back story.

We were laying in bed after sex one Wednesday night when Nicole sprung yet another surprise on me. It started like this:

"Do you have any bi-sexual tendencies?" Nicole asked.

As usual she caught me off-guard. You would think that after four months of sex together she wouldn't be questioning my sexuality. I was quite sure I was heterosexual. Like the old soap commercials, I would say at least 99 and 44/100% sure. Me, I would never rule anything out completely, but I gave her the answer I always gave whenever questions like this came up. "All I know is that whenever I have sex, I need to be the only man in the room." I was hoping that put to rest any questions about my sexuality. Nicole didn't say anything else for several seconds, so I added, "Why, do you?"

We were lying naked, her head on my chest, and her leg draped over mine. She began to idly run her hand across my chest hairs. "I've experimented once or twice," she said.

I forced myself not to seem overly excited at the thought. "Oh," I said as casually as I could, trying and failing to keep my previously flaccid penis from springing back to attention. I was hoping she would start giving details on her own, but she didn't say anything else, so I tried to keep the conversation going. "Do you want to... talk about it?" I asked.

"Well," Nicole said, shifting her position so that her pussy rested firmly against my thigh, "One time in college I got drunk with one of my girlfriends, and one thing led to another, and we fooled around a bit." I could feel her ever-so-subtly press herself against my thigh.

I was waiting, hoping for more detail, but she stayed silent. What do I do? Do I prod her along? One of my girlfriends, long ago, told me about a threesome that a previous boyfriend had all but coerced her into. She told me that she was put off by the way that any man she would confess it to would start pressing her for details and be practically drooling over the thought of it. I had to play it cool, I kept telling myself. "Wow," I said.

"Yeah," Nicole said, and for a moment I thought that the conversation was over, but then she continued, "She was five foot nine and blonde, just gorgeous. I had never been attracted to another woman before. We were talking and laughing, and it just sort of... happened. Suddenly we were making out... our hands were exploring our bodies... it was amazing. We never went beyond kissing and touching," Nicole said, her subtle humping of my thigh becoming less subtle, "But I used to think about her all the time when I was married, especially towards the end. I would picture her face while I was with my husband because he wasn't doing it for me anymore."

I turned my head and squinted at her out of the corner of my eye. "Do you think about her while we're together?" I asked.

Nicole craned her neck and kissed me on the cheek. "No," she said, "I definitely don't need any help with you around."

Happy with her answer, I went back to staring contentedly at the ceiling, feeling Nicole's weight on my body as she idly stroked my chest hair and slowly ground her pussy against my thigh. 

Nicole wasn't done talking, though. "The other time started just a few months before I met you," she said.

"Mmm hmm," I mumbled idly, and then her words sank in. Started? As in didn't finish? "Wait," I said, turning my head to peer at her sideways again, "Do you mean that you've been with a woman recently, and you're still seeing her?"

Nicole didn't answer right away; she pressed herself against my thigh a few more times with more urgency. "I met her at the gym," Nicole said, "Her name is Alice. We were working out together late one night, and we ended up in the locker room. We were the last two people there. She stripped out of her workout clothes and she had the most amazing body. I was just staring at her. She must have noticed and without a word she came up to me and kissed me." As she spoke Nicole moved both of her hands. Her left hand went between her legs, and I could feel her rubbing her clit between my thighs. Her right hand was slowly stroking my cock, which had gotten hard while she was telling her story. "Since then it's never moved much beyond that. If we find ourselves alone we'll steal a kiss or maybe fondle each other a little. The whole thing is exhilarating. The naughtiness of it all, the fear of getting caught. I get so hot just thinking about it." Nicole lifted herself up slowly, positioning herself above my cock. I could feel the wet spot she left on my leg. She slid into me easily, taking my entire length into her, and then began to slowly ride me. "Anyway," she said, "The other night we were riding the stationary bikes together and I told her about you and what a great fuck you are, and she said she'd like to meet you. Are you interested?"

I stared at her incredulously. Nicole kept on riding me as though she confesses to bi-sexuality and invites her boyfriend to meet her girlfriend every day. I thought about the old Seinfeld episode. I wasn't sure if I could be THAT guy. I would need to get new carpeting. I smiled despite myself, and thought of a question that I wanted to ask first. "This Alice," I said, "Do you know if she's bi-sexual like you, or is she a lesbian?"

Nicole stopped moving, lost in thought. "Actually, she never said anything I could take either way," she said, resuming her slow but steady riding of my cock, "She seemed interested when I was describing you to her. She never mentioned to me anything about past relationships, male or female."

So, she could be a lesbian, wanting Nicole all to herself, and hoping to check out her competition, I thought. Another piece of pop culture came into my head. This time it was the movie Hot Shots. I met someone else. Is it another woman? Because I just couldn't compete. No, of course you couldn't. I really liked Nicole but her admission to bi-sexuality threw some doubt on our future relationship. I had always been a strict monogamist, even when my marriage was going poorly. Although Nicole and I had never discussed being exclusive, I frankly hadn't given a thought to anybody else since we started dating, while Nicole was carrying on a clandestine relationship with a woman from the gym. Isn't that what happened to Ross and his first wife on Friends? If Nicole and I ended up together... long term... would she always be looking to have a woman on the side? Would I be able to handle it? This stuff all seemed too heavy for the moment, especially while she was fucking me. I agreed to meet Alice, and Nicole said she would invite her out to dinner with us on Saturday night. Once it was all settled, Nicole picked up the pace and brought us both to orgasm.

I left Nicole's apartment early the next morning to go to work, and didn't speak to her again for the rest of the week. Of course, I couldn't stop thinking about what Nicole had told me. I wondered about this Alice, and if she was a lesbian trying to keep Nicole to herself, or even if she was bi-sexual and that we wouldn't hit it off. Was my relationship with Nicole running its course? Those couple of days were quite an emotional roller-coaster, alternately thinking that I was about to embark on a sexual adventure that would make me the envy of all of my male friends, and then that my relationship Nicole was going to crash and burn because she fell for a lesbian that wants to take her away from me.

Nicole called me Saturday morning. "Hey," she said, "Are you still up for tonight?"

I swallowed. "Sure," I said, mustering up as much confidence as I could.

"Great," Nicole said, "I have to go to the office in the afternoon, so I'll just meet you guys at the restaurant. I told Alice that we'll meet at Wednesday's at 6pm."

"Okay," I said, "I'll be there."

I didn't have my daughter, so I ran some errands in the morning, and tried to keep myself occupied in the afternoon. I bounced from one hobby to the next, just trying to keep my mind off of my growing anxiety and apprehension. Oh, the fear of the unknown. Was this going to be one of the most memorable nights of my life? Was it going to be because it was great or awful?

It was a hot July day, so as the time approached I dressed in jeans, a Beatles t-shirt, and left a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned on top of it. I do dress to impress, don't I? It was still really early so I found myself pacing nervously around my apartment for a while, waiting to get to the time where I could leave for the restaurant and only be 15 minutes early. Finally I just wandered out into my car and drove over to the restaurant, lingering in the car for five more minutes, musing about the path that my life has taken. I took a deep breath and got out of my car, and walked into the restaurant. It was one of those family chain restaurants, dark and noisy and trying to create its own 'atmosphere' to set it apart from all of the other places trying to do the exact same thing.

I walked in and asked for a table for three. It turned out that the restaurant was still half empty. Most people were still at the beach or doing whatever they do in the summer, so I told them I would wait until everyone was there before sitting down. They offered me a seat at the bar, but since I don't drink I would've felt silly sitting there. I sat down in the waiting area and tried to look as serene as I could while staring out into the parking lot looking for Nicole or somebody that might have been Alice.

Nicole shared my gift for punctuality, which was one of the reasons why I liked her so much, so when six came and went I started to worry that she got stuck at work. Finally about five minutes after six Nicole arrived, dressed to kill in a tight gray knee-length skirt and black stockings, and a white blouse with a gray jacket. Her long brown hair, which she usually wore in a pony tail, was loose and cascading down her shoulders. I greeted her at the door and she kissed me hello, and I realized only then that Nicole was wearing 4 inch heels so that we were practically eye to eye.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck at the office," Nicole said, "I came straight from work."

"I see that," I said, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. I would say that you came straight from the beach," Nicole said, "But I know that for you this is practically a tuxedo. Is Alice here yet?"

"I don't think so," I said, "I was looking for a single woman but... you know..." I trailed off, partly because I didn't know what to say and partly because I realized that Nicole wasn't even listening, looking past my shoulder and into the restaurant for any sign of Alice.

"I don't see her," Nicole said, still looking over my shoulder. "Well, let's sit down. I'm sure she'll be here soon." We went up to the hostess and got a booth in a relatively quiet corner. Nicole sat across from me, which left me wondering which side Alice would sit on once she arrived. We carried on idle conversation about our days, but we were both so preoccupied with waiting for Alice that we were barely listening to each other. Nicole kept looking all around, and I did too, even though I had no idea what to look for. I didn't think to ask Nicole for a better description and she didn't offer one.

We lapsed into an uneasy silence. I sat facing away from the door, so eventually I gave up turning around to look every five seconds for somebody I wouldn't recognize anyway, and just watched Nicole as she kept an eye out for her. Once every minute or so Nicole would catch my eye and smile nervously. I felt a rush of affection for her. We had been together for four months now, and I guess I was starting to wonder what was going to happen with us. My disaster of a marriage was starting to fade into memory, finally, but I held onto a firm vow that I would never marry again. Nicole shared a similar viewpoint after her failed marriage. So, what were we? Were we just going to fuck ourselves silly until we got tired of it and moved on to other people? Were we going to move on to a long term relationship, and if marriage was out of the question, at least live together? Finding out that Nicole was bi-sexual was thrilling to the part of me that just wanted the sexual part of our relationship, but alarming to the part of me that was hoping that Nicole and I would be together for a long time. Would tonight be the start of something new and exciting, or the beginning of the end of our relationship?

We were probably waiting for Alice for 15 minutes by this point. I managed to resist fiddling with my iPhone so I didn't know what time it was. Finally Alice arrived. I could see by the way that Nicole's face lit up. I felt a strange pang of jealousy, thinking that I never saw her face like that when she saw me. I turned around to see who was approaching. My impression of her came in a series of single-word descriptions. Tall. Blonde. Built. Young. Nicole leapt up to greet her and I did the same. She was wearing a flowing blue blouse that was semi-transparent so that I could clearly see her bra underneath, and a frilly blue skirt that barely reached her knees. As I openly ogled her body, I saw gorgeous legs and platform sandals that made her an inch or two taller than me. She must have been 5'9 with her feet firmly on the ground, with at least a C cup chest, with an hourglass figure. If I saw Alice at any other moment in my life, I would've quickly dismissed her as out of my league, but I would've continued to glance at her longingly as long as she was still in sight. Yet here she was, my girlfriend's lover. I thought for a moment that it figured that my girlfriend could attract more beautiful women than I could, and then I hated myself for thinking it, because Nicole was very attractive. In fact, this was the most beautiful Nicole had ever looked to me, dressed up like she was, and then I had another ugly little thought that she was all dressed up for Alice and not for me. I tried to shake off all of my bad thoughts, and just let whatever was about to happen, happen. Alice gave Nicole a long hug, and then turned to shake my hand. She greeted me warmly, and I didn't get a sense that she saw me as 'competition.'

She sat down beside Nicole and I sat back down across from them. Alice was 29, a full ten years younger than I was. She was in pharmaceutical sales, the go-to profession for hot chicks, I mused. I found myself staring at her, and felt for a moment that I was neglecting Nicole, so I turned to look at her. She had turned herself against the corner of the booth so that she could see Alice more clearly. She caught my eye and winked.

The women got drinks and I got water. A few minutes later we ordered our meals. Afterwards Alice excused herself to go to the bathroom. Nicole watched her walk out of sight, and then turned to me.

"So, what do you think?" Nicole asked.

"She's very pretty," I said, "But not as pretty as you," I quickly added.

I'm not even sure what Nicole heard. She had already gone back to staring off in the direction Alice went to. "Isn't she?" Nicole replied. I swallowed, feeling slightly anxious that I was going to find myself home alone that night. I resolved to myself that when Alice came back I would try to gauge her interest in me. Nicole looked anxious too, sipping her drink and glancing at me again. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" She suddenly asked.

I mustered up all of the machismo and bravado that I could, "What? Going out to dinner with two beautiful women?" I asked. "This is great. What happens later..." I started to say, and then realized that I wasn't sure what I wanted to say about later. I didn't even have a chance to finish my thought anyway because Alice returned, "Happens later," I mumbled.

Our food arrived a few minutes later and we ate quietly. At one point I felt a bare foot press against my shin. I figured that it was Nicole. I casually glanced up at both women, but neither of them winked or showed any sign that they were the one playing footsie with me.

Once we were done eating we sat and talked a bit about our lives. I watched Alice intently but I honestly couldn't tell what she thought of me. I couldn't get a solid clue about her sexual orientation either, for that matter. 

"What color are your eyes?" Alice suddenly asked me, leaning across the table to get a closer look. I applied all of my willpower to not glancing at her cleavage as her movements pressed her breasts together in front of me, and failed. 

"They're hazel," I said, gazing back at Alice's green eyes and willing myself not to look back down at her chest. "Are you really 39?" Alice continued, "You don't look a day over 35."

I couldn't tell if she was flirting with me or not. "You don't look a day over 25," I replied, "But I'm sure men compliment you all the time."

"No, not really," Alice said, "I think I intimidate a lot of men. They're afraid to approach me. I think it's true of most beautiful women. Don't you agree Nicole?" Deflecting my comment about men and changing it to women? I thought to myself, she's a lesbian.

Nicole seemed completely lost in thought again, maybe trying to figure out the same thing I was. "Hmm?" She said. "Oh, of course." She took another sip of her drink. "Hey," she said, "The night is still young. Do you guys want to come back to my place and watch a movie or something?"

In my younger days I probably would've taken that at face value. Hey, Nicole wants us to hang out together, cool! At this point in my life I recognized it as a pickup line, and since Nicole and I spending Saturday nights together was almost implied at this point, it was directed at Alice. I didn't even think to answer Nicole; I just turned right to Alice as she seemed to consider it. She looked at Nicole, and then she looked at me. "Sure, why not?" She said.

We asked for the check and got into a comical fight over it. Alice wanted to pay her share and we both refused. I wanted to pay for everyone but Nicole insisted that she pay the bill because it was her idea. "Go buy something nice for your daughter," she snapped playfully as she tossed the twenty dollar bill I tried to give her back to me. I finally relented and we got up to leave. We were all in separate cars, and Alice followed us back to Nicole's apartment.

The first thing I noticed when I entered Nicole's apartment was that it was freezing. It was a hot and humid July evening, so air conditioning was necessary, but Nicole must have cranked it up high. Nicole gave Alice a quick tour of the apartment, and then excused herself to change out of her work clothes, leaving me and Alice standing awkwardly in her living room.

I wracked my brain to come up with small talk, which was never my strong suit. "So, you guys met at the gym?" I asked.

"Yeah," Alice said, "I always try to work out at least twice a week. What about you?"

"Yeah, me too, it's good to keep in shape," I replied.

"You look in good shape to me," Alice said, and I suddenly got the feeling that maybe Alice wasn't gay, after all. I blushed and smiled at the floor, feeling my dick stirring from the thought that maybe this woman was attracted to me, although I wasn't sure if the compliment came with a backhanded 'for your age.'

"I like to give him a good workout," Nicole said, returning from her bedroom. I turned to stare at her, startled by her innuendo. It wasn't out of character for her, but I wasn't expecting her to say something like that in front of Alice. She had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. She was obviously as cold as I was, because her nipples were trying to poke holes in her shirt. Alice laughed heartily, and I allowed myself a nervous chuckle. "Have a seat," Nicole said, motioning to her sofa. It was only a two-seater, and Alice initially headed for the recliner, but Nicole patted the empty space on the other side of her. "You can sit here," Nicole offered, "We're all skinny. We can fit." We scrunched together; Nicole and I crammed closely together with her legs together and my arm around her. Alice had a little more room on the other end. "Is anybody else cold?" Nicole asked, taking a blanket that was over the back of the sofa and draping it over us. I suddenly realized her reason for making it so cold in her apartment, so that we could snuggle under a blanket. Nicole was a clever girl.




Waiting for Alice



We decided to play movie channel roulette and just find something on cable to watch. Nicole had the remote, which caused me great distress, since I was male and used to monopolizing the remote control wherever I was. We found and agreed on Friends With Benefits, which was just starting. We had all seen it already, but it was a good movie. It was also pretty raunchy, which was probably the reason Nicole wanted to watch it. Nothing like a little Hollywood nookie to loosen things up, right?

Nicole asked us if we wanted a drink or a snack, and we both declined. Nicole turned off the light in the living room and then scrunched back down in the middle of the sofa, throwing the blanket back over us. I looked over and Alice was sitting with her arms folded around her. I wasn't sure if she was uncomfortable or just cold. I leaned over and whispered in Nicole's ear, "I think maybe you should turn the air down a little."

"I did while I was changing," Nicole whispered back, and as she said it I could feel her right hand sliding its way along my leg. I wasn't surprised. I knew it was her plan all along. The cold was so that we would need blankets, the blankets were so we could fondle each other out of sight. I felt her fumble around until she got my jeans open and her hand down into my underwear. I grew hard with her touch. She wrapped her hand around my erection, but held it there, tickling me idly with her fingers. This was going to be a long evening; I could sense her telling me, we're going to go slow.

I looked over at Nicole, and she was pretending to watch the movie intently and ignore me. I looked further over at Alice, and she was still sitting with her arms folded. I sat quietly for a while, letting Nicole explore and tease me. I waited until the first Mila Kunis/Justin Timberlake sex scene before I took my right hand and slowly slid it along Nicole's leg and into the waistband of her sweatpants. Once inside I found that Nicole hadn't bothered to put panties on, and I slid my fingers right into her pubic hair. Nicole shifted in her seat, trying to spread her legs a little for me but not finding much room on the couch. I had no extra space to offer her, and I could sense that she bumped up against Alice on the other side. I heard Nicole mumble, "Sorry," towards Alice. I watched as Alice turned towards us, her eyes darting between us in the dim glow of the apartment. I got a sense that she knew what was going on under the blanket. It probably wasn't too hard to figure out, since I had turned myself toward Nicole to get my right hand between her legs. Alice smirked and crossed her legs, left over right, giving Nicole a little more room. I was able to gain enough access to slide my middle finger down into the folds of her pussy.

We stayed like that for a while. Nicole would give me a little stroke here and there or just explore the contours of my erection with her fingers. I slid my finger back and forth along her folds, not really able to find her clitoris or the entrance to her pussy with the limited space I had. I found myself staring straight ahead at the movie, falling into a bit of a stupor with the contentment of a good meal and a hand on my cock. I was trying to keep an eye on what Alice was doing on the other side of me, but I lost track of her for a while.

I turned my head, because I sensed movement next to me, and was shocked to see Nicole and Alice making out. I never really knew how it happened, but I always figured that Alice turned to Nicole and initiated it. Nicole had taken a firmer hold of my cock and began stroking it move vigorously. I forgot all about the movie and turned myself to get a better look at what was going on. Nicole and Alice were kissing slowly, softly. I could see lips and tongues moving in the flickering light of the television. After a while Alice opened an eye to see me watching them. She broke her kiss with Nicole and gently turned her face toward me with her hand, an invitation to include me. Nicole smiled at me and kissed me, and I made sure to match the slow and sensual kiss that she was having with Alice. As I kissed Nicole I brought my right hand up from between her legs and up under her shirt. I found to my surprise that I wasn't alone. Alice's hand was also underneath Nicole's shirt, and fondling her left breast, so I went to her right. Nicole moaned with the excitement of having a lover fondle each breast. As we kissed I was vaguely aware that Alice was kissing Nicole's neck. After a minute I broke our kiss and motioned that Nicole should go back to Alice. Nicole smiled at me and turned her head, meeting Alice in another sensual kiss. I kissed Nicole's right ear and neck as she kissed Alice. It started to get warm so we kicked off the blanket. There was no need to hide what we were doing anymore.

Nicole took her hand from my pants and turned toward Alice and began to unbutton her blouse. I leaned back to let them enjoy each other for a while. Nicole finished unbuttoning Alice's blouse and began to kiss her exposed chest. Alice leaned back against the side of the sofa and let Nicole kiss her and fondle her bra-covered breasts. At one point Alice locked eyes with me and smiled contentedly. I wasn't sure if it was an invitation or if she was gloating. I stayed where I was. After a couple of minutes Alice reached over and pulled Nicole's shirt over her head. Alice tossed Nicole's shirt onto my lap, another gesture that I over-analyzed as I watched Nicole and Alice make out again. Was she trying to include me or dismiss me? Nicole now had her arms behind Alice, unclasping her bra. She helped Alice out of her blouse and bra. Now they were both topless. I only got a poorly-lit glimpse of Alice's naked chest as Nicole moved against her and kissed her again. Alice was pressed uncomfortably against the side of the sofa and started to slouch down, taking Nicole with her until they were lying down with all of their legs kicked out on top of me. I quickly feared that I was going to take a wayward foot or knee in the crotch, so I gently untangled myself and moved to the recliner.

I felt like a voyeur as I watched Nicole and Alice make out on the sofa. I was turned on but I resisted the urge to touch myself. I sat with my hands on the arms of the recliner and just watched them enjoy themselves, kissing and fondling each other. Their naked chests pressed together, and Nicole spread Alice's legs and was pressing herself against Alice's thigh, similar to the way she was pressing herself against me just a few nights ago. I began to hear oohs and aahs as their arousal grew.

Suddenly Nicole climbed off of Alice and held out her hand, pulling Alice to her feet as well. "Let's go to the bedroom," Nicole said.

"Okay," Alice said without hesitation. I watched Nicole lead Alice to the bedroom, suddenly unsure about what exactly I was supposed to do. When they reached the hallway Nicole turned and beckoned for me to follow, and I did so obediently, slightly relieved.

When I reached Nicole's bedroom they were kissing beside Nicole's bed. Nicole had her hands at Alice's waist, undoing her skirt. I watched it fall to the ground, and now Alice was clad only in thong panties. Alice grabbed Nicole's sweatpants and pulled. I knew that Nicole didn't have panties on, but I was surprised to see that she had kept the thigh-high stockings on her legs. Once she stepped out of her sweatpants the stockings were all she was wearing. Nicole pulled Alice down onto the bed and they continued their feverish kissing, rolling back and forth across the bed. Whoever was on top would either grind their mound into the other woman's thigh, or spread their legs and go pussy to pussy. Oohs and aahs were giving way to grunts and whimpers as they got more and more turned on.

I stood and watched them from the entrance to Nicole's room, feeling the tingling of my erection grow to the point that I just couldn't ignore it anymore. I slid my hand into my pants and began stroking myself.

It went on like that for several minutes, Nicole and Alice wrestling around on Nicole's bed and me standing beside them stroking my cock. I wasn't even sure they remembered I was there. It was dark in Nicole's room, and after a while I could barely tell who was who. I had to keep looking for Nicole's stockings or Alice's blond hair to tell them apart.

Finally Nicole happened to turn her head and see me standing there. "Are you enjoying the show?" Nicole asked breathlessly.

"Yeah," I said.

"You're overdressed," Nicole announced, and untangled herself from Alice and climbed off the bed and over to me. She kissed me passionately, pressing her nearly naked body to mine. Then she began to undress me, pulling off my Hawaiian shirt and my t-shirt, and pulling down my jeans in rapid succession. She took my underwear and pulled it down, leaving me to step out of them, my seven inch erection bouncing. Nicole grabbed hold of it and gave it a few strokes. She turned to Alice, who was lying on her side on the bed, watching us. "What did I tell you?" Nicole asked. "Great cock, right?"

Alice took it as an invitation to climb off the bed also. She approached me slowly, almost as though she was afraid of my erection. She looked at Nicole, and then reached out her hand tentatively. "May I?" She asked.

"Of course," Nicole replied, taking her hand off of me. Alice reached out and gently took hold of my cock, exploring me with her fingers, tracing all around my cock and balls. I was really turned on at this point, and I involuntarily jerked my hips and moaned. 

"Very nice," Alice said.

"I think we got him over stimulated," Nicole said, "Are you turned on?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Are you gonna cum?" Nicole asked.

"I'm pretty close," I said.

"Good," Nicole said, "Now you can put on a show for us." I stared at Nicole, barely able to make out her face in the dim light. "Go ahead," Nicole continued, "Jerk yourself off."

I looked from Nicole to Alice. Alice nodded at me. I could dimly see her magnificent body, firm breasts and slim waist, wide hips and great legs. Without another word I took myself in my hand and began stroking for all I was worth. I would've loved to savor the moment, jerking off in front of two beautiful nearly naked women, but I was indeed over stimulated at that point, and it didn't take me long before I shot my load, shooting glob after glob of cum several feet across Nicole's bedroom floor. When I was done I looked over at Nicole. I could see that she was smiling. She turned to Alice. "Hot, right?" She asked.

"Very hot," Alice said, and to my surprise Alice stepped up to me and kissed me. It only lasted a few seconds before her mouth disappeared and was quickly replaced by Nicole's. Our kiss lasted longer, and she eventually pulled away. "Go clean yourself up," Nicole said, "We'll be here waiting for you."

"Okay," I said, and I turned and went to Nicole's bathroom. I cleaned myself up in the sink as quickly as I could and rushed back to the bedroom. Nicole and Alice weren't quite waiting for me. They were on the bed, tribbing in the scissors position. I walked up to the bed, my cock springing back to attention from being in the presence of lesbian sex. Nicole had her left leg draped over Alice's right, pressing their pussies together. It looked like Alice had taken off her thong. I watched their breasts bouncing from their thrusts, their mounds pressing together. I could hear their girlish grunts and squeals, and the sound of their flesh slapping together.

They scissored for several minutes, and then Nicole pushed herself forward and climbed on top of Alice and kissed her. I saw that Nicole had placed her hand between Alice's legs and was fingering her roughly. Alice quickly returned the favor, and I went back to stroking myself as the two women aggressively frigged each other. Grunts and squeals gave way to "oh yeah" and "fuck me" and "oh god" as they rushed toward orgasm. I'm not sure if they came together or close to it, but I heard Nicole shout "I'm coming!" and Alice scream "Yes, yes, yes!" and then their movements slowed. They kissed again, and I could hear Nicole whisper to Alice, "I want to taste you."

Nicole turned herself around to place her mouth on Alice's crotch, and the two women moved into a sixty-nine position. I continued to watch them and stroke myself from the side of the bed. I could hear the sucking and lip-smacking sounds the women were making, along with more grunts and squeals. The sixty-nine went on for quite some time, and I indulged myself by moving to different angles around the bed to watch them lick and suck each other in the dim light. I wish I could tell you I was keeping score of who did what, but although I'm sure there were several orgasms, they weren't announcing them. I kept looking out for the signs, hips shaking, loud invocations to deities, but it all started to blend together after ten minutes or so.

My arousal grew to the point where I couldn't stand being on the sidelines anymore and climbed up onto the bed. I was afraid to do anything to Alice because I wasn't sure how she would take it, but I figured I was free to play with Nicole. I reached down to where Nicole's breasts were hanging down over Alice's stomach and fondled her, flicking my fingers over her already hard nipples. I reached back with my other hand and slid first one, then two fingers into her pussy while Alice continued to lick and suck at her clit. Nicole began to buck her hips against my fingers as she orgasmed. Nicole reached out and grabbed my erection and gave it a few strokes. "I want you inside me," she said. She climbed off of Alice and turned herself around, offering herself to me doggy-style. I wasted no time climbing up behind her and easily entered her wet pussy. Alice remained on her back beside us, and she scooched over a little so that she could kiss and fondle Nicole's breasts as I rode her. After a few minutes Nicole pulled away from me and rolled onto her back beside Alice. Nicole wrapped her legs around me and helped guide me back into her. She used her legs to push me into her as deeply as I could go. I could tell she was gearing up for a huge orgasm, and I was starting to feel my orgasm building. "Oh!" Nicole said, her hips beginning to shake, "Oh my God! Yes! Fuck me!" Her excitement helped push me over the edge and I grunted as I shot my second load of the night into her. We collapsed together as our orgasms subsided and I kissed her.

I almost forgot that Alice was there, but as I came back to my senses I heard her whimpering beside us. She was frigging herself for all she was worth and began bucking her hips in orgasm. "Oh my God," she said breathlessly, "That was so hot." She turned to us and we engaged in a sort of three-way kiss, well, Alice kissed Nicole, then Alice kissed me, and I kissed Nicole, and we sort of went around like that for a few minutes.

Then Nicole asked the question that would solve the mystery of Alice's sexuality once and for all. "Would you like to fuck Fred?" She asked Alice.

"Not tonight," Alice said. "No offense Fred," Alice said to me, "But I just met you. Nicole and I have known each other a while. Maybe another time?"

"No problem, I understand," I said. I smiled, thinking that maybe this was only the beginning of a beautiful, erotic friendship. 



Waiting for Aphrodite



The fire alarm sounded more like a foghorn, a blunt and continuous column of brutal noise. At 2:30 AM, most of the apartment building's residents were asleep, and had to jump up with a start out of bed. Rick, however, had gotten caught up in an intense (and lengthy) online argument about the viability of interstellar colonization, and was looking up material to use in his next salvo when the sudden droning broke into his private thoughts. In truth, this was his usual sleep patterns, staying up until the small hours, then dropping dead on his couch and waking up a bit after noon. He rarely slept in his bed, for reasons that didn't make much sense even to him.

It was the third fire alarm of that year, and Rick assumed that it was caused, like all the others, by drunken late-night cooking or a forgetful smoker or a duplicitous fog bank. Still, he went through his carefully-prepared routine, trying to stick the alarm in the back of his mind as he neatly packed his laptop case full of his most cherished possessions: computer, external hard drive, smart phone, a slim case of rare Magic: the Gathering cards, and a signed copy of Snow Crash. With that bag slung over his shoulder he began calmly making his way down the stairs, passed the alternately panicked and sleepy people jabbing at elevator buttons.

There was a crowd of people in the cold courtyard of the building, in various states of underdress. One joker had wrapped himself only in a towel, but seemed to be currently regretting his attempt at humour. There was this strange sociality caused by the alarm. People gathered in groups, caught up with neighbours they hadn't talked to in a while, made jokes and pressed together for warmth. Many of them were even smiling.

And then there was Rick, on the outside. He didn't know any of these people. It seemed tremendously silly to make friends with people he had nothing in common with, simply because they happened to live close to him. He kept to himself,, and as long as he could get to his apartment he would be fine. He had an endless array of entertainment there -- the Internet, of course, as well as a constant stream of the latest video games and movies. Rick went out occasionally, to tournaments and conventions and the dreadful parties of polite ex-coworkers, but he could go for weeks on his own without ever longing for company.

Here and now, with all those entertainments taken away, though, he discovered a strange feeling of loneliness. Even if the nattering of all the moms, with children pressing into their knees, was totally vapid and dull (as he was sure it was)... he wanted to be in that conversation. It was stupid. It was a fire alarm. It wasn't a goddamn social occasion.

But he felt it, and the stupidity of that feeling made him even more frustrated. Tiring of the cold, Rick waited for a place to take shelter and wait until the firemen came to declare the obviously not-burning building a false alarm. The street was a patchwork of apartments and stores, but the only window with a light in it was the all-night Shopper's Drug Mart half a block down. He headed towards it.

Evidently Rick wasn't the only one with this idea, as the aisles of the store were jammed with the same chattering groups of stranded people as there were in the courtyard. Rick sighed and contented himself with the warmth. Some people had bought snacks from the store, one cluster of hipsters ravaging a box of granola bars, but for the most part they loitered. The store attendant looked on the sudden crowd in a daze, as though she was trying to determine whether or not she was in a dream.

Rick paced the store. There were a few other singletons there, generally strange-looking men with haunted eyes, although those might have been vagrants off the street. They didn't make Rick feel better. Ah well. Who cared what these people did or thought, anyway?

There was a small stand of top 40 books across from a sale on shampoo. Something to read would help pass the time. Rick picked out #1 (if it was #1, it had to be good, right?) and sat down on the dirty white floor to read it. He tried to find a way to lean against the precarious cardboard stand without knocking it over completely.

"I wouldn't bother with that one. The author's a hack."

Rick looked up. It was a woman, and clearly not one who had gotten out fully prepared. She was wearing a brown bathrobe that looked as though it had seen better days, with the hint of a black nightgown beneath it. The loose ends of the robe swished in front of Rick's face. Up past that woolly expanse was the face of the middle-aged woman, wrinkles just beginning to show, a few streaks of grey in her curly black hair. A quartet of dimples was arranged in her right cheek like a constellation. She looked entirely interchangeable with the moms grouped in gaggles that Rick had consciously done his best to ignore.

The woman kept staring, and rick realized that she was expecting an answer. "Oh, um, thanks. I wasn't expecting much, really, but I thought it'd keep me amused while we waited for, you know, the alarm."

"You're from my building?" said the woman. "Honestly, I wouldn't be able to tell. You look like you're ready to go out to work."

"I guess I am," he said. "I work from home. Freelance."

"That must be nice."

Rick shrugged. "It has its advantages. I mean, no one's watching the clock or anything -- I just have to get stuff done. Beyond that, I'm free." He stopped suddenly. Why was he telling this woman he didn't know about his life? She probably wasn't even interested. "I'm sorry. Why are you talking to me?"

She looked a bit taken aback at the question, but not angry. "Why? I dunno. To make conversation. You looked kind of lonely and, like you said, you gotta kill time."

"I wasn't lonely," Rick said quickly.

"My apologies then." The woman extended her hand. "My name's Jackie. Room 809."

"Rick. Room 807."

Jackie's hand hung in the air for a minute before she let it fall to her side. "Wow, you're two doors down! I can't believe we haven't met."

"I don't really socialize much."

"Me neither, to tell you the truth." Jackie moved her pinky to subtly point to the mom group cackling about something. "I'm not really the PTA meeting type."

Rick was beginning to get annoyed at this woman. The conversation seemed maddeningly superficial. He was sure he would never see her again, so what was the point of introductions? Still, he saw no plausible excuse to extract himself from the situation.

"What do you think is the story with all these alarms?" Jackie said, watching the flickering fire-truck lights give the darkness a strange red tinge.

Rick shrugged. Another pointless question. "They're too sensitive, I think. I had the same thing in my dorm in college."

Jackie crouched down next to him, and Rick instinctively shifted away. Her flabby, stubbly legs repulsed him in a way he couldn't quite define. "You want to know a secret?" He shrugged again. "One time it was me. I was kind of hung over, and I was trying to make oatmeal, but I forgot to put the water in. Next thing you know, the place is full of smoke."

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much, then."

"This was one time, okay? It was after my girlfriend's birthday."

"You're a lesbian?"

Jackie looked taken aback, which had been pretty much the goal of the remark. "No. Girlfriend, as in my best friend. It's just an expression. Not that I have anything against, you know, gay people..." She trailed off.

Awkward silence, Rick's kingdom, reigned. He flipped through the pages of the paperback bestseller. It really did look like a piece of shit, he thought.

Jackie stood up abruptly, and in the process her bathrobe flared up. Rick couldn't help but look up to catch a glimpse. He could see her bare thighs, and a glimpse of a puffy triangle of brown hair. He hated when women grew out their pubic hair like that. Keep it bald, or just have a little landing strip, like everyone else, he thought. But then, the only time he saw anything like that was in porn that thought it was being au naturel or whatever.

"I think we can go back in now," she said.

"What?"

She pointed to the crowd down the block, which was slowly filing into their building. If Rick turned his head to an awkward angle, he could see the bored firemen piling into their vehicle. He got up and grabbed his bag.

"You going to sleep after this, Mister Night Owl?" said Jackie.

Rick didn't like her teasing tone. It sounded too familiar, like she hadn't just met him five minutes ago. Or maybe it was ten by now. It was hard to gauge time within awkward silences. "Maybe. Probably not. If anything, this probably just woke me up more."

They shuffled out of the pharmacy's automatic doors. "Me, I need to be up at six to get to work. Hopefully I can get back to sleep... normally I take a pill, you see, but I already took one this evening, and I don't know if it's okay to take two..."

God, how could she be talking about her medication and intimate habits? They had just met. You didn't share your personal habits and embarrassments with someone you just met. If you could help it, you didn't share them at all.

Of course, since they were on the same floor they were together until they got to their rooms, much to Rick's chagrin. Jackie reminded him of the middle-aged students from university (there was one in every class) who never stopped talking about their lives and their kids. They did a strange little dance when standing in the mob that had formed in front of the elevators. Jackie suggested taking the stairs, Rick said that he would wait and tried to wave goodbye, Jackie decided to wait with him because she really didn't feel like taking seven flights in her robe, Rick said he would take the stairs then, and in the end they both ended up pulling themselves up the long stairwell with its stucco halls and flickering white lighting.

"You know," said Rick, as he hauled his flabby body up the last flight. "If we had waited for the elevators we would be there by now."

"I guess," said Jackie. "But this feels so much more productive than waiting, doesn't it?"

Rick grumbled some guttural rebuttal and wheezed his way up to the top step. A rush of dizziness hit him, and he was afraid he might fall down, but he managed to stumble his way towards the door to the eighth floor. "I need to exercise more," he said in between pants.

"Me too," said Jackie, who was less sweaty but looked equally winded. They both laughed.

They were back in the comfortable and generic off-white hallway, where their doors sat nearby. The floor was quiet save for some faint laughing, presumably at the circumstances, from behind a closed door. "Well," said Jackie as she reached room 809. "After all of this excitement and exercise, I'm sure I won't be able to get any sleep."

Rick shrugged. "Well, hopefully you will. Good n--"

"I gotta take all this energy out on something, I guess." Jackie jerked her head towards her door ever so slightly.

Rick blinked quickly. Wait, was she -- no, she couldn't be. It was just his imagination. But was she-- no. No way.

"Well, good luck with that. Bye."

Jackie was halfway through a suggestion that they should talk more sometime, be neighbourly, when Rick sidestepped quickly into his apartment and swung the door shut behind him. He felt as though he had escaped a savage predator. But of course, she hadn't wanted to fuck him. That would be gross. Honestly, did she think he was that desperate?

Well, he was that desperate. But not for her. He wanted a pretty young girl, someone who was smart and soulful and would accept him for who he was, virginity and all. And that girl had to be coming along soon. He had been waiting for decades.

--

Jackie's heart was spasming as she let herself into her apartment. God, as if she hadn't made enough of a fool of herself running around on the street in just her robe. At her age she had imagined she was past spontaneous flings with younger men. And to be rejected, not just then but through all her attempts to make conversation... she felt ugly. Monstrous.

Of course, Rick was no prince himself. He was known around the apartment complex as a weird loner, a pudgy geek-boy growing into a fat boy-man. Antisocial in the extreme, and rather obnoxious about it.

But there was something about him that drew Jackie to him. Maybe she sensed some kind of untapped potential. Maybe he was the closest thing to a bad boy she could find in her relentlessly polite social sphere. Or maybe it was just the weird tumblers of her libido doing their usual spinning.

Jackie tried to shake it out of her head. He wasn't worth getting upset about, no matter how strangely cute she found his acne scars. What she needed to worry about now was getting more than three hours of sleep for her shift tomorrow. Being the manager meant that you could doze off a bit in your office, but it was still better to be up and at'em. The problem was that she didn't feel tired at all.

She went over to Dante's cage and offered him some food. The iguana, appearing to be disturbed by the loud noises, immediately got up and trod over to the pellets. "All I need is you, right?" said Jackie. "No stinky boys necessary." Dante looked up at her skeptically, as if aware that she had left him to possibly die in a fire.

She had been living like this for twenty years, she thought. Every year she thought that soon she would get married and move into a big house and start pumping out babies, although that had become biologically unlikely. But every year it just didn't happen, and she contented herself to this. It was a nice way to live, she thought. Screw what other people thought. If living independently was so great when you were in your 20s, why did that have to change as the years went on? And the years only seemed massive in hindsight -- when lived through, they had seemed to slip through her fingers.

But it didn't comfort Jackie. She was sure that was just the weight of societal expectation bearing down on her, the arbitrary pain she felt whenever she did something un-feminine. In any case, now was not the time to be pondering the direction of her life. Now was the time to go back to bed.

She lay there, under the covers, hands pressed to her side as if to make her a smooth missile to fly to the land of slumber. But the thoughts just kept coming, no matter how hard she mentally batted them away. It was a reckoning, a self-confrontation like something out of a banal nightmare.

---

The next time Rick and Jackie ran into each other was a few days later, when they both left their apartments at the same time. Rick looked at her suspiciously. How was it that you could be unaware of people for months, and then they just suddenly kept showing up?

"Good morning," Jackie said. "Where are you off to?"

"The bank," Rick said stiffly, choosing not to give any details.

"I see." Jackie's lips pursed for a while as if searching for something interesting to say, and failing. "I'm going to work."

Rick nodded and stared at the elevator door. The creaky metal box began its slow descent. Rick had always wished that the elevator went faster than its gentle chugging, but never so much as now. There was something about this woman that really got under his skin.

"Do you know Jeff and Don?" she said.

"No."

"They live in 802. Anyway, they're having a floor party soon -- I forget what the occasion is, but they always manage to find one whenever things get too dull. You wanna come?"

Rick instantly thought back to his first year of college, when he had been foolish enough to sign up for a dorm in hopes of making friends and transforming himself into a cool college guy. He had ended up with a boisterous jock roommate, constantly chasing him out of the room so that he could score with drunk chicks. Rick had wandered those floor parties in a haze, sat in corners watching beer-pong games silently, and occasionally been roped into conversations where he was the unacknowledged butt of every joke. They didn't bully or insult him like the idiots in high school -- they just treated him like a joke, a comedic character who had been by stroke of good fortune placed in their lives. The girls, identical in their bleach-blonde hair and trendy clothing, had looked at him like a cute pet as he silently lusted after them.

But most of the time he had spent his parties curled up in his hard dorm bed, staring at a computer screen, trying to ignore the raucous sounds outside. Sometimes he would make snide commentary in his head, subjecting the moronic conversations of his alleged peers to the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 treatment. How many times could they play the same song, for instance? And why did someone always end up having to be talked out of the bathroom at 3 AM, when he had class the next morning? He had decided, in the end, that college was just the same assholes from high school all over again.

And he suspected that if he got to know his neighbours, the "average Joes" of the "real world", it would be yet another iteration of the same assholes. So, in short, he did not want to go to a "floor party".

"I think I'm busy then."

Jackie smiled. "I haven't even told you what time it is yet."

"Oh. Well when is it?"

"Tonight at 8."

"Like I said. Busy."

Jackie smiled. She looked like one of those do-gooder teachers who was always encouraging him to join some kind of club. "Yeah right. I'm going to drag you there, I hope you know."

"Joy." His voice was sarcastic but, for some stubbornly illogical reason, Rick felt a genuine tinge of relief, and maybe even happiness, within his chest.

--



The truth of the matter was, Rick didn't work that much anymore. In college he had invented a time-saving algorithm while fooling around during one of those late lonely nights, and had the good sense to patent it. It was a bit of code that didn't do much on its own but made everything a bit easier -- a bit of universal lubricant, as he described it, which in turn optimized output. It was now widely used, and the residuals from that were enough to keep Rick afloat by themselves, especially given his generally low expenses. (All he really needed to live was a small apartment, a good computer with a good Internet connection, and a supply of instant food. He wouldn't know what to do with more luxury.)

He took a couple freelance programming jobs here and there, and tooled around on a role-playing game that was and would probably forever remain a pet project, but for the most part his life was easy. Once upon a time, he had thought that a life like that would be heavenly, and he did enjoy most of his days. It was only when he looked back on months and years that he felt a kind of hollowness, or perhaps just a sense of waste. It was like that one Star Trek episode with the flowers that drugged you.

Rick had just spent twenty minutes in a meeting with a banker younger than him, one of those preppy types who expected to rule the world in a couple years. Rick explained over and over again that he just wanted safe investments, but the banker had kept trying to sell him some sketchy high-profit derivatives, until finally Rick had to threaten to literally just take his excess cash and shove it under a mattress. God, he hated dealing with people.

"Rick? Rick Dinsmore?"

He wheeled his head around, and caught his breath. It had been -- God, it had to have been a decade since he had seen Megan, but he knew instantly that it was her. She had let her dark hair grow out long, and filled out her previously scrawny form a bit since he had last seen her. That had been at an end-of-summer LAN party where their weird band of dorks and outsiders had played FPSs all night, desperately trying to fuse together before the gravitational forces of college scattered them across the country irrevocably. She looked more conventional now, but maybe that was just because she was at the bank.




Waiting for Aphrodite



Rick realized that he hadn't been talking, just working his lips a little. Megan was beginning to shuffle away, perhaps worrying that she had mistaken a stranger for him. So Rick tried to swallow the strange spiky thing that was in his throat and nodded his head. "Meg!"

"It is you!" She rushed him and caught him up in a hug that was entirely too stiff and powerful for someone of her size and body mass. Rick revelled in her warmth, feeling his heart speed up in his chest. His head felt hot, like he had been in the sun too much and was sure to wake up the next morning with red burns peeling off his cheeks. "God, for a minute there, I was worried that I had just been shouting at some random person."

"No, it was me," he said stupidly. "God, you look gorgeous." Why hadn't he been able to say that to her in high school, when he had brooded constantly in her shadow, feeling as though he would melt in the radiance rolling off her in waves? Of course, now it didn't matter, now it just felt like a pleasantry more than anything.

Megan looked him up and down. "You aged pretty well yourself. It's so weird that we would run into each other here."

"Yeah." Rick felt himself sweating. He should have showered before this. Why hadn't he showered?

"So how have you been this past decade or so?" They had made promises to keep in touch after high school, but never had. Rick had pressed the issue, sending countless instant messages in the first year of college, but Megan's responses eventually died away, with her much more successful college social life taking up all her time.

"Oh, you know... hanging on." Rick stared at the strange pattern of flecked dots on the bank floor. "Doing some programming work. What about you?"

The details spilled out of Megan like he had unplugged a stopper: her life, in an incoherent jumble. Rick was able to pick out that she had just got out of law school and was interning at a firm in town, and that she was very excited about all of this. She had been there at the bank to take out a lone for her new house.

"It's great that you're back in town," said Rick. "We should, er, get together some time." That was, he was sure, the way adults talked. He had seen it on TV.

"Yeah!" Megan beamed. "Man, remember when we would get together in my basement and watch the Terminator movies like, every other weekend? Those tapes were completely wrecked by the time we graduated. We should do that again. There are like, two whole more Terminator movies by now."

"Eh, they weren't very good."

"So I heard. But we should do it anyway. Add me on Facebook and we'll make some plans."

Rick tried to look up at Megan's face, but it was like some super-gravitational force was pulling his head down. The end result of the struggle was that his eyes were stuck in the middle, staring down her revealing red blouse. "I don't have Facebook."

He managed to get his head up just in time to see an expression of complete puzzlement on Megan's face, as though he had said he didn't breathe oxygen. "Um, okay. Here, give me your cell. I'll text you."

Rick hastily scribbled down the number. All the while he felt vaguely disturbed. This perky, conventionally hot, social networking young professional didn't seem like the grungy outcast Megan he had known in high school. To be honest, she seemed interchangeable with any of the vapid young girls whose eyes passed right over him and filled him with a rage he didn't quite understand. It felt a bit like he was being deceived. He had heard once about a mental disorder where the person believed that everyone around them had been replaced by perfect imposters, and that seemed like what he was feeling -- except that this bubbly Megan was about as bad an imposter as you could get while still being the right gender.

This new Megan's fingers moved in a flicker over her phone's number pad, presumably entering him into a database of hundreds of fascinating people. "Got it. Man, it's been great running into you, but I've got to be on the other side of town in half an hour. See you later!"

Rick stood in a daze after he had gone. The security guards gave him funny looks, but he was too wrapped up in that strange and most rare bliss -- a pleasant surprise.

--

Rick stood in front of the door covered in flaking green paint. He knew that he shouldn't be intimidated by that door, as it looked the same as his and indeed every other one in the building. Indeed, the paint even seemed to fall away in the same clumps, forming identical constellations of hard metal underneath. But he couldn't bring himself to knock, especially when he heard the occasional enthusiastic bellow from beyond the door. His fists felt like lead weights.

He was caught lingering in front of the floor party by the next partygoer, holding a two-four to his chest with both hands. "Hey man. Can you get the door for me?"

Rick froze, trying not to panic. This guy looked a bit like the kids who had beat him up decades ago -- the ones who were not so much strong or muscular as just big, with more than a bit of fat around their bellies. Maybe he had been one of those kids, and having to share a hallway with him was purgatory for them both. He realized that at this point not opening the door would lead to greater awkwardness, and put his hand on the cold doorknob.

"Head on in. Don't worry, the party's swinging, nobody's gonna chase you out. You from this floor?"

"Y-yeah."

"Awesome. I thought I had seen you around."

Rick pushed the door open. Inside was a cacophony of sights, sounds, and smell -- too many sensations for Rick to handle at one time. Radio rock clashed with the jocular commentary from the football game on the TV and what sounded like at least five different people. There were so many people that Rick's eyes could decide on one person or group to focus upon and instead flitted around the room like a manic squirrel. The corner of the box of beer nudged at his back, and he stumbled forward into the living room.

"Hey!" It was Jackie, already a little red-faced from drink, sitting on a far couch. "I knew you would come. Everyone, this is Rick. He's the hermit from 807."

A general roar of greeting went up, and Rick managed to move his hand in a sideways motion that vaguely resembled a wave. He was stock still, not sure where to go -- social death seemed to await at every corner. No, that was ridiculous. This was just a stupid party. No need to act like a spaz about everything.

He walked over to Jackie, making tremendous effort to use a casual enough gait. She had an indulgent smile on her face. "So this is it?"

"Yeah. It's fun to let loose and hang out with friends every once in a while, isn't it?"

"I don't know any of these people."

She tsk-tsked, sounding disappointed. "Well, let's solve that." This was followed by a round of introductions, each one more forgettable than the last. The people seemed shockingly frail and unimpressive up close, far from the booming thunder he had heard from the hallway. Some were balding, others walked with slight limps, while still others had speech impediments or accents (it was hard to tell which was which sometimes) that made everything they say sound like a bad sketch comedy bit. The floor party included people of all ages and ways of life, including a few people younger even than Rick, college kids crouched in a bohemian circle. It was a singularly unimpressive cross-section of humanity.

Jackie kept her position near Rick, like some kind of personal assistant. She inserted him into conversations like some kind of power tool, constantly fed him leading questions, and smiled at all his hesitant attempts at jokes.

One time he had went to go to the bathroom and Jackie followed him without thinking. He turned and cast her the dirtiest look he could muster up. "I'm not a special ed kid, you know," he said, whispering cruelly enough that it could reasonably be described as a hiss. "I don't need a helper."

"Of course not" said Jackie. Now it was her turn to stare at the floor. "Sorry, I didn't realize, I was..."

"Whatever." Rick went to storm off to the bathroom, but it was currently occupied. So he just stood there awkwardly and stared at Jackie until she backed off into the crowd, doing all of the storming for him.

After that Rick turned into his usual jellyfish mode, floating on the tides of banal conversation, nodding, sitting in corners, never drawing much attention. He quietly excused himself an hour or two later, telling Jeff (the one host he could find) that he had work to do. Nobody really noticed as he slipped away. Even Jackie was on a couch talking to a couple women he didn't know. They looked like representatives of the council of moms he had seen during the fire alarm.

It hadn't been that bad, he thought on the short walk back to his apartment. The people were nice, if kind of boring. It certainly wasn't the most painful social occasion he had been to. But it had been resolutely dull. Most of all, these just weren't his people. He had tried to tell an Internet-derived joke at one point and gotten nothing but blank stares. These were the peoples who got up early every morning, went to work, came home in the evening, said hello to their kids, had supper, watched sports, kissed the spouse goodnight, and then started it all over again. That lifestyle was unfathomable to Rick.

Then again, it wasn't like he had a lot of friends in the geek crowd either. But... Megan.

It hit him like an electrical shock. Megan. How had he forgotten about her, even for a moment? She had been so pretty, and so friendly.. and she wanted to get to know him again. To reconnect. She had asked for his number. Jesus Christ, that had to be a sign.

In his apartment Rick found his way to his apartment and immediately collapsed onto his couch. In the stucco configurations of his ceiling he saw Megan's face. Megan, who he had nursed a silent crush on for all of high school. She was his idea of the perfect girl -- hot, in the casual-alternative-tomboy sort of way, smart, geeky, nice, and most of all willing to talk to him. He had never asked her out, of course. He didn't think she had any interest in him, and besides which, he didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. (Or at least that was the noble-sounding excuse he used for his cowardice). Most of all he treasured the chance to be close to her, to breathe the goddess's breath, and wouldn't risk giving that up in order to chase an impossible dream.

But he had lost her, and lost her through inertia instead of courage. This time he could do it. And she would be mature enough and smart enough to see his feelings for her, and consider him for more than his surface appearance. Maybe a break was what they had needed, to see each other in new contexts.

As he stared up at the ceiling, it all unfolded before him like a reel of film. Their relationship, the awkward first date, the slow flames of love, kissing, sex... Rick felt as though he was narrating it all to his future children. A strange feeling of wonder came over him. He was glad he hadn't thrown himself after the dumb girls from college, or changed himself trying to appeal to him. It had been a long wait, but his first time with Megan would be truly special.

He stayed on the couch for a good long while, caught up in the intoxicating dreams.

--

When she was a kid, Jackie had wanted to be a doctor. The power to help people -- no, not just help people, but repair them, save their lives and make them whole again -- it seemed like the ultimate goal, the only thing worth pursuing. She adopted menageries of abandoned or stray pets, often nursing injured ones back to health before releasing them into the wilds of suburbia. But she had no head for science, and was politely told by a high school guidance counsellor that her marks in the quantitative subject had more or less disqualified her from that dream. For a while she pursued being a social worker, but had flunked out of that program eventually as well.

By any account she should have outgrown her impulse to fix people, but it kept coming back. It was all that could account for a long string of sleazy boyfriends she had wanted to transform into model citizens. In her fantasies they would hug her close at nice middle-class barbecues and talk about how they owed everything to her. That was what romance was made of, after all. But it never ended up that way.

Rick was a different kind of project. She didn't have to tame him into domesticity -- if anything, she needed to induce a little wildness. At first she had thought that all he had needed was to get laid, but her attempts t that quick fix had just made him uncomfortable. And the floor party hadn't really worked either.

Jackie felt vaguely as though she was a spider carefully lying in wait for some innocent prey. Maybe this was where the whole "cougar" thing came from. It certainly felt nice to be the predator for once.

Still, how to track this most elusive of game...

She had managed to detach herself from the party fairly early. Not as early as the fleeing Rick, of course, but before the vague aura of regret settled over the night and everyone started talking really quietly. She made her way to her apartment, vaguely drunk, and considered dropping in on Rick. If she really tried, she could seduce him -- he didn't seem like the Puritan sort, after all. But that was a bit too blatant for her style.

In the hallway of her place she managed to kick off her shoes without falling down, which was always a risk after these sorts of parties. Dante stared back at her with those black, never-blinking eyes, hungry for food. Jackie managed to pour him some, although her shaking hand sent it spiralling all over his cage. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought.

It was past her usual bedtime, and she had another early morning, but she didn't feel like sleeping. Jackie collapsed on her bed. Rick was still hanging around the back of her mind. What a weirdo. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

Inspiration struck. Jackie fumbled around beneath her bed until she produced a familiar, innocuous looking shoebox. Inside, however, was a rainbow of plastic and silicon, all of it distinctly phallic. She had built up quite the selection over the years. In her lighter moments, Jackie liked to think of herself as a connoisseur of sex toys. In her darker moments she just thought that this box was tremendously depressing.

She chose her weapon of choice for tonight, a thick devil-red vibrator. She flipped the switch and felt it purr in her hands. Yep, this one definitely had enough battery power left.

Jackie tugged off her top and bra, and shimmied out of her skirt and panties. She left her clothes neatly folded right next to her nightstand. She liked to be organized, so there would be nothing interrupting her.

She caught her nude body in the mirror and took a moment to examine it. She was still a nice-looking woman, if she did say so herself. Her breasts were heavy and fully round, near perfect fleshy spheres that sagged just a little bit, with her dark red nipples pointing directly to the crotch of an invisible suitor. Her pussy, sitting coyly beneath a bushy black triangle, was bright pink and glistening, almost like a toy. Hell, Jackie thought, forget still. She looked better than she had twenty years ago -- different, but in her mind better.

Jackie sat back onto her soft bed and stretched out her limbs to her fullest extent, spreading herself eagle in order to really feel the full length of her body. She began with her breasts, running her fingers gently over their soft flesh, just barely brushing her areolae. She liked to imagine a lover hovering above her, touching and teasing her, gently kissing her neck and waiting until she begged him to take her. Sometimes it was a past lover, although few of those has been so gentle in bed. Sometimes it was a movie star, or someone she had seen on the street, or just a vague ur-male with whatever traits she found attractive that second.

This time, it was Rick. She could see him, naked above her, his slim muscular form pulsing with nervous energy. This time the halting softness of his touch was not due to teasing, but from the hesitancy of inexperience. She imagined gently guiding his thick, hard cock to her folds and feeling him push in, ever so slowly. It sent a shiver of excitement through Jackie, and her nipples suddenly felt tight and hard.

Her hands roamed her body, directed by only some vague subconscious will. They made intricate circles on her thighs and the undersides of her knees, caressed her belly and her flank, before rising up to grab her breasts, rougher again this time, kneading the flesh directly and flicking a thumb over her peaks. She pictured Rick getting bolder, discovering the delights of the female form, and a mature body and earthy sexuality that none of his younger girlfriends could have offered.

There was now an urgent feeling of need and hunger coming from her pussy, and Jackie never could resist temptation for very long. She ran her fingers along the slit, another form of the tease, and brushed the area around her clit. Carefully, as if mimicking the fantasy actions of her younger lover, she put a tentative thumb on the little bud of pleasure and slid her index finger into her thoroughly wet cunt.

She could bring herself off just like this, she knew, making circling rhythms with the thumb and curling her fingers up to reach her G-spot. In fact, she shuddered at some of the orgasms she had had, times when she had reduced herself to goo using only her fingers. And, as she fell into that steady rhythm, arcing her back to put herself fully into the cycle, that was a tempting thought. But her red vibrator still lay there on the bed patiently, and the second her eyes fell across it she knew that she needed it in her.

Jackie now imagined Rick, nude and perched at her entrance with his long hard cock, but still a little afraid. She would ask him if she thought he was disgusting and he would tell her she was so beautiful he was scared. She would kiss him and whisper something comforting in his ear and then, slowly, he would push his cock into her.

In the real world, she was too worked up for the slow approach. She thrust the red phallus into her all at once, and sat up at the shock of sudden fullness. This one usually felt a little uncomfortable at first, but once she got used to its girth she could well and truly fuck herself. Slowly she began working her wrist in a familiar circular motion, driving the toy up and inside of her. It wasn't quite the rhythm of fucking, but in some ways it was better.

As she was beginning to feel the little peaks of pleasure rippling through her, Jackie impulsively hit the switch. The vibrator came to life inside her, and she let out an involuntary cry. God, that felt great. She felt as though it was her that was vibrating, like there was some kind of spirit of raw joy inside her that was bursting against the walls trying to get out. She picked up her rhythm as she began strumming her clit with her spare hand, the rest of her body entirely enslaved to her pussy.

There was no longer one fantasy -- it was Rick thrusting between her legs, it was her boyfriend from college, it was George Clooney, it was a gaggle of handsome men all waiting their turn to fuck her, it was her being gang-banged, degraded and used, it was her as the glamorous sex-queen entertaining the offers of scores of men, it was a candlelight dinner, it was everything at once and it seemed silly to imagine that it wasn't somehow every man between her legs at that point, thrusting into her with all of their hard, hungry cocks.

She felt the orgasm coming on her and picked up the pace even more, practically shoving the buzzing vibrator into her hot cunt. Now there was no fantasy, because there was no time for conscious thought, just the waves of heat passing through her body. She felt the orgasm approaching, tensing in her body like a gun ready to fire, and frantically fucked herself towards that moment.




Waiting for Aphrodite



When it came, it came hard, much harder than usual. Jackie heard someone screaming and only later realized that it was herself. She arced up her hips, contorting herself in convulsions of ecstasy. There was no language left in her head -- it was all raw emotion, this sheer feeling of joy that was outshining everything else.

It faded, as it always did though, and she found herself panting on her bed with a lingering afterglow that felt a bit like a headache and an irritating vibration in her sore pussy. She turned the toy off and cast it out of her, then turned on her side and lay there for a while.

A wave of drowsiness had come over there, and it was tempting to fall asleep right there. But she knew that she would wake up feeling crusty and have rolled over in the night and now be lying uncomfortably on the vibrator, possibly as it buzzed helplessly beneath her. She knew this from experience.

It was, Jackie thought as she managed to get to her feet, one of the best things about living by herself. She could indulge herself with a battery-powered boyfriend whenever she wanted, and unlike actual men it always made her come. That wasn't all -- until she stepped out of the door, she had no one to please, and could lounge around in whatever state of dishevelment she wanted. Dante didn't judge. After two decades of being shoved into uncomfortable dresses by perfectionist parents, it had been a relief to have that kind of freedom. She had just indulged in it a bit longer than most people did. Honestly, shitty job aside, she was pretty content with her life.

So why did she constantly feel the need for men? Especially losers like Rick?

This was probably not the best line of thought to pursue when she was tipsy, naked, and washing off a dildo in her bathroom sink. But maybe that was where she got her best thinking done. Like people said about the shower.

Honestly, she wasn't sure how to think about the relationship between them, or if she could even think of it as a relationship. Was she the seducer or the stalker, the coy flirt or the desperate old lady? Even in this postorgasmic haze, she felt a bit uncomfortable with her desire. Maybe what scared her the most was that she couldn't sum up her feelings for her neighbour, the strange mixture of pity, affection and lust that seemed ever-increasing in her, in a convenient little word. It was raw emotion spilling over the safe limits of language, and she didn't know how to deal with that.

--

Megan's house was as much a miracle as the woman herself. Located in what seemed to be a sleepy, leafy pocket dimension of the downtown core, it was a small but elegant brick house that seemed, for lack of a better word, homey. Somehow this neighbourhood escaped the sounds of traffic, gunshots and the rest of the urban orchestra, and seemed like the kind of old-fashioned streets where cars patiently stopped to let kids pull hockey nets out of the way.

Megan greeted Rick at the door with a warm smile. She was dressed in a red T-shirt that clung flatteringly to her breasts and a knee-length black skirt. It was a lot brighter than the type of things she had worn in high school, but that only seemed appropriate.

"Come on in," she said with a homemaker's glee. "I made some mini-pizzas. Just take a seat and we'll let the terminating begin."

Rick looked around the house, which seemed to be bigger on the inside than the out, although it was fairly austerely decorated. "This is a nice place you have here. I can't imagine how much a house in this location must cost." In truth, Rick didn't know anything about real estate prices, but it seemed like a very adult thing to say.

"Oh, we got it for a steal," said Megan from the kitchen. "Turns out that the previous owners were murdered, and people thought it was haunted."

"Really?"

She laughed. "No. But it was foreclosed on, and that's almost the same thing, right?"

Rick chuckled and sat down on a plush blue couch. Her TV was huge -- certainly better than the computer screen that he watched everything on. He could see living here. It would be a bit like the home he grew up in. It would be a bit like paradise too.

Megan returned with a plate of strange green disc-shaped things. It took Rick a moment to realize that these were the mini-pizzas described earlier. "What's wrong with pepperoni and extra cheese?"

"Goes right to my hips. Besides which, it doesn't hurt to get a little vegetable matter into you. I have this great vegetarian cookbook -- I can lend it to you if you want." Rick didn't dignify it with a response, instead choosing to survey the mini-pizzas closely, as if expecting some kind of vermin to leap out of them. Was that spinach?

He made it halfway through the vegetable confection before politely setting it down and sitting in to watch the movie. It was kind of a nice feeling, he thought. They were pressed up close together, the skin of their arms touching, and the darkness of the living room created a feeling of intimacy and closeness. It felt as though they were a cult of two, secret sharers of this flickering white light.

Just as they had in high school, Rick and Megan giggled at the 80s hair even as the movie sucked them in for real. By the time Sarah Connor's ditzy roommate was killed, Rick thought he felt Megan pressing against him. The idea of putting his arm around her bubbled up from the dark corners of his consciousness. That would be the smooth thing to do. How did guys do it, though? Did the old "pretending to yawn" trick still work? Would she respect him more if it was direct, no pretences?

Before he could decide, the door banged open. Rick's head snapped to the side, immediately paying attention to the intruder. It was a man about their age, tall with a thin beard and hipster glasses. He was carrying what looked like two bags of groceries.

Rick turned to Megan and raised an eyebrow. He didn't know if she could see it in the dark.

"Hi Davis!" She bounded up to her feet and rushed to greet the newcomer in the hall. When she kissed him warmly on the lips, Rick felt as though there was some powerful hand inside him scrunching up his insides into a little ball -- or perhaps a black hole. Megan turned back to him, looking as cheerful as the time she had hacked the school principal's computer account. "Rick, this is my fiancée, Davis."

They looked like the perfect couple to advertise some hip new magazine or bar. He was about to protest about Megan not wearing a ring, not playing the rules of the game, but of course there it was on her finger. How had he not noticed that?

Rick tried to swallow through his sandpaper throat. "Uh, hi Davis. Nice to meet you."

"This is Rick, that old friend from high school I was telling you about. We were just watching Terminator. You want to join us?"

"Just let me get this food put away." Davis, who to Rick was now some amalgamation of Stalin, Hitler and Satan, moved deeper into the house. His house. They were living together. They had fucked. A lot, probably. Megan was saying something. Rick couldn't hear her. He could only here the sound of wind whipping by his ears.

The sound eventually solidified into words: stupid, stupid, stupid.

Rick moved to the end of the couch and watched numbly until the end of the first movie. Megan and Davis cuddled beside him. She fit perfectly into the crook of his arm, like a key into a lock.

--

Jackie had just got off work, and was feeling the kind of deep tiredness in her muscles that would have been inconceivable a decade earlier. She had made herself a microwave dinner, too exhausted for real world, and sat herself down to her rigorously-curated usual Thursday night of television. It was halfway through Parks & Recreation that the knock at the door startled her out of her couch potato coma.

It was Rick. He looked different than usual, but she couldn't quite place it. "Hey Rick. What's up?"

"Can I... can I come in?" His throat sounded sore.

"Sure." Before she had even finished speaking, Rick trudged into her hallway. There was an unfocused look in his eyes, like they weren't taking anything in.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she said, trying to cut through the strange tension that he seemed to be cloaked in. "So what brings--"

He grabbed her by the wrist, cutting her off. Rick was close to her, closer than he had ever been, and Jackie knew she should like that but there was fear in there somewhere, and she knew from the past to listen to that fear.

"That time," he said. "When we first met... you asked me if I wanted to come in. I knew what you meant. I should have said yes."

They were about the same height, so when he moved in to kiss her, it came quick, and she didn't have time to move out of the way, much less wonder if she wanted to. Rick almost headbutted her, but managed to pull up in time to meet her lips. And that was all it was: lips to lips. Rick's lips were stiff and pursed, maintaining their privacy even in this intimate gesture. It was technically a kiss, but not much more. In the distant, analytical part of her brain, Jackie realized that he might be less experienced than she had thought.

He broke off from her and whispered into her ear, a bit too loud and with a bit too much garlic on his breath. "I can't really say it well, so I'll just say it outright. Sleep with me."

The technique betrayed his boyishness, but there was something romantic about the sudden, forceful proposition. Like he had suddenly been overcome with lust for her, like a romance novel hero. Rick wouldn't be mistaken for Humphrey Bogart any time soon, but there was an old-movie brusqueness to the scene that had its charms.

Jackie finally found her voice. "I can't figure you out. First you're a shrinking violet, and now you're about as forward as can be."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Jackie pursed her lips. She really wasn't sure about it, but hadn't she just been desiring this the other day? The part of her that could be generously referred to as her dignity (or maybe her conscience) told her that Rick was being unfathomably rude and cruel, treating her like a whore instead of a lady, and all this after trying to blow her off every time before. But hey, wasn't she allowed to want sex too? And wasn't this more convenient than the endless nursing of hopeless affection, waiting for a knight in shining armour?

"You're lucky you're so cute, or you wouldn't get away with this," she said. And then she leaned in and taught him what a real kiss was.

---

Rick tried to hide the quiver in his legs as Jackie lead him into her bedroom. The nerves were gradually overtaking the sense of bitter, nihilistic bravado he had come in here with. He had started to realize that this was actually happening. He was going to have sex. It wasn't the way he had imagined his first time, but damnit, it would be sex.

Even the touch of her fingers on her wrist as she gently pulled him towards her bed felt strange, a warm softness that nevertheless had a kind of strength underneath. And then she pulled him in from another one of those kisses and -- wow. It was like their lips and tongues were intertwined in some rapidly shifting way that defied geometry, and it felt great.

Rick barely had time to take in her caramel-coloured room before Jackie was pulling him down on the bed. Was it always like this, this frantic motion of bodies against each other, pulled and pushed as if by some strange force? The sweet taste of her lips stopped him from thinking too well.

She was grabbing him now, cupping his ass with her palms and shifting him up against her. He was between her legs now, and his suddenly hard cock was pressing up against her crotch. Experimentally, Rick shifted into her kiss, and felt a bolt of pleasure as his cock ran along the groove of her body. Even through their clothes, the motion was intense. He started moving back and forth, enjoying the friction. It was a whole-body sensation, and he had a hard time taking in all the stimuli at once.

Jackie broke off from the kiss to gasp and breathe in, and Rick suddenly realized that he had been short of air too. "Hey," she said into his ear. "Are you just gonna dry hump me all night, or are we going to get more comfortable?"

Even he knew that "comfortable" meant "naked" (although he thought that, depending on the weather and surroundings, nudity was not always all that comfortable). Rick partially sat up and immediately started fumbling at the buttons on his shirt. It was the nice dress shirt that he had worn for job interviews a long time ago, and he had foolishly hoped to impress Megan with it. At the thought of Megan his fingers just started shaking worse.

Jackie sat up as well and kissed him on the cheek. "Here. You do me and I'll do you." Her hands were on him then, fussing with the buttons, gradually revealing his bare chest and its light tufts of hair. Even this clinical undressing was somehow erotic.

Realizing belatedly that she had implied reciprocity, Rick reached down to the bottom of her blouse. In one smooth, measured motion he pulled it up, and Jackie quickly ducked to get it over her head. There she was, all flesh save for a soft white bra, and the realness of the whole occasion had just intensified.

Jackie wasn't stopping. She was snapping open his pants like an expert and shoving them down to his ankles. Rick frantically tried to do the same to her, resulting in a tangle of limbs and a bit of scratching. For a moment, he was lost in the impossible geometry of the moment, and then somehow they were both shorn of everything except their underwear, and they were kissing again. He thought he could just sit there kissing for hours -- it was strangely addictive. It was like eating candies, swearing that each one would be the last but then going for another. They were light and airy but somehow savoury at the same time.

But there was also something in his mind saying that tonight was the night, and he needed to do it all, because this window could soon vanish. Now Jackie was gently tugging down at his underwear. He realized in a moment that he would be completely exposed to her. Nobody had seen him like this since he was a child. Rick froze.

"Hey," she said into his ear. "You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah. Keep going."

And then he was naked before her, pimples and all. Rick looked down self-consciously at his dick as it snapped out of its cloth prison. It looked so pathetic -- hard and eager with its weird bumps and its base of wild pubic hair. He found himself blushing. Was it big enough? What was Jackie thinking about it right now? What had happened to that reckless confidence he had been so brimming with a few minutes ago?

She gently took his cock in her palm and ran her hand up and down it as though it were a method of greeting. "So tiger," she said. "Are you going to do the same for me, or just sit there all day."

Rick hurriedly leaned into her, and they were pressed together as he fumbled for the clasp at the back of her bra. It still felt shockingly good just holding his body against hers. His cock lay in the cottony groove of her panties, tortuously close to the moist opening underneath.

He surprised himself by undoing the bra strap fairly quickly -- but then again, he had always been good with mechanical things. He hesitated only a moment before pulling her bra away from her. And there they were: breasts. Tits. Mammaries. He had seen countless pairs on his computer screen, but in the flesh they were both breathtaking and disappointing. They were huge and heavy and they had marks on them just like regular skin and they were pointing towards him, as if demanding something from him, and he couldn't do anything but stare.

Jackie patiently took Rick's hands and placed them on her tits. "It's okay. You can touch."

So he touched. He suddenly couldn't get enough of her chest, running his hands all over it, kneading her breasts between her fingers, running his thumbs over the stiff skin of her nipples. Tentatively Rick leaned down and licked one of them. It sent a shiver through her body, and that sent a shiver through his. Reciprocity was, it appeared, a good thing.

He lost himself in Jackie's breasts, practically mauling them with his face and tongue. She seemed to wince a couple time when his teeth got in the way, but for the most part she was moaning steadily. Rick felt a surge of pride. Here he was, giving pleasure to a woman. Getting pleasure from a woman. It wasn't the woman he thought it would be this morning, but...

"Baby," Jackie said with a purr. "The bottom half needs you too."

Her panties were quickly dispatched with, and Rick got another eyeful. He had never liked the gynecological close-ups in porn (why did he keep thinking of porn, when he had a flesh-and-blood woman in front of him?), but this fleshy pink opening beneath a gentle patch of hair, and the pink bud of a clit sticking out... in this low light, it looked beautiful. There was a part of him that wanted to kneel down and worship it.

Jackie grabbed his ass, with another silly stop-staring-and-do-something smile. Feeling suddenly short of breath, Rick shifted in. At first he just got on top of her, but from there he could only thrust into air. Then he tried again and his cock ended up arcing up past her pussy lips and into her pubic hair. Was this supposed to be this difficult?

Finally, he got the angle right, and entered the new world.

The first thing he was aware of was the warmth, and then the tightness, and then the wetness. It didn't feel like a physical thing he was penetrating, but a ball of raw sensation. He was shocked at how perfectly he fit into her, how perfect this all felt. The feeling of her body clenched around his, of merging with another person, the all-body tremors of pleasure pulsing through him. He just wanted to stop and sort this all out, figure out each individual sensation in detail, but he knew that would be impossible.

He drew back, and thrust into Jackie again, and then that was it. Hot white spots filled his vision as he spurted his cum into her hot cunt. It was only after the ecstasy had subsided that he realized he hadn't lasted very long.

He collapsed on top of Jackie, then slowly rolled off. His body seemed to be a lot sweatier than hers. She was silent, with a polite smile on her face, like when he had met her at the drug store. The traces of disappointment just barely showed. Why wasn't she saying anything? Rick wanted to say something, but he was finding it difficult through his rapidly pumping lungs. He couldn't be sure whether he was out of breath or hyperventilating, but either way he felt completely humiliated.

"I'm sorry," he said after his body calmed down a bit. "It was--"

"Don't worry," said Jackie, running her hand through Rick's chest hair. "It happens to everyone. Maybe just something you ate."

"No, it..." He didn't want to say it. It would completely ruin the cool image he had tried to create, and just further his humiliation in front of this women who would doubtlessly laugh about him to all her friends. After all, who was still a virgin at almost thirty? But it came out anyway. "It was my first time." Rick let out a long breath after that, almost a sigh.

Jackie turned over on her side and looked at him. It felt weird to see her breasts, sitting there inexpressively, and not really exciting him at all. He was used to the breasts going away the second you finished. "Really? Wow. I... you should have told me. I would have made it... special for you. I mean, I would have done things differently."

Rick shook his head. "I didn't want it to be special. I just wanted to get laid. And I... I'm sorry."

Jackie put an arm on his shoulder. "No need to apologize. Everybody has a first time." Her touch was still warm, but it was a comforting warmth, not an erotic one. She was looking at him with concern and pity, not lust. He was, as he had suspected, eternally lost as an object of desire for her.




Waiting For Bahknal



We had lost the old ways.

Well perhaps more put aside than lost...no one was sure. A simple substance discovered in a pale green berry had put dormant our inclination to go into season, had put aside the madness that accompanied it.

Some experts were unsure as to the wisdom of this, but mating still occurred and the population hadn’t suffered, so most embraced it.

I myself had no recollection of the time before the drug we call e’bahknal. But records existed in abundance. Written personal accounts and depictions in art of the time of frenzy known as bahknal.

The blood alone was not so frightening.

It was the faces I’d seen in paintings that always haunted me. Faces caught in the moment of seeking and of mating.

Faces caught in the moments of recovery. Recovery of one’s senses.

The written histories told of a blessed forgetfulness that was un-blessedly incomplete.

There was always some recall. Some mental picture to put with the physical scars that made it impossible to be completely unaware of what had occurred during bahknal.

As a child I was filled with horror at the thought of such savagery even while my body, young as it was, responded to the primal urges of bahknal.

These were always strongest at the conjunction of the two moons, and often felt by children whose bodies were too young for e’bahknal. I was filled with alarm at the sight of bahknal behaviour and yet terribly, wonderfully drawn by it.

There was no doubt bahknal was a double-edged sword. Recollections of great ecstasy abounded and the expression on faces frozen by artists were as often ones of pleasure as of suffering.

I had foolishly believed that the illusive sensations provoked in childhood by the stories of bahknal would arise and be satisfied by the more gentle mating that is our adopted way.

I was wrong.

The act of mating is a pleasurable enough thing...

But it is not bahknal.

Don’t ask me how I know this. I do. That is enough for me. For me, and for Rayvek. We were sure it had not given up its hold on us. It is something, as scientists, we have no proof of. No research to confirm our theory. No studies to draw on.

And so, when he approached me with his suggestion, it seemed, well, objective and rational.

Could one really bring back the bahknal? Five hundred years later? Many generations have been born distant from its spell. Could we bring on the state and record it for science? Record its true nature now, within our enlightened beliefs.

I was caught up at once by the simplicity and boldness of this thought. Take two subjects, set them up in a safe research station, and forgo the e’bahknal.

What would happen? How long would it take? Would it occur at all? Could it be controlled? Reversed? So many questions. I had visions of recording body temperature, doing blood work, brain scans. I could see myself making careful visual observations, presenting the evidence, defending my hypothesis.

The long lost sensations of childhood echoed faintly in my stomach at the thought of witnessing bahknal. I wondered if Rayvek felt the same.

Well, despite our enthusiasm, our careful proposal, our reputations, we were denied. No grants, no permission.

The arguments were simple enough. Predictable. We were playing with fire, risking our subjects lives. We did not know if we could control our subjects, bring them back to a safe state.

And it had no practical application, they said.

We couldn’t say they were wrong.

But we couldn’t douse the fire we’d set. Rayvek paced the lab each day, unsettled and unresigned. I felt its loss as deep as grief. I wanted to solve this puzzle. Rayvek wanted it, too.

And that was how the idea was born. 

No one could stop us from going ourselves. Our other research could wait. We were self-monitored for the most part. It might even be awhile before our absence was noted. They would not know where we would have gone.

And it was not strictly illegal to refuse e’bahknal. There were simply no accounts of anyone having done so. The traditional stories of bahknal when told to children predisposed us all to obedience as adults.

Well, almost all of us.

It grew, this idea. Grew as the two moons moved toward conjunction. Grew until bags were packed.

Until we fled into the night.

I turned to Rayvek, watched as he piloted our airglide with skill. He was large for a Valhal. Dark too, with an extraordinary mane and the feral green eyes of a southern coast Valhal. His pelt was thick, short, as shiny as any I’d seen. His fangs beautifully white and even.

I knew he was popular with the female Valhals. He was popular with the female Quar-ki, as well. 

I know, my sisters tell me so.

Not that it was unusual for the Quar-ki and the Valhals to find each other attractive. Much play had always existed between the two races.

Much play and no children.

They were not compatible. Biology was a tricky thing. Bodies blended. Genes did not.

I must have appeared pensive. Rayvek reached out his hand and rubbed my short crop of hair. It was a Valhal gesture of comfort to stroke another’s pelt. It was confined to a Quar-ki’s head in general because that is the only hair we possess.

It was another sign of the funny peace and affection that exists between our two races.

And a little unusual for Rayvek. We were not given to touching each other. We’d traveled through school together on our road to becoming scientists. We’d made a formidable team ever since and I suppose we’d not been interested in risking that with sexual behaviour.

That would change. We would have no choice if all went well. We could not have asked anyone else to participate in our experiment. Not yet. 

Not until we’d proven that bahknal could be brought on...that it was safe enough. Until we’d proven that e’bahknal could be re-introduced. 

That proven we were sure to be given permission to engage volunteers and the true experiment could begin.

I gave a Quar-ki imitation of a Valhal growl to reassure Rayvek that I had not lost my nerve. He pulled back black lips over white fangs in the Valhal equivalent of a Quar-ki smile.

It would be okay.

It did not take long to set up, to empty our glide, to clean and make safe our accommodations. There was snow outside, usual for this remote northern area, but the shed was filled with firewood and the well insulated house would ensure our comfort.

We set away our supplies, stripped the place of everything that was essential. Locked ourselves in.

We argued about the beds.

Bahknal had never appeared confined. I wasn’t sure the beds wouldn’t be more in our way. Rayvek disagreed. Valhals are a comfort loving race. He was sure we’d be grateful for its softness.

I gave in. I like a soft bed myself. One bed was allowed to remain.

We drank hot lorrberry juice. Ate warm kala and vash. We talked. Discussed past projects and old schoolmates. We discussed the possibility that bahknal was gone. Discussed the possibility that it wasn’t.

I’m not sure which unsettled me more.

We considered the nature of our different races. Shared our theories on the mystery of bahknal behaviour and the inability of our races to produce hybrid children. Why had Quar-ki and Valhals always indulged in bahknal with each other as well as with their own race?

There was much we didn’t talk about.

Rayvek divested himself of his travel clothes. Valhals are born nudists. Fire and fur made clothing unnecessary. I motioned with a shrug when he hesitated at his base garments. He indicated the fire with a rueful expression. He’d be more comfortable without clothing.

Seeing him nude would not bother me. I wondered for a second if he would take my gesture as a go-ahead or not.

He did.

I busied myself with cleaning away our meal. And contemplated nudity myself. Quar-ki are more modest but I wanted Rayvek to feel confident that I had no regrets, no misgivings.

And we’d know each other’s bodies well enough if this worked.

I compromised. Stripped down to nothing but my lower base garment. As skimpy as it was.

There was a certain freedom in it.

Rayvek poured the last of the hot lorrberry into our glasses and joined me on the floor by the fire. We toasted our success. Sat silent for a long while.

I reviewed what I knew of Valhal ritual bonding behaviour. Bonding would make us more secure with each other. We’d need the trust to get through the time ahead.

I moved behind him, making my hands as much like claws as I could. I drew them rhythmically through the fur on his back, creating furrows, smoothing them.

He gave a purr of contentment so I continued for a while.

When the purring slowed I took it as a sign to stop. I sat back on my heels to await the inevitable conclusion to what I’d begun.

He turned, adopted a posture that mimicked my own. With face only he moved in to take my scent.

He drew his face over mine, his forehead, cheeks, and lips along my neck and shoulders, my breasts. He pressed me back until my shoulder blades met the smooth wood of the floor. His face traveled my belly, down my hips, legs, and back up to the centre of my being.

I spread my legs letting him scentmark me there through flimsy cloth.

He took his time, then flipped me easily to my stomach and scent marked my legs, hips, buttocks and back. Straddling me he nuzzled the back of my neck. Not a particularly erogenous zone for a Valhal.

But one of mine.

Using an arm he lifted me to hands and knees. His whole body stroked my back, my legs. All of me caressed by soft fur and scent glands.

Scentmarked and familiar to him, he let me go. I stayed a moment on hands and knees, catching my breath. I’d never mated with a Valhal. Had never experienced this ritual.

I knew now why my sisters were so fond.

We resumed our positions by the fire. Our objective was not to mate in the usual fashion, after all, though I wondered that the thought had not occurred to me before. That thought aside, there seemed little to do now but wait. 

We feel asleep that night in front of the fire.

Morning came, marked only by a lessening of darkness. This was late autumn in the north after all and we’d not get full daylight.

We ate a meal. Played Donketo and Yatta. We bathed in the natural hot spring beside the house.

I abandoned the last of my clothing after that. It seemed silly to don it again.

Night descended. We retired to our places by the fire. Rayvek took up place behind me and combed my skin with careful claws. Of course I lack fur but the gentle scratch was pleasant. I moved my vocal chords to the semblance of a purr. Soon he stopped. Waited.

I knew for what. He awaited my answer to the gesture. As I’d awaited his the night before.

I turned, sat back on my heels. My face is smooth unlike his, I had no scent glands. It wasn’t important. I moved over him, inhaled his sent. It was hypnotic.

I nuzzled his face, his chest, his legs. Pressed him back as he’d done to me. I marked his groin taking the same care he had. Turned him. Nuzzled his back, his buttocks, shoulders and neck.

I was too small to draw him up fully to his hands and knees so I moved over him. Rubbed my breasts, belly, groin and thighs over him.

His rumble of pleasure filled the room.

I rested there, on his back, for a while. Even without scent glands I was moved by the ritual, felt closer to him, safer than ever in his presence.

This time we curled up in the bed, happy to have a soft sleep.

Two days went by. The ritual became more frequent, immediately reciprocal. We said nothing about it but indulged in it more and more often. In the spring on the third day I sat on his lap as he held my face. Content to have him mark my forehead, my cheeks, my throat. 

I napped in his arms before the fire.

I grew used to feeling his body move up behind me to mark me as I washed our dishes.

It was not necessary anymore for bahknal but we did not discuss it.

And then the fourth night came. The moons were in conjunction. It would be soon if it was to be at all. We both grew tense, ate little before bed.

My sleep had become more restless, my dreams more vivid. They were troubling to me. Stalking, animal dreams. That night I was awakened by whimpering and found it to be my own.

I sat up, rested my chin on my knees, trembling. Rayvek lay sleeping beside me. I could still hear the whimpering. 

I could not stop.

Rayvek stirred. His nostrils flared, scenting the air. His eyes opened, glowing in the dark. He came to his knees, studied my face.

“Bahknal?” he whispered.

I could not have answered even had I known.

He grabbed my knees, parting them abruptly. Moved his head between them, inhaling, scenting the possibilities. He marked my thighs, my groin, my belly before moving away.

“Bahknal,” he stated. I’m not sure how he knew this but I believed him. 

He climbed from the bed. I followed him, unwilling to be left behind.

He’d gone only to get a sip of water, and stoke the fire. I stalked him. He kept a watchful eye on me but did nothing. He stood by the window, gazed out into the night.

Waiting.

Waiting for bahknal.

But I would not wait. I followed him to the window, turned him. He rubbed the hair on my head in a comforting gesture then retired back to the bed. He sat on the edge, feet planted.

I followed.

I sank to my knees, could almost see myself from a distance as I nudged his knees apart, nuzzled his belly, his thighs. Bared my teeth.

He held my face. Whether to comfort me or to prevent me from biting I do not know.

I could deep rumbling in his chest, his hands shook.

I used his weakness to gain my freedom, sank my teeth into his belly.

He roared.

I reciprocated, amazed at the volume of my own voice.

He lifted me, threw me to the bed. I sprang to my hands and knees. Met him face to face like wrestlers in a ring. I pushed under him from the side, like a baby animal seeking sustenance. Rubbing face and shoulders against his belly, over his groin.He rose to his knees, grasped my shoulders with his claws. 

I could scent the blood.

I roared again. He tossed me to my back, planted his knees on each side of my hips, grasped my wrists in one large paw. I could feel the tips of his claws pierce my skin.

I struggled at being pinned. I was snarling now, teeth snapping. My threat display did nothing to avert him. His fangs scraped over my belly, and up over my breasts. I pulled up my knees, setting myself free.

Springing from the bed I found myself squatting by the fire. Whimpering calls from both our throats filled the room. He hunted me now.

He was so much stronger than I. I had no hope of eluding him. No real desire to. Yet I couldn’t give in.

He grabbed me. Kicking, screaming, biting, I resisted, was thrown belly to the floor and held pinned there.

His roar was deafening.

I struggled to rise. He allowed me only to gain hands and knees, then reached beneath me to claw at my genitals.

I was frantic, screaming like an animal. I turned my head in a effort to find flesh to sink my teeth into. But he sank his fingers deeper into me, nuzzled my neck.

I was throbbing. All aggression, anger and pain. Blood poured from bite wounds, deep scratches, both of us inflicted. The scent of it filled the air, mingled with the musk of our bodies.

Finally his hips took up motion, thrusting, seeking home. His hard length slid along my opening, brushed swollen tissue. Stirred my skin in places already brought to life by his clawing hands.

Without hesitation I bucked back, wet and open. My will was gone, my body coaxed him in.

He thrust. Found what he sought. Entered.

I was sobbing, calling his name. I tightened every muscle in my body to prevent his departure.

He was not interested in departing.

His thrusts were slow, deep. Not deep enough. I lunged back, wanting more of him. Fangs sank into my neck and the force of his last thrust sent us both to climax, spasming in and around each other.

Knees finally gave way and we sank exhausted to our bellies.

I bore his weight long minutes and felt my breath slowly return to normal. Exhaustion crept upon us, there on the floor in front of the dying fire. Then sleep and short-lived peace.

I have hazy memories of the next two days of bahknal. Memories of straddling Rayvek in his sleep, slapping him awake. Memories of being dragged, kicking and screaming to the bottom of the bed, legs thrown open. Claws digging into my sore thighs.

I recall the hotspring running red with blood. The vivid stains of it on the fresh snow behind the house where one of us must have failed to flee.

Soon the moons moved out of conjunction. We fed each other by the fire realizing we had fasted through the long days and nights of bahknal. We tended each other’s wounds with no words of regret or remorse. Soaked sore muscles in the hot spring. 

We resumed the e’bahknal without much said. If either of us was reluctant it was not discussed.

I stand here now, grant records and permission forms in hand. I pack my bags again for the trip north. Our study subjects are ready. There are just two at the start, more may be planned for a future experiment.

I hear Rayvek approach and I wonder what else the future may hold.

End



Waiting for College



It was late summer and the beginning of mine and Christina's senior year. We had both just turned eighteen and we were eager to have fun. She was five seven, Italian, had smallish breasts with dark red nipples. With nipples that were continuously erect and an ass that was more than generous, Christina had men following her around like a bunch of hound dogs chasing a raccoon... I was her total opposite, five feet, long blonde hair, porn star breasts with large pink nipples and a small perky ass that guys called great.

Christina was a force unto herself. Not only was she the hottest girl at our high school, she was the most confidant. That, and a reputation for being a "party girl," kept Christina welcome everywhere. Men and women alike circled around Christina hoping she would notice them. Fortunately, I had my own circle of admirers. But I had to admit being her best friend had its privileges. Christina picking me for her BFF made me the envy of the other girls at school. 

We had been friends since middle school, when one day after class, Christina had declared we were to be BFF's for life. With our relationship was now clearly defined, we became inseparable. Even back then she had been calling the shots. Since then we had spent every weekend together, bouncing back and forth between our different parents. That's why, late Friday night, after kissing my boyfriend, I was speeding across Interstate 30. I wanted to be with her. 

Pulling into the circular drive in front of her parents' house, I parked my silver VW bug. Grateful that her overly strict parents were out of town, I quietly let myself in the side door, I tiptoed down the hall and into the back bedroom. A grin spread across my face when I saw her waiting there. She had already slipped out of her five inch black stiletto pumps and her curve hugging mini and now sported an off the shoulder gray t-shirt and black lace thong. Quickly dropping my bag I gave her a hug. Holding on to me a little longer than usual, she hugged me back. Laughing and smelling her neck, I told her she positively reeked of sex and musk cologne.

Having slipped out of my skinny jeans and my "too tight" white blouse, I changed into a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and pair of white cotton bikinis. Little red hearts across the ass made them my favorite. Jumping into her white, four poster bed and slipping my body up against Christina's, I pulled up the ruffled pink bedspread that was left over from her childhood.

We were currently dating brothers. Christina had been out with Brian that night and they had hooked up. She loved teasing me with dirty talk and the excruciating details of their fucking. Carrying on-and-on about how much he loved to lick and kiss her pussy and ass. That he never got tired of having his face between her legs with his tongue deep in her ass or perfectly trimmed pussy. She told me it felt fucking fabulous when he slipped his finger in and out of her ass while he feasted on her. Even though her description excited me, I wasn't sure that was something I would ever be comfortable with. It just didn't seem okay.

Normally, I would have hung on her every word, but right now, I didn't need the stimulus. Scott, the brother I was dating, and I had kissed. And while we moaned and humped in his old pickup, he had squeezed and tugged on my breasts. Despite my body's incessant demands, I had successfully forced myself to stay dressed. Leaving me with a wet and very unsatisfied pussy. I needed to be taken, bent over and fucked hard. More importantly, I needed Christina to go to sleep so I could get under the covers and slide my fingers deep into my aching pussy.

As I laid there, wishing Scott had my ass in the air, Christina scooted closer to me and asked, "Have you let Scott fuck you yet?" I couldn't explain why, but I was making Scott work for it. My dimples and baby face made me look a lot younger and it was easy to believe I was an innocent. Considerably older than me and believing in my innocence, he was patiently waiting for my surrender. I had lost my virginity over summer break, but it had been quick and not satisfying at all. Wishing I had waited for somebody that had a clue about sex. I liked to pretend I got a do over. Christina laughed at my plans, she always thought it was funny when I referred to my virginity as something that could be lost again.

We both were a little tipsy and a little stoned and I was beginning to feel drowsy. Leaning her dark curls next to my head she whispered, "Have you ever thought about being with another girl?" Feeling instantly awake and surprised by my body's response, I whispered, "No." Pictures of girls bodies entwined started to circle throughout my thoughts. My breathing shortened as I waited. I could feel my pussy starting to swell and quickly getting wet. My natural instinct was to lie down, but instead, I scooted a few inches away. This conversation was too was weird. I didn't want to hurt her feeling but despite my body's yearning, I knew this was something I couldn't do. My scooting over was a clear signal to stop, yet part of me hoped she wouldn't.

Stroking my hair, she continued to talk. I liked what she was saying. Telling me how beautiful I was and how she had wanted to touch me and taste me for years. Her words were like direct hits on my body. My nipples hardened, my panties became soaked in my juices and I unconsciously leaned towards her. I had never considered sex with another girl. I knew I should move further away and laugh it off. I couldn't. Like a moth to a flame, my body hungered to be burned. Her body looked so good and I was enjoying watching her long fingernails slowly stroke my arm. Slowly from my wrist to my shoulder, she stroked me. Occasionally she ran one of her shiny red fingernails down the inside of my arm, causing her hand to lightly graze the side of my breast.

Glancing down at my obviously aroused nipples, embarrassment shot through my body. Heat immediately flared up in its wake and quickly inflamed the already growing passion between my legs. My pussy was starting to demand I relent and do what I knew was wrong. My excitement reached such heights that I could smell my own scent growing.

Continuing to graze my breast each time she stoked my arm she whispered into my ear, "Just let me ... you don't have to do anything ... it will feel sooo good ... you can feel how much I want you." Her words became a chant in my head. Her voice soothing my fears and encouraging me to relax, to open myself to her, to trust. 

The room was spinning slowly around me and I stopped struggling against my base desire. A sigh declared my submission as I laid back on her heart shaped pillows. She grinned and slowly crawled on top of me, carefully straddling me. Her movements were so slow and cautious that it made me feel like an antelope being approached by a lioness. Thinking she was going to kiss me, I was startled when she went straight for my breasts. Pushing my shirt up around my neck, she instantly took my left breast into her mouth and clamped down on my engorged nipple. A moan slipped from my lips as she sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. Grabbing my other breast, she pulled both together. Using her teeth to tug on my nipples and her tongue to flick the tips she pulled out of me one ragged moan after another. My panties became even more drenched as she continued to lavish her increasingly rough attention on me.

Lifting her head, her brown eyes met mine. Her dark eyes again a contrast to my pale blue. Twisting her left hand in my hair, she pulled my face down to hers and began kissing me deeply. Our tongues mingled, hers invading and mine relenting. With one hand still claiming possession of my hair, her other hand began creeping into my panties. I yelped as she separated my lips and roughly thrust two fingers all the way inside of me. The desire to capitulate seeped through my every pore. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed her to pound me harder and harder with her fingers. Twisting and turning them inside of me, stretching me... My yelps and whimpers mixed with the sound of her fingers assaulting me. Rougher than any boy that had finger fucked me, she mixed pain and pleasure. This was a first for me.

My pussy was now dripping down my thighs. Her right hand was going at me and all I could do was meet each thrust with one of my own. Whimpering for her not to stop, I took my own nipples in my hand. Pulling and twisting. Feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through me, I looked down in time to see her head settling between my legs. Her tongue snaked out, licking my clit. One flick of her tongue followed by the next. She started licking as fast as she could. Her fingers picked up speed. Ecstasy like I had never felt before flooded my very being. Arching my back and grinding my pussy into Christina's face, moans flowed from me in increasing volume. She roughly flipped me over and started licking my ass. Every flick of her tongue was like a bolt of electricity; I had never felt dirtier. She knew what she was doing and I was lost in a wave of joy. 

She moved her hand up to my clit and began rubbing it roughly in circular motion. Rubbing and rubbing as she continued to explore my ass. Feeling my body begin to tighten, I shoved my ass back into her face as wave after wave of cum was ripped from my body. The intensity of my orgasm left my body quivering.

After my shaking thighs released their grip on her, Christina looked up at me. My pussy still throbbing, I smiled at the sight of her face shiny with my juices. Everything was surreal, my body was sore because my BFF had just fucked me silly. Climbing up my body she smiled again. I pulled her mouth to mine, I wanted to taste myself.

Then it was my turn. Despite the orgasms that I was still recovering from, I was nervous. I had never even considered kissing another girl's face and now there was a gorgeous pussy that I was expected to kiss, lick and drink from. Buying time, I encouraged her to continue kissing me with my sighs and apparent pleasure. Feeling the pressure from her hand on my head, my mouth started kissing a trail down her neck. Suddenly sitting up, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and wiggled out of her thong. Though we had seen each other naked a thousand time, this was the first time I had actually studied her body. 

She was perfect. So hot! Thick black hair that fell to her shoulders in waves and never needed product. A slender frame, with firm breasts that would just barely overflow my hands. And her nipples, they were large, perfectly symmetrical and a shade of red that was twice as dark as my pale pink ones. My eyes continued down her curves, landing on the small patch of black hair, trimmed into a perfect landing strip. Her grooming highlighted the opening of her labia. A heart shaped ass that curved out on both sides of her hips and long legs completed the picture. 

She looked like what I imagined Eve did when she was being seduced by a serpent. Not only was Christina the ultimate in female beauty, but she had a face that longed to be naughty, so very naughty.

Grabbing me by my hair once more, Christina pulled my face down to her breasts. I went back and forth, gently kissing and drawing her hardened nipples into my mouth. Feeling her breasts in my mouth awakened feelings that I didn't know I had. It was mind blowing. I was so turned on! She not only felt natural in my mouth but also surprisingly wonderful. I hadn't known how much I would love playing with breasts. At her urging, I began to suck her harder and deeper into my mouth. Squirming and moaning, she again urged me to be rougher. Saying over and over again, "harder, harder," and telling me how good it felt when I obeyed. Tentatively I chewed on her nipples. Arching her body up against mine, she again grabbed my head and encouraged my head lower. Momentarily resisting the suffocating pressure on my head, I hesitated. I was a little overwhelmed at the prospect of shoving my face into another girl's pussy.

Letting her nipple slip from my mouth, I started to move my face towards her pussy. Taking in her swollen lips and the musk emanating from her, I could see how wet she was. Pushing herself towards my mouth and whispering "please," Christina pulled her knees to her chest. This further opened her delicate folds to me and also served to draw my eyes to her tight pink opening in back. With no means of escape, I grabbed an ass cheek with each hand. A rush ran through me as I watched her hips straining towards me.

Her pleas for release encouraged me forwards. Squeezing her ass firmly, I pulled her even closer towards me. Taking my tongue, I made long slow licks up and down her labia. Saltiness and musk settled in my mouth. Repelled was the last thing I felt. She tasted like dessert and I felt like a kid with an ice cream cone. My tongue grew bolder, taking longer and longer swipes. Each swipe bringing me closer to her erect clitoris and her backdoor opening. Wanting to make her cry out louder, I started gently sucking her perfect little nub with each swipe. Pulling her knees further back she gave me even easier access to all the delights between her legs.

My strokes increased in speed with each swipe, which ripped louder more desperate cries from her throat. Savoring the rush that ran through my body, I continued to lick furiously. An audible gasp was heard coming from her throat as my tongue settled into her ass. Taking my time I swirled my tongue around her rim. The taste of her wasn't unpleasant, just muskier. Alternating between gasps, sighs and yelps, Christina was riding the sensation of an anal lashing. 

Returning my attention to her clit, I furiously licked, sucked and nibbled. Grinding on my face and spreading her juice all over me, her body began to tighten. My hand instinctively moved to her opening framed by slippery wet lips. Taking two fingers, I shoved them into her as quickly and as roughly as I could. As she encouraged me further into her body, I added another finger and then brought the count up to four. She was bucking her hips and yelling "yes" repeatedly. I continued licking and thrusting. She started pulling my face further into her, making it difficult to breath.

There was simply no time to think. Every move I made was primal and driven by mutual desire. It wasn't long before I felt her thighs clamping down on each side of my head. Licking even faster, and feeling her stiffen brought me such a sense of power. Her body was mine. She came all over my face, wave after wave filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. With one last shriek, she collapsed, legs spread. Pussy enflamed and pulsing as more of her juice dripped out. I leaned back down, licking up as much of her as possible. Her taste made me dizzy.

I climbed back up her body till my face was by her chest. I remember looking at our bodies entwined, the differences were beautiful. Our contrasts enhancing the beauty of each other. I fell asleep with my head on her chest, one hand caressing her nipples gently. The taste of her pussy was the last thought to cross my mind.

Waking up the next morning, naked and sorer than I could ever remember, the reality of what happened settled in with a growing uneasiness. My face flushed as heat settled between my legs. Reaching up to the stickiness on my face, I felt her cum. Dried, it coated the lower half of my face. The combined smell of our bodies filled the room. Hearing Christina in the adjoining bathroom, I tentatively grabbed a blanket and hopped off the bed.

I wrapped a blanket around me and shyly made my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she was admiring her own body. Hearing me enter the bathroom, she looked back and gave me a sultry grin. The smile on her face was nothing like the one she usually flashed me. It held promises and threats. She gave no other acknowledgement that we had just spent the night biting and fucking each other into a stupor. Arching her eyebrow she coyly asked me, "Are you ready for your haircut?" Even though I didn't initially know what she was referring to, I gave no argument. Once again, Christina was in complete control. 

With a slight smirk on her full, naturally red lips she motioned to the counter and told me to hop up. With a look of confusion in my eyes, I asked her "Why?" Apparently, I had too much hair in the way when she licked me. Again she motioned me on to the counter. Thinking about how wonderful her smooth lips had felt against my tongue, I hopped up. She eyed the blanket I was still clutching to my nude body and laughed at the absurdity of my actions. The truth was, I felt shaky and vulnerable. I didn't think what we had done was right and I told her it shouldn't ever happen again. Smiling, she spread my pale thighs wide and placed my feet on the edge of the counter. Reminding me she was using very sharp scissors, she pulled my ass to the very edge of the counter. There I was, legs spread as far apart as possible and my knees up. My pussy and ass were left exposed and feeling utterly defenseless. Still completely nude, Christina lowered herself to her knees. 

With all the seriousness of a surgeon, she studied my pussy. Deciding on a course of action she commenced to trimming my dark blonde curls. It seemed like it took forever while; I struggled not to move. 

Finished trimming my lips, she told me to step into the bath. Lifting the shower nozzle from its base she turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Rubbing shaving gel mixed with water into my pussy, she prepared to shave me. Tugging one of my small pink lips out and then the other, she carefully removed every piece of remaining hair. Continuing to shave up the sides and directly above my labia, I was left with a landing strip just like hers. Only mine was blonde. She rinsed off the remaining gel and leaned in kissing me directly on my clit. A thrill shot through me and I was instantly wet. My pussy began to throb. I wanted her to touch me again so bad. I wanted to beg her to lick me all over. All the things I wanted to tell her I kept to myself. Instead I gently pushed her away. I was trying so hard to be a good girl. The shame at our naughtiness the night before struggled with my desire to fall down on my knees in front of her. The need to taste her again dominated my thoughts.

Grabbing me by the hips, she gently turned me around and told me to bend over. Spreading my cheeks and rubbing gel up and down my crack she explained, "I plan on taking you every chance I get." She didn't want any hair on my pussy or my ass. I was to always keep it that way so her tongue constantly found smooth silky skin to devour. And just like when she declared we were going to be BFFs, I didn't argue. The truth was, I never wanted her to stop playing with me. I knew I would do anything she told me, as long as she used that beautiful mouth on my body. 

Bent over and completely submitting to her directions, I was painfully aware of my nudity. My entire body quivered as she continued. Done with her shaving, she rinsed off my crack and planted a kiss on each of my cheeks. She turned me around again and pulled me from the bath to the full length mirror.

She stood behind me and told me to look at myself. I was shocked at the sight of us. Both nude, both beautiful. I glanced away when I caught a glimpse of the hunger in her eyes. My eyes fell to my pussy. Where there had once been dark blonde curls there was now bare skin, accentuating the swell of my mound. You could see the curve of my small pink lips and just the smallest of openings. I looked up in the mirror and watched each of Christina's hands claim a breast. As passion flooded through my body, I leaned back against her sighing and watched as she twisted and pulled on my nipples. Once more my glance fell to my cleanly shaven lips and watched as they continued to swell and open up. My pussy announced what my mind denied.




Waiting for College



Giggling she took my hand and pulled us both into the bath. Grabbing the shampoo, she declared I was to go first. Once more she took control of my body. She turned me around and squirted strawberry scented shampoo into my hair. Massaging the liquid into suds, her hands continued to further enflame my body. Wanting to feel her nudity, I leaned back. I had no resistance to the need pulsating in me. Laughing, she kept pushing me back a little so she could concentrate on getting me squeaky clean.

Trading the shampoo for a baby powder scented body wash, she began to slowly soap my back. My skin burned where her hands touched me. Small moans built up in me and spilled softly into the room. Hearing me moan, she softly bit my neck, which only made me moan louder. Struggling to remain still, I felt her soapy hands move lower and start massaging my ass. Pleasure flooded through me as she fondled and squeezed my cheeks, all the time telling me how much she loved my perky little butt. She must have felt how my skin jumped at her every touch.

Dropping to her knees, she soaped each of my legs and again turned me around. As she soaped the front of my legs, my pussy waited pouting before her face. Fighting the urge to grab her head and shove her face between my legs, I remained still. She washed my pussy vigorously, paying special attention to my clit. Unable to resist any longer, I reached for her. She easily blocked me and stood. Squirting more body wash into her hands she began to soap my breasts. It was too much. I started begging her to kiss me, to fuck me with her fingers, to please make me cum. She laughed again as she pulled and twisted my already sore nipples. I whimpered, and again begged her. This time I asked for permission to please her. Telling me no, she announced it was her turn.

Delighted to take control and smarting at her refusal to please me, I grabbed the shampoo. It was my turn to wash her and I was planning to scrub her inside and out. Quickly washing her hair, my hands hungrily sought out her breasts. Soaping them thoroughly, my mouth soon followed the water streaming down her body. Taking first one nipple into my mouth and then the other, my heart soared as she groaned. She pushed my head back and shook hers. I resumed washing her. I couldn't help but marvel at her impossibly flat stomach as my hands continued lower. Unable to resist, I licked her bellybutton making her giggle. Gently bending down on my knees in front of her, I looked up. Her eyes caught mine. My pussy started throbbing as I relished that moment when power and submission combined.

Her pussy scrubbed, I now turned her around. Starting at her ankles, I started washing the back of her legs. As I reached her luscious ass, I stood. Placing my hand on her back, I urged her forward and told her to bend over. Squirting the pink body gel between her cheeks, I watched as it slowly trickled down her crack. Her hands immediately grasped her cheeks as I instructed her to pull them apart and show me her most private part. Looking at her bent over with her opening exposed, I had an overwhelming desire to punish her. No matter how good her ass felt on my tongue, I knew what we were doing was wrong. All of sudden, I felt dirty again. Without thinking, I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass. She yelled out louder than I had ever heard her before. So, I hit her again, enjoying watching her firm ass jiggle and bounce with each blow. Red marks started popping up and all she did was wiggle her ass at me and groan louder.

As the marks added up, I was hit with guilt. The blows from my hand quickly turned to kisses. Special attention was bestowed to where the marks were the reddest and most tender. Continuing to pull her cheeks apart she squirmed under my kisses that were rapidly turning into licks. I pushed my face between her cheeks, torturing her with long slow licks from top to bottom, slowing down even more as my tongue passed over the rim of her ass. Each time my tongue struck, she moaned louder. The sound of her pleasure encouraged me to do more. Hesitantly, I pushed my tongue slowly into her ass. Even though one part of me was appalled at what I was doing, I was reveling in the taste and feel of her. And being a "dirty girl" felt good. Replacing my tongue with my finger, I slowly pushed into her. She squealed and pushed back against my hand. Sensing her eagerness, I shoved my finger all the way into her. Her gasp encouraged me and I started driving my finger in and out of her. She begged for more fingers which was music to my ears. One finger turned to two and then quickly into three as I roughly finger fucked her ass. Watching my fingers plunging in and out of her drove me into a sexual frenzy. She let go of her cheeks and one hand flew to her clit. As I finger fucked her ass with one hand and pulled on her nipples with my other, she rubbed furiously at her clit. Moaning and bucking back against my hand, she tensed. As her back arched, I slammed my fingers deep into her ass with everything I had. Repeatedly shoving my fingers into her as waves of joy ripped through her body. Her screams filled the small bathroom.

Collapsing against the shower wall, Christina's body shuddered with the aftermath of her orgasm. Turning to me, she smiled and gave me the most loving kiss I had ever received. Kissing Christina back, my stomach fell. I knew I would never be able to resist her, no matter how hard I tried. Sighing while we each held one another I told her, "I'm hooked on you."

Wrapped in pink fuzzy towels, we returned to Christina' childhood bedroom and hopped back into her four poster bed. Entwined in each other's arms and gently stroking one another, she began to tell me about being bisexual. She had hidden it since she was fifteen. She revealed how she had fought against her desire to tell me. She had kept her dirty little secret, too frightened at the prospect of losing me as her BFF. Unable to resist touching me, she had decided to take the risk. Warmth at how natural her arms felt holding me swirled through my body and filled me with a sense of resignation and true affection. Was this love? I knew my body was hers as long as she wanted me. Resistance was futile. I fell asleep in her arms.

Feeling kisses on my lips, my neck, and my collarbone, a stirring between my legs started to rouse me from my stupor. My nipples hardened and my pussy began to moisten, as Christina's lips continued to move down my body. Sighing, I brought my hands to her head. As I stroked her hair, my eyes flew open. The hair I was stroking was not long and wavy, it was a straight red bob. Shock flooded through my body as I watched a stranger unwrap my towel and take my breast into her hand. Bringing my large tit to her mouth, she began to suckle me. Even though my head was reeling at this invasion, my body betrayed me. My back arched and pressed my breast further in her mouth. Panic over this betrayal, made me stop and push her back. My only hope was to scoot to the opposite side of the bed. She lifted her green eyes to me and just stared. 

Older than what I first thought, she appeared to be in her upper twenties. She was pretty, in a wholesome way, looking more like a youth group counselor than an obviously depraved woman craving pussy. If I hadn't been painfully aware of how her eyes were consuming every inch of me, her big dimples and dusting of freckles would have fooled me. This was not a nice girl. This was a woman who loved pussy.

She crawled up on the bed and started moving closer to me. She never asked permission, instead she kept telling me to relax, to listen to my body. I should have gotten off the bed. I should have told this stranger, "No." Instead, I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around myself. Her shifting gaze told me, I had accidently displayed my pussy and everything else hidden between my legs. Her eyes glazed over and I heard a low guttural sound coming out of her. Feeling like this woman's breakfast made my nipples harden and my pussy open further. The moisture between my legs was obvious and she noticed.

Feeling Christina walk up to my side, I jerked my head around. My eyes implored her. Inside, I was yelling for her to save me and stop this woman's approach. Her expression left no doubt in my mind. She was not going to rescue me. She was going to help this woman get what she craved, me. 

Wrapping her arms around me, Christina started kissing my face. Stroking my hair and arm she lowered me back on the bed. Finally speaking and with a whimper, I looked at her. One word slipped from my mouth, "Please." She was the only one that could stop this madness. One look in her eyes and I knew the truth. Christina wasn't letting me go. My mind was revolting at the thought of a stranger touching me. My body wasn't. With resignation, I spread my legs. My submission to these women was obvious. The desire coursing through me was too intense to fight. My internal battle was over. Everything primal in me demanded that I take whatever they dished out.

Moving closer to me, the other woman continued to reassure me. But there was no way I could have prepared myself for the truth. The darkest, dirtiest sex wasn't going to repel me. I was going to revel in each degrading act I engaged in. A craving that would eventually consume me had been released. This dark craving kept me bouncing from bed to bed for years as I gave myself to one stranger after another. 

Christina released me. Opening her bedside table, she pulled out four silk scarfs. I knew intuitively what she planned. Closing my eyes, I felt my pussy lips spreading impossibly far apart. The scent of my sex permeated the room. I knew they could smell how aroused I was.

Christina lifted my left arm and secured it tightly to one of the four posters. The redheaded stranger did the same with my right arm. Moving to my legs, they continued their possession of me. My eyes opened as they stepped back and admired their handiwork. Struggling against the scarfs, I soon became still. The ties were secure; I wasn't going anywhere. My vulnerability was all too obvious as I lay there nude, legs spread and completely defenseless. Smiling at each other, they left the room. I called out to them, imploring them to not leave me alone like this. My nude body remained on display. I was a toy that had been restrained and prepared for eventual use.

As I lay there, fear and desire dominated my thoughts. Soon, I began to struggle. This time, the need to touch myself made it impossible to be still. My clit was swollen and demanding attention. Calling out, I begged them to return. The sensations caused by my pussy and breasts being on display were more than I could handle. The longer they ignored me, the more I struggled against my bonds. After what seemed like hours, I heard them laughing as they headed down the hall. I wasn't sure I liked the tone of their laughter.

At the sound of the door opening, I strained to see them. Splitting up, Christina approached me on the left and the stranger claimed her spot on my right. Both of them greedily began to suck on my nipples. Having both of my breasts suckled at the same time startled me. Making myself think, I asked them to talk to me, wanting them to acknowledge me, I continued to beg them for a response. They just ignored me and continued chewing and tugging on my nipples. My fear of the stranger grew. She was rougher than Christina.

As if by secret message, they both released my breasts. It was obvious the stranger had taken control when she told Christina to strip. Watching the stranger order Christina around further enflamed my desire. Now completely naked, Christina awaited further instruction. Turning my head, I could see how hard her nipples were. I could only imagine how wet her pussy was getting. Mine must have been gushing. The smell of our pussies once again comingling and creating an even more delicious aroma.

Without further ado, the stranger pulled her simple blue knit dress over her head. She was braless and her impossibly large breasts were on full display. She was even paler than I and had a small scattering of freckles across the top of her breasts. Her nipples were bigger than mine also. Pink and swollen, they sported long nipples. Just staring at those nipples brought images of my tongue swirling around them. Without warning, a small moan escaped my lips. It had not been twenty four hours since I had first tasted a woman and I already needed another one. The smile on the stranger's face told me that she had heard my moan.

Pulling herself up and onto Christina's princess bed, she swung one pale curvy leg over my waist and straddled me. Straining to see, I was met with two large pink lips with just a tuft of red hair above them. It was instantly apparent who had taught Christina her grooming skills. The scent of this woman surrounded me as she scooted her pussy closer to my face. Her scent was different than Christina's; stronger and mustier. Imagining the taste of her I strained to reach that scent. A scent that promised her pussy was not only beautiful but tasty too. 

Without a word to me, she grabbed the headboard and pulled herself up. Placing her legs on each side of my head, she straddled my face. Instantly, I was blinded. Her grinding left no options. I started licking. As my tongue thrust into her pussy, I wasn't disappointed. She was sopping wet. The juices pouring from her quickly filled my mouth with delight. I never wanted to stop. As this woman rode my face without any regard for me, I realized I truly was nothing more than a fuck toy.

The whole time the redhead was grinding my face, Christina just stood there naked. Obviously waiting for instructions, she remained still. Grasping the headboard again, the stranger pulled herself higher. Now, only her clit was within reach. With her ass pushed back and on full display, she snapped at Christina. She ordered her to begin licking her ass and told her not to stop until she was told to. Christina immediately spread the stranger's J-LO ass cheeks and started lapping at her asshole. The response was immediate. The stranger started yelling. She told both of us to go faster. 

Christina was slurping her ass and I was slurping her clit. Her grinding continued to speed up, as she moaned and yelled for release. My pussy was responding as if I were the one being lashed by a pair of tongues. Swelling and gushing, my pussy longed to be touched. Her grinding made it hard to breath. Panicked that I would pass out before she came, I doubled my efforts. Cum was already dripping down my face when her thighs began to tighten, breath completely blocked, I licked and licked. Shoving her pussy even further into my face she came. She bucked furiously as waves of pleasure assaulted her. Christina continued to work her ass, while the stranger screamed in ecstasy. Finally she collapsed. Breath assaulted my lungs as she rolled off my face and stood next to Christina. Grabbing Christina's neck, she kissed her deeply. Without even a word to me, she thanked Christina for the present, told her she was a good girl and grabbed her clothes. Pulling the blue dress over her head, she left the room.

Finally, I was spoken to. Christina leaned over me whispering, "You were wonderful." She began to kiss me. Moaning softly she licked the other woman's cum from my mouth. Not being able to stand another moment of this torment I started whispering to Chris. I implored her to touch my clit. Instead her mouth moved to my breasts. Her licks and nibbles made my torment worse. Again I pleaded with her to let me cum. She just hushed me and continued to chew on first one nipple then the other. As her bites became more aggressive, I yelled out with each jolt of pain. This was an agony that was immediately followed by an even stronger jolt of pleasure. Tears appeared in my eyes as I strained against my bonds and continued to beseech her for relief. Lifting her head and looking at me wickedly, she finally said, "Ok."

Stepping back from me, Christina moved towards her dresser. Not being able to see what she was doing, I had to content myself with listening. The sound of a drawer opening shouldn't have filled me with such apprehension. With something in her hand she returned to my side. Arching her eyebrow, she held up the largest vibrator I had ever seen. It was dark pink, sparkly and at least nine inches long and three inches wide. A harsh buzzing snapped me out of my shock and I began to try to reason with Christina. Pointing out to her that I had never had anything nearly that big in me; I begged her to untie me. Once again my pleas fell on deaf ears.

Her hands roughly pushed my legs even further apart. I knew my pussy was glistening and stretched wide open. Taking the vibrator in her right hand, she began stroking her way up my thigh. Wanting my clit to make contact, I lifted myself and strained to reach her and her toy. Placing her hand on the curve of my belly, she abruptly pushed my hips back into the bed. Submissive Christina was no longer in the room. Passively and with deference in my voice, I politely asked her to relieve me. Ignoring me, she continued guiding the vibrator home. 

Feeling the large pink tip prodding my swollen lips even further apart, I began to feel fear. It was too big. The abrupt invasion of my pussy pulled a yelp from my mouth as Christina plunged her weapon as deep as she could. Pausing to let me catch my breath, she watched me intently. Seeing me relax, she began plunging the vibrator in and out of me. Each thrust she made was just a little harder than the last. Sensations I had never felt before began erupting throughout my body. Like in a firework show each sensation brought me closer to the grand finale. As my cries for relief became more desperate, she brought her other hand to my clit. Her expert fingers started rubbing me with a frantic urgency. Yelling "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," over and over again, I arched my hips. The sensation of a massive artificial cock filling me combined with the contractions ripping through my pussy were too much to bear. Immediately, my body was possessed with even stronger contractions. As I started to unclench, I began to beg her to stop. My clitoris was so sensitive that each touch elicited a scream. She tweaked my clit one more time and slid the still buzzing invader from my body.

Leaning over me, she kissed me gently on my mouth. Too spent to move, I lay there restrained. My face was covered in a strangers cum and my pussy felt red and swollen. I had never felt more complete or more content. Christina began telling me about her plans for our senior year. A smile spread across my face as I imagined all the people we were going to fuck and all the ways we were going to be fucked.

Christina climbed back on the bed. The next thing I saw was her gaping gash descending on my face. My tongue plunged into her pussy as I imagined all the lovely strangers we were going to meet.



Waiting for Dad



My name is Danny. I had just celebrated my eighteen birthday, so my parents decided to treat me. They had rented a lakeside property for a long weekend so we could spent time together. My dad is a businessman and is always on the road. This weekend he promised there would be no distractions. Guess what? Sure enough, some business came up so my dad told my mom and I to go ahead and he would catch up and meet us there.

My mom, whose name is Becky, and I made the four hour drive to a beautiful lakeside resort in the mountains. There were no other people around as far as I could see. Mom and I got to the cabin and got settled in. The first thing I wanted to do was to take a swim. I went into the bathroom to get changed into my trunks. I had partially opened the bathroom door, when I saw my mom stripping down. She was naked before me as I peeked out of the bathroom. My mom had dark black hair and a hot body, I must say. I knew I shouldn't be looking but I couldn't help it. 

She picked up her bikini bottoms and her top and quickly slipped them on. I made a rustling noise so she would know I was coming out and she got her bathing suit in place in a flash. We walked down to the docking area and we both dove in. The autumn water temperature was warm and we swam laps in a lake that we had all to ourselves. We spent maybe an hour in the water when my mom said she was hungry and was ready to go back to the cabin.

As we walked back I kept looking at the wet bikini clinging to my mother's body. Her nipples seemed to be so erect and I could tell they were plenty big. Her slit was also showing through the wet material. I hate to say it, but my cock was stirring a bit in my trunks. As we walked back my mom was joking with me. She was saying what a big boy I was now that I was eighteen. She would poke my arm and I would do the same to her. We were laughing and carrying on when we entered the cabin.

For some reason we continued to touch each other in a joking way once we were inside. Maybe I was feeling my oats right at the moment or maybe I was just horny.

"Do you really think I am a big boy?" I asked my mom.

I stood right in front of her and pulled down my trunks. My cock sprung out and I guess I was half erect.

"God Danny, what are you doing?" My mom asked me, "Put your trunks back on."

I reached out and took hold of my mom's arms. I then reached up and quickly pulled down her top. She let out a gasp as if she was unsure what was happening right that moment. I then pushed my hands inside her trunks and slid then down to the floor. My mom was standing naked before me. Her breasts were huge, topped with saucer shaped nipples and her pussy was shaved way down.

We were standing so close to the bed right then. I  reached out and I managed to pull my mom on top of me. We hit the bed naked in each others arms.

"Stop this Danny, this is so wrong!"

My mom's tits were right in my face. I could feel the tip of my erect cock at my mom's opening. I took my hands and I forced her down on me. My cock slid into my mom's wet pussy the entire way. I was sunk completely inside my mom's pussy.

"Oh my God!" That was all my mom could manage at the moment.

I pushed my hips up and started to feed my mom my thick erection. I thought she would fight me more forcefully, but that didn't happen. She pushed back on me. My eyes lit up as my mother and I got into a rhythm. Mom was sliding up and down on my cock. She had her head thrown back and was making these moans. I reached out and took each tit in a hand. I was just going wild now. I couldn't believe my luck and I had no intention of stopping.

I reached out and started to rub her nipples then I took the nipples with my fingers and started to pinch them.

"Harder Danny," my mom kept saying.

I didn't know if she meant for me to fuck harder or to pinch her tits harder, so I did both. I slammed my dick into her as hard as I could. I brought my ass up off the bed and slid every hard inch into her. Our lovemaking was producing these wet noises as we were fucking on the bed. After a few minutes of this I flipped my mom onto her back. My mom just gave me a strange look and then she threw her legs around my back and squeezed tight.

I took that as a sign to really start let her have it. I nearly pulled my cock out with each stroke before I pounded her pussy. I was buried all the way to the root with every stroke I gave my mom. I have to say her pussy was very tight. She was squeezing me and telling me to fuck her hard now. I loosened her legs and then stretched my legs straight out. I then pushed her thighs to her chest. I had total entry into her pussy now.

It seemed we lost total track of the time. I would like to think we had been fucking for hours, but I sort of doubt it. My mom said she was getting close. She reached down with her fingers and began to rub her clitoris. 

"Oh fuck, I am cumming!" She screamed at me. 

I felt this warm mixture of liquids hitting my cock. That seemed to push me over the edge. I sent a boiling load of my cum into my mom's tummy. I just kept cumming for the longest time. I never came this much when I jerked off. I guess being young has some advantages. After a few minutes my cock finally slid out of my mom's pussy. I looked down and watched our love juices come flowing out of my mom's spent hole.

Mom just laid there for the longest time. Her body was shaking and she begged me to hold her in my arms. We then held each other not saying a word. Then finally my mom spoke to me.

"What we did was wrong today Danny, your dad must never know this happened."

I had no intention of telling a soul I had fucked my mother. I didn't want either of us to get in trouble. An hour later as we both were in bed together, my dad called on his cell phone. He said he would be delayed for at least another day. Some business deal had fell apart and he couldn't leave right then. He told my mom and I to enjoy ourselves and he would see us the next day. 

We did enjoy ourselves after he called. My mom and I fucked like crazy for the next half a day. She taught me how to really please a woman. Mom said my cock was bigger than my dad's and I made her cum more than she had in many years. She said my dad hadn't been paying enough attention to her needs. That was partially the reason she didn't fight me too much when I pulled her onto the bed. We made a secret pact that we would continue our lovemaking once we got back home and that is fine with me!